#oxyg

[bumblinv]

Hii, saw your request were open!

This might not even make sense, because I don't even know if the na'vi have this too

But some hc to human reader getting their period earlier than expected and the sully kids + tsireya, aonung and roxto reaction to weird human biology

Thanks alot and stay healthy!!

--- sex ed. class ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

platonic!various x gn!human!reader

!! in my hc, fem na'vi doesn't menstruate !!

teaching your na’vi friends, who doesn’t menstruate, the beautiful world of human biology

part 1! part 2

"so, your... thing bleeds every month?"

you nod

"are you stupid?

"i'm sorry?"

ao'nung clicks his tongue, looking at you with disbelieve. "that means you're doing something, only Eywa knows what, to yourself. and you’re doing it so badly that it bleeds-"

you hit him on the head, "no! what are you even thinking?"

"no, but seriously" neteyam looks at you with concern, "forgive me for watching you, but this morning i saw you wash your blanket that’s literally soaked with blood"

your face starts to heat up, "that means the cloth i use wasn't enough-"

"3 pieces of cloth to soak your blood. and it wasn't even enough?" tsireya's voice filled with worry, "are you sure you're okay? we could ask my mother to patch you up" 

"reya, im fine-"

"no you're not! you came to her for painkillers this morning, to mend your stomach cramps!"

"its probably tape worms"

"no shit", rotxo snickers

"or just a real bad constipation"

"rotxo, ao’nung please” kiri rolls her eyes, tired of their stupidity. “they clearly said that the bleeding comes from their other below"

not long after lo'ak snaps his head towards you, mouth agape. "holy shit. i think i know what's going on", then quickly moves closer to you. his face just a few inches from yours, his terrified look terrifies you

"my mother experienced the same things as you, when we were about to have tuk. stomach hurting, below bleeding- "

"no. fucking. way” rotxo clasps his mouth, “are you about to give birth?"

"what?"

ao’nung’s jaw dropped. “who knocked you up?” 

“that’s it i’m taking you to the tsahik” 

“STOP” 

your friends went quiet. 

they could only stare at your flushed face as your breathing went erratic. 

you gulp, trying to calm yourself down. you close your eyes, inhaling a good amount of oxygent to fill your lungs and letting your mind go blank. then, you could open your mouth again

"as you all know, female bodies bear children in their uterus, yes?"

they all nod

"good. now the uterus, in human bodies specifically, would prepare for pregnancy every month-"

"so you need to get pregnant every month?"

"shut up rotxo"

"wait a minute" kiri cuts you off, "you’re not pregnant, but you’re currently bleeding. so the bleeding occurs when the pregnancy doesn’t happen?"

"yup. because i'm not pregnant, my womb's lining shreds out"

their terrified screams deafens you

[reidsglasscs]

BUT DADDY, I LOVE HIM!

✸ pairing: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader

✸ synopsis: no, you’re not coming to your senses. even if it’s your father who’s telling you to

✸ warnings: none!

✸ notes: writing’s so weird…like it took me weeks to do my last work & i cranked this out in TWENTY minutes

idea from this post by @percabething!!

“what?”

“you heard me, yn,” said your father firmly, ready for you to take your leave and quit bothering.

as if you were the issue here. you’d been minding your own damn business when he just appeared at the lakefront, disturbing your date planning.

your boyfriend would be here any minute, and here poseidon was suddenly deciding to parent. and not only to parent, but to have the audacity to try and tell you who you could and couldn’t date, trying to slam the door on your whole world.

“this doesn’t make any sense!” you protested. “jason and i have been together for months, why is it now a problem?”

“i was hoping that your little summer fling would die out, but it seems that you’re persistent with this one,” your father said.

this one? as if you’d dated more than one other boy before him.

“now, like i said, it’s time for you to stop entertaining this relationship with zeus’s boy. i know you don’t think so, but i’m looking out for you. think about what this could do to your name! end it already, yn.”

at that, he began to walk back towards the water, trampling over your beautiful picnic spread and narrowly missing crushing your basket.

you ran after him, the sides of your unbuttoned cardigan blowing in the summer breeze as you followed him into the water, willing your dress to stay dry as you cried out, “my name? i don’t care about what it could do! jason’s the one i want, dad, you can’t do this!”

poseidon stopped in his tracks, turning to you. “i am the god of the seas and your father, yn, i can do whatever it is that i please. so do enlighten me, why, may i ask, do you think i can’t do this?”

before you could even think to stop yourself, you shouted the words at him,

“because, dad, i love him!”

at the confession, something in your father’s stormy blue eyes seemed to clear up. his face softened as he looked at you for a moment, wondering how the little girl he remembered had gotten so old in such little time.

you began to grow antsy at the silence that followed your words, suddenly aware of the swishing of the lake against your calves as time seemed to still.

