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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year ago

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Brotherly Cupid – Steve Harrington

Steve pulled up to Dustin's house and honked his horn. Ever since the new school year started after their crazy summer with the mall hiding the Russians, Steve wanted to make sure he kept a better eye on the kids. He took them everywhere he would let them. He took them to school, to basketball practice, to each other's houses. The only one he consistently took without much arguing was Dustin.

He instinctively turned down the music when he saw Dustin walking out of his house.

"Hey," Dustin greeted as he got in.

"Hey, ready for your math test today?"

"We gotta wait," Dustin said when Steve started to put his car in drive. "Y/N's not here yet."

"Y/N?" Steve stuttered. He quickly cleared his throat and put his car in park. "Your sister's coming? I thought she usually has early choir practice before school."

"Yeah," Dustin elongated. "But the choir concert was last week, remember? My mom forced me to go so I dragged you with me."

"Hey," Steve sighed. "Come on. It wasn't that bad. Y/N's solo was good."

"Anyway," Dustin said, rolling his eyes, "since the concert is over, she doesn't have early-morning practice for the rest of the year."

"The rest of the year?"

"Yep," he sighed. "Hope you don't mind taking her."

"I don't mind," Steve said a little too quickly. He looked behind himself, his stomach flipping when he realized the back of his car was disgusting. "Get in the back."

"What?" Dustin laughed.

"We shouldn't make your sister sit in the back," Steve said, trying not to sound as pleading. "Be nice and let your sister sit in the front."

"Y/N doesn't care," Dustin shrugged. "She would probably prefer to sit in the back."

"What?" Steve panicked. "Why? Does she. . . Is she uncomfortable with me? Does she not like me?"

Steve snapped his mouth shut when Dustin turned towards him. He held his breath as he studied him.

"Holy shit!" Dustin laughed as he looked at Steve's blushing face.

"What?" Steve stuttered.

"You have a crush on my sister!" Dustin was practically jumping up and down in the front seat. "And here she comes!"

Steve quickly spun around, his heart jumping into his throat when he saw Y/N locking their front door.

"Here she comes. Here she comes," Steve repeated under his breath.

"This is so adorable!" Dustin was laughing. "Steve likes my sister and my sister likes. . ."

Dustin quickly stopped talking. Steve instantly turned back towards him. "Your sister likes who, Dustin?"

"Nobody," Dustin stuttered.

"Dustin," Steve elongated.

"Steve," Dustin elongated back.

"Tell me."

"It's nothing!"

"Yes, it is! Tell me."

"No."

"Come on, Dustin. Tell me. Does your sister. . ."

"Does your sister what?"

The two let out matching yelps, causing Y/N to gasp as she got in the backseat. "What is wrong with you two?! Dustin, did you not tell him that I needed a ride to school? I'm sorry, Steve. Early-morning choir is over. You don't need to take me to school. I can find another ride. I know it's kind of weird you give Dusty a ride to school, especially since you already graduated. Not that it's weird weird. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. I should get another ride. I really should get a license but I hate driving. It's terrifying and I scare easily. I'm sorry, Steve. I'll go. See you later, Dusty."

"Wait!" Steve said a little too loudly when she started to get out of his car. He ignored Dustin's obnoxious smirk as he turned around and continued, "I don't mind driving you guys to school. It's not like you're going to a different school than Dustin. So, really Y/N, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked so softly it made Steve's heart melt. "I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"You could never be an inconvenience," Steve said without thinking. Dustin laughed but covered it up with a cough. Steve sent him a glare before turning back to Y/N. "I mean it. I don't mind driving. I actually like it. In fact, if you ever needed to go somewhere I could take you. If you ever wanted to learn, I could teach you how to. . ."

"Can we go to school before I get too old to go?" Dustin asked, cutting him off.

"Be nice, Dusty," Y/N chuckled as she finally put on her seatbelt. "Steve doesn't have to drive your annoying ass to school."

"She's right," Steve shrugged as he put his car in drive and pulled away from their house. "If I wanted, I could kick your annoying ass out of my car and just drive Y/N to school."

Steve's heart jumped into his throat when Y/N laughed. He had to tighten his grip on the steering wheel to keep himself calm. Dustin looked over and saw Steve's knuckles turning white. He smirked when he got an idea.

"So, Y/N, is that guy Luke still harassing you to go out with him?"

Steve stopped a little too hard at the light. "What?!" He turned around, not caring that he was probably gonna come off crazy. "Luke? Luke who? Jennings? Marks? Wilson? It's York, isn't it? I swear, if that son of a bitch forces himself on you, I will. . ."

"Steve!" Y/N said loudly to cut him off. Y/N looked at his glare, her heart jumping into her throat.

"Umm. . . Sorry to interrupt Staring Contest 1987, but the light's green, Steve."

Steve cleared his throat, turned back around, and drove through the intersection. He couldn't help but keep glancing into the rearview mirror. Not to check the road, but to watch Y/N.

"Has he?" He finally asked.

"Has he what?"

"Forced himself on you."

"Oh," Y/N said under her breath. "He hasn't done anything. . . Yet."

Steve's grip tightened on the steering wheel when he heard the fear coming through her voice.

"He just keeps trying to pressure me to go out with him," Y/N said, looking at her fingers. "I keep telling him no but he's getting more. . . persistent. I don't know how else to tell him no."

"I'll do it," Steve said through clenched teeth. "I can tell him no for you. I can tell him to leave you alone."

"How? By using that bat you made to handle the Demogorgan?" Dustin laughed. Steve snapped his head towards his young friend. "Relax," he sighed, "Y/N knows everything."

"You do?" Steve asked, glancing at her in the mirror. Y/N looked up, making eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"I do," she smiled. "Dusty won't let me get involved, but he tells me everything."

"Good," Steve mumbled. He cleared his throat when he noticed that she had heard him. "I just mean. . . I wouldn't want you getting involved in all of this, Y/N. It's dangerous and I'd hate to see you get hurt."

They drove the rest of the way to school in silence. Dustin kept glancing at Steve, wishing he'd say something to his big sister. When Steve pulled in front of the parking lot, he put his car in park. Y/N reached forward and grabbed his shoulder which immediately started burning from her touch.

"Thanks again, Steve," she said softly. He watched as she got out. Before he could think it through, he rolled his window down.

"Do you have a ride home?" He called out. She turned around, a small blush on her face as she tightly held her books to her chest.

"Umm no?" She said, hesitantly.

"I'll be here," Steve smiled at her.

"Okay," she said under her breath. Steve loved that he was the cause of her blush. She tightened her arms around her books and started to walk away.

Steve wasn't ready for her to walk away yet.

"So, same time tomorrow?"

Y/N turned around again, and maybe he was crazy, but Steve could've sworn she looked more relaxed talking to him.

"Same time works for me."

Y/N turned around and Steve finally let her walk into the school. He was about to leave but looked over and saw Dustin smirking at him.

"What?" He sighed.

"Will you save me the gaggy flirting and just ask Y/N out?"

"You'd be okay with that?" Steve asked, his voice lowering.

"I'd rather have you date my sister than Luke," Dustin scoffed. He cleared his throat and the tone of his voice changed. "I mean it, Steve. I think you'd be good for Y/N. She needs someone who could protect her."

Dustin finally got out of the car and started to walk away but stopped. "All jokes aside, Steve, if you get the balls to ask Y/N out, promise me you'll take care of her. The last thing I want is for you to hurt her."

"I won't," Steve said without a single moment of hesitation. "I could never hurt Y/N."

"Good," Dustin nodded. "Cause if you did, I'd have no choice but to drop you. And for the record, I'd drop you for her in a heartbeat."

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Steve's heart jumped into his throat when Y/N walked over to his car alone.

"Where's Dustin?" He asked once she got in.

"He's staying late with his audio club or computer club or D&D club," she shrugged. She looked over at him staring at her confused and giggled. "I have no idea. I was at our usual waiting spot when he suddenly ran past me. He shouted over his shoulder, but I couldn't really understand him."

Steve took a shaky breath when he realized what was going on. Dustin purposefully made something up so he and Y/N would be alone on the way home.

"Guess it's just you and me," he said, trying not to sound nervous.

"You okay with that?"She asked, her voice soft all of a sudden.

