#reverse gts

[bitepilled]

[ CW Suggestive | Full under cut ]

I can totally definitely absolutely be trusted with a tiny Lucy!!!

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Okay we all know the story of Thumbalina. We’ve seen the movies, read the books, soooo we all know that she came from a flower grown by a woman who was given the seed. Imagine that though. Imagine you are just chilling, maybe you have a garden or you are walking in the woods and you spot a small stem starting to grow out of the ground. (Maybe a witch decided to throw a seed into your garden or something) Out of curiosity you go to it and watch as it rapidly grows in front of your eyes, only for it to bloom and have a tiny little person in it. Who then immediately trusts you cause well clearly you took care of the plant they were born from so obviously you’re like a parent or even a friend to them.

I feel like while it would be amazing to meet a tiny person this way, it would also be terrifying cause “OH SWEET, I was just walking in the woods and now I have a teenage child. Oh okay…I’m old enough to be their sibling…not a fucking parent cooooool” *Completely stressed out* That and if it follows the original fairytale your new friend/child gets kidnapped and that’s a whole new level of stress cause how the fuck are you going to find someone that small.

Anyway….if you were wanting a tiny child or even a tiny friend to magically appear, well, you got it. There they are. Congrats! You get to take care of them, hang out, it’s literally a dream come true! Yeah you gotta teach them some stuff but that’s fine. But what if it was just a person, not like a newborn? Like it’s someone from the g/t community who just woke up in the flower? What if it was one of your OCs that just woke up and is super confused about where they are and why you’re so big?

Now hold that thought, right. Flip it. Imagine you go to sleep one day daydreaming about being tiny, maybe with an OC or Favorite Character as the giant, as you drift off. Then you wake up, in a flower, with someone staring at you in amazement. Maybe it’s the OC, or Favorite Character you were daydreaming about or perhaps it’s someone you don’t know! Heck maybe it’s a fellow g/t lover who was just taking a walk in the woods! They scoop you up and promise to take care of you. How would you feel? Just woke up in what is basically a dream come true and now you’re just with a giant, cause you woke up…in a flower.

So I ask you all this. Giants, how would you feel/react to finding a blooming flower with a tiny person in it? Tinies, how would you feel/react to if you woke up in a blooming flower with a giant staring at you? Sizeshifters, you can answer both of you want.

[ywraa]

Reading the ignaz semmelweis wiki to see if there any parallel to senmelweis r1999 (I have no clue what im doing)

[empressxmachina]

Minami-kun ga Koibito, airing on TV Asahi July 16, 2024

Did I cook too long and manifest something in some tags about v.2015 a bit ago? Oh, well.

We eat next month.

P.S. If I'm reading the cast list correctly, it looks like 1994 Minami plays 2024 Chiyomi's (adopted?) dad. I love that.

[belethlegwen]

out of curiosity, are there genres/tropes/things regarding G/t you wouldn't write (size-swap, fearplay, etc)? I'd love to drop an Ask or two for prompts, but I want to make sure I'm not crossing any boundaries

thx again!

Oh hey!! Thank you so much for the ask!! <3 I like to try and stretch my writing abilities a bit and am willing to at least TRY and take a crack at most requests I get when I post prompt lists and the like, but there are a few places I won't go. I don't do Vore of any kind, and while I'll do fearplay for an open-audience (tumblr) it will probably likely be really tame.

Overall, the things I am really uncomfortable with for the most part in terms of writing would be like, whump, extreme harm, that kind of thing. I can't stomach whump much even as a reader (no shade against those that do), I just... find it personally very very hard to get past as a reader, and writing things like whump I can only even really attempt if I know there will be good comfort coming after.

Another thing I do not fuck with is Pet-Trope or like, extreme dehumanization of a tiny. I got a lot of shit against that trope as it is personally, and have given reading some stories the ol' College Try but just had to admit that no matter what, I just can't bring myself to even critically-approach that media without it being way too much for me. I get way too mad and have a hard time separating emotions from the narrative. That is on me, and my personal boundaries are that I just do not engage with it.

I don't like hurting the little guys, but I understand that Hurt has to come if you want to do Hurt/Comfort. It just drives me up the wall when it just seems like the pain/damage is the POINT, and the comfort (if there is any) is just somehow a gateway for further dehumanization or humiliation or infantalization or anything else. I've got a lot of personal hangups about it and it squicks me real bad.