finally, poseidon sighed, “very well then.”

you perked up immediately, eyes bright as you squealed, “really?!”

the god nodded his head, though hesitantly and said, “yes. make sure he doesn’t make me regret it. and make sure he knows that.”

your father pointed over your shoulder, his tone suddenly shifted from how it’d been just about three minutes ago. you turned to find jason standing on the bank of the lake with colored cheeks and his hands behind his back, waiting for you to return and not wanting to interrupt your discussion with your father.

from the look on his face, he had definitely heard you.

blood rushed to your face as you realized that your first “i love you” for your boyfriend had been screamed at your father, of all people. when you turned back to your dad, he was gone with the waves.

tilting your head back as you dramatically rolled your eyes at the theatrics, you tentatively spun back round to look at jason, a sheepish smile on your face.

without missing a beat, he joined you in the water, splashing up to his ankles and sending water flying everywhere as he giddily made his way to you.

immediately upon arrival, he placed both hands on your face and pulled you in, catching your lips in a hasty kiss he’d been waiting to give you ever since he accidentally overheard your conversation.

you pressed your lips against his as your head swam as much as the creatures in the water below, winding your arms around his neck and pressing your body flush against his.

when you only separated because of lack of oxygen, neither of you strayed far.

“you heard me?” you asked with a breathe, forehead pressed against jason’s.

he was wearing what might’ve been the widest grin you’d ever seen.

“i did,” he said, pushing a tendril of hair behind your ear. “and i love you too.”

smiling hard, you pushed your lips against his once more.

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

part one two three four five

Obi watches over him like a shadow the first few weeks he’s in the Temple.

Anakin will wake from a memory-nightmare and his protector will sit on the windowsill, bathed in the ever changing lights.

His warm hand will stroke over Anakin’s hair, soothing and more comforting than words could ever be.

He will offer Anakin to sit with him, watching Coruscant through the transparisteel. And Anakin will inevitably end up cuddled up to Obi’s front, falling asleep with Obi’s heartbeat under his ear, the breath in his lungs.

.

The identities of the Shadows are almost considered inviolable. Due to the nature of their chosen path, secrecy is a tenet they adhere to strictly.

The Council knows who they are, and maybe there are one or two Council members who are uncomfortable with how close to the Dark Shadows operate. But as a whole the necessity is understood.

The Jedi stand and fight for the Light, the balance, for bringing peace and help to those who need it. A calling like that inevitably brings enemies and the need to even the playing field.

“Beacon of Light,” Obi-Wan repeats, hands moving in disbelief.

And code names. It was only a matter of time before he got his codename.

“Fitting, we think it is,” Grandmaster Yoda says, amusement twinkling in his eyes and frog tea.

“Of course, Grandgrandmaster Yoda,” Obi-Wan signs, slipping in the extra grand flawlessly, which results in the sign turning grand to ancient. If Yoda gets cheeky with him, he can very well retribute.

Master Tholme coughs a laugh into the sleeve of his robe.

“Congratulations, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu says warmly and Obi-Wan ducks his head, loses the fight against the blush spreading across his nose. “Master Tholme has prepared a briefing package for you where you can access all relevant information. Like the code name for the Temple here on Coruscant.”

Master Tholme inclines his head in agreement, solemn twist to his lips Obi-Wan knows not to trust. “Old Folks’ Home.”

Obi-Wan wishes he wore the mask so he can wheeze in peace.

.

Jedi move different from the people Anakin has seen so far in his life. They flow, they’re carried by a breeze. Gravity doesn’t have a hold on them unless it suits them. They move like they’re one with nature, detached from sentient-made life and creations.

And then there are a few, like Obi, who move with the undercurrent, with the wind just above the ground. Who vanish with the shadows just to reappear around a corner.

They’re not stalking the enormous hallways or sneaking around like bandits.

Anakin doesn’t think they’re doing it consciously, reflecting attention away from themselves as if they aren’t even there.

Obi’s friend Quin moves like that, too, when he forgets himself, somehow managing to disappear while walking in the middle of the floor.

Quin is a strange one.

But Obi-Wan…

Anakin bites his lips to keep from giggling, hands gripping the banister tightly where he’s peeking. He doesn’t think they’ve noticed him yet.

The training salle they’re practicing in is huge, obstacles dotting the ground for them to leap over or off, hide and take the other off-guard.

It seems impossible, the way they fight and lure each other into traps. Obi is especially good at that. He’s directing Quin into exhaustion he can’t defend himself in anymore, and it’s amazing to watch.

Nothing and no one can beat Obi-Wan. He’s too clever for that.

“I will never stop calling you that, Beacon of Light,” Quin laughs when he jumps out of a roll and onto his feet.

Obi-Wan signs something, his back to Anakin which is aggravating.

He’d change position but both Jedi move around too much.