"Of course, I am," he said answering a little too quickly.

They were quiet as Steve drove Y/N home. He was about halfway there when he had an idea.

"Hey," he started, clearing his throat, "I was thinking. . . Wanna go get a bite?"

"A bite?"

"Something to eat," he clarified. He paused before adding, "On a date."

"A what?" She stuttered as she turned toward him. "You want to. . . take me on a . . . What?"

"A date," Steve said again. He quickly added, "If that sounds like something you'd be interested in."

Y/N opened and closed her mouth, not entirely sure what to say. Her head was swimming with responses and reasons. Finally, she had to ask.

"Why?"

"Why do I want to go on a date with you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I don't understand. I thought I was just Dustin's older, quieter, weirder sister."

"You're not weird," he said quickly. "To be honest, Y/N, I like you. I think you're funny and kind and smart. And you always take such great care of the kids. I know Dustin keeps you as far away from all the UpsideDown crap we deal with, but I don't blame him. If he tried to get you involved, I would've shut him down."

"I thought. . . You barely know me, Steve."

"I know you," he defended. "I mean. . . I think I know you."

"Steve," she sighed, trying to ignore the sinking in her heart. "When you were still in school, you didn't even know I existed."

"I knew you existed."

"Did you?" Y/N scoffed to try and cover up her voice crack. "You never looked my way. Even after you started hanging out with Dusty, I don't think you even smiled at me."

"That doesn't mean I didn't know you existed," Steve tried to shrug off.

Y/N looked away when Steve pulled into her driveway. She started to get out, but he grabbed her hand.

"Wait," he said quickly, "I'm sorry I ignored you. It's not a secret that I was an asshole when I was still in school, but I like to think that I've changed. Give me a chance to show you. Please, Y/N, one chance is all I'm asking."

Y/N chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked into Steve's eyes. He may not have known her in high school, but she knew him. Did he mean this?

"Please," he said, softer. "Let me prove to you that I've changed. Dustin knows it, but give me a chance to show you. Please, Y/N. Will you go on a date with me? Just one date. And if you don't have fun or you don't like me then. . ."

"I'll go."

"Wait, what?" He stuttered.

"I'll go on a date with you," she said, her face beginning to burn.

"Really?" Steve couldn't help but ask.

"Really," Y/N said, her voice softening.

"Great!" Steve chuckled. "How about tonight? I can come back and pick you up in a little while."

"Or we could go now," Y/N said as she nervously played with her hands.

"I'm free now," he smiled.

"Great," she said. She cleared her throat before adding, "Just let me drop off my backpack and tell my Mom. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here."

Steve started to cringe at how dorky that sounded but the blush on Y/N's face made that cringe go away. He leaned his head against the headrest and tried to think of where he could take her. He jumped when someone knocked on his window. He rolled it down and glared at Dustin.

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me," Dustin instantly responded. "I came out here to tell you how excited Y/N is to go on your date, but now I won't because you were being an ass."

"She's really excited?"

Dustin's smirk softened. "Yes," he said, "she is. She came running in, smiling from ear to ear, and started rambling to my Mom. She told her you had finally asked her out and wanted to make sure her outfit was cute enough."

"She always looks cute," Steve smiled as he looked at their front door, waiting for Y/N.

"Anyway," Dustin said slowly, "I also wanted to come out here and talk to you."

"Okay," Steve shrugged. "What's up?"

"I meant what I said earlier," he said, "don't you dare hurt her."

"I won't," he chuckled.

"No, Steve," Dustin said firmer. "I'm serious. My sister is the most important person in my life. If you hurt her, I will make every day of your life miserable. Don't. Hurt. My. Sister."

"Dusty."

Dustin yelped and turned around. "Did you just threaten him?" She asked her little brother.

"Well. . . No. . . I mean. . . Kinda. . . But I'm your little brother."

"Dusty, I love you, but I don't need your protection," Y/N said, still oddly calm. "And Steve is not going to hurt me."

"I won't," he said mostly to her and not Dustin. "I swear, Y/N, I would never hurt you."

"I believe you, Steve," she smiled at him, making his heart jump into his throat. She turned to Dustin and kissed his forehead. "See you later, Dusty."

She walked around the car and got back into the front seat. Steve turned toward Dustin and lowered his voice. "I mean it," he said sincerely. "I'm not going to hurt her, Dustin."

Dustin looked at his sister, instantly seeing how happy and excited she was.

"You better not."

"Bye, Dusty," Y/N called out to him.

"Yeah, bye, Dusty!" Steve smirked. Y/N playfully hit his arm, her hand lingering on his elbow. She slid her hand down his arm, Steve instantly intertwined their fingers.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Ready and hungry," she joked.

"Then let's get you something to eat."

#joe keery #steve harrington #stranger things #original content

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here-be-descriptions · 15 days ago

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Great Dragon Sphinxes: from “Bosun’s Journal”. Artwork by CaptainStroon.

“Bosun’s Journal, MET: 2’526’681’825’101’541 seconds with a possible deviation of 1 second

Long ago in a faraway ship… Well, actually not that far away, it’s this ship, the Nebukadnezar. But as we’re currently very far away from pretty much anything else, it still counts. So, let’s get back to my little story. Long ago in a faraway ship, which is also right here, the passengers of habitat one weren’t satisfied with owning cats and dogs and birds as pets, they wanted something more. And the genetech companies, seeing the opportunity to earn massive profits provided. They created new licensed human species, the petlings. Small cuddly critters inspired by cats and lapdogs. No longer sapient, but human nonetheless.

That was 80 million years ago. The pet owners, geneticists and biotech executives are long dead, along with all the other passengers. But the petlings outlived their creators. But they are neither small nor cuddly anymore. Well, the cuddly part might be debatable, but if I was a passenger from long ago, I wouldn’t try to cuddle with one of these petling descendants. There are many species of them which I collectively call sphinxes due to their carnivoran but still somewhat human appearance. The biggest and meanest of them are the great dragon sphinxes.

Reaching the length of a traincar, these apex predators feed on the wooly humie herds and the posthuman megafauna inhabiting the arid steppes of habitat one. They have oversized trapezoid muscles on either side of their neck, giving them immense strength to rip into their prey or shake it to death. Their bite strength might not be as strong as that of their rivals, the crushjaws.

Oh, I’ve not mentioned the rivalry between great dragon sphinxes and crushjaws yet. I haven’t mentioned the crushjaws at all yet. So here’s a rundown: Crushjaws are apex predators from habitat one just like great dragon sphinxes. They are the feral descendants of the desert ravers, who in fact shared some DNA with the petlings. But instead of tiny lap pets, they were bred to be fierce intimidating warriors with a biteforce to match. The same biteforce serves them well as animalistic hyper carnivores now. As the street reef network separates the surface of habitat one into various isolated biomes, the two species could evolve into a very similar niche. Occasionally they cross the natural borders which is the street reef and come across one another. Those meetings usually end in violence. The two species attack each other on sight seemingly aware of their natural competition.

But let’s return to great dragon sphinx biology for a bit. The face of a great dragon sphinx features elongated brow ridges which serve as display features. Some of their relatives like the changeling sphinxes portray vast sexual dimorphism. This isn’t the case for the great dragon sphinxes. Both sexes are similar in appearance and behavior. Both feature the elongated brow ridges and show them off to each other in their courtship dance.

What also plays a part in their courtship rituals is their love for shiny things. Which reminded me of their namesake mythical creature. Not the sphinx, but the dragon. Regardless of sex, they portray two distinct courtship behaviors: There are hoarders and seekers. Hoarders collect metal and crystal shards and basically anything which reflects light in fancy ways. Some have even realized that breaking apart rusted metal scrap might reveal shiny surfaces. They dig for ancient debris of the long gone civilizations of the past and gnaw on whatever metal they find to polish it. They then collect all their treasure in one big hoard which attracts potential seeker mates by glittering in the sunlamp light. The convex curvature of the habitat means that seekers just have to look up to see fellow great dragon sphinxes’ hoards glint in the distance. What happens when they reach those hoards depends on the mood of both sphinxes. Sometimes they mate, sometimes they fight for the hoard. Hoard thieves behave like seekers until they conquer a hoard, then they switch to a hoarder lifestyle. Hoarders generally have much smaller territories than the nomadic seekers. Which means that it’s usually the seekers which get into fights with crushjaws.