I have no issues personally with anyone who does Vore/Whump/Dehumanization/etc content either from a creation stand-point or an interaction/enjoying standpoint. We all get different things from our media and what upsets or harms us might be cathartic or even healing to another. I don't like it when people attack PEOPLE when it comes to trope/genre discourse, it's reductive and more harmful than good (ex: shit like saying 'everyone who likes whump is an abuser'. It's a completely untrue statement that only serves to direct harassment to undeserving people and makes it harder for them to find safe-spaces with which to healthily interact with the media they enjoy and/or analyze it critically in spaces with multiple viewpoints.)

Everyone can have genres/tropes/stories/characters/etc that they do not like, and that they adamantly hate! I know I do! I'll rant about that shit forever! I just don't want to then look at someone who DOES like it or DOES create it and make them feel like I want them hunted for sport and that everyone should agree with me that they should be hunted for sport.

SO sorry that this took such a strong ramble!! I've just had some experiences in my time here on Tumblr (and a lot of other internet places, let's be real) where you need to be clear about what's happening and what you're saying because nuance can be real hard for some people to pick up.

TL;DR - Don't ask me to be like, real-REAL mean to a li'l person in the narrative and we'll probably be gucci, haha <3 Everything else I don't mind explaining any limits with on a case-by-case basis, as well! It never hurts to ask and the worst I'll do is say no. I promise I'm not too scary about it.

Thanks again so much for the ask!

[leviabeat]

[nonbinary-octopus]

Sawyer's dad: a human has captured my son and is probably torturing him!

Colfax: actually your son is the one tormenting me with, ugh, social interactions. I am the captive audience here. Also the human jungle gym, why is he like this??

Gt July Day 23 – Weapon

Some reverse teen AU nonsense for you all! Poor Señor Rodriguez was so worried about his boy, imagining some human terrorizing him. (Truth is, Sawyer has been the one terrorizing Colfax.)

[riice-bled]

(GT!Goku) " Hey, hey! Gohan! Why don't we go and take everyone to the beach for a bit? I think it'd be fun to relax a little! "

"Sure Dad. It has been a while that we did that. So I will see if Pan and Videl are up for it."

Gohan smiled in response to his father's proposal.

@hxroic-wxlls

[murasakiirohanaarchived]

//i just connected this song with inoichi’s view of  ino and i am DEVASTATED rn

I hurt myself he lp

[gt-daboss]

Hear Me Out: Reverse GT Alien Abduction.

We are the invaders. Humanity has long since fantasized about hordes of unknown, giant flying monstrosities raining down from the heavens onto our small blue orb in the lonely universe. Huddling In secret in the recesses of our homes as fellow humans are abducted to who knows where, never to be seen again. Families torn apart and for what reason? Don't they know we are people too?

only...

That's the exact role humanity plays, no- not as the victims, but as the oppressors. All throughout the galaxy known for their greed and insatiable curiosity, their ever-hungering thirst for knowledge and the unknown, trampling over any and all species that sought to slow them down.

So, when Humanity found a planet with creatures who looked nearly identical to their own, but at a fraction of the size and power...

their fate was inevitable.

hooof, i might make a part 2 at some point soon! you guys know i can't let a cruel scenario not have a happy ending xD

if anybody thinks the lighting looks weird- its supposed to imply someone opened up a door to go into this 'pet' shop and light is shining in. (metaphorical/literal ray of hope, maybe this human will be nice lol~)

[mattsfavbitchhh]

goodbye chris - c.s

cheating!chris x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, crying, alcohol cheating ( don’t do it ! ), angst with no happy ending

a/n: i felt we needed more chris angst fics, y’know?? anyway, hope you guys enjoy !!

word count: 730 words

not proofread

y/n's pov

4:32 am

and chris still isnt home, again. he's been doing this for the past week. ive texted him, ive called him, ive checked his location. he's still at this at this fucking house

do i go or not? i guess i should right? he's been doing this for week, i have to go. i grab my keys and my sweater, preparing to go to the house

i walk out the front door and start my car, i shiver because of the winter snow falling from the beautiful skies. i get in my car and start driving, in silence

i decide to turn on my playlist on the aux, it plays "reckless" by madison beer

"how could you be so reckless with my heart?"