Quin shakes his head. “Shut up, you know it suits you.” He takes the lightsaber off his belt. “I bet you blushed like a meloroon in season.”

Obi changes into a blue glowing blur in answer.

.

Obi-Wan wants to know where he went wrong. What he did to— He thought the connection between him and Cody—

His vision is swimming, oxygen mask placed over his nose and mouth pumping more than air into his system.

His fingers weakly tap the message on the receiver of the comm device he broke off Cody’s suit during the fight. “Beacon. Light. Force.” Hope and the Force sing to him, even as his doing is detected.

Cody roughly rolls him onto his side, takes the device out of his hand where he had hidden it behind his back.

“The Emperor wants you alive, traitor.”

He’s removed his helmet. The one Obi-Wan had destroyed while it was still on Cody’s head. Just… Cody’s whole demeanor flipped to strange and other. He hadn’t made for his blaster during the fight. Shooting inside a rescue shuttle in the void of space at least still seemed like a bad idea even with Cody’s suit keeping him alive in a scenario like that.

But Obi-Wan couldn’t take that chance. So he’d smashed Cody’s face against a doorframe, breaking the visor and any choice Cody could make in killing Obi-Wan by sudden oxygen depletion.

Of course the fight took care to still break his lungs open, making him gasp for air even before Cody held him down and ripped the mask off.

Lying on his side is easier but the room has decided it is done with him and goes dark.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 33

Part 1 Part 32

It’s only after he’s circled the house that he notices the blood trail. Droplets so black that when Eddie’s foot squelches into a particularly large puddle, he feels like he could fall straight out of the world.

The blood splatters continue, curving around the pool and into the forest, leading him inexorably toward Steve. His fallen angel.

 Behind him, Wayne and Hopper are following the blood, flashlight beams bouncing from drop to drop like bloodhounds. Eddie doesn’t need to. He lets himself be pulled, ever forward, toward salvation.

Vines pool on the forest floor, making careful steps necessary in the dim, red light.

Wayne lets his flashlight stray ahead, giving Eddie a little light in the darkness. It’s the first thing that halos Steve’s face, illuminating the grisly sight.

Eddie screams from his gut, throat wrenching with the force as he drops to his knees. Vines enshrine him, pinning him to the base of a tree by ribs and hips.

One has slithered up over his body and crawled into his throat in a macabre reversal of a breathing tube. Eddie wrenches it free, feels the pulpy flesh of Steve’s esophagus resist, doesn’t stop. He can’t. Steve needs that out of his throat. So, Eddie pulls. And pulls. And pulls.

It screams and writhes on the way out, trying to crawl back to someplace warm. It’s impossibly long and makes a wailing sound when Eddie finally wrenches it free, tossing it behind him.

“Oh, Jesus,” Hopper says, just before he starts shooting.

Eddie doesn’t look, can’t look away from Steve’s placid, unmoving face. “He’s not breathing!” he shouts, over the sound of gunfire, running useless hands up his cheeks and into his hair, like he can soak the warmth of life back into Steve through his skin.

Eddie is shoved unceremoniously to the side. Steve’s skin slips through his fingers as he falls, hard to the dirt. He bursts up snarling, an uncaged, wild thing, ready to bite and tear and rend. But It’s Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne who has crossed his fingers together and is repetitively pounding on Steve’s chest hard enough that it cracks. “Uncle Wayne?” he asks, small. Quiet. Like a little boy holding up a skinned knee and waiting for his Uncle to fix it. Uncle Wayne doesn’t turn his way.

Hopper falls to his knees, wrenching his helmet off and letting the toxic air in. He bends over Steve, pinches his nose, and breaths forcefully into his mouth. His heart is beating, and his lungs are contracting, and Eddie is fucking useless.

He crawls back over to Steve’s prone form – Steve’s corpse – to take his cold hand. “Come on, Steve,” he says, staring hard at closed eyes. “Stay with me, Stevie, okay?” Hopper breathes out into his mouth. Wayne snaps another rib. Steve stays dead.

Suddenly, Eddie is furious. His nails dig into Steve’s palm hard, crescent moon indents on the back of his hand. This fucking stupid jock saved his stupid fucking life and now he thinks he can fucking die? Eddie wants to hurt him. “You don’t get to do this, you stupid piece of shit,” he says, guttural. Barely language at all. “You should have fucking died day one if you were just going to do this.” Wayne’s hands beat, Hopper’s lungs breathe, neither of them pay him any mind. “Get back here right now or I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

Like the dramatic bastard he is, Steve choses that moment to be alive. He coughs, choking up black sludge until Wayne and Hopper roll him on his side, face toward Eddie. Viscous black fluid pours out of him as he coughs it out of his lungs like Hell’s first drowning victim.