I’ve used my old population survey algorithms to monitor the population of both species. Currently there are 141’227 great dragon sphinxes and 53’098 crushjaws living in habitat one. If their habitats keep overlapping, one species will eventually drive the other to extinction. And looking at the numbers, it will probably be the great dragon sphinxes winning this evolutionary arms race. Which is a shame for the crushjaws, sure, but that’s natural selection. I could play zookeeper and micromanage the ship’s biosphere, but leaving nature run its course will for sure lead to a more organic rise of sapience eventually. There are already a few very promising candidates for that. But neither great dragon sphinxes nor crushjaws are among them. Still, both are fascinating creatures, even if they might not last forever, as all animal species sadly do.”

#weekly wyrm #wyrm wednesday #bosun’s journal #dragons #sphinxes #great dragon sphinxes #speculative evolution #alt text

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dailypolyhedra · 6 months ago

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Polyhedron of the Day #17: Snub disphenoid

The snub disphenoid is a convex deltahedron. It is a Johnson solid (J84). It has 12 faces, all of which are equilateral triangles, 18 edges, and 8 vertices. It is also known as the Siamese dodecahedron, triangular dodecahedron, trigonal dodecahedron, or dodecadeltahedron. Its dual polyhedron is the elongated gyrobifastigium. It can be constructed in several ways, most notably through the snubification of the tetragonal disphenoid.

Snub disphenoid image made by AndrewKepert, distributed under a CC BY-SA 3.0 license.

#daily polyhedron #math #mathematics #polyhedra #polyhedron #shape #shapes

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revengeonyourmom · 2 years ago

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So I just finished reading Paradise by the dashboard light by oaseas on ao3 and it was awesome. I would go as far as to say it’s one of the best fics I’ve ever read ever period. I swear if your into steddie it’s a must-read. Here’s some fannart/concept art I made of Steve from that fic, because I was absolutely itching to get my ideas onto paper.

The idea is that he’s part demogorgon (through an infection of sorts) , and the lower half of his face is supposed to open up into two large petals. I took a creative license and added human teeth and a separated lower jaw to make it seem more organic, like the human part of him is transforming and making way for the monster parts. I also added a smaller 3rd petal in between the 2 large ones because things just look better in 3s. I wanted the petals to not only peel from his face, but down his neck as well so that they could be bigger, and more dramatic like I sense that they were in the fic. Lastly, he needed blackened elongated claws.

“It wasn’t a demogorgon.

The bottom half of the creature’s face retracted, the petalled maw swooping upwards to close into mole-ridden skin. It left two thin, silvery scars; a mouth like a white slash; the curve of a familiar nose. It left honey-brown eyes devoid of their familiar gleam, guarded and blank. It left dirtied, blue jeans and bare feet, a stained navy shirt and a missing jacket, a sweaty mop of flatter, but no less wavier hair, and ichor-blood smeared across a familiar throat and face.

It wasn’t a demogorgon.

It was Steve.”

@metaldeads

#steddie #stranger things #art #fannart #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #fanfiction #demogorgon #stranger things season 4 #paradise by the dashboard light

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harryleatherfit · 2 years ago

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Entergalatic🍸

Frankie Morales Oneshot x F!Reader || 5.1 k

you’re a law school student and you just recently moved to a new neighborhood, you happen to be neighbors with frankie morales. he comes around sometimes to help fix things, but tonight you’re at the same bar, under a beautiful night in miami.

warnings: any themes in triple frontier, mention of NA, mentions of using coke, mentions of substance abuse, choking, overstimulation, squirting, cum play, unprotected p in v, oral f! receiving, pearl necklace, alcohol consumption, mentions of masturbation, mentions of creampie (WEAR A CONDOM PLS)

lmk if i’ve missed anymore thx

ONE-SHOT PLAYLIST

Disco Tits- Tove Lo

Entergalatic- Kid Cudi

Replay- Dorian Electra Remix Lady Gaga

🪩Main Master List🪩

Frankie had suggested that he and the guys should go to the bar for a night of distress. They were all on edge for their trip to Columbia, after a long night of elongating their plan, they would all start to bicker. Never getting a second to spare for themselves, never getting a moment to slip away and forget their responsibilities, plus their past lives.

Redfly, Benny, Ironhead and Fish himself were putting everything on the line for Pope. He was fucking his informant, and he was letting his feelings get in the way for his line of work. Per usual of Santi.

Fish was bored, he had nothing to lose anymore. He was tired of chasing after the military and wasting his life away trying to get his flying license back. He was done with the fucking coke, done using and wasting his life away.

But he was hungry for more. Feral like a bear to have his life back. He wanted to settle down, start a life of his own. Run away and become somebody that he didn’t recognize. He wanted love. He wanted to be loved, but could he reciprocate that love? He’s broken and always has been.

Out of the whole group, he felt like he was the least to find love, his life was fucked the most, and after finishing his NA meetings, he felt whole as a person. For so long he was trying to push help away but it worked on him somehow. He wanted himself back.

They were walking in the Miami heat, turning down a busy street downtown, it was fucking crazy full at this hour, people from all walks of life filling every crevice of the road. Was it some holiday?

They peered into a club that was full to the brim. A dance floor, live music, a bar to drink at. Frankie couldn’t have asked for more.

They get past the bouncer, finding a corner near the back of the bar, hunkering down their space in the midst of all the chaos. It reeked of sex and alcohol. Gotta fucking love Miami, he thought.

He appreciated the small things, this crowd was beautiful and dressed so vibrantly, the dark sky with the full moon was gorgeous, and the music was floating inside his ears. Every second that passes his heart jumps for more.

He flags down the bartender, “I’ll get uh Whiskey Sour, you guys know what you want?”

They order their drinks and settle in their chairs.

An idea sparks in Frankies head, “Benny, how much money to go up to a random pretty girl and start dancin with her?”

“You’re fuckin crazy, you tryin to start some game topshot?” He barks back.

“Nah, tryin to see how far you’ll go for pussy.” He huffs under his breath, chasing it with another whiskey.

“Very fucking funny Fish, if thats what you want.”

Benny gets up, setting his jacket down, and he dove into the crowd of dancing people.

It’ll be a fun night for the pretty boy, Fish laughed.

“Hey, you guys know it’s a college night here. I think for Miami college that’s why it's so full. I don’t know if you’ll find much to do here.” The Bartender shouts over the music.

College night. Would you be here?

He glances over at the crowd, looking between every body. Searching.

“You’ve got plan s’to Fish?” Pope slurs.

“Maybe.” He can feel the pump of his heart quicken.

And finally he sees you, the sun in the room.

You were wearing this gorgeous orange sundress with golden flakes spread across the bottom, complimenting your skin tone. The top half caressing you, not only hugging you in every crevice but revealing your tattoos. He had only ever seen your tattoos when you ran in the neighborhood.

You had recently moved in next to him for the school year. You were living alone, after a long partying phase for your earlier years of college. You were in law school right now, and you had to focus.

You had met your neighbor. Ran into him a couple times around town, seeing each outside your houses, he would see you wash your car, you would drool over him through your window when you saw him cleaning his motorcycle.

There were a few times you were having house troubles, and you would saunter over, hoping he was able to help you. You didn’t exactly have thousands of dollars to pay someone to fix tiny things about your house.

When he would come over, he was always so polite, so gentle and kind to you. As you would immediately open the door, the brightest smile would wave across his face, the dimples in his cheeks deeplining into his face. The lines next to eyes, the deep furrow of his eyebrows, the strong curve of his nose. His strong, bulky arms. His fucking arms. The curve of his stomach, never failing to peek through his shirt. You screamed yourself to sleep, rubbing the ache away in your heated core, your clit craved his fingers.

He would always pick up his hat, and run his hands through his thick, dark hair. But when he would walk through the entrance of your house, you would have butterflies. You couldn’t calm yourself, and you would always be so hyper aware around him. He could never be attracted to you, you couldn’t have been his type, and you were so self conscious all the time. Being a young girl in college can really mess with your head.

You couldn’t guess how much older he was than you, you weren’t sure if he was in a relationship, so you decided to keep your distance. You didn’t want to get in the way of his peaceful life.

