#the anatomy ones are easier to get from context.

[mnemo-sick]

transformers fanon anatomy terms? yeah, sure. I don't use all of them, but most of them don't bother me

transformers fanon timekeeping terms? I am filled with unending rage

[monstersflashlight]

To kill a king, to fuck a dragon (Day 8/8 of 10k followers event)

A/N: Hi there people! I’m so, so glad that all of you took time to read all the stories I post, especially these past 8 stories that had been super exploratory for me. I think I did good enough, at least y’all seemed to like it. For this last one I added a bit more plot than usual, this is a tiny bit longer and I think the story is really good. I hope y’all love it as much as I do. Also, and once again, I want to thank ALL OF YOU for following this little corner of the internet and being so supportive and great, special thanks to all my patrons to make my life a little bit easier <3, this has been a blast so far and I hop y’all keep reading, hopefully this account is just the beginning of a much longer exploration of monsterfuckery for us all. (PS: If someone catches the very subtle Grey’s anatomy reference please let me know so we can be friends)

Dragon x fem!reader || size kink, slow-burn (kinda), sex with feelings, magic saliva, spit on pussy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation || tw: mentions of murder

You enter the cave and are surprised to find a door, a normal human door caved into the rock. It looks like a house, a house on the rock, but still normal. What the fuck? Your hopes and dreams of finding the dragon slowly disappear, your eyes teary.

Someone chooses that moment to speak behind you: “Who are you?” You turn around so fast you fall to the ground with a scream. The stranger looks at you like you are a bug he needs to squeeze, and you feel a tear running down your cheek. Fuck. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry even if there wasn’t a dragon. “Again: who are you?” His tone is harsh and you want to cry even more, but you bit your tongue.

“I- I came to find the dragon,” you confess, swallowing around the knot in your throat.

He looks at you like you are a joke, not even trying to help you to your feet. “What dragon?” He asks, his tone amused.

You get up and look at him, trying to look as serious as you can when you say: “They- They told me there was a dragon here.” You fail.

He chuckles, inspecting you up and down, his eyes zeroing on the few tears that escaped your eyes. “No dragons, just me,” he finally answers, his tone a lot softer than before.

��Uh-oh… Sorry. I’ll be on my way, then.” You try to get pass him, sniffling as you do so, trying really hard to get out before you start sobbing.

He sighs, and adds: “do you want some tea?” He offers you his hand, and weirdly enough, you don’t feel threatened or scared, you feel calm around him.

“Really?” You don’t want to sound too hopeful but you are thirsty and tired and you want to cry because there is no dragon and you basically lost hope of everything.

“Yeah, come on.” He motions you to follow him inside the rock house, and you are surprised about how cozy and homey it feels inside, like out of a fairy-tale kind of thing.

He makes some tea as you lean against the door frame of the kitchen, trying to look around as much as possible without looking too snoopy about it. Not that he seems to care that you are curious about everything, he just looks at you every once in a while like making sure you are still there.

“Why were you looking for a dragon?” He asks when he sets the tea cup on the table in front of you. A similar one in front of him. You sit and start sipping on the best tea you’ve ever had.

You sip the tea for a couple seconds, trying to decide if you can trust him, at the end you decide why not, your life is already ruined. “To kill the king,” you say. He chokes on the tea he’s drinking, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop from giggling.

“What?” He asks again when he recovers, his face red from the coughing.

“To kill the king,” you repeat. He still looks stunned so you give him more context: “I- I was bought when I was in the womb. My parents promised me to him in exchange for gold, and the day we marry is approaching. I don’t want to do it, he’s a foul man, and I didn’t choose this. I overheard some servants talking about the dragon in the mountains, and I though… I thought they would help me.” You try not to sound too bitter about it, but you can’t keep the despair out of your voice.

He looks at you like you are suddenly the most interesting specimen of a bug. “You escaped the castle and came here?”

“Yes,” you answer truthfully. There was a lot more implied in that simple question. You escaped, but not only that, they are probably looking for you and the king would probably kill those guards you ran away from. You try not to be too sad about them, they were cruel with you, laughing at you every time you passed, talking about how the king got a new hot wife.

“Are they still looking for you?” He asks, a lot smarter than you give him credit for.

“Probably.” It’s the truth but it still carries a lot of pressure as you say it. You understand though, you know it’s not his problem and you shouldn’t even be there. You’d find another way to escape the king. “I’ll be out of your hair, I promise. You didn’t sing up for any of this.” You realize the sun is setting in the horizon and you don’t know if you could find your way back to the village. Fuck. “I need to go. The village is a long journey from here,” you try not to sound scared, but an edge of fear permeates your voice.

He surprises you by saying: “Stay. I have a guest bedroom and there’s no way you could get back to the village if it’s this dark.”

You want to say no, to refuse, that’s improper, but the idea of going back to that golden prison is enough to make you say: “I’ll leave first thing in the morning.” It’s a promise you do to him, but also to yourself. That man showed you more caress that anyone in your life, and you didn’t want to cause him unnecessary trouble. You’ll leave in the morning.

Problem is… You never do.

The next day he prepares breakfast, and insists on showing you around his house. It’s so beautiful you are mesmerized. His garden especially. It’s so colorful and big and calm…. You feel an instant connection to the earth, and to him. He’s so easy to be around, he treats you so differently like what you are used to. And you like it. You like it so much that you get distracted until the sun is setting once again. And he never tells you to leave.

And days pass. One day turns into another, and you… never leave. You know someday they will come back for you. You know you can’t run away from your problems. But right there, in the side of the mountain with that nice man that took you in… It feels possible to run away. It feels possible to avoid the awful destiny that was set for you before you were even born.

He teaches you to cook, to take care of plants, to polish wood… He’s like a handyman that can do all, and you are his new apprentice, even though he insists on doing all the heavy lifting. But on top of that, he just… amazing. He takes care of you, but also you two argue about stupid stuff until you are red faced and you want to hit him, just to end up laughing when he tells you a stupid joke. You have the most fun you had in ages with him.

Until one day all shifts (pun intended).

You are laying around under the tree as he does some gardening. He wouldn’t let you near the roses in case you got hurt. “I have something to tell you,” he breaks the silence.

“What?” You ask, looking directly at him, a spark of something unknown raising inside of you, like bugs in your stomach, crawling around every time you set your eyes on him, on his beautiful smile.

He looks at you intently and says the most ominous thing: “I- I think it’s better if I show you, actually.”

“Show me what? Why do you sound so serious?” You try to joke, but it doesn’t land because he still looks at you with a poker face.

He looks worried, apprehension settling on his features. “Just… Wait until I’m done to say anything, please?” His tone is more than pleading, is more like he’s begging you to understand, and you don’t know what could possibly be so bad.

“Okay…” You tell him, anxiety spiking.

And then he turns. Literally. His body contorts and cracks, and there’s a bunch of things happening at once, and before you realize, there’s a dragon in front of you. A full on real dragon. What? He’s majestic, as big as a house and skin covered in the most precious scales. He looks like a work of art… you are mesmerized.

“You said there was no dragon!” It’s the first thing out of your mouth, an edge of hysterics creeping in your tone.

You laugh then. You laugh so hard and so much you have tears rolling down your eyes. He changes back, and tries really hard to cover his manhood with his hands, failing and making you laugh even harder.