“Stevie?” Eddie says, full-on sobbing as he crawls ever-closer, pressing his forehead to Steve’s own. His eyes are open slits and he doesn’t speak, but he quirks his lips up at the sides when he meets Eddie’s eyes, fingers feebly clutching at the lapel of Eddie’s rancid vest. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Wayne pulls his head back, just enough so Hopper can settle a mask over the bottom of Steve’s face, feeding him clean oxygen for the first time in a week. Steve slumps into the dirt, Wayne’s hands supporting his back.

“We need to move,” Hopper says.

Steve’s relaxed into the dirt, asleep or passed out, but alive. Eddie stares at his angelic face for a second, or a minute, or an hour more, before slumping Steve backward, settling Steve into Uncle Wayne’s trusted arms so he can stand.

“I’ll carry him,” Eddie says, stumbling to his feet and holding out his arms.

“Kid,” Hopper says, clasping his hand with a familiarity they’ve never had. “You’re shaking.”

Eddie takes his left hand, tries to manually stop the shaking of his right. But he’s just holding his own hand, shaking. And shaking. And shaking.

“I can carry him,” Eddie says.

“I know,” Hopper says. “You don’t have to.”

Eddie looks down at Steve, a deadweight atop Wayne. Steve who played bait and brat with the Demogorgon not once, but twice to save Eddie’s unworthy life. He looks at his sallow cheeks and limp hair and doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful.

Reconciled to not carrying his guardian angel out of Hell, Eddie leads the procession out of the woods for the last time.

Part 34

[acerathia]

he simply gets accustomed and breathes ur cum

i support all the fish fuckers out there! but i’m sorry—i simply don’t want to fuck gil. maybe if it was a princess and the fish situation and he turned into a man after a little smooch... but that would still require kissing a fish, which gives me the ick.

[oxygen537art]

"oxyg-" 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Lol

[saturniasxenos]

FIRE NPT PACK!!

Down below, you'll find firey pronouns, burning hot titles, ignited names, and all the alike fire/flame/lava genders!

Enjoy my firey loves! ❤

Pronouns:

Ar/Arso/Arson/Arsons/Arsonself

Ab/Abla/Ablaze/Ablazes/Ablazeself

Ar/Ardo/Ardor/Ardors/Ardorself

Ca/Cand/Candle/Candles/Candleself

Fer/Ferv/Fervor/Fervors/Fervorself

Fi/Fir/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fir/Firestro/Firestorm/Firestorms/Firestormself