But from afar, you looked so happy on the dance floor. Frankie was studying your every single move. Your hair swishes, you pull strands back to relieve your face. Sweat collects all over your neck from dancing, watching the rise and fall of your chest. He watched the fast motion of your head falling back with the music, your friends crowding around you, giggling in the air.

You were so radiant, desirable, and happy.

You spotted him immediately when he walked in with his friends. Your friends immediately called dibs on all of them except for Frankie, so ironic, how could no one want a man as fucking hot as him?

You were hoping he would see you, pull you away, and wish your woes away just for one night.

But you didn’t have the courage to go up to him, you felt so small compared to him. How could you mean anything to him?

And finally you trust yourself enough to make eye contact with him. He’s already looking you up and down, sliding the last of his drink down. He looked like a lion, ready to lunge across a meadow to claim what's his.

He was wearing his usual trucker hat, his locks peeking beneath the sides. A black leather jacket, stretching across his body, unzipped. He was wearing a low cut white undershirt with a v line, for you could see his exposed happy trail. And his last addition, gold chains on his neck and wrists.

Usually guys your age tried to wear chains to make them more appealing, to lure girls into bed and get their cock sucked and go, but Frankie wearing this chain wasn’t just that. This was his flaunt, his teasing. You knew he had money, but not sure how much he had.

“Hey, what’s all this eye fucking with they guy over there, he’s looking at you like he’s gonna eat you for a meal.” Your friend Lexie yells into your ear.

“The night is still young Lexie,” You brace your hands on her shoulders, “Let him look at me.” You purr into her ear.

Immediately something ticked in Frankies brain, he needed your hands around him. He needed to be with you, alone.

“Fish, what's gotten you so quiet?” Ironhead pats him on the shoulder, “You’re practically drooling over the damn floor on the edge of your seat.”

“My neighbor, she’s here.” He chokes.

“That college girl you were tellin us about, yeah? The one with the house troubles.” Pope asks. “You thinkin anything could come out of it?”

“I don’t know, possibly. She’s a fuckin sweetheart. She gets all shaky when I come over.”

“That’s a sign man, go gettem.” Redfly claps his shoulder.

“Not after another fuckin drink.” He needed to be intoxicated enough to not be different around you, he wanted to be himself around you.

He shoots it down, getting up and receiving cheers from the boys. He couldn’t handle them anymore, he needed you.

When he gets up, the pain in your lower abdomen soothes, you could feel the gravitational pull enclosing.

He makes his way through the crowd, weaving through the bodies, making the most blood curdling eye contact with you, you break free from your friends.

“I didn’t think I would ever find you at a bar, Mr. Morales.” You smirk.

That name you always used, insisted, made his cock twitch in the tight cloth of his jeans.

“Please, call me Frankie.” You laugh and roll your eyes, with all the people on the dance floor, you two are enclosed. In your little bubble away from the loud world.

You had a tumbler full of Vodka in your hand, you took a swig of it and offered it to him.

“No I’m okay darlin, don’t want too much tonight.” He stares at you while you take another drink.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Morales.” Winking at him, edging him on. The intoxication from the alcohol makes you feel so free you can say anything around him. He moves closer to you, finding your ear to whisper in, “I know what you’re doing pretty girl, usin that name.” He whispers.

A song change, some Kid Cudi song and the crowd raised havoc, but nothing changed between you two. You were closer than ever, practically hugging each other so when you spoke you could hear each other.

“Look at you, wearing this perfect dress, your hair tied up, your tattoos peakin out.”

“You like what you see?” You ask. This is it.

“Do I like what I see? I always have darlin,” He finds your hand and kisses your wrist, “Don’t be shy on me now.”

You put your hands around his neck and dance to the beat of the song. Entergalactic.

His hands were roaming around on your back, and you could feel the tight cold leather against your chest, making your nipples harden.

You flipped around so his chest could be against your back, and his hands were touching your torso. Up and down.

You decided to swirl your ass against his lower half, falling down to the ground and getting back up, letting loose with the music. He twirled you around a few times, getting in rhythm with your body.

You feel the metal of his belt, only a thin layer of fabric on your body separating you from him.

You could feel growth expanding on your ass, you wanted more.

“You little minx, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” His eyes peering into your soul.

“I know exactly what I’m getting myself into Francisco.” You purr.

Not only did Frankie snarl, but the animal inside him snapped. He needed you now.

“Hm, need another drink?” He grabs your hand, pulling you off the dance floor.

Immediately you feel the slick pooling down your leg.

You didn’t care about your friends calling after you, and you didn’t care about anything that's happening right now. You needed Frankie immediately.

Frankie walks back with a water bottle in hand, smart man.

“Walk with me gorgeous.”

You follow him, he found a secluded hallway across the bathroom, behind the ruckus of the club, no one to be seen in sight.

“What could someone like you, be here at a club at this hour?” He asks, in a pitch you couldn’t even register.

“I tagged along with my friends, I was bored at home. Nothing to study, no one to screw.”

He chuckles, “No one to fuck, huh?” The heat between you both ticks up a thousand degrees, “And how do you like to be fucked angel?”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” You repeat.

The world comes crashing down when he shoves his lips onto yours. Moving so quickly you don’t know where you are in space and time. All you can smell is him, all you can feel is him.

In between breaths, “I like to be fucked rough and hard.” You reach your hand down to his cock, “I want to be fucked so hard I can’t think.”

With those words, he can’t hold back anymore, he picks you up. Pulling your legs around his waist, carrying you into the bathroom. Messily locking the door behind him. He slams you down onto the counter and grabs your face, pulling your lips in. His tongue invades your mouth. Never leaving and exploring you as a whole.

Your legs wrap around him again, the sting in your pussy hurting so bad. You needed relief. He withdrew from your lips and started to lap at your throat. You were half-lidded, barely being able to see what was going on. The ecstasy of oxytocin firing off in your brain. You couldn’t comprehend words, let alone understand that Frankie Morales was anchored to you right now.

Your skin was so soft, you melted under Frankies touch. He was sucking so hard on your neck you knew it would bruise so heavily but you didn’t care. You were his for the night. The whole world could know that. His fucking slut.

He trailed down your throat, shoving his hands under your dress finding your bare hard nipples.

“You poor thing, pretty slut not getting her fucking in for the night.” He mutters under his breath.

The pleasure you felt from his thick heavy fingers under your dress added to your fire.

He pushed the straps of your dress past your shoulders exposing your tits. He attacks each nipple, swirling one in his mouth and pinching the other. He popped off, blowing air on it. This makes you squirm, throwing your head back to the turbulent feeling.

He pushes your dress past your legs, all the fabric meeting at your stomach.

He stances wider, opening your legs wider. He grazed his hands over your covered mound, teasing you. You were laying on your elbows, looking down at his bulge, the swell of his belly meeting your core. His body fit yours so earth shatteringly.

“All wrapped up for me, sweet thing. So pretty and perfect. You wear lace every night?”

“On nights, I know I’m gonna get fucked.” You cry.

“Fucking slut, knew she was gonna get fucked from the start, didn’t think it was gonna be me, yeah?”

“If nothing happened here,” You heave, “I was gonna go home, walk my ass to your house, and get fucking pounded.”

Each word you say coaxes him more, sliding your underwear off, relieving your pussy from its tremor. He bites his lower lip, “Look at you pretty girl, pussy leakin everywhere.” He skims your entrance collecting your juices on his fingertips. “Only a slut can be this wet, my fuckin slut.” He shoves three fingers inside your sopping cunt, stretching you so wide. He starts off slow, but then he sets an unbearable pace.

“Frankie, that’s too fast, if you keep going I’m gonna come.” You wine.

“You ain’t gonna come just fuckin yet, not before my hand gets tired.” You’re practically dripping all over his wrist. The squelching of your pussy filling the room, along with the guttural mewls coming from your throat.

Frankies arm was working you so electrically, the veins in his arms were glistening. The muscles in his shoulders are so thick, his jacket was barely even on now, his shirt leaving none to the imagination.

Black ink, scaling all over his body. The thought of your pussy grazing his soft stomach, made you want to do unspeakable things. That alone made you want to be his whore. Only his fucking whore.