“You are a dragon,” you say when your laughter dies down.

“I am,” he says simply, approaching you slowly until he’s right in front of you. “And I will kill the king for you,” he adds.

There’s no point in asking why he didn’t tell you sooner, you understand why. Why would he? Why would he trust his deepest secret to you? But him showing you now? It meant more than the world, it made you forget about everything and anything chasing you down. It makes you happy. He makes you happy.

“No. I don’t care about the king. I just… I love you. I think what I feel is love, I never felt like this before.” You tell him, heat creeping up your cheeks. He looks at you like he’s surprised, like he wasn’t expecting that at all. “Do you feel it, too?” You ask shyly, your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat faster and faster.

“Ye- yes. I love you, too.” His confession is followed by his hands cupping your face, so soft and tender, you feel a tear running down your cheek as he kisses you for the first time.

You should have known better than to think your life could be so perfect.

You don’t hear them before you are captured. At least four soldiers appear at the edge of the garden and catch you before you can scream. You think about him, about your dragon, and lament how confused he will be when he returns and you aren’t there. You worry he would think you abandoned him… But you can’t do anything as they take you away from the only place you felt like home.

They don’t even wait a whole day before they are dressing you and pampering you in the best silks and makeups. Nobody says anything as you silently cry during all the process. The servants looking worried but not arguing with anyone, three guards at the door of every chamber you enter.

You are caged once again.

You walk to the aisle in between a crowded place full of people who don’t like you, nor the king for the matter. They just want to appraise his old self to gain some benefits, the same as your parents did even before you were born. He looks like a nightmare standing in front of the altar, and you want to run, to run far away, back into your dragon’s arms. But you can’t, guards all around the open garden the ceremony is taking place in. You stand before your soon to be husband and have to swallow back the tears and bile, his rancid smell hitting you like a brick.

The minister starts speaking about love and marriage, and you cry during all his speech. You dream of being far away from there, as far away as possible. Or at least as close to your dragon as you could.

When you hear the people mumbling around you, you turn around, a shadow obscuring the sun. You look at the sky and sigh, so happy to see him you could cry. Maybe you would cry if you weren’t so shocked that he actually showed up.

He roars as he lands, people running in all directions, hiding in every possible place. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!” He growls, breathing fire to the sky and making people cry out in fear. You look at him in all his glory, fascinated by every inch of his skin.

“We- we saved the queen to be,” the guard’s words are short lived as your dragon looks at him and breathes fire right over his body, instantly burning him to the ground. There’s a chorus of screams and cries again, and you have to bite your tongue to stop from smiling.

“She’s not yours! SHE’S MINE!” You shiver at his words, feeling them so deep inside you think you might combust, butterflies dancing inside your stomach once again.

“You can’t take her! I bought her,” the king’s words don’t help his case at all, your dragon roaring and launching for him.

It all happens so fast, one second he’s there, and the next one the king’s head is rolling onto the ground as everyone screams and runs away. You are shocked to the core, but he doesn’t let you wallow in that. He picks you up and takes flight. You realize he’s being very careful not to pickle you with his claws. You don’t know where he’s taking you, but soon enough you are in a place you know, a place that brings you memories of joy and love… The garden.

As soon as he sets you down, he orders you to: “Go inside.” His tone is harsh, almost a growl.

“No,” you answer, not recoiling, not moving. You approach him more, your hand softly caressing the scales of his chest.

He roars over your head, trying to scare you away: “Go inside, I’m not in my right mind right now, I can’t answer for my actions.” You aren’t scared of him, though. He saved you from your most fearsome nightmare, he’s just the big monster you are in love with.

“No,” you repeat, a big smile playing on your lips when you look up at him.

“Come on, princess… Please.” Him begging in that form does something to you, such a big and scary creature asking you to go inside so he can protect you from himself… You are more sure than anything that you are safe. Safer than you’d be with anyone else. Human or monster.

“No. I want you. I love you.” Your words finally go through him, making his big body shiver, you feel it under your hands, a big shake that leaves you breathless. “Take me, my dragon.” You know adding that isn’t necessary, but you are more than ready to be a bride, to be his bride.

“Don’t joke around,” he growls, grabbing your body with his big clawed hand and positioning you to look straight into his yes, his big dragon head so beautiful you have to reach out and touch him. He scrunches his nose, making you giggle.

“Make me fully yours,” you say again.

His responding growl is so loud it makes the earth vibrate under your feet. You shiver in anticipation. He tears your wedding dress of your body, wrapping his wings around you to create a bubble, so you won’t feel a single spark of cold in your human skin.

Your wedding dress is torn off your body as he launches for your body, your naked form shivering at the cold temperature around you, but he solves that easily. He wraps his wings around your body getting you close to his much warmer scaled body. You sigh happily.

He lets you down onto the ground and you look up at him, completely vulnerable. “Fuck me. Claim me. Love me.” You lower yourself to the ground, your upper body to the ground, your ass up. You know what you must look like: an offering, a sacrifice. And you are okay with that. You are okay being his.

“You sure?” He asks again, always the gentleman, always worried about you. You are more sure of this that you were about anything else ever.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant as his claw proves your entrance. You look around in time to see him biting on his fingers, two seconds later he’s claw-less and his now not-dangerous fingers enter you. You cry out and bury your face on the mossy ground, his chuckle making you flush all over.

He plays with your pussy for what feels like an eternity, making you come twice before he starts stretching you fully. He gets to three fingers, way bigger than anything you tried before, and you can’t stop moaning.

You come again as he spits on your pussy, the sensation so filthy and so good you scream and fall over the edge again. You feel tingly all over after that, your pussy relenting under his ministrations and somehow widening further, accommodating one more of his fingers. “My saliva has magic in it,” he explains, his tone amused as he keeps finger fucking you. You don’t know if you can come again, you didn’t even know that much pleasure was possible.

“Come on, come on, please,” doesn’t matter how much you beg, he doesn’t relent.

He starts scissoring his big fingers inside of you, stretching you impossibly wide, and you squirm under him, a pleasure so big you don’t know how to deal with it, your body pliant under his actions, your brain completely void of thoughts. And then he stops and you curse him so loud he starts to laugh, moving your body and making you squirm under him. He grabs your hips to stop you from moving and you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance.

He enters you slowly, so slowly. You want to scream, but your brain is frozen with the over-sensitivity of his dick inside of you. He can’t fit inside, there’s no way, he’s probably just aiming for a third of his length, but right now, with just the tip inside, you feel like you are about to burst. You reach down and rub your clit, unlocking something inside of you and crying out so loudly he roars as your orgasm makes your pussy constrict around him. He pushes in a bit more, and you keep coming.

From that point on, it’s all a blur of sensations and emotions, so much pleasure you are blind to the world around you. His dick is barely inside, but it seems to be enough for him, and more than enough for you. You feel like he’s going to split you in two in the most amazing way. He feels so big inside of you that you think you might die if he keeps rubbing against all your special spots at once. And if you do… You’d die happy.

“Take me. Take all of me,” that’s all the heads up you get before he’s filling you, one last thrust inside before his hot seed floods your insides. It propels you over the edge one last time, the world fading into blackness.

You pass out.