Fir/Firebo/Firebolt/Firebolts/Fireboltself

Fir/Firebu/Firebug/Firebugs/Firebugself

Fir/Firebo/Firebomb/Firebombs/Firebombself

Fir/Fireshi/Fireshine/Fireshines/Fireshineself

Fir/Firestri/Firestriker/Firestrikers/Firestrikerself

Fir/Fireba/Fireball/Fireballs/Fireballself

Fir/Firewo/Firewood/Firewoods/Firewoodself

Fir/Firepro/Fireproof/Fireproofs/Fireproofself

Fir/Firecra/Firecracker/Firecrackers/Firecrackerself

Fir/Firebre/Firebreak/Firebreaks/Firebreakself

Fir/Firef/Firefly/Fireflys/Fireflyself

Fir/Fireli/Firelight/Firelights/Firelightself

Fir/Firewa/Firewalker/Firewalkers/Firewalkerself

Fie/Fier/Fiery/Fierys/Fieryself

Fla/Flam/Flame/Flames/Flameself

Flame/Flamethro/Flamethrower/Flamethrowers/Flamethrowerself

Flame/Flamma/Flammable/Flammables/Flammableself

Fla/Flar/Flare/Flares/Flareself

Fur/Furna/Furnace/Furnaces/Furnaceself

Kin/Kind/Kindle/Kindles/Kindleself

La/Lav/Lava/Lavas/Lavaself

Ma/Mag/Magma/Magmas/Magmaself

Vol/Volca/Volcano/Volcanos/Volcanoself

He/Hea/Heat/Heats/Heatself

Hell/Hellfie/Hellfire/Hellfires/Hellfireself

Hot/Hotco/Hotcoal/Hotcoals/Hotcoalself

Spa/Spar/Spark/Sparks/Sparkself

Bu/Bur/Burn/Burns/Burnself

Bla/Blaz/Blaze/Blazes/Blazeself

Bla/Blas/Blast/Blasts/Blastself

Bo/Bonfi/Bonfire/Bonfires/Bonfireself

Ig/Igni/Ignite/Ignites/Igniteself

In/Infer/Inferno/Infernos/Infernoself

In/Infer/Infernal/Infernals/Infernalself

Incin/Inciner/Incinerate/Incinerates/Incinerateself

Obi/Obsid/Obsidian/Obsidians/Obsidianself

Oxy/Oxyge/Oxygen/Oxygens/Oxygenself

War/Warm/Warmth/Warmths/Warmthself

Wild/Wildfir/Wildfire/Wildfires/Wildfireself

Wood/Woodfir/Woodfire/Woodfires/Woofireself

Sco/Scor/Scorch/Scorchs/Scorchself

Ser/Sera/Seraphim/Seraphims/Seraphimself

So/Soo/Soot/Soots/Sootself

Smo/Smok/Smoke/Smokes/Smokeself

Smo/Smoul/Smoulder/Smoulders/Smoulderself

Py/Pyr/Pyro/Pyros/Pyroself

Py/Pyr/Pyre/Pyres/Pyreself

Phoe/Phoen/Phoenix/Phoenixs/Phoenixself

To/Tor/Torch/Torchs/Torchself

Com/Combust/Combustion/Combusts/Combustionself

Ca/Campfi/Campfire/Campfires/Campfireself

Co/Coa/Coal/Coals/Coalself

Char/Charco/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoalself

Cre/Crem/Cremate/Cremates/Cremateself

🔥/🔥's

💥/💥's

🐦‍🔥/🐦‍🔥's

❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥's

☄️/☄️'s

🌋/🌋's

🏜/🏜's

🕯/🕯's

☀/☀'s

🌟/🌟's

⭐/⭐'s

Titles:

(X) Who Burns

The Pyromaniac

The Phoenix

Risen From The Ashes

Born From The Flames

Born From Hellfire

Dancing In The Flames

The Firestorm

The Incinerated

(X) Who Commits Arson

The Fire Dancer

The Lava Dancer

The Volcano Guardian

Guardian of The Flames

The Flame-Winged

(X) Who Will Never Burn

Names:

Fem: Aine, Adara, Alinta, Anala, Apollonia, Aguya, Arpina, Brenda, Bedelia, Caldia, Cyra, Cemre, Cinder, Enya, Fiamma, Fiametta, Helene, Homura, Hinata, Hinoka, Helia, Hestia, Kenina, Kaede, Kyra, Keahi, Kamala, Kalinda, Kenna, Mirri, Mehri, McKenna, Narine, Noora, Pele, Pyraxia, Pyrena, Piret, Oriane, Seraphina, Starfire, Savita, Sunniva, Solana, Tana, Tinna, Vesta, Zinara,

Masc: Afi, Aodh, Ashbel, Apollo, Anatole, Aarush, Aidan, Aiden, Blaze, Blayze, Blaise, Brando, Brantley, Branton, Brent, Brenton, Conleth, Conley, Cole, Cyrus, Egan, Eilidh, Elio, Finlo, Fintan, Fuji, Flint, Haco, Hagan, Hakan, Hayden, Heilos, Heulfryn, Horus, Hugh, Hugo, Ignacio, Ignatius, Inigo, Ishaan, Kai, Kindle, Kaen, Kenneth, Keegan, Kiran, Kwasi, McCoy, Pyrrhus, Ra, Rhys, Sampson, Tyson, Vulcan,

Neu: Ardere, Aizel, Adan, Akosua, Ashfall, Aithne, Agni, Adish, Azar, Ash, Baskara, Brigid, Cymbeline, Ember, Eldis, Edan, Ignus, Iskra, Liekki, Mashal, Nuri, Pheonix, Pyro, Pyre, Surya, Sulien, Solaris, Sol, Seraph, Seraphin, Sol, Soleil, Sunfire, Tanwen, Uri, Ugnè, Xipil,

Genders:

Lavanatomic - A gender under the anatomic system(link), related to lava, anatomy, the "anatomy" of lava and molten rock, the anatomy of something or someone being made up of lava, having anatomy made of lava and so on.

Firegender - Firegender is a xenogender identity in which one's gender is in a constant state of change but never truly extinguishes. It is aesthetically linked to fire as a visual metaphor or symbol.

Fiergender - Fiergender [fier coming from the word 'fiery'] is a gender related to the colours red and orange, fire, foxes, anger, and heat. This gender may feel hot, angry/annoyed, and fiery.

Infernvambatic - A gender identity related to fire and vampire bats; vampire bats that are on fire; vampire bats with fire magic; the emoji combo 🔥🦇🔥; etc...

Burninglogic - .+ a gender related to the log/wood emoji (🪵), and the fire emoji (🔥) in some way. could be the emojis on their own, the smell of campires/burning wood, the aesthetic of wood and fire, etc.

CandLitScentic - A scentic gender related to the aroma of lit candles, scented or not, the smell of a burning wick and melting wax is heavily tied to one's gender.

Firedeity - a gender connected to fire and deities, a deity associated with fire, or a deity of fire.

Ragefiric - a gender relating to raging fires, of course! one may also connect with fiery tempers or things getting burnt

Sunfiregender - a gender related to the sun and fire somehow! could be about how the sun is sometimes called a ball of fire, could be related to setting fires with sunlight, just suns and fires separately, whatever! 