i stop at a red light and start to ball my eyes out, with my sweater catching my salty tears. i get a sense of anger in my veins and run the red light, not giving a shit

i reach the house and park my car, and walk inside. my nose is immediately filled with the smell of weed and other drugs. my ears deafened by the loud shitty music playing loudly

i see drunk people dancing, people smashing their faces into eachother. i notice a closed door and wonder if chris is in there

i open the door and my eyes are meant by a scene i'm not supposed to see, chris fucking another girl

the girl gasps and chris turns around to see me in the doorway with a look on my face he'll never forget

i turn at start speed-walking to my car with tears at my waterline, i hear chris yell my name, but i ignore him

"y/n! i-i can explain!" chris yells.

"chris no the fuck you cant! you just hooked up with another girl when you have a girlfriend! do you know how fucked up that is?!" i yell back at him

"please y/n! listen to me, im sorry!" he yells, his voice cracking

"you dont even mean it. you're drunk." i say mumbling under my breath

chris grabs my wrist and turns me to face towards him,

"look i know what i did wasn't right an--" chris explains but then is cut off

"what? and you'll never do it again? that's what they all say, until they break your heart again." i say to him while starting my car and getting inside. i reverse out of the snow filled driveway, and speed down the street

chris' pov

i stand there watching her drive into the night, with a heart full of pure guilt. i did this. i caused this on myself. i went to the bar almost every night this week. i hooked up with some random girl. its all my fault.

i go back inside the house and grab the rest of my stuff from the room

"who was that?" the hooker i hooked up with asks

"none of your damn business bitch." i say rudely to her, as walk out the room and outside the house.

i grab my phone from my pocket and an call an uber home

y/n's pov

i stop at a red light and take my phone to text madison and nick about what happened. madison offers for me to stay as long as i need stay over at hers, i take the offer and tell her i'll meet her at house in 30

i get to the sturniolos home and quickly head upstairs to grab my stuff, of course saying hi to matt and nick. i grab all my stuff i need, start walking out of chris and i's shared old bedroom. but that's when i hear the front door open and chris comes stumbling through the door

i open nick's door and tell him chris' is home and he lets me stay there until he hears chris close the door of the bedroom. i hug nick and tell ill text him when i get there and leave his room

i scurry downstairs and give matt a hug goodbye and start walking towards the front door when i hear chris say my name again but i run out door. i start my car, and back out of the driveway and head to madison's home.

taglist:@certifiedstarrr @flouvela @sturnsbitch @adie-blogs @flwrs4sturniolo

©mattsfavbitchhh

just so you guys know there will a pt. 2 i js need to gts.. it will prob be out next week....i hope

[corysmiles]

Runes and Ruin Pt 2.

arcane g/t fic

Notes: I am ill and really like Jayvik gt so here have this as a treat :>

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It was day four of being stuck in such a humiliatingly small state that Viktor had to start planning on being tiny for a while. He had wanted it to be over quickly; he had had hope that with Jayce’s assistance they would be able to figure out the runes with little to no issue. But so far all the testing they had done on plants had yielded only failed results.

They could make them shrink with no issue. That was the easy part- they knew which rune combination put Viktor in that state. It was the reversal that was causing issues. The plants always withered. Once, they got one to grow to about half of its original size, but the joy of the discovery only lasted a second before the plant turned to dust before their eyes.

As soon as the ash from the plant had settled on the table, Viktor deflated. He didn’t even have to say anything before Jayce’s massive thumb was on his back, a gentle and silent apology. When they went back to Jayce’s apartment that day the pair was quiet, Viktor carefully hidden in his partner’s breast pocket until he could be safely removed.

That night, there was an uncomfortable silence while getting ready for rest. Jayce watched his partner from the bed as he sat head-down on his desk, staring off into the room.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jayce said softly, pulling Viktor out of his thoughts, “We’re getting closer already.”

Viktor hummed in response, mouth tight as he looked at Jayce from the corner of his eyes. He looked even more massive than normal from this angle, and to Viktor’s horror, he was slowly getting used to it.

“I can’t stay like this for much longer, Jayce,” Viktor sighed.

Jayce tilted his head at that, “Hm?”

“I…we have work to do,” Viktor’s head fell, “We can’t put Hextech on pause just to fix this.”

Jayce shook his head and wiped his hand over his eyes sleepily, “Why not? You know we’re more efficient when we’re both at our best. It’s always worse without you.”