When you come back to your senses, you are laying on a bed and there’s a warm body behind you. You sigh happily as he kisses your forehead and makes sure you are comfortable and warm. You feel such intense love for him in that moment, that you have to turn around and try how well it would feel to fit his human dick inside of you (this time all of him).

He feels perfect.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

How to Read a Scientific Article

THE THREE-PASS APPROACH

The key idea is that you should read the paper in up to 3 passes, instead of starting at the beginning and plowing your way to the end.

Each pass accomplishes specific goals and builds upon the previous pass:

The first pass gives you a general idea about the paper.

The second pass lets you grasp the paper’s content, but not its details.

The third pass helps you understand the paper in depth.

At the end of the first pass, you should be able to answer the 5 Cs:

Category: What type of paper is this? A measurement paper? An analysis of an existing system? A description of a research prototype?

Context: Which other papers is it related to? Which theoretical bases were used to analyze the problem?

Correctness: Do the assumptions appear to be valid?

Contributions: What are the paper’s main contributions?

Clarity: Is the paper well written?

Purpose of the Sections of Empirical Articles

Section — Use it for

Abstract — This is a great section to read to find out if the article will be relevant to your own research.

Introduction — This section gives you an overview of work that has been done on topics relating to the hypothesis of the article, and will often lead you to other relevant work that has been done in your area of interest.

Method — This section will help you understand the design of the experiment. This is particularly useful if you'd like to replicate the study.

Results — The results will tell you what the author/s found in the course of their experiment.

Discussion — The discussion section is typically easier to read than the method and results section, and it will help the reader understand the implications of the results of the experiment.

References — This is a great place to look to find articles that are related to the one you are reading. If you're looking to build your own literature review, the references are a great place to start.

The Anatomy of a Scientific Paper

Some initial guidelines for how to read a paper:

Read critically: Reading a research paper must be a critical process. You should not assume that the authors are always correct. Instead, be suspicious. Critical reading involves asking appropriate questions.

Read creatively: Reading a paper critically is easy, in that it is always easier to tear something down than to build it up. Reading creatively involves harder, more positive thinking.

Make notes as you read the paper. Use whatever style you prefer. If you have questions or criticisms, write them down so you do not forget them. Underline key points the authors make. Mark the data that is most important or that appears questionable. Such efforts help the first time you read a paper and pay big dividends when you have to re-read a paper after several months.

After the first read-through, try to summarize the paper in one or two sentence.

If possible, compare the paper to other works.

Write a review that includes:

a one or two sentence summary of the paper.

a deeper, more extensive outline of the main points of the paper, including for example assumptions made, arguments presented, data analyzed, and conclusions drawn.

any limitations or extensions you see for the ideas in the paper.

your opinion of the paper; primarily, the quality of the ideas and its potential impact.

The guide below details how to read a scientific article step-by-step.

First, you should not approach a scientific article like a textbook— reading from beginning to end of the chapter or book without pause for reflection or criticism. Additionally, it is highly recommended that you highlight and take notes as you move through the article.

Skim the article. This should only take you a few minutes. You are not trying to comprehend the entire article at this point, but just get a basic overview. You don’t have to read in order; the discussion/conclusions will help you to determine if the article is relevant to your research. You might then continue on to the Introduction. Pay attention to the structure of the article, headings, and figures.

Grasp the vocabulary. Begin to go through the article and highlight words and phrases you do not understand. Some words or phrases you may be able to get an understanding from the context in which it is used, but for others you may need the assistance of a medical or scientific dictionary. Subject-specific dictionaries available through our Library databases and online are listed below.

Identify the structure of the article and work on your comprehension. Most journals use an IMRD structure: An abstract followed by Introduction, Methods, Results, and Discussion. These sections typically contain conventional features, which you will start to recognize. If you learn to look for these features you will begin to read and comprehend the article more quickly.

 Read the bibliography/references section. Reading the references or works cited may lead you to other useful resources. You might also get a better understanding of the basic terminology, main concepts, major researchers, and basic terminology in the area you are researching.

Reflect on what you have read and draw your own conclusions. As you are reading jot down any questions that come to mind. They may be answered later on in the article or you may have stumbled upon something that the authors did not consider. Here are some examples of questions you may ask yourself as you read:

 Have I taken time to understand all the terminology?

Am I spending too much time on the less important parts of this article?

Do I have any reason to question the credibility of this research?

What specific problem does the research address and why is it important?

How do these results relate to my research interests or to other works which I have read?

6. Read the article a second time in chronological order. Reading the article a second time will reinforce your overall understanding. You may even start to make connections to other articles that you have read on this topic.

Identify Key Information

Whether you are looking for information that supports the hypothesis in your own paper or carefully analyzing the article and critiquing the research methods or findings, there are important questions that you should answer as you read the article.

What is the main hypothesis?

Why is this research important?

Did the researchers use appropriate measurements and procedures?

What were the variables in the study?

What was the key finding of the research?

Do the findings justify the author’s conclusions?

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[otakubimbo]

You Don't Know Me

Gojo x F!Reader

Will this be Gojo's chance to make things up to you? To finally get close to you?

Context: Cussing. Typical Gojo Behavior. College AU. No curse.

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It had been almost a full month  since you, Suguru, and Shoko all started to hang out together. They respected your want to not see or speak to Satoru so he was never invited. You came to really enjoy the company of Suguru and with everything that’s happened, you and Shoko have grown so much closer.  You have successfully avoided speaking to or even acknowledging Gojo, his efforts to talk to you going by the wayside.

Now it was Halloween, and you were trying to get dressed for the night out, you had bet Shoko that if you could get her an A on anatomy midterm, she would dress up with you for Halloween. Of course, you did, your notes and your help were flawless. She was able to record the lectures for you and you gave her the perfect notes to study. So now the two of you were going as an era of Britney Spears. You were being Slave for You Britney from the live performance and she is going as Oops I did it Again Brittany from the music video. You had got a fake snake to wrap around you that you were going to latch onto you with bracelets it was a genius idea initially, but your nails were making it hard for it to latch on, so you went to ask for help.

“Sho, is Sugu here? I need help with these bracelets. I can’t get the clasps” You ask as you exit the bathroom not paying any attention to the absence of Shoko. When you don’t hear a response, you look up to see the one person you didn’t want to Gojo Satoru.  He was dressed as the Howl from Howls Moving Castle. You almost freeze before composing yourself.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Shoko and Suguru? “ You ask taking a step back towards the bathroom, your voice a bit shaky. He hesitates not meeting your gaze.

“They went to get some weed and booze; they thought you would take longer.”

That made sense to you, they know you like to take your time, you aren't one to rush any process. It wasn’t like it took long in total for you to get ready, but you often did other things when you should be getting yourself together, so easily distracted.

“And they left you here?” You ask even though you believe what he said, eyes darting around the room anywhere but his face.

“Like I said, they thought you would take longer.” He says with a shrug. You knew he was coming with y’all to the party, they both asked beforehand if it was okay and you said yes, you weren’t going to be that girl who hung up on something so silly especially since he did avoid speaking to you this whole time as you requested.

You exhale before responding, “Well can you help me then?”

He looks at you wearily before coming over to where you extended your arm, gently holding your wrist as he fumbled with the clasp. He got the first one on and you extended your other arm for the second which he got much easier this time.