Volcanogender/Lavagender/Magmagender - A gender that is dormant most of the time but sometimes erupts with extreme heat and intensity, similar to how volcanoes erupt. It can be used by itself or combined with other terms, e.g. volcanoboy, volcanogirl, volcanononbinary, etc.

Pyrapanthic - A combination of pyrogender and catgender, in which your gender is connected to big cats, fire, and the way that both are violent/aggressive in nature but aren't "bad" for being that way, they just are.

Lavagender - For a few days it’ll be a stable gender, nice and consistent. But after a while it turns into something completely different. And then that something will change into another thing that’s completely different after a few days time again.

PyromaniEnigmatic - an -enigmatic gender that relates to ones pyromania, being hard to fully understand and deal with, smoke and flames from the urges of pyromania obscuring clear vision and understanding of ones gender and ones pyromania being so deeply tied to ones gender that t becomes hard to understand it from any other angle but by the light of a burning flame.

Pyrofluid - A gender defined by a strong fire aesthetic, like pyrogender, but in this case a person can change between feeling “warm” and feeling “cold” about their gender. A pyrogender person always "feels warm" about the gender, it may just dwindle but never extinguish. Pyrofluid people can “feel cold”, and when that happens it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll be agender or on the agender spectrum. It may just mean that they end up feeling apathetic about their gender, not wanting to think about it.

[uchiha-hemy]

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[sw33t-oubliette]

Fire fire .. burns muchg brighter ..... when oxyge n ......... is th e supplier ............

[dorkwalf]

Subnautica Au 8

Knuckles POV

Warning: death, implied death and gore the chapters are labeled small mention of PTSD

I grumble as I follow the ping in Lulu suit. How did she end up way out here? I go up and gasp for air. I was right on top of her. how? I grumble and dive pausing when I see a cave entrance. Glowing pink mushrooms, I role my eyes knowing every well Lulu saw the shiny thing and went for it. I dive down and look into the cave spotting a brain coral. I smirk and swim to it fast. "The conditions in this cave support a microcosm of unique, possibly predatory lifeforms. Detecting an artificial structure somewhere in the region." I frown as the PDA goes off. I float over the brain coral watching my oxygen meter go up. I glance around only to gasp as a huge snake swim out of the mushrooms as lets out a hideous sound. I dive down close trying to stay hidden as the beast swims over me and into another mushroom.

I take a shaky breath before growling at myself and looking around again. I scan the area until I finally spot a White wolf tail with a blue under coat near a mushroom. I watch as Lulu's head pops out and I look for a way to signal them without alerting anyone thing else. I watch and she picks up a rock she had by head feet, and I feel dreed when I realize what it was. An Egg. An egg that had to same colors as the creatures swimming around us hunting. I felt like punching her. of course she would hoard the things eggs. I watched as she put it in her bag and put her bag on before she swam off.

I growl angrily. I was going to kill her. I follow her trying to catch up. I watch as she snuck around the snakelike creatures with ease. I follow close only to growl when she's no longer in sight. I look around for a moment only to pause, my breathe caught in my throat. A base. A man-made base. Hope fills my chest. there's other survives! Other people from the crash!!! Even though there's water in the base that means others had to at least be here.

I smile and look around it see Lulu swim by the window in the base. Shes already in there. I laugh and swim inside. gasping for air with every air bubble.

WARNING STARTS WARNING STARTS WARNING STARTS

I swim and pause see Lulu standing at the entrance shaking slightly. I swim up hesitantly before all hope withers away when I see the gruesome seen before me. The humans. One was on the bed. Half its body gone eye widens open. I reach forward turning lulu around and tucking her head into my chest. Her ears lowers and green eyes full of terror. I tuck her close to my body hiding her from the scene. I look up again another body in the whole in the wall melded in the metal almost. The humans mouth split open as if a creature snapped his jaw. It looked like a fresh kill, maybe a couple hours old. A strange sound comes from the walls, and I glance out the window beside me seeing the giant snake and I clutch Lulu close to my chest. I feel her breathing became uneven and I glance down taking my eyes off the creature. Her eyes were glossed over, I knew immediately what was happening because sonic does it to. She was in the middle of a PTSD flash back, her claws digging into my arms.

I swim her back up to and air bubble and try and gentle start to coax her out of it. I watch as she comes out of it and slowly curls into a ball in my arms. I sigh softly all earlier anger toward her gone. I lay her on some floating Debrees so she can rest and breathe, and I swim back down. I look around only to tense as the snakelike creature swam back down and took the rest of the body only leaving blood in the water. I watch as the creature retreats back into the glowing mushroom before exploring the room quickly. Finding food and data logs along with new crafting recipes.