“Yes Jayce but I…” Viktor swallowed and let out a heavy shaking breath, “I can’t help. I can’t do anything. I can’t pick up a pen or move the runes or even get to the desk on my own. My crutch is several hundred times my size and I can’t even get to my own apartment. Jayce, I can’t even eat on my own without you getting the food for me.”

At that Jayce’s expression twisted. Viktor hated to see it- the pity clear on his face.

“Vik, it’s really not that big of a deal-”

“You’re not the one stuck like this!”

Jayce sighed and shrugged his shoulders, expression sad like a dog left in the rain.

“I know. I know Vik, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you to feel like it’s a burden on me. I’m here for all of this, no matter what. It’s our problem, not just yours.”

Immediately, the soft tone brought a haze of comfort over Viktor. He hadn’t meant to snap, really, but the stress was starting to become overwhelming.

“I’m sorry…” Viktor sighed, turning to face Jayce better. He’d have to do some damage control seeing as Jayce was his only hope at getting anything fixed. “I didn’t mean to snap at you…it’s not your fault. I just…it’s hard being stuck like this. Everything feels so off.

“Then what about tomorrow we take the day off from the lab,” Jayce started, already holding his hand up in front of him to wave off the argument he knew Viktor had, “Hold on, just listen to me okay?”

Viktor’s mouth snapped close, cutting off the growing fire in his chest. As much as he wanted to fight, he knew better.

“Tomorrow we can go to the forge, I can make you a new crutch,” Jayce started, eyes focused intently on Viktor, “We can try to get you some new clothes, so you’re not stuck in the same ones until this is over. Maybe it’ll help a little, at least to make this feel more normal.”

Viktor only scowled at the words, his tone sharp like a blade, “Nothing will make this feel normal, Jayce.”

“Okay, not normal…but maybe it can at least be better.”

Viktor sighed in exasperation, running his hands through his hair, and tilting his head to his chest, a small move of much-needed comfort, “Fine. Yes, we can do that. But once it’s done we go back to the lab.”

Jayce’s tight expression softened just a bit, a minute twitch to his lips, unrecognizable to anyone who hadn’t spent years in the same room as him, “Deal.”

The next day Jayce did exactly as he said. Viktor sat in Jayce’s breast pocket, which was starting to become more and more familiar, as they made their way from Jayce’s apartment to the House Talis forge. The hustle and bustle of Piltover’s streets was muffled by the thin layer of fabric encasing Viktor, and he found that he was rather thankful for it. The usual stress of walking through the crowded streets dulled to a mere inconvenience as he instead focused his thoughts on the steady rise and fall of Jayce’s chest and the rhythmic bouncing of his steps.

He had been worried at first about going anywhere that wasn’t their shared lab space, but Jayce had reassured him that he could get the forge alone. They had argued about whether or not Viktor should join due to the heat, but eventually Viktor won the argument, stating he wanted to be there, at least to get out of Jayce’s apartment for a small while.

Before he was even removed from Jayce’s pocket, Viktor knew that they had arrived at the forge from the blast of dry heat that hit him through the fabric. For the millionth time he found himself wondering how Jayce could find metalworking so relaxing when he already felt unbearably hot from just entering the room. Gently, a hand appeared over Viktor, blocking out the light from above, tentative as it prodded him from behind, a silent request for permission. Viktor stilled, allowing himself to be scooped up in Jayce’s fingers as he was brought out into the dark heated room.

“Alright, this shouldn’t take too long,” Jayce said, placing Viktor down onto a nearby work bench, “I’ll need to measure you first to make sure I get the right size. Just hold on.”

Viktor nodded in response as he stretched his legs out in front of him, already despising the stickiness of the heat enveloping him. Jayce wandered to the other side of the room, his footsteps booming in Viktor’s ears like the steady thrum of a hammer as he dug through a box. When he returned, a small clean metal ruler was held in his hands.

“Alright, stand up for me,” Jayce nodded, as he pulled up a chair next to the desk, his shadow falling over Viktor’s much smaller form.

Viktor grunted with the effort of pulling himself up, but thankfully Jayce ignored it, or at least opted not to mention it. With exceedingly careful movements the ruler was held next to Viktor’s body, the sight of it next to him almost enough to make him feel dizzy.