“Thanks” you say before adjusting yourself. You go to look into the full body mirror that was set in the living room, you look HOT, the green really complimented your brown skin tone and your hair was down and out which was not usual for you. Stretching your arms out making sure you had enough movement to have a good time and giving your ass a good look making sure not too much was showing. After a bit of glancing, you decided you looked perfect.  Gojo seemed to be trying to talk to you as you were checking your outfit out.

“Sorry. What you say?” you asked, giving him your full attention.

“I’m sorry, for what I said to you. It was stupid and I knew nothing about you to make that judgment.” He said still not meeting your eyes. This felt like a bullshit apology to you since he couldn’t even look at you, but you let him have it.

“It’s whatever, it’s over now. Who cares” You try to sound as nonchalant as you could, a small fake smile on your face but what you didn’t know is that Suguru and Shoko told him everything about the event. He knows how hurt you were even if you try to play it off now. He just nods at your response, as you go into the kitchen to get yourself a little something to drink. You had made Jell-O shots for the night, so you pulled them out just to make sure they were firm or not.

“Here, come try this,” You say to Gojo picking up a shot, he’s surprised by your niceness, but he shouldn’t be, all Suguru talks about is how nice you are when he spends time with you. He took the shot from your hand, his fingers gently grazing you making you almost immediately pull back. You watch as he sucks back the shot once it’s down he starts coughing a bit.

“What the fuck” He says as he grabs something to drink. Perfect, it was strong.

“Oh, they must have come out perfect then.” You say as you grab one for yourself throwing it back like it was nothing. That took Gojo by surprise, yes, he had been stalking yours, Shokos, and Suguru IGs for info about you but he didn’t know that you were such a strong drinker.  All you usually posted was cute little drinks.

“Yeah, Suguru said you were practicing being a bartender, not a murderer.”

“Oh, they’re not that strong, don’t be a wuss” You giggle as you down another one.

“Didn’t know you drunk like a sailor” He comments with a chuckle.

“yeah, because you don’t know me,” You say before shooting back another.

“You’re right I don’t, but I would like to if you let me” he says taking more of a step forward grabbing a shot from the tray you were holding, shooting it back trying to be as stoic as you but failing. You give him a small smile at his poor attempt.

“I guess, sure”

You and Satoru start chatting, he asks you about yourself. First about the right hook you gave him, and you got to tell him that you were a black belt and had been taking kick boxing classes That made sense to him because his face was fucked for a whole week. You told him about your hobbies like how you were into archery and squishmellows, and just regular things that friends getting to know each other would say. The two of you were having a nice conversation when Shoko and Suguru got back.

“Oh great, you’re ready and you didn’t kill him” Suguru says as he enters with drinks in hand.

“Wow, you look hot” Shoko comments as she enters with Suguru. You blush doing a little spin.

“You think so? It’s not too much is it?” You say fiddling with bracelets on your wrist.

“No, you look absolutely smoking. You may even start a riot” Suguru joked as his eyes quickly looked at Gojo who was trying his best not to stare at you.

“Well thank you” You giggle. “Alright, it’s shot o clock. Me and Gojo are already ahead of the game, you two gotta catch up.”

You grab two shots and hand one to Shoko and you try to hand the other to Suguru but instead, he grabs your wrist and makes you feed him the shot. Suguru locks eyes with Gojo as he does it, he knows that his crush on you has gotten worse since the incident especially with as much new information he finds out about you from him and Shoko. Gojo grits his teeth as he hears you giggling at his friend.

“You’re not a baby, Sugu. Take your own shots!” You giggle pulling your wrist free from his grasp. Shoko was watching the scene knowing exactly what Suguru was doing. Boys, so childish. You go and take another shot before grabbing Shoko.

“Come on Shoko, we need pictures and I already have the best captions.” You take her to her room where the full body mirror is for a few mirror shots, leaving the boys to their own devices. Suguru opens a beer for himself and Gojo, handing it to him.

“Thanks ‘Sugu’” Gojo says mocking the nickname you used for the man.

“Jealously doesn’t suit you, Satoru,” Suguru smirks as he takes a sip of his beer, he can hear your giggles and Shokos whines as you’re making her take too many pictures for her liking.

“I’m not jealous” Gojo groans as he can’t take his gaze off the door you just went through hearing the sound of your giggles.

“Okay, okay time for more drinks” they hear your voice say from the room as you walk out with Shoko going through your phone. “Suguru” You call not even looking up from your phone. “You got everything on the list I sent to you, yeah?”

“Of course, princess,” Suguru says casually, calling you the nickname he chose from the first night y'all hung out which is why it didn’t phase you but it definitely phased Gojo. Maybe he was a bit jealous now that he actually sees how the two of you interact.

You grin, looking up from your phone, “Great. Time for Kamikaze shots!” You go into the kitchen and make shots for everyone, your tongue sticking out as you focus on making them which Gojo found adorable, Shoko and Suguru exchanging knowing glances at each other. You smiled proudly after you were done pouring. When you looked up, you caught Gojo staring.

“What's wrong? It’s not gonna be that strong I promise.” You reassure him with a smile, figuring that’s the reason he was staring. His heart almost stopped when you smiled at him, and he immediately tries to play it off.

“Well, you did almost try to kill me with that Jell-O shot” he laughs casually.

“Don’t be a baby” You giggle, picking up a shot, “Here” you hand him a shot glass, but before he puts it to his lips you stop him. “I gotta get a video first, come on.”

You make everyone grab their shots and stand in a circle, “Please don’t mess this up, guys.” You whine trying to hold your hand steady that has your phone in it.

“Yes, princess” Suguru says with an eye roll, “So whiny” you stick your tongue out at him.

“Okay so, we go in to clink and then back out. Yeah?” You say looking around and everyone nods. “So one, two” and on three everyone clinked and pulled away perfectly, which brought a huge grin to your face. “Perfect, thanks!” Everyone throws their shots back while you work on your IG post. “Oi, Gojo what’s your IG so I can tag you, yeah?” You say not even looking up from your phone which is good because you wouldn’t be able to see the panic in his eyes.

“It’s GojoTheeGreatest,” Suguru says quickly answering you with a smirk, looking at Gojo.

“Like Megan Thee Stallion? That’s cute.” You say as you go to his profile and notice that he is already following you. “OH, you’re already following me. Cool.” You say casually not knowing that Gojo was dying on the inside. You follow him back and tag everyone on the video.

“Princess, Don’t you want to get one of your shot drink videos for your IG?” Suguru asks as you finish your IG post, looking back up at him.

“You really should be my social media manager, sugu. You always have the best ideas of what I should post.” You say handing him your phone.

“Shot trick?” Gojo questions as you put the shot down on the counter.

“yeah, its just like a no-handed shot. Shoko, you are doing it with me?” You say putting on your best puppy dog face.

“Absolutely not. The last time you made me do that, I almost drowned.” She states adamantly. You pout and huff, like the princess you are.

“Fine.” You pout before lining up to do the shot. “We good?” You look up at Suguru, and he gives you a thumbs up before you lower your head down to the shot glass, wrapping your lips around the whole glass then standing straight before tipping your head back to swallow in one gulp. The scene was utterly pornographic to Gojo and he had to adjust himself from the arising strain of his pants. You take the shot glass out of your mouth with a pop, a trail of spit connecting to the glass and Gojo thought he was about to cum in his pants from the sight. You look so innocent as if you had no clue the effect you were having on him, and you really didn’t have a single clue.