I sigh and grab as much as I can before going to get lulu. I grab her and she mutters and quiet apology as she dives in and starts to head out.

WARNING OVER

I follow her out making sure to watch where we are going. We had just enough oxygen to get out of the cave system. We make in out and gasp for air as we break the surface. I look toward lulu, Her blue hair up in a soggy bun, her eyes full of fear. "it's...it's almost like that night...the way they were laying....it reminded me so much of when...."

Lulu's voice trailed off. "I know.... Sonic does it to...I'm sorry about the incident and that the scene brought it up." I swim over and hug her letting her curl up. "We should go, Amy was worrying about you and I bet she'd like to see herself your safe."

"She was worried? why?" I smile at Lulus question.

"I'll explain it on the way back it's a long story" I started to swim, and Lulu followed listen closely as I explain what happened.

[alephnol]

Its up and down and all around.

its AIR!!!!!!!!!!

And i looove to drink it.

Sometimes, you can even taste the oxyg- (Passes out)

[gaiaxygang]

not enough people here (tumblr) have watched something in my room. its a wonderful show and nut supanut spends the entire series being a cute silly yet sad ghostboy. also i think it's better than oxyge-

[merge-conflict]

first of two of the smut prompts cos self-control? never heard of her

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜ - your choice of characters :3c

heheheheheh >:3 prompts are here, i'm all caught up now so if any of you want to request more smut feel free!

Susan Abernathy/V

[ This snippet from when Valentine is about 22, still an egg, and filled with enough youthful irreverence and powerful stimulants to believe she will live forever. :3 ]

The inside of the supply closet was cramped and smelled strongly of toner, and yet at that moment it was the best room in the entire Arasaka tower– because it was where Birdy had her hand up the inside of V’s shirt, unhooking the front clasp of her bra with something approaching reverence. There was something incredibly debauched about being bared without being completely undressed. Something secret, something sacred. Normally she hated too much attention being paid to her tits, but the way Birdy handled her, cautious and intimate– it turned V inside out. Made her feel like the delicate feathered thing even though Birdy barely had to duck her head to kiss the outline of her nipple through her shirt.

“Are you ready?” she asked, raising her eyes. V tipped her head back to avoid having to see her smile, which made her feel even more undone than if she had actually been naked.

“I’m ready.” She made a face at the smoke stain in the ceiling. “Although I’d prefer to bash his stupid head in.”

Birdy caught her jaw in one hand, forcing her to make eye contact. In the right light they were almost red, but here they were a deep, warm, brown. “Are you going to be good?”

“I said I’d prefer to bash his head in, I didn’t say I was going to.”

“Subtlety is always better than force.” The hand Birdy had under her shirt went roaming. “Now I’ll ask you again, are you going to be good? For me?” As emphasis she pinched one nipple gently, rolling it between her fingers. V felt the breath knocked out of her, overwhelmed by a sudden rush of anxiety and want.

“Yes.” She couldn’t entirely suppress her smile and watched a little of Birdy’s consummately professional mask crack in response. “I’ll be good.”

“Good.” Birdy went up on her toes to meet V in a kiss, leaning against her where she had pushed her against the wall. “You’re always so good. I think you deserve a treat. Don’t you?”

“A treat?” V echoed, a little dazed. The word hit like a little ping on the inside of her skull, but she was still recovering from the taste of Birdy, and the smell of her skin. The incredible softness of the hair at the nape of her neck, where she arched into V’s hand like a cat.

“A reward,” Birdy said, her voice dropping half an octave. She grinned as V’s other hand found her ass. “A gift.” She stole another kiss, soft and possessive. “An indulgence.”

Birdy would have objected to being called generous, but the word stuck in V’s mind, summoned by the look in her eyes when she’d pronounced the word indulgence like it was something holy and not just a whim. There was something in the way she’d called her good as though she meant it. No matter how many times Birdy touched V, she still felt like a starving woman sitting down to a feast.

Even if Birdy was the one getting down on her knees, as though V was a meal she was dying to eat. Now she was really, exceptionally, exposed, and yet the vulnerability felt just as good as the soft press of Birdy’s lips against her clit. Generous was what you called someone too stupid to cut a better deal. Generous was what you had to be when your boss asked you a favor. Generous wasn’t the right word for a beautiful woman on her knees giving you the best head of your life while she teased at your cunt with her fingers.

That had to be something truly divine.

By the time Birdy had two fingers inside her, fluttering in just the right spot, V could think of nothing but how to keep upright with her legs trembling. The loss of Birdy’s tongue flicking the hood of her clit felt like losing access to oxygen, and her husky laughter was almost as unendurable.

“You always look so surprised.” Birdy kissed her again, followed by the broad lap of her tongue. “I see you, V.” Another kiss, like a shock that forced a noise out of V. Her sense of control was dissolving. “Don’t forget it.” One last kiss, and then it shattered completely, until V was unconscious of anything but bright, white release, and Birdy’s gentle ministrations carrying her through it.