“About five and a half centimeters,” Jayce mumbled more to himself than to Viktor, before setting the measuring stick back down next to his partner, letting out a small half-teasing chuckle, “You’re really small Vik.”

Viktor scowled up at his partner whose face was alight with cautious amusement, “When we fix this I am never talking to you again.”

“That would make working on Hextech pretty hard,” Jayce laughed softly in response, his eyes glinting happily.

Viktor grumbled, his lips tightening to a thin line, ready to argue but not wanting to egg Jayce on more. Carefully, he sat back down, sticking his bad leg out as he did to relieve the pressure slowly building in his joints, watching all the while as Jayce moved over to the heated central part of the forge.

He’d watched Jayce work before, when they were entered in the innovators contest they both had come to the forge to work on prototypes last minute when they realized they had all theories and no substance to their work. But watching Jayce work now felt so much different. Viktor averted his eyes as best he could as Jayce pulled his shirt over his head with one of his hands and pulled out a chunk of smooth metal from a side table along with a hammer. However, it didn’t stop the mounting embarrassment from growing in his chest; he was starting to understand why Jayce had become the face of Piltover. The man was magnetic.

He knew Jayce was strong, of course he did, he had worked with the man for years, but seeing him like this when he was barely the size of his finger was overwhelming to Viktor’s senses. Jayce’s broad shoulders and flexing muscles as he worked so carefully, made Viktor’s cheeks grow warm. Of course, he’d deny it if asked, the forge was hot after all, it wasn’t his fault for not being used to the heat…or the sight of Jayce shirtless.

After heating up the metal and slicing a piece of it off Jayce placed it down onto the forge to hammer it into shape, using a small detailing tool to shape it how he wanted. His face scrunched in concentration, and the way his eyes focused in on something so small almost made Viktor laugh.

He barely noticed when Jayce finished, too distracted by his own thoughts until suddenly Jayce was towering over him again, his body gleaming with sweat in a way that made Viktor want to either stare or never talk to him again.

“Try this. Sorry it’s not as good as the last one, but it was much harder to make it small,” Jayce said with an apologetic smile as he handed it over, the length of it almost fully concealed by his thumb and forefinger.

Carefully, Viktor reached up, still wide-eyed at the sight of his hand compared to Jayce’s fingers, before grabbing the top of it. The weight felt good in his hands, and although the metal was not as finely smoothed out as his last one was (which was also a gift from Jayce), it would do for the time being. Glancing up and down it, he nodded with approval before pushing its tip to the desk to help himself up. His leg still protested the movement, but the added support of the hinge under his arm stopped it from being too unbearable.

All the while, Jayce watched him, his stare almost overwhelming given how giant he was.

“This will do,” Viktor said after a moment, tilting his head in thought, “Thank you, really, Jayce.”

“Of course,” Jayce grinned in response, his smile shining even brighter than the heat of the forge, and Viktor found himself looking away to not get burned, “Oh! Now for clothes I was thinking, there’s a toy store pretty close. My mom used to take me there as a kid, and I know they have fancy dolls there. I’m sure we could find some clothes that would fit you.”

Immediately, the warmth that had been building in Viktor’s chest was doused like someone had poured a bucket of water on him, “I am not wearing doll clothes, Jayce.”

“It’ll just be for while we wash yours,” Jayce said quickly, holding his hands out in front of him apologetically, “Or for when you’re sleeping. Your work clothes can’t be that comfortable.”

Viktor’s lips curved into what could only be described as a pout as he hit Jayce with a sharp glare, “I will survive. And anyways if you are a man of your word, this should be fixed soon, yes?”

Jayce’s face fell, his mouth opening and closing again as his face flicked through emotions, “I want it to be over as much as you do. But you know how the arcane is…You know as well as I do that this could take longer than we want.”

The weight of Jayce’s words hung over Viktor like a guillotine blade, threatening to send him toppling into thoughts he’d much rather avoid. His shoulders almost sagged under the weight.

“Fine, Jayce,” Viktor sighed, his expression tight, “But don’t expect me to like it.”

“I don’t,” Jayce assured, face soft and apologetic in a way that made Viktor want to hiss, “It’s just for the time being, okay?”

Reluctantly, Viktor bowed his head, tilting it towards Jayce in barely concealed annoyance. To both his pleasure and dismay Jayce didn’t seem too upset; he knew him too well to be hurt by Viktor’s tendency to lash out. And they both knew that Viktor wasn’t actually mad at him, he was just the closest person around.