“Alright group picture and then we go, yeah?” You say as you come from around the counter getting your phone back from Geto as he slings as arm over your shoulder, Shoko comes up on the other side of Geto leaning in. Gojo just stands there awkwardly, and you peek around your phone giving him a big smile. “Gojo come on, it’s a group photo silly.”

Gojo was taken aback by you inviting him into the picture, he just assumed you wouldn’t want him in it. You were too sweet for your own good. He comes to your side, and you pull him in by his arm so you can all fit into the frame.

“thank you, now one, two, three” You snap the photo, you had a huge grin on your face, while Gojo was awkwardly squeezed to your side, Suguru had his cocky grin on and Shoko gives her usual soft smile.

“Wait this is too cute.” You grin, now changing the photo into your new wallpaper. “Alright let's go!” You exclaim, grabbing onto Shoko and exiting the place. The party wasn’t far, it was being hosted at a frat house, so it was definitely within walking distance. You were arm and arm with Shoko while the boys trailed behind you all. There were plenty of men catcalling the two of you, a lot of ‘oh I would be a slave for you any day ‘I can fix your loneliness tonight baby!’ One guy even had the confidence to actually stop you.

“You should have dressed as an angel because I know you had to come from heaven.”  The random man in front of you says and it was so corny to you, but it made you giggle, Shoko rolled her eyes unimpressed.

‘Well thank you’ you say shyly as you already feel Shoko pulling you away.

“She’s not interested” and pulls you away around him so that you could get to the party, you weren’t interested but Shoko was always so mean when it came to people hitting on you.

“You’re going to have to get used to that by the way,” Geto says to Gojo. “She gets hit on everywhere we go.”

Gojo just shrugs, “I get it. Look at her.” He jesters towards your frame head of them, you were as gorgeous from the back as you were from the front. Your hips swayed while you walked and your lower back tattoo was ever so present with how low your shorts were that was set right about your fat ass attached to thick thighs. Gorgeous. Literal walking sex appeal.

Once yall entered the frat house, of course, several eyes shifted to you. You hugged Shoko a little closer to your side.

“Let’s go find some drinks,” you say into Shoko's ear, trying to make your way through the crowded party. You quickly find your way to the kitchen, which is exactly where the drinks are, they had a guy standing there pouring, must be a probate.

“Well, hello there,” He says smiling creepily at you, you chose to ignore that. After the Gojo incident, Shoko said you need to start using your looks for evil if people were going to judge them for it, she started taking you to parties and she’s been using you to get free shit by having you bat your eyes at the nearest person who looks attracted to you. At first, you didn’t really want to go along with it until you saw how some of these people really just treated you like an object and not a person.

“Hiya,” You say leaning on the counter batting your eyes at him. Did this make you uncomfortable sometimes? Yes, but it was always nice to get more for just being pretty. “You think you could pour me and my friend a drink, yeah? And two more for some of my other friends if it wouldn’t be too much” You voice honey sweet putting it on when your voice is already a lil high pitched.

“Anything for someone who looks at good as you” He says with a cheeky grin, pouring you up four cups and even topping them off with a lil more alcohol.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that extra but thank you” You say with a little giggle grabbing two of the cups while Shoko grabs the other two.

“Once the drinks run out, I’ll be free to party ya know.” He tried to suggest that he would see you later.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll see you way before then,” You say with a wink as you and Shoko Walk away. Once your back is turned you gag, give yourself a little shake. Luckily it was easy to find Gojo and Suguru, handing Gojo the cup you got for him.

“I’ve trained my girl good,” Shoko says throwing an arm over your shoulder as you take a sip of your drink, it was definitely some type of jungle juice. Gojo looked down at his drink seeing that not only was it full but it was close to spilling over.

“I just be feeling so icky about it Shoko” you whine taking another drink form your cup. Gojo raises an eyebrow at you in question. “Shes been teaching me how to flirt so that we can get free/extra stuff/“ you huff and Gojo almost spits out his drink. “See how ridiculous it is!” You exclaim.

“So whiny” Geto fake complains pushing a finger into your forehead, making you pout.

“I’m not whiny” You grumble as you take another drink from your cup.

“Yes you are princess/YN” Geto and Shoko say in unison.  You huffed and turned away to walk off, “Don’t get lost” they both call after you. Gojo enjoyed seeing his friends interact with you, it was funny.

“You made her mad,” Shoko says casually to Geto as she drinks her drink.

“I always make her mad” Geto says with a chuckle, “Someone should probably actually go after her before she actually get’s lost.” Both Geto and Shokos gaze at Gojo.

“She’s gonna be mad if it’s me” Gojo claims.

“She absolutely will not. And we do it all the time, it’s your turn. She’s the princess for a reason, go save her Mario.”

Gojo huffs before making his way in the direction you walked off to. He weaves in and out of the crowd, he has to really push his way past because girls keep trying to stop him and ask for a dance or a drink. His only responses to people are ‘nah I’m good.’ ‘Move it.’ ‘ get out my way’ . Eventually, he spots you, drink in hand, sitting on a couch looking uncomfortable as some idiot has their arm around you obviously ignoring the signs that you want them off of you. He doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t just hit them like you did him. Your eyes are looking around somewhat frantically as you lock eyes with Gojo and he can see the relief hit your face.

“I know you said you weren’t interested but you know it’s Halloween, and I have so many scary movies back at my place that I’m sure you would love to see.” The sleazy man next to you says as Gojo is walking up.

“Gojo.” You say in a voice that sounds way too small. The guy next to you, is dressed up as Ken from Barbie (stickynote: the worst man you know is gonna dress up as Ken from Barbie).

“Heh? This your boyfriend?” He asks you with a scoff.

“Yes, I am now move and stop touching my girl.” Gojo scowls down at the man, who quickly gets up from you putting his hands up in defensive.

“My bad, dude. Just when you see a girl dressed like this you don’t really figure she’s taken. You let her go out like this?”

You can see the tension in Gojos jaw as he grits his teeth, “She can wear whatever the fuck she wants. Come on” his hand extends down to you, and you take it, once up he throws his arm around you as starts walking back to your group.

“You should have just punched him.” He says into your ear.

“I know it may be hard to believe but I actually don’t like doing that.” You say embarrassed, a sniffle to your voice.

“You crying?” He asks in a joking tone (stickynote:yes in the same exact way from the anime)

“NO! It’s just so embarrassing” You huff. Gojos arm doesn’t move from your waist, instead pulling you closer.

“You really are a whiny princess, Suguru was right.”

You huff again at him and he just laughs, you are so stinking adorable. The same girl who almost knocked one of his teeth out was too embarrassed to tell a guy to fuck off, cute. You really made no sense to him at all.

“What happened this time” Shoko sighs looking at your face.

“Nothing let's go dance.” You move from under Gojos arm, grabbing Shokos hand and pulling her away. It kind of felt empty not having you there anymore.

“So what happened?” Geto smirks while taking a sip of his drink while watching you force Shoko to dance with you.

“Some dude wouldn’t leave her alone.” Gojo shrugs casually.