He spit on your cunt, lubing you up for more. The contact of the liquid makes you flinch. He wasn’t holding you anymore, he was burying his fingers inside you, bringing his other hand to work your clit.

‘Its- its- too much. Too much Frankie- I can’t last.” You gasp.

“No, you’re not allowed to cum, sluts don’t come.” He grunts in your ear, shoving his whole hand inside your tight pussy, “You think you get to come? You think just because you’re so close you get to come?”

“Please Frankie- I’ll be so good- ngh- fuck- fuck, I’ll be the best girl in the world.” You howl.

The whole club could practically hear Frankie finger fucking you.

“I can hear ya y’know? At night. I can hear callin out my name when you play with this pretty pussy. I bet you have a pretty pink dildo so deep inside ya thinking it’s my cock fillin you up.”

You can’t take anymore, the more he speaks, the tighter your walls become, “I bet you bring a little vibrator to this bud, torturing it, wishing it was my tongue.”

“I didn’t-ah- fuck-shi- I didn’t think I was that- loud. My window’s always-closed.”

“No, gorgeous. You scream so good, I can feel your body convulsing when you come because of me.” He licks a long stripe on your tit, “Look, fluttering on my fingers, fuckin pussy can’t take it can she. It’sokay ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you til you can’t see.” Fastening his pace again, “You can fuckin come now, come on these fingers like the slut I know you are,” Tears forming at the edge of your eyes, you can’t take the burn in your pussy, too powerful. Slamming your hands to his wrists, trying to make him stop but he just kept going.

“My fucking pussy.” He gives his last pump inside you, lifting his fingers to his mouth. Groaning around his digits. “You taste so sweet angel, pussy so sweet I’d get fuckin fat on eatin you out every night.”

Breaching your climax, chest heaving at a million miles per hour, “No matter what you look like,” You rub your hands along his torso, you wish you could worship his stomach, his powerful body, “I’ll always be fuckin yours Frankie.”

He sloppily finds your lips again, kissing you until you can’t feel the throb in your sopping cunt.

“Said you were gonna be a good girl?” He questions, easing the fuse on your clit. Shaking your head yes, “Give me your hands.” No questions asked, you put your hands in front of your bodies, waiting for your next instruction, just like his obedient little slut.

You watch him step back, loosening his belt and slipping it out of the loops to his jeans.

“Gonna fuckin tie me up? Tie me up like a fuckin whore, takin your cock and not able to do a thing about it?” You taunt. Rubbing your pussy on the fabric of his jeans, soaking his crotch area.

He takes the belt and slaps your pussy with it, you jump at the sensation, hitting your clit just right, groaning just thinking about being tied up like a fucking bunny, not able to move and his cock relentlessly slipping out of you.

“You fuckin dirty girl, likin her pussy to be slapped. Dirty dirty fuckin whore.” Tugging at your wrists to go above your head, weaving the belt to keep your hands snug together.

He gets on his knees, eyes level with eachother, “Give me one more beautiful, give me one more and then I’ll give you my fuckin cock.”

His tongue melding into your cunt, delving so far to a point you couldn’t reach yourself. He wrapped his hands around your waist, bringing you closer to the edge of the sink. Sitting you up as your legs dangle off his back. Heels clicking against each other.

His tongue drives inside you so fast, screaming the fire away in your lungs.

You roll your hips over his face, feeling the hook of his nose brush your clit, sinking further onto his face. He hums, moving his face side to side, pulsating his tongue. Not being able to move your hands made you squirm, trying to relieve the ache in your blazing core so quickly.

Once his tongue reaches a hole you’d never think to touch yourself, you tighten.

“Never had your ass full before?” He asks.

“No, never.” You whimper.

“It’s s’okay, one day princess.” He coos, “I heard when you fuck a girl so fast in the ass, she squirts instantaneously because the pleasur is so intoxicating the pussy doens’t know which is which.” He chuckles.

Thinking about squirting on Frankies dick, makes you spasm, the orgasm bursting out of you from nowhere.

“Hmmm, that’s it baby, come all over my fuckin face, give it all to me.”

Once he’s done devouring the last of your sensitive nub, he gets up, undoing his belt to your hands, letting it drop to the floor. Never being so relieved to touch him again.

“That was really fucking good Frankie, jesus.” You shiver.

“Don’t thank me yet, darlin. Haven’t even fucked you yet.”

The thought of seeing his cock now made your eyes roll to the back of your head, finally getting to feel his length break you open.

“Go on, get the fucker out. See it for yourself.”

You gulp, bracing yourself. You fiddle with the button to his pants, ultimately undoing it and sliding his pants down partially. You could feel your entrance fluttering, finally just one more layer.

You reach the band of his boxers, slowly bringing them down rescinding a seethe from Frankie through his teeth. And fucking finally all you were waiting for the whole night.

His cock was fucking thick and long. You’ve never seen a dick this long before. The head of his cock so red and needy, ready to fill you. Ready to fill his dumb cock whore.

“Jesus Frankie, it is gonna fit?” You whimper, you just want to feel him sinking inside you already.

“Princess, I’ll fucking make it fit, don’t worry.” He kisses your cheek.

He gives his cock a few pumps in his hand. Wait, you need a condom.

“Frankie, we need a condom, quick.” You weep.

“I’ll put out. I promise.” You side eye him, every fucking guy says that.

“I promise, no babies tonight.” He winks at you.

God your babies would be fucking adorable. His babies mixed with you. Horny motherfucker.

“No more pussy if you don’t pull out, that’s it.”

“Can’t say that now, can ya? This pussy’s been mine and always will be mine.” He snaps.

He takes his cock, rubbing his cock with the swollen lips of your cunt. Mixing your slick with his pre-cum.

“Look at ya, already got cock brain, pussy’s quiverin for me.”

“Just fuck me already, cock can’t do anything but be soft” You purr.

“I’m gonna fuck that mouth away, just you watch.” And he slams into you, “This pussy ain't gonna be the same when we go home.”

And at the hilt, he thrusts into your pussy, splitting you open. Your jaw dropping, as his dick breaches you.

“Oh my- fucking god. Frankie, you’re so big- so so big.” You mewl. He keeps pushing inside you, cock sliding in and out of you, your liquids sliding out of your hole, slipping to the ground. His shirt riding up over his love handles, pants laying on his upper thighs. The happy trail on his pillowed stomach colliding with your mound. Fucking into you so right, his balls were hitting the back of your legs. Girthy cock never failing to make you flail like a fucking thumper bunny, making your body go into shock.

“Gonna fuckin come when I say you can come. Hear me? Gonna fuck this pussy so deep your can feel it in your throat.” He yells.

You can barely acknowledge what he's saying so lost in the midst of it all, your throat bare from screaming.

“So- deep Frankie- so fuckin deep-.” You scream.

You sit up on the counter to hold onto him, to pull him closer as he fucks up into you, the angle making you go dizzy. You both were so sweaty, the slap of your bodies together making your skin flush red.

“Fuckin whore,” He grunts, “Pussy lips fittin like a glove, cock so good, it’s practically slipping out. Fuck baby.” He’s pounding into you so fast you can’t breathe, the whimpers from your body disappearing. His hands grab your waist, pulling you in and out on his dick, holding you steady.

“I’m your fucking whore,” You cry, “Always you’re fuckin whore. Been waiting- so fuckin- long to be fucked by you. Been such a good girl for this cock.” You shiver, “Want to be fuckin bruised tonight, want be used.”

“Oh baby, just my fuckin needy whole, just a fuckin cum dump. My pretty little cum dump just waitin for what's hers.”

He pumps into you, tantalizing the spongy spot inside your willowing cunt. As he pulls out, the pain is so sharp from being empty you could fall over and shrivel up.

He keeps kissing you, fucking into you and bouncing with you up an down. Saying his name over and over again as a prayer. Only Frankie can do this to you. Finally getting fucked by your next door neighbor.

“You’re right- fuck- ngh- keep going. You caught me- I’ve dreamt about this- since- shit- I moved in. The moment- ah fuck- I saw you, I wanted to suck you off. I imagined your- fingers inside me every night.” You were trembling, sweating beading over your face, you wanted to come so bad but he fucking said no.

“Strugglin their sweetheart? Pussy want something?”