With raised brows Jayce offered his hand to Viktor, questioning but not forcing. And as much as Viktor wanted to seethe at Jayce, at the situation, at the world, he took the offer, slowly pulling himself into Jayce’s outstretched palm.

When he was secure, sitting in the center of Jayce’s warm hand, his fingers curled around Viktor, blocking out the light from the forge. In the moment, Viktor was thankful he had never been claustrophobic. Jayce’s fingers squeezed just a bit, never too tight, but enough for Viktor to not be jostled around. It almost felt nice in an odd way, like when he’d fall asleep as a kid and Rio would lay her head on his chest, an all-encompassing kind of safety he wasn’t sure he had ever felt.

It didn’t last too long though before he was gently placed in Jayce’s pocket again, his back pressed against the dull thud of Jayce’s heart. They’d joked earlier that Jayce should add some padding to his pockets if Viktor was going to be spending a lot of time there, but Viktor found that he didn’t mind it much how it was.

“Is this fine?” Jayce asked, pulling Viktor from his thoughts, as he talked his chest vibrated against Viktor’s back, “It’s not too far to the store I think. We can go to the lab after.”

Viktor felt himself flush red being surrounded by Jayce’s voice and he was exceedingly thankful that his partner couldn’t see him at the moment.

“Eh, yes that’s fine Jayce,” he replied, having to raise his voice to be heard as he patted a hand against Jayce’s chest.

Jayce laughed softly in response and Viktor felt it to his core like a heavy bass drum rattling his veins. It only took a few moments before Viktor felt the telltale thumps of Jayce’s steps.

Thankfully, Jayce was right, and the walk to the store wasn’t long. At the sound of a door chime and giggling children Viktor knew they had arrived. Part of him wanted to peek his head out, if only to see a part of Jayce’s childhood, but he refrained out of the fear of being seen. The last thing either of them wanted was to be caught, although he supposed the sight of the Man of Progress at a kid’s toy store alone would raise some questions anyways.

Through the fabric, Viktor picked up on muffled voices all around him and Jayce’s own speech rumbling against his body. He heard him ask about doll clothes, and he could almost picture the shocked expression of whoever Jayce was talking to. At some point when the conversation ended Viktor finally attempted to peek his head out. It was a struggle to pull himself up enough to get his head over, but he couldn’t let Jayce buy him something terrible.

However, Jayce seemed to catch on, and before he could peer out into the store, one massive finger pressed against his head, sending him back down. Viktor practically seethed in Jayce’s pocket, but before he could do anything else there was a firm pressure against his body from outside of the pocket- Jayce was resting his hand on him. Viktor assumed it was some sort of quiet apology- one he was extremely hesitant to accept.

After that Viktor sat still, slowly growing weary of being stuck in one space for so long without anything to do. The sounds of the outside world and the thud thud thud of Jayce’s footsteps dulled to a faint hum in the background of Viktor’s thoughts. So much so that is took Viktor by surprise when a careful finger prodded his back.

Viktor nearly jumped out of his skin at the touch, before realizing what Jayce wanted. In confirmation Viktor patted Jayce’s forefinger with his hand, and within seconds he was scooped up between giant fingers and brought back in the light of their lab.

“So sorry that took longer than expected,” Jayce said, exhaustion and frustration clear on his face, “The line was long and then the cashier wanted to talk about Hextech.”

Viktor rolled his eyes in exasperation as he was carefully placed down onto Jayce’s work desk along with a small red linen bag with bright blue drawstrings. Eagerly, Jayce opened up the bag and poured its contents out in front of Viktor who leaned over to observe them.

There were two new outfits, one looked more like pajamas with soft flowy grey fabric, and the other looked more like his own work clothes- although the stitching was not quite as precise.

“Sorry for not letting you see,” Jayce said sheepishly, hand running through his hair that was starting to fall out of place, “I didn’t want you to get noticed. They’d probably think I was trying to steal a doll.”

Viktor shot Jayce a sharp look earning an apologetic laugh from the giant man, “Wouldn’t want the Man of Progress getting caught stealing from children yes?”

Jayce blinked, eyes wide in shocked amusement before relaxing into something more familiar; he hadn’t been expecting Viktor to play along. Ever since being shrunk, more often than not Viktor had been quick to respond with venom rather than humor after all.