“And your arm was around her because?”

“To get her away from that loser, it’s not a big deal.”

Geto just hummed in response, “Well I’m going to find me someone to go home with tonight. You have fun pinning” before walking off to some girl who had been eyeing him from across the room. Gojo is now left standing there a bit awkwardly when you look up from dancing with Shoko and catch his eye. A wide smile starts to spread across your face as you move over to him.

“Come dance with us,” You say as you grab his hand and pull him to where you and Shoko were once dancing together. He pretends to put up a fight just to hear you giggle, ‘forcing’ him to dance with you and Shoko. It’s just the three of you dancing together until Shoko says she needs to go smoke. With her absence, you throw your arms around Gojos shoulders, laughing and swaying your hips as you try to dance and drink. The feel of your body grind against him, along with hearing your laugh so close to his ear he tenses, trying to hardest to control his body. You can feel the tension of his shoulders, tilting your head at him asking if he’s okay.

“Yeah I’m good” He replies as his hands ghost against your hips.

“We can chill for a second, get another drink, sit out in the back, yeah?” Your mouth was too close to his ear, he almost shoved you.

“Sure” He basically whimpers into your ear, which you don’t realize because you immediately down the rest of the drink your hand. You grab his hand and pull him through the crowd, trying to remember where you originally found the kitchen. Gojo, realizing you didn’t know where you were going, decided to take the lead in getting you two to the kitchen. You grab two more drinks for the both of you and he leads you outside. Once outside, you two sit around the bonfire as Gojo pulls out a joint from his pocket sparking up.

“Sorry they put you on babysitting duty” you say shyly with a small giggle as Gojo passes you the joint. You take a gentle hit, while he looks at you confused.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, taking the joint back from you.

“I mean I’m sure you probably wanted to enjoy the party and not get stuck with just hanging out with me.” You look down at your drink, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

“I don’t stay anywhere I don’t want to be” He nudges you to let you take a hit.

A smile appears on your face, “Well okay.”

The two of you talk casually, getting to know each other more. You learned that Gojo isn’t as arrogant as he portrayed himself to be and that he has a lot of weight on his shoulders from his parents to be successful. You really enjoyed talking to him, he was so easy to talk to. The conversation you two were having was interrupted when your phone started going off, it was Shoko.

“Hey Sho, what’s up?”

“You still with Satoru?”

You look up at him from your phone, “Yeah hes here, why?”

“Soooo I met this girl”

“Shoko, seriously! You know my roommate is having her boyfriend over tonight and you know how loud and obnoxious she is when they’re, ya know.”

“I’m sure Gojo and Suguru are fine with you staying over there tonight.”

“I can’t ask him that!” You quickly turn away from Gojo when you say that.

“Please, it’ll be no big deal. AND you owe me, for that last cock block at the café.”

“That wasn’t even my fault!”

“It doesn’t matter, you owe me.”

“Fine, hold on” You huff turning to Gojo, “So uhm Gojo.”

“Yeah.” He assumed what you were going to ask but seeing you flustered to ask him was too adorable to miss.

“You can definitely say no. Don’t think you have to say yes because you don’t but uhm do you think I could crash at you and Suguru place tonight? I was supposed to stay at Shokos but she’s trying to get laid. But like don’t feel pressured and if you already have plans like that’s cool too…. It’s just my roommate is having her boyfriend over tonight and she doesn’t really care about being quiet, but again don’t feel like you need to cause you don’t need to say yes.”

“It’s cool” he plays it off as if he wasn’t extremely nervous, especially after seeing how cute you were trying to ask. He knew Suguru was going to make his way into someone else’s bed tonight so it would just be the two of you, alone, together, alone.

You smile at him, “Thank you thank you thank you,” Lifting your phone back to your ear you tell Shoko that you’ll be staying over there, and you’ll just get your clothes tomorrow.

“We can go ahead and head back now if you want to” Gojo suggests, you nod at him standing up a little wobbly almost falling but luckily Gojo grabs you.

“yeah, maybe we should go” You giggle, straightening yourself. “Thanks for letting me stay over by the way.” You start as you two are walking back, your arm looped with his, he’s basically holding you up.

“It’s no big deal. We can watch a movie or something when we get back.” He suggests.

“Absolutely! Something horror, yeah?”  You smile at him. He looks down at you, quickly looking away and forward.

“Sure”

“Yay”. You pull him a little closer to you, “Don’t let what Shoko and Geto say about me fool you, I’m not a big baby like they say. Shoko’s the one who gets scared. I love horror movies, me and my dad used to watch them all the time when I was probably way too young to watch horror movies.  Like he had me watching Silence of the Lambs when I was 5 and I know that’s not the proper age to watch anything like that. I should have not known that cheek meat is the tastiest part of the human body, supposedly.”

He pokes your cheek, “you smile a lot so your cheeks are probably really gamy”

You roll your eyes with a huff, “I don’t smile that much”

“You’re right, you're either smiling or pouting. Really do fit the name princess.” He teases.

“I’m changing my IG name, this is bullying” you pout pulling out your phone. Gojo watches you get into your phone, seeing that you really did change your wallpaper to that picture of the four of you. It made his heart squeeze a bit, this crush on you may actually crush him.  He sees you frowning at your phone, hovering over the keyboard.

“Just keep it. You don’t want to change it anyways,”

“Yes I do! I just need to figure out what. I wish Suguru was here, he’s always good at coming up with stuff like this. Hmph. Ill just ask him later.” You pout and Gojo tenses a bit at your side from your mention of Suguru.

“Do you have a crush on Suguru?” the question left his lips before his brain could stop him. You looked up at him and burst out laughing almost taking the two of you down but it brought a sense of relief to him.

“Oh, that laugh sounded mean! I didn’t mean it like that but Suguru is definitely like an annoying older brother. He is a great guy, a wonderful guy, like if I had more friends, I would set them up with him but yeah not for me.” You say awkwardly.

“Hmmn okay.”

You try to stifle your giggle before asking, “Why do you have a crush on Suguru?”

“Oh, a comedian, are you?” He scoffs as he slips his arm out of yours and picks up his pace leaving you behind. “Hope you can find your way back to my place,” he says waving his hand back at you.

You shuffle after him, “I was just kidding. WAIT. I’ve only been there like twice I wouldn’t even know where I was going if I knew where I was going. Please!”

His pace slows down, allowing you to catch up as you slide your arm back through his holding on tightly.

“Rude” You huff, slightly out of breath, it was hard to run in those boots.

“I’m rude? You tried to say I had a crush on my best friend” He counters.

“Yes, BUT that’s like the best trope. Friends to lovers.” You smile up at him and he pokes your cheek.

“See, told ya. You smile a lot” He chuckles as you pout AGAIN.

[mistressarcane13]

The Development of Durgetash

Sorry this is really long but the implications of Durge and Gortash's relationship are just too fun not to think or write about.

I think an important thing to understand about Enver and Durge’s relationship and the way in which it would develop, is that they are both inherently lonely people. One killed any person who gave them warmth and love (whether they had any real say in the matter or not), and the other was someone who as been abandoned and betrayed repeatedly by people they trusted. Either way, Durge has only been able to experience the warmth of another through violence, and Enver has only ever been able to put trust in things of metal and gears.