“I want to fuckin cum Frankie, I want to come over your dick and feel you dripping out of me. Please, fill me up, dump into me. Fill me so full I’m dripping of you all night and everyone can see.”

“Dick brain taking over too much baby, not tonight but another night.” He soothes.

Another night, more nights with him. More nights being drunk on Frankie.

“Come on, let’s make this pussy cum again, yeah?”

You nod your head, and you aren’t prepared for what happens next.

He picks you up from the counter, walking towards a wall of the bathroom and propping you there, using the support of his thighs to keep you up. This could make you cum alone.

You were hovering over his dick against the wall, him pulling you up and down again, clamping down on his glistening cock, covered of you.

Bouncing on his cock, the angle unleashed something in you. Not only was the head of dick flittering with the spongy area of your pussy, but his length kept kissing your cervix, tearing you open.

“My dirty fucking slut, loving that my cocks breaking her tight little pussy open, “ You wail, the intermissable things he’s said to you tonight never fails to make your pussy clamp around his cock. His dirty fucking mouth making you cum to see the stars. He wraps his hand around your throat, closing your airway enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. His fingers over the correct veins, cutting off circulation to your brain.

“Like being choked? Like my big fuckin hand wrapped around your throat?” He snarls, “Those pretty eyes can’t focus when a dicks controlling her brain.”

You feel your stomach swell, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while, this balloon close to popping in your lower belly, never able to hide itself.

“I can feel it too, pretty girl, let go for me, douse my cock. Cum for me.” He purrs into your ear.

“Frankie- it’s strong- it’s too much- i’m gonna- im’ gonna fuckk.” Your mind blanks.

And hesitantly but surely, you hear a stream leaving your pussy, leaking all over his cock and onto the bathroom floor, soaking the hairs of his happy trail. Making the light denim of his jeans turn into a deep indigo from the leakage of your pussy.

“Yes- squirt all over my fuckin cock, yesss, pussy so perfect.” He places a hand on your stomach, feeling for his dick in the depths of your body, “See what my dick can do to your body? See when you’re a good girl you get to squirt all over me, and feel my cock all the way in this tight little pussy?”

You shudder, you almost shut down from all the pleasure, but he doesn’t stop just yet after your cunt stopped spurting out water. He forces you back on his cock a few more times, this is for himself you figure.

“God so fucking- good for me- pussy shovin me out, so tight and slick,” He shudders, “Such a pretty girl, so happy you live next to me gorgeous.” He pulls out, setting you briskly down on the floor, falling to your knees from being so numb.

Giving his beading cock a few more pumps, “Fuck where can I cum? Fuck- baby I’m not gonna last much longer, it’s-”

“Cum on my fucking neck, give me a pearl necklace Francisco.” You look into his eyes. Hot white spurts of Frankies cum falling all over your neck, your tongue managing to catch some. So salty and sweet, the perfect treat. He’s holding onto the wall, chest heaving so heavy, cock dangling in the air, your hand at the tip of his dick, collecting more cum to swirl into your mouth.

“Fuckin dirty girl, wearin me like I’m jewelry.” He laughs, “Gonna go out in public and show me off or what?”

“Couldn’t have you sleeping out my pussy, so I can have you slipping down my tits.”

He couldn’t believe the nasty head you had, but he fucking loved it, he loved everything about you. He wet a cloth to clean you up, to sooth the dull ache in your lower abdomen. You were so blissed out you would have fallen asleep.

“Come home with me.” He asks.

You did.

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heyy everyone🙋🏻‍♀️ so how’d i do. tad scared this isn’t good bc it’s my first one shot BUT DAMNNNNNN

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Doctor Wylde's character sheet

Name: Cedric Arlo Wylde

Alias/titles: Aldia Entrati (deadname), big guy, old fart, Doc, Doctor, The Good Doctor, General, Master, Enlightened One, Midnight Sun, Slayer of Lord Demogorgon

Race: Orokin

Sex: Male

Age: 10,948 years old

Height: 7 feet (2.1336 meters) while disguised as a mortal, 2,000+ feet (610+ meters) in his true form

Weight: 350 pounds (158.757 kilograms) while disguised as a mortal, ( 2.6 * 10^11 (260,000,000,000) tons in his true form

Physical appearance:

Additional characteristics: Despite his extreme age, he looks like he's merely in his late 60s to early 70s. His body is completely covered in countless scars, ranging from claw marks to lightning burns. He has the physique of an Olympic strongman and calloused hands that never so much as quiver under even the most stressful of situations and possess a vice-like grip that's almost impossible to escape from. His sharp nails are actually retracted claws, and are capable of rending flesh and metal alike when fully extended. His eyes are a rich golden color with red accents, and sport slitted, reptilian pupils. His ears are elongated and elf-like. His teeth are razor sharp and the canines are elongated into vicious fangs. His face is weathered and rarely shows emotion, but if you look closely there are clear smile lines. He has both crow's feet and dark circles under his eyes. Most of his hair has turned grey, but some still possess the coppery red of his youth. Though almost never seen as he's extremely good at hiding them -though the reason why is unknown - he has a pair of draconic wings with black and gold scales sprouting from his back, a draconic tail of similar coloration, the tip of which is bladed and impossibly sharp, and a line of bone spikes that protrude from his back and run along his spine. Much like most of his family, he has an Irish accent.

Profession(s): arcanologist, biomechanical engineer, licensed arms dealer, CEO of Wylde Labs, religious leader

Allied factions: the Orokin Empire, the ASF, the Drone colonies of Copper 9, Humanity

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Demiromantic omnisexual

Relationships: @theblackcubeofdarkness Cube, @emily-and-friends Clown - spouse (polyamorous relationship) Evelyn, Emma, Oswald, Ruby, Lucy, Lily, @theblackcubeofdarkness Oliver - biological father Cyn, Delilah, @emily-and-friends Emily, @solvar-the-drone, @nate-doorman-elliot, @thad-the-jock, @p3nny-bakes-cookies - adoptive father Agent Arrow - master and mentor Slyvan - pet owner Natah - son Janus - host Margret, Tessa, Abby, Odin, Belnar, Alice, Sarah, Cephalon Eda, Elizabeth, Asmodeus, @emily-and-friends Mikan, @sea-slug-in-a-sweater, @r4m-has-horns - employer Andy - Champion Serial Designation J, Yeva, @emily-and-friends Serial Designation O, Adele, Valentine, Vivien, Koki, Mimi, @asknoridoorman, @roseamongrobots - close friend and associate @asf-director-turner - contracted employer Ko, @emily-and-friends Serial Designation V, Korrina, @serial-designation-mj, @worker-drone-alex - (potential) future father-in-law

Personality: He is extremely adept at hiding his true emotions, creating an illusion of perpetual calm. Though he never reveals this information to anyone but those closest to him, in truth he is haunted by his past and suffers from PTSD so severe that he's developed an irrational fear of falling asleep, for he knows the only things waiting for him on the other side are vivid and horrific nightmares. He has a bit of a smoking problem, though he usually only smokes when he's particularly stressed. He loves his family dearly, though can be a bit overprotective of his children - especially Ruby, his firstborn. He is known for harboring extreme hatred and prejudice - bordering on flat out speciesism - against demonic entities, with exactly one known exception. Contrary to popular belief, he does have a sense of humor. Though rarely seen, he is known for having a sadistic streak and is not above torture if the situation demands it. Though he loves the thrill of combat and is very much driven by honor, he is not above "cheating" or "playing dirty;" he can and will exploit your weaknesses at every chance he gets, and he never fights fair. He has a bad habit of consuming the souls of those he kills in order to steal their knowledge and power. He is deeply religious and has an unwavering sense of duty to keep his culture alive, as his home world is gone and he is among the last of his species. He's very slow to trust, and is extremely secretive. Not even his two spouses know all his secrets. He's a complete workaholic and loves his job.