“That would look pretty bad,” Jayce laughed weakly in response as he leaned over to rip the tags off of the clothes. The small pieces of precisely designed fabric looked almost humorous in Jayce’s hands, “I hope these are fine. They were the best options; I thought you wouldn’t like the glittery ones.”

Viktor’s face scrunched up in disgust at the mention earning another laugh from Jayce, “No, I would not. These are fine, although the stitching leaves much to be desired.”

“Well I assume most people don’t look that close at them,” Jayce responded with a sly smile.

Viktor waved Jayce off dismissively as he picked up the softer looking shirt, the fabric was nice and silky if not a bit thin, but it would do. However when he held it up to his body he found a slight issue.

“This is going to be huge, Jayce,” Viktor said, brows furrowed as he looked down at how the shirt hung over his body, “I’ll look like a child.”

“If it helps, I’m the only one who’ll see you,” Jayce responded, expression sheepishly apologetic, “And I think the big shirt is the least of your problems right now.”

Viktor glared up at his partner who was staring down at him with an expression Viktor couldn’t quite name. It was soft but not pitying like Viktor was so used to, and he found that thinking any harder about it made him grow flustered. Although he reasoned that Jayce’s attention always tended to do that.

“I suppose,” Viktor sighed, carefully folding up the shirt and placing it back down on the desk, “I’d much rather wear my own clothes though.”

“I know,” Jayce replied soothingly, “It’s just for a little while though right? Just another reason for us to figure this out.”

Viktor nodded in response, his face falling a bit at the mention of how long it would take to fix this issue. As kind as Jayce was about it, it didn’t change the fact that Viktor hated being stuck so small. He hated the way everything felt unfamiliar and how little agency he had. But Jayce’s words did help-

“We can wash the clothes you’re wearing when we get back to my apartment,” Jayce said, delicate in his tone to not cause Viktor more distress, “Until then we work, yeah?”

With a soft sigh, Viktor nodded, allowing Jayce to pick him up and carry him over to the Hexcore. The rune combinations they had already tried stared down at him from where they were marked in chalk on the blackboard.

It was only when a soft thumb rubbed against his back that Viktor broke out of his thoughts- an odd comfort that was becoming more and more familiar.

“We’ll figure this out V. I promise.”

[eroselynn]

Do you like women?

Do you like men?

Have you ever read the omegaverse and thought, "I wish this had more women?"

Do you enjoy reading books with disabled and chronically ill characters?

Do you want to read about a weirdly localized Northern Virginia experience where at least one person you know calls where you live the National Capital Region?

Do you like reverse harem novels?

I have the book for you!

Kara’s not an Omega that Alphas want—so can she trust it when four rich, smart, gorgeous Alphas say they do?

Kara is smart, beautiful—and very aware of the fact that no Alpha will want her, because she’s a one-in-a-million Omega who can’t get pregnant or bond. But that’s what billionaire Alpha Damon Silva tells her his set of four Alphas wants when he offers to court her.

The idea of four gorgeous billionaires wanting her seems too good to be true, and she can’t forget the one massive catch—without a bond, they’ll always be able to drop her from their lives and move on, leaving her known as the Omega who got left behind.

But this might be her only chance for the life she’s always wanted to live, if she can get past the fear of it all going wrong—or right. What’s an Omega to do, when faced with the opportunity of a lifetime?

(Amazon)

(B&N)

[diabolus1exmachina]

Effeffe Berlinetta 

Berlinetta is a name of the past, a name that conjures up a very specific type of car: a high-performing sports car with closed bodywork, a 2-seater (or 2+2 at most). The name Berlinetta embodies all the philosophy of the first car made by Effeffe. A car built today in exactly the same way as craftsmen moulded the famous GTs in the late 1950s: the mechanics borrowed from the series and redesigned to suit new needs, a hand-made chassis and bodywork. All starting from a blank sheet. An original car with a strong personality, in form and in deed, which is the best possible homage to the skill of these craftsmen. A generation we have perhaps forgotten, that offered the Italian car tradition - and the history of motoring generally - plenty in terms of uniqueness, charm and design. A product built and finished by hand, like in the past, with a tubular chassis, hand-beaten aluminium bodywork and wire wheels, seeking to guess and please the taste of the owner, expressing a timeless character.