They could not make a real human connection, and as sad as it is at the very least the Durge had a family who had once cared about them, however, Bhaal made it very clear that they would never have that all outside of what he could offer, and if they were to search for it outside of Bhaal or even stumble upon it, all it could ever end in is blood. Enver on the other hand had no foundation of trust with anyone from the beginning, his parents sold him. Then the entry of his youth was spent being abused, beat into submission. Where his developing mind could only ever come to one conclusion, you are only safe at the top, only safe when you are the person who can hand out all of the damage. While it doesn’t excuse anything either of them did, it does give you a way as to how they can internally justify all of their horrible actions.

But then apply all that to how the beginning of their partnership began, both probably intending to manipulate and betray each other at some point, at least in the very beginning. Then what is probably the most terrifying thing happens to both of them, they realize they care. Dare I say I think it takes them both a long time to realize this, both desperately telling themselves that “this was just a part of the plan” in an attempt to distract what has happened.

The one thing I am sure they had both promised themselves they would never do again. I do think Enver had an easier time coming to terms with this, especially after Bane also seems to take a liking to Durge. But there was most likely some catalase in which Durge had an amazing opportunity to kill or betray Enver and yet stubbornly stays by his side. However, Durge lives in constant terror. When will the urge take control, when will Bhaal demand Gortash’s head as a sacrifice? Why does every thought they have that lingers a little too long on Enver turn into a design of his death, and why has this begun to bug them. They had thought they had finally desensitized themselves to this, and yet here they were with this weight in their heart that made it hard to breathe. They haven’t experienced terror like this since the urges first started. And I think, unlike Enver, this fear never goes away. It’s obvious because of the letter but I think they learn how to manage it.

Once they get past that, this is where their friendship really blooms. Two evil nerds, geeking out all the time. Gortash can go on for hours, days, months about his inventions, and there is Durge who hasn’t had a conversation verging this close to normal in so long that they just sit there, happy. Asking questions, and seeing how smart Durge is canon-wise, most likely offer suggestions and theorizing how certain mechanics work. Then there is Durge who has had to turn violence into a craft for survival and likely some form of sanity. Who can probably go on for just as long about anatomy, decay, how every weapon, acid, fire, and anything of the like affects the flesh.

Then somewhere along the line, where they worked together out of convenience, they are now the other persons go to for anything. They are asking each other for advice in contexts where it doesn’t necessarily make sense. And there scheming turns into just conversations of the future. They don’t even notice how casual they have gotten with one another until I’m sure Orin or Sceletius points it out to Durge.

If we apply all this to Durgtash, it does make their prospective relationship the most grueling slowburn anyone as ever seen, in theory.

I don’t think either of them notice at first their feeling for one another. I think they are both pretty emotionally constipated. However, I think Gortash realizes first, I think he distrusts not only everyone around him but also his own feelings to realize something is off. Where as Durge (this I guess depends on how you characterize your own personal durge, but for now I’m talking about og and my own Durge.) I believe has numbed themselves so emotionally it is not going to hit them. Or at least not until Enver suggests something stupid and they fight. Durge has a knife to Enver’s throat (which I don’t imagine is a rare event) and for once they aren’t immediately consumed of thoughts of spilling his blood right there. No, the knife is there to stop Enver from doing something stupid, because Durge is WORRIED. The realization hits like a brick, and Durge in way out of character backs off and leaves. Hoping to stuff the realization back in the box where it could be stored in the back of their mind, but it’s too late. Now all they can think about is how Bhaal will torture them both by having them kill Enver.

This obviously leads to tension, so much tension, that neither of them will address or acknowledge. Both are worried about offending their gods, and at the end of the day, this is the first person either of them have been able to truly care about in who knows how long. Not only could they ruin that, but also the plan that they have been working away at for presumably years now.

I think it only builds of course, the closer they get the more small touches they exchange. Never too close though, never too many. Just enough for minds to slip to other places, only for a second. Though they would never actually… right? They get drunk together just to have a reason, have an excuse for certain behaviors, never taking it too far but minds always wonder.

I honestly don’t think anything would happen for a long while, not until some catalyst. Whether it be a bad injury or a victory, adrenaline takes over, and they kiss. Heat of the moment they will tell themselves and each other. However, the Pandora's box is open now. I think it still takes them a moment to break, anywhere from a day to a week, both too horribly stubborn for their own good. Until the conversation lulls to a stop, and the tension alone at this point would turn anyone mad, and the delusions they have been trying to sell themselves finally snap. No one knows who kissed the other first, who first started ripping at clothes, at this point who cares. It is a passion with teeth and claws, there is blood on their teeth and under their nails. In that moment all their sins mix, gluttony, greed, pride, and lust as they almost try to consume one another, like they are trying to meddle together. As if metal and flesh could ever truly mix.

And I think for a time after, these two horrible messed up people find peace in one another, maybe even true happiness as their plans come to fruition. Enver Gortash, a man who breathed life into metal gave it a heart, and Durge, the person who left cold bodies in their wake by taking last breaths and heartbeats.

They were going to rule the world together, and then Orin happened.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Do you have any critique for the designs of the Mudwings or Rainwings (from the Wings of Fire novels?)

okay, you know, i think i am going to just use this as a chance to talk about the most common pitfalls for dragon wing designs.

Wings of Fire designs are fine. the style is nice, the dragon designs are each unique enough from each other to stand out in their context. i can handwave some things about their anatomy because of the more cartoonized style and i will ignore the trope of making the evil dragons look distinctly more animalistic because it's clearly a series made for a younger audience.

but it still falls into the exact same dragon wing design problems i see absolutely everywhere. I've done it, you've done it, every single person who has ever tried to design a dragon in any style has done this. my points here are all based on the most common dragon wing type, which is the bat-like wing.

lack of patagium (the membrane between the shoulder and wrist) the Wings of Fire dragons are a bit awkward because some of them do have it and some of them do not and there does not seem to be a reason for this difference. the patagium is important! you really should have it on any dragon with that bat-like wing shape.

wing fingers extending past the membrane, especially with claws included. why are they doing that. when are those claws going to get used. wing fingers are built for the specific purpose of moving the wing. the only finger that should be extending out on its own with a claw is the thumb. unless you want to do pterosaur wings, in which case there are a few forward-facing fingers and one very long finger acting as the wing frame. honestly, more dragons should have pterosaur wings, they're an actual real life flying reptile and some of them were huge. please, we need more pterosaur-winged dragons.

membrane being way too deeply scooped between the fingers even when the wing is extended. this one makes me think people just don't actually know how wing membranes work. they are not a stiff material at all, but a very flexible type of skin. it should fold up between the fingers and near the body when the wing is withdrawn, but stretch out tight when the wing is extended. i know the scooped shape Looks Cooler but it's not very functional.