Important lore tidbits: Like many of his kin, the Doctor's true form is incompatible with the comprehension of mortals, and so he devised a plan to hide it. He tracked down a human scientist named Cedric Wylde, killed him, and stole his name, flesh, voice, and even his very soul. The new Doctor Wylde now wears the old one's skin like a costume, though how he fits inside is unknown. He has worn this skin for just over 50 years, and once it finally gives out on him, he'll have to shed it and repeat the process. In order to keep himself from sinking into the ground as its crushed under his immense weight, the doctor is constantly using gravity magic to make himself lighter. At this current point in time it's become second nature to him, as effortless and automatic as breathing, and sometimes he forgets he's even doing it. He is a veteran of a great war known as the Fell War, and it is the cause of not only his PTSD, but also his prejudice against demons. Over the millennia he's developed a split personality; a twisted version of himself named Janus. Pray you never meet him, and that if you do the meeting is brief and nonviolent. Janus only emerges to "play" when Doctor Wylde nears his breaking point mentally. He is capable of allowing parts of his true self to temporarily break through the skin suit as "mutations" if needs be. He can also contort his body at inhuman angles at will.

Additional lore trivia: In his youth, he had a bit of a superiority complex and this obnoxious "holier than thou" attitude that only got more infuriating when you realize that he's right. Such things were snuffed out of him during the Fell War. Though fully ambidextrous as an adult, he was born left handed. Do NOT challenge him to a drinking contest, as not only does he already have a drinking problem and by doing so you're encouraging him, but the alcohol content needed to get him even slightly tipsy is enough to kill several people from alcohol poisoning. He absolutely despises the word "moist." His favorite color seems to change every few days. This is because his favorite color is actually outside the wavelengths of visible light for humans, and he's trying to find one that's the most similar.

Drip:

His theme song:

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hockybish · 10 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/hockybish/743160802329116672/nico-goes-straight-to-him-doesnt-wait

ANGST

As I finished this I realize it feels a bit Home Alone ish. And rereading it it's more drama vs angst. But I like the it. 😅

“Okay okay. Calm down miss. Let’s see here, we have a couple of flights …” she started to drone on, her fingernails clicking away on the keyboard. "Alrighty the soonest nonstop is at five."

"Five? As in pm? Three hours from now?" Nico's eyes bugged out. That was too long of a wait. She couldn't wait that long. Matthew was probably already on his way in the sky and he was probably thinking she was going to be breaking up with him over what a misunderstanding?

No. She couldn't wait those three hours. There has to be a sooner flight. "Is there anything else? I'm begging. I don't have any luggage or carry ons. I made a mistake with my boyfriend and I. Please."

"There's a flight that leave in 30 minutes there's a slight layover in Washington and it's on to Phoenix. It would get you there a bit faster than waiting for the later flight. Does that work?"

That was perfect. It kind of hit her then that she really didn't have anything on her and she was still in her short golf skirt and halter top and her wallet wasn't in her pocket.

Nonetheless she shoved her hand in the sewn in pouch. She found her license and her older brother's card, he must have slipped them in there while she was getting out of the car. Nico couldn't have been more thankful.

Settling down in the her seat, Nico started thinking about how she would apologize to her beau. Maybe she should pick up a bouquet of flowers like men do when they need to apologize for doing something wrong. Matthew would think it's funny and jokingly make a quip about how she can't buy his forgiveness with a kiss and pretty flowers.

Nico had solidified her plan by end of the short flight.

She checked her phone got off the plane, she didn't have as much time as she thought. She turned her skipping into a full on run to the gate on the opposite side of the airport, praying she would get there before-

"I'm sorry miss, you just missed the plane." The man point to the large window. Sure enough the large plane was being taxied to the right runway. Dejected, Nico turned around to start over on finding a way to Matthew.

Nico started crying as she called Trevor and explained to about the new mishap. She should have just waited for the later nonstop flight and this wouldn't have happened and she would feel stupid right now.

"Nic, remember Chili's checklist from Bluey?"

"You watch Bluey?"

"I've seen somethings on TikTok. Shut it" Of course he'd seen an episode or two or maybe the whole series, he had a lot of time on his hands, sue him. But he didn't want to expose himself completely. So he lied a little. "Checklist?"

"I have a little cry." Nico wiped her tears one final time.

"Check!

"I pick myself up." She took a deep breathe and stood a little taller.

"Check!"

"Dust myself off" She then swiped at the little bit of dirt that was on the pleat of her skirt.

"Check!" Trevor elongated the e in check.

"And keep going"

"The show must go on!" The siblings chanted to together. Nico couldn't thank Trevor enough for helping her calm and reassuring her that she would get there and everything would be okay.

Nico made her way once again to the ticket counter. She had a bit more pep in her step. Nothing was going to get in her way.

And when the man said there was nothing nonstop, but that they could only get her a flight to Vegas and she would have to hop on a flight from a different company. She didn't panic.

She remembered the checklist, going over it, hearing Trevor's voice as she checked everything off again. She would make it.

When she finally got to Phil was there waiting for her to take her to his little brother. He didn't like how moppy Matthew seemed and wanted to help anyway her could.

"The show must go on" She smiled to herself, letting herself out of Phil's car when they pulled up to their destination. Phil gave her a weird look and she promised to explain it later to the Slovak.

"Hi Matthew" She played with the new pendant hanging around her neck, the feeling of the engraved initials on the back kept her nerves at bay as she held out the bouquet of mixed flowers for the man she loved so much.

#zegras!sister au #nicolette.grace #au thoughts #this took longer than I thought #I had to do a little research on flights and such #I don't like being wrong about things

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shadow-manor · 1 year ago

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Hey, anybody who uses Twitter to post their art or other original work: Their new TOS says that your content can be used for whatever purpose they decide, without restriction. Posting on the platform grants a "royalty free license" for Twitter to use your content in whatever way they see fit. I have no idea if this applies retroactively to stuff you've previously posted, but I certainly wouldn't put it past Elongated Muskrat to claim that it does and dare you to fight him in court.

#fuck twitter #fuck elon musk #good omens #adding the good omens tag because that's the fandom who tends to reblog me

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angst-is-love-angst-is-life · 5 months ago

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Fave flash episodes from any season??

Any with Barry whump. I’m not kidding.

Thanks for asking! Ok so you said any season but I’m just gonna go every season. Also for the record, all of seasons 1 and 2 (sans a few episodes in each) are my faves; but the ones I picked are faves of the faves.

Season 1: Pilot, Flash vs. Arrow, The Man in the Yellow Suit, Out of Time, The Trap, Fast Enough

Season 2: Enter Zoom, Running to Stand Still, Welcome to Earth-2, Escape from Earth-2, Flash Back, Versus Zoom, Invincible

Season 3: Into the Speed Force, Duet, Infantino Street

Season 4: Enter Flashtime, Think Fast

Season 5: What’s Past is Prologue, Elseworlds: Hour One, Cause and XS

Season 6: License to Elongate, The Last Temptation of Barry Allen: Part 1

Season 9: A New World: Part One

#asks #the flash #fangirl226 #I WISH that Mask of the Red Death couldmve been a fav in season 9 but the torture was pitiful. I have to rewatch the Escape from Earth-2 #beatdown any time I watch it

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faenemy · 1 year ago

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Another Sillie had been added :D

process thoughts below cut- (WARNING- they long lol)

Has this barely changed from the wip I posted earlier????

not really but i need to talk about character design for I am FERAL so L moment i guess

SO my personal favorite brand of character design has been, for as long as i remember, drawing more complex designs from simplified mediums. Think Minecraft or roblox skins, and some chibi avatars. Hand me something that is blurry and up to interpretation and i will simply go buck-wild. Mark is of course the only character to truly appear on camera. We see both his drawing of himself and his [puppet?] form. Now you only ever see donovan and cupcake monster as drawings, which leaves their appearance more up to interpretation.

When i first translated Marks design, i tried to stay as accurate as possible. The second iteration is more of my own twist on it, elongating the body, trimming down the fluff for a clearer shape,and adjusting facial proportions slightly. Note: this isn't to throw shade at marks original design. He's a puppet irl and he looks like one, i just suck at making puppets look like they have any life behind their eyes, so design tweaks it is. Mark is adorable and its a me problem that i struggle to recreate that.

Now my Mark design is obviously based off of the puppet, (his actual self,) as opposed to the way Mark draws himself. In the drawing, there is a bit less fluff on his body, compared to the real thing. This is important as it affects some of the decisions I made for Donovan.