Later, when she was finished bugging Jenkins’ office and was about to slip out to the elevators, she heard Birdy’s name mentioned by another member of his team on a call with his door open. He failed to notice her, dressed as she was in her technician’s uniform. She restrained herself from the vivid daydream of knocking him in the back of the skull with her wire cutters, but four weeks later she gave Birdy a little datashard filled with dirty secrets. As a treat.

[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Munehiro Kabaji

[PROFILE]

Birthday: January 3rd (Capricorn)

Blood Type: O

Relatives: Grandmother, father, mother, younger sister

Father’s Occupation: Public servant

Elementary School: King’s Primary School (UK) ➜ Hyotei Academy Primary School

Middle School: Hyotei Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Second Year | Class 2-B | Seat 9

Club: Tennis Club (regular)

Committee: Student Council

Strong Subjects: Art [TP], home economics, physics

Weak Subjects: Modern Japanese

Most Visited Spot at School: Atobe’s classroom

Favorite Motto: “Even a tiny bug has a soul of its own… yes.”

Daily Routines: Arranging the shoes in the entryway

Hobbies: Making bottle ships, making dollhouses [23.5]

Favorite Color: The three primary colors

Favorite Music: The sound of waves

Favorite Movie: 2001: A Space Odyssey

Favorite Book: A picture book that Atobe gave him, a fairytale collection he bought with Hiyoshi and Ootori

Favorite Food: Pizza, beef bowls, yakiniku [TP]

Favorite Anniversary: October 4th

Preferred Type: No one in particular ➜ A person who can take charge [TP]

Ideal Date Spot: A beach (harbor)

His Gift for a Special Person: A handmade music box

What He Wants Most Right Now: “Nothing… in particular…” ➜ “A vase for… the flowers… I received…” [23.5]

Dislikes: Being told to say something funny/interesting

Skills Outside of Tennis: Ironing, patchwork, filing documents [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Nothing in particular

Routine During the World Cup: Buying and sorting tea from other countries, looking for Jirou

[DATA]

Height: 190cm | 6’2” ➜ 191cm | 6’3” [23.5]

Weight: 85kg | 187 lbs ➜ 87kg | 191 lbs [23.5]

Shoe Size: 28cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: N/A (changes with each match)

Signature Moves: Perfect Copy

Number of Techniques Copied So Far: 99

Equipment Brands:

Racket: VoLKL (QUANTUM.10 TOUR)

Shoes: HEAD (C.Tech 1000)

Overall Rating: Speed: 1 / Power: 5 / Stamina: 3 / Mental: 4 / Technique: 4 / Total: 16

Kurobe Memo: “Being able to copy others with no limits is a fantastic move, but it may end up being tough if you need to sacrifice your physical form. I’d encourage him to find the self-motivation to practice and develop mental and emotional independence.” <Official Description>

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bag [40.5]:

Cell phone: Atobe told him to hold onto it. He doesn’t use it aside from contacting Atobe or in case of emergencies

Giant eraser: It was the size of his hand when he bought it. It’s become smaller since he’s cut off pieces of it for those who forgot theirs

Simple sewing kit: He carries it with him in case any uniforms need mending. He’s said to be the best sewer in the club

Letters addressed to Atobe: He’s often given letters addressed to Atobe, who is famous both in and outside of the school. Most of them are from female students from other schools, and he delivers all of them to Atobe after school

Bottle of water: Oxygizer brand drinking water, an Italian mineral water Atobe recommended to him. He’ll use it to make a bottle ship once he’s done drinking it

What’s in His Locker [C&S]:

A stock of luxury towels

Items to increase flexibility

Tea brewing book: Given to him by Taki

A case containing an assortment of grip tapes, antiperspirants, etc.: It was originally intended for Atobe, but the other club members are using it now too

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

I wonder if those are people where older parts of the brain are better at taking over ... like have an easier time of taking over ...

SO like that old part of the bran that has no idea whta the fuck diving equipment is just realizes

We are uder water

The gas in teh blood is not whta it usually is (like it would be fine but it is not what it usually is becasu ethere suddenly is ... I think helium)

And that ancient part of the brain remembers beeing a fish (like way way back wenn verebras first mad eit on to land) and just decides to take over becasue clearyl that part of the brain is most qualified to handle this situation doh

And of course that part fails to handle the situation becasue there wasn't really a situation to handle before that part decided to basicalyl grab the wheel from teh driver

And then the part realizes there is danger aproaching (oxyge running low also pressure to high ... ) ... so ... run away well swim away? That usualy works fro a fish ...

Only ... that stupid ancient part has no idea where to run to ... so ... swimming in circles till your drop it is ...

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

[mktgluna]

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