The Berlinetta prototype was born in 2014, little more than a scale model. Made and finished, but not running: the mechanics are approximate, and it has never really been fine-tuned. But it is beautiful. An authentic time-machine. It seems as if it has just been found in a hay barn and dusted down. In addition, being practically a style model, its lines are pure and smooth, not “dirtied” by license plates or indicators. So beautiful, in fact, that, almost as a game, the Frigerio brothers sent a few photos to the people in charge of the Concorso di Eleganza di Villa d’Este. And, a surprise, they sent an invitation to present the Berlinetta in the Concept Cars category. A dream within a dream, the self-built car made its début and the world’s most prestigious and glamorous elegance competition.

Along with the interest and pleasure shown immediately by the public and the media, this would have gone to anyone’s head. But as we know, the Frigerio brothers aren’t the sort of people who sit on their laurels, and they decided the play another chip. They realised that their idea could become something more than just an adventure, and decided to exploit their years of relationships, acquaintances, friendships and skill to set up a workshop to produce the Berlinetta in small series. An exclusive, tailored and fully customisable product. Built as in the past by a handful of old craftsmen wanting to get back in the game, but with the help of the best technologies available today.

The lines of the Berlinetta need no explanation. They are a well-balanced mix of classic, late-50s stylistic elements, from the muscular bumpers to the oval grille, a hint of rear fins and the double bubble roof. The definition of the lines of the car talks of an approach that is about as poetically anachronistic as you can get. The Frigerio brothers started by placing the mechanics and seats on the floor, tracing the basic outline around them with chalk, then gradually building the chassis, welding, cutting and welding again. Following the curves of the tubular metal frame, they then moved onto the bodywork, beaten entirely by hand in aluminium according to the artisanal sensitivity of Vittorio, who has a good hand, assisted by a few panel beaters with forty years’ experience. And from there, the project moved on in a kind of reverse engineering, working backwards by making 3D scans of the shapes to produce the drawings and designs.

Style and proportions have that instantly recognisable Italian flair, as does the passenger compartment, entirely leather-lined with a dashboard painted in the same colour as the car, and the Alfa Romeo-derived mechanics. Who, working according to the Fia Gr2 specifications of the 1971 European Touring challenge, they were able to achieve around 200 HP at 6800 rpm, with maximum torque of around 30 Kg/m at 4400 rpm, on the road with no technological support.

[tobiasdrake]

Well, Daima's off to a really slow start. First episode kinda sucks, but it'll hopefully pick up now that the plot's begun.

I know Toei's gonna Toei but spending ten straight minutes watching two new characters watch the Majin Buu saga of Dragon Ball Z feels like a bit much. I sure hope Majin Buu winds up being an important character in Daima because boy howdy did we recap the shit out of who he is and how he came to arrive at this point.

Toei, you're not adapting a manga; You don't need to throw in filler to pad the runtime.

Elephant in the room, Shenron can't actually do this. The wish made at the end of the episode is beyond his power. Weird how obsessed post-Z material is with reverse-aging the characters; They've done this in GT, Super, and now Daima's entirely predicated on it.

They threw in some stuff about "The Saiyans are all using white magic and reverse de-aging them is a white magic wish instead of a black magic wish so it bypasses the established rules and will work!" It's nonsense, but it's kind of necessary nonsense to make the show's premise work so it skates by.

Trying to critique the wish too hard runs afoul of the "Look do you want a show about the cast turning into kids and exploring the Demon Realm or not?" problem.

And I do, so I won't harp on it too much.

But man, it's amazing how little happens in this episode. We get a little establishment on King Gomah and Makai. I'm guessing Degesu and Dr. Arinsu are Makaioshin, a concept that up to this point only existed in supplementals.

They're evil counterparts of the Kaioshin, which is pretty self-evident in the show proper. Especially since they're apparently East Kaioshin's siblings?

Also, I caught that bit about "Dabra's predecessor, King Abra". Well played.

I hope some of the other characters get involved with Daima's plot. "Turn everyone into children and scale back all the power levels" seems like a golden opportunity to give weaker characters their time. It'd kinda be a waste of a premise like that if it still winds up just being the Goku and Vegeta show anyway.

I dunno.

This episode left me feeling about the way I felt before I watched this episode. That is to say, "Oh boy, I can't wait until Dragon Ball Daima starts."