Donovan caused a few hurdles when i tried to work on a design for him. First, I'm working with very little information, so creative license time. Since I don't have much to go off of, I started with a real simple drawing, similar to the one from the drawing in the show, just to try and capture the vibe. The most notable things about Donovan from this first doodle, was that he had a slightly smaller nose than Mark and that it was triangular and that his eyes were slanted. This gives me two prominent facial features to work with.

Following this, i started on a more detailed design. I began by plotting his proportions out similar to marks. To make him more cat like, I tried to make him a little taller and thinner[better for slipping out of cages], so that he had an elongated appearance, and to capture that sly you-cant-contain-me- cat energy that meow meows have. I wasn't sure how cat i wanted to go originally, but then i gave him paws....

I went full anthro cat on Donovan, adding in whiskers and a tail [still questioning that decision] even though they weren't present in my reference. Now is a good time to note that all these designs are pre-Billy, so no scars or anything. I bring this up because I gave Donovan claws, and I image Billy would have at least tried to declaw Donovan.

The next problem came with Donovans eye. So Donovans eyes are two slanted lines, very simple. Since these are one of Donovans few unique canon features, I wanted to keep them. I wasn't sure how to keep them simple yet still allow emotion. Playing around with this idea, i felt i could effectively convey emotion just by changing the relative direction of the eyes. However, I changed the eyes to be more tear-drop shape as well, partially to add more interest to the face, but also so i could add more detail to the iris of the eye if desired.

Finally, all my Mark and Friends designs have the characters wearing clothes, because I work at a clothing store and see too many damn clothes every day. [everything i know about fashion is against my own will] So since this canonically takes place in 1997, my designs are based roughly off of children's clothes at the time. For the monsters clothes, I want them to all have a somewhat fun shape, flare outs, wrinkles, cuffed sleeves and pants etc.

This is where i really struggled. Not so much with the actual design of the clothes, but with colors. As you can probably tell my this illustration as compared to the reference image, I am allergic to bright colors [they hurt my eyes :,(] So i shifted most characters to a more muted/pastel pallette. Now i really wanted each of the three friends, Mark, Donovan, and Cupcake Monster, to have the others "colors" per see, present in their outfits. Mark is obviously Green coded (lol), Donovan is orang, but outlined in red, so my boy gets a red association cause primaries of light. This leaves Cupcake Monster with Blue, the color they are outlined in.

I really wanted three designs to flow together, and though i haven't finished Cupcake Monster yet, I think the first two go nicely together. By giving each character a main color, I let them stand out from each other, but by adding bits of those colors back into the others outfits, it lets them flow together better in group images and keeps anyone character's pallette from feeling out of place.

Marks outfit is mostly cream, but with accents of Blue, and Red. Donovan's is about 1/3 cream 1/3 blue and a 1/3 blue. I struggled with the color distribution on donovan, as the reddish orange and blueish green i had chosen contrasted a lot more than i wanted. The light blue and cream worked as a nice base though, and making only the stripes green [the shirt is specifically cream with green stripes] it lets the green not overpower Donovan, which was another problem I was facing.

But yeah, this are my current designs for the sillies, if you read all this thank you! have some pie :]

#fae draws #fae rambles #mark and friends #my art

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dconscreen · 10 months ago

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There ARE Stupid Questions

We have confirmation of when Creature Commandos is airing, news on some of the cast members that are coming back for Peacemaker season 2, plus Gunn basically gives a list of lesser-known characters he likes... Oh, and could DC and Marvel finally be teaming up for a cinematic crossover? Or at least laying groundwork? It's a mystery smothered in secret sauce and wrapped in a spandex suit! I can see it’s elongated clitoris.

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Gunn’s Take on True Canon

At Least One Untrue Rumor

Does Disney Own Batman For Television

Will Gunn Be Writing/Directing More?

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Are Newcomers Given Required Reading?

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China would be working on updates for its best poaching and manned/unmanned teams

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/25/2023 - 08:59am Military

The China People's Liberation Army (PLAAF) Air Force is updating the Chengdu J-20 Mighty Dragon fighter, China's response to the Lockheed Martin F-22, and is experimenting with concepts of manned and unmanned team-building, in the same way that the U.S. Air Force is doing, according to the Pentagon's latest assessment of Chinese military power.

In the Annual Report of China's Military Power, released in mid-October, the Pentagon reports that the PLAAF "is preparing updates for the J-20, which may include an increase in the number of air-to-air (AAM) missiles that the fighter can carry" in its low observation configuration, installing engine nozzles with thrust vectoring and adding super cruising capacity by installing national WS-15 engines with higher thrust."

The two-seat J-20S was also presented, and experts speculate that this version is being evaluated for possible control of autonomous escort aircraft.

As the J-20 already has the capacity to launch a series of missiles equivalent to the F-22, upgrading the aircraft in stealth mode would give the J-20 a distinct advantage over the F-22; particularly because the J-20 can carry the PL-15, which is the Chinese equivalent of the U.S. medium-range advanced air-to-air missile AIM-120. Although the range of the PL-15 is speculative and the range of the latest version of AMRAAM is rated, senior USAF officials said that the range of the PL-15 exceeds that of AMRAAM, giving the Chinese stealth fighter a potential first vision/first shooting ability against the American fighter.

The U.S. Air Force has been developing the AIM-260 Joint Advanced Tactical Missile (JATM), built by Lockheed Martin, since mid-2017, but the program is highly confidential. When it was first revealed at an industry conference in 2019, USAF ammunition leaders said the weapon would be operational in 2022, but no announcement has been made indicating that this has happened, and the USAF has refused to answer any questions about the missile since then.

Although the report does not indicate how many J-20 China built, industry experts said that, in early 2023, Chengdu had manufactured between 180-220 J-20, eclipsing the 187 F-22 built by the US. China is building J-20 at a rate of 40-50 per year. However, these analyses are based on serial markings seen on aircraft at air and trade fairs, and China may have painted misleading serial markings on its aircraft to suggest a larger inventory than it actually has at hand.

Most J-20s are deployed in the interior of China or near the Indian border, making it difficult for Western analysts, without access to national satellite images, to make a reliable count.

China's report remained largely silent about PLAAF and the F-35 People's Liberation Army (PLAN) Navy counterpart, known in China as FC-31/J-31.

"The development continues in the smallest FC-31/J-31 for export or as a future naval fighter for the next class of PLANE aircraft carrier," the report said, without commenting on the progress of the jet.

The first versions of the J-31 appeared to be almost clones of the F-35, but more recent images show a more elongated overall shape, with larger tail surfaces, perhaps more suggestive of the F-22. Unlike the F-35, the J-31 has two engines.

The report indicated that about 1,300 of China's 1,900 fighters are fourth generation or higher. The J-20 and FC-31/J-31 are considered fifth generation types.

The Pentagon's assessment offered little new information about China's H-20 stealth bomber program, supposedly a near-twin of the U.S. Air Force B-2 bomber, except to say that the Chinese state media reported “that this new stealth bomber will have a nuclear mission capability,” in addition to fulfilling conventional functions.

China is upgrading its existing H-6 Badgers, based on the Tu-16 bombers of the 1950s, built under license from Russia. The H-6 serves both PLAAF and PLAN, and these aircraft have been equipped in recent years with long-range ground attack missiles, “t giving the PLA a long-range precision attack capability that can hit targets in the Second Chain of Islands from airfields in mainland China,” the Pentagon said.

The navalized H-6N can carry "a ballistic missile launched from the air," the report noted, which "may have nuclear capability".

In addition to having more mature air combat capabilities, China is developing a series of unmanned aerial vehicles, ranging from portable units to large aircraft of the US RQ-4 Global Hawk class.

“Air and commercial fairs are exhibiting a growing number of autonomous and team systems, including for combat applications,” the report said. "In these concepts, Chinese developers are showing interest in further growth beyond [intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance] and EW (electronic warfare) in air-to-air and air-to-ground combat, with a substantial amount of development exhibiting efforts to produce drone swarm capacity for operational applications."

China has exhibited large stealth-looking jet drones in military parades and has several drones in the U.S. MQ-1 Predator and MQ-9 Reaper class, which is also making available for export, the report noted.

Source: Air Force & Space Magazine

Tags: Military AviationChengdu J-20 'Mighty Dragon'PLAAF - China Air Force

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has work published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.