wing fingers being too stiff. those things move! they bend! they're very bendy! bats fly with a lot of finger curling. here are a few videos in slow motion that show the fingers and the flexible membrane really well: video 1. video 2. video 3. a lot of dragon designs i see just use the shoulder of the wing as the main point of motion. they won't even change the elbow angle. now, the elbow will never be fully straight in flight, but it should move too! I think one of the reasons people don't do this right is that it's just easier to use fewer points of motion in animation and obviously all dragons in motion are animated ones. but when you see it even on the hyper realistic style of dragons in things like Game of Thrones, it gets pretty frustrating. make those wings flex more. (and by mentioning the GoT dragons, I know they do move more than just the shoulder, but even their wing finger motion is very stiff, like the fingers only have one joint and the membrane doesn't move as much as it should)

elbow strut. you know what i mean. that weird little bone strut on the elbow on like every dragon design ever. it gets in the way of some very important membrane motion. it does not exist in any real life membranous wing that i am aware of. the closest you can argue for is that the yi qi, a dinosaur that might have had a membranous wing and also feathers, does have an odd strut-like bone and we don't know exactly how it was positioned. but from what i've seen, there is at least a consensus that it was connected to the wing hand, not the elbow. it might have been positioned parallel to the forearm and thus would create a strut-like shape extending at the elbow, but that's not how people draw the elbow strut on dragons. it always looks like there's just a weird stick attached to their joint. it serves no purpose. the reason people do this on their dragons is because they design the membrane poorly and need to add a strut to give the wing a bigger membrane. but this can be avoided if you just attach the membrane lower on the body to give it more surface area, and also let it stretch taut instead of making it scooped like it's slack even when the wing is extended. just do more studies of bat wings in motion and you'll have a better understanding of how your bat-like dragon wings should work.

[momo-crome]

( disclaimer : i made this theory with the intention of making it into a YouTube video so please excuse if that hasn't translated properly as a post on its own. also this contains spoilers for dialtown + the roger dlc, it makes more sense with the context of it anyway. that along with i use all pronouns for Gingi in this post (he/she/they/it) and uh Tw because i do bring up a few sensitive things like suicide and death but also some other things I'm forgetting )

and one last thing is that there are some pieces of information i didn't know so have been left out in this post but i may or may not make a follow up on this if i find enough to talk about

with that in mind : under the cut is my phonegingi and object head theory !! ♡

A while ago I made a poll on my tumblr asking what one of these theories you’d like for me to make a video upon and ‘figuring out what Phonegingi is ‘n’ their anatomy (or just phony anatomy)’ managed to win. It's a blessing in disguise if I'm being honest as the context of what I'm going to explain and set up in this video greatly helps with my Enc0unter and god theory. 

So without any further stalling : I think it's best to start with analysing the cryptid.

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Analysing Phonegingi :

So it doesn't take a genius to see that Phonegingi isn't like anything we've seen before. Not only does their species not really have an in-game name nor explanation, we also don't see anything else like it running around Dialtown. While there is a slim chance that maybe others like her do exist but we’ve never seen them and / or live in other places of the world, I really do doubt it from other characters' reaction to it alone. Not to even mention that Gingi doesn't have any confirmed origins along with the eggs that it lays and doesn't look anything like him. Obviously the whole ‘egg’ thing is a theory within itself but that's for another day.

Now if we’re going to get to figuring out what this thing is, we should analyse its features. We can see some human-like attributes but the list is rather limited when you take a closer look at him. So to make things a tad bit easier I've analysed some of the physical attributes from its sprites and art shown in game, along with a few not so physical things that are worth pointing out.

As shown I've decided to point out its green skin, six nipples, somewhat human body and tail. Some non visible attributes being how she can lay eggs, consume gravel and roadkill just fine, glans that burst when stressed(i forgot to add these two when making this) and teeth. two more noteworthy things being the fact he can speak proper English on top of hallucinations, but these are somewhat irrelevant as of now.

And for the sake of argument, I won't be taking the typewriter and phone heads into consideration as it's been proven by Gingi on multiple occasions that it had made it themselves and along with how it can change just complicates things. That's the same reason why I also won't be taking the scars into consideration as he was most likely not born with them (also it does change on occasion. No shade dogman) But don't worry as we shall return to it once it’s fully figured out what this thing is made up of.

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Analysing Phonegingi : The green skin

Now I feel as if we should start off with one of the most important things with Phonegingi, and one of the most prominent ones at that. That being the bright green hue of its skin, perhaps we could even describe it as being fluorescent. Obviously the claim on its own sounds quite outlandish until we take a look at what could have possibly caused this. 

Now there are many things that cause green skin in nature such as hyperbilirubinemia and layered chromatophores within the skin but one main detail i feel like is worth mentioning is that while Phonegingi does have certain reptilian like moments, simplifying judging by looks alone it is worthy to note that it appears to be a mammal of some sorts. Or a creature who's mostly covered in skin. This may seem somewhat irrelevant unless you remember that there aren't any naturally occurring mammals within nature with green skin. So maybe it isn't natural. And maybe this could be from lead.

While from the surface this seems rather outlandish, it is notable to say that there have been many instances where people had gotten their skin punctured by such things made from lead, leading to a long lasting green mark upon their skin. And the reason I bring this all up is in one of the endings for the Roger DLC we hear from Mingus herself that she's been putting lead into Dialtown’s lake. Presumably being the one within the forest. The same first that Phonegingi is from. Now I am no scientist but perhaps the led from the lake somehow found itself into its system though one of the main scars upon her body caused the green pigmentation. That or perhaps even radiation.

Side note here, my original theory was that this was entirely radiation until I looked into it a tad more. But we still have much to discuss with radiation as a topic.

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Analysing Phonegingi : six nipples / eggs

I was honestly pretty stumped when it came to this point, obviously this is one of the main features of Gingi and on paper wouldn’t seem all too bad but when we consider the whole egg laying thing this really throws a wrench into everything until we consider the possibility that perhaps that Phonegingi is more than one animal biologically.

Now obviously I'm not going to sit here and act like I'm all too sure about what exactly these animals are just yet but I do have a contender. That being the platypus. Or that's what i would say because google lied to me about them having nipples. Apparently they only have mammary gland ducts to feed their young but perhaps Gingi’s genes somehow got broken so this being had to insert itself into his system, it’s an interesting look upon this but perhaps it's caused by something else. That I shall explain in a different post if enough people care for me to look into it. Either way : at least we now have a current solution for the eggs too

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Analysing Phonegingi : tail / eating gravel and roadkill / teeth

So now that we've managed to identify one of the beings that makes up Phonegingi, that being the platypus, we still have a few things that are left still in the air. But it's very simply solved when we consider that the other animal that Gingi is made up of is perhaps an alligator.

One of the main attributes of this is probably its teeth, such teeth that Gingi has been canonically confirmed to have from under his face. Such as within text and achievement art. Also another ability of the alligator is the fact that it has been proved to be able to process such things like rock and fresh dead animals, two things that Gingi has also been confirmed to eat without much struggle.

And one final thing to add on, we can also note Gingi’s tail from being from an alligator if it wasn't for how it goes from hairless to having hair on the tip along with it sometimes not being shown at all. That mainly being in model edits of the character so perhaps it's not worth noting.

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Analysing Phonegingi : glans that burst when stressed

This one is quite the new development to say the least, I'm going to be honest when I say that I almost completely missed this as it's only a thing within one of the endings of the Roger DLC. Due to this I am quite honestly clueless, but I was able to find one thing that links back to the platypus point of this theory. Obviously this is quite different but male platypuses do produce venom connected to hollow spurs on the pack of their legs, but other than that I am honestly stumped so I hope that somebody can help me w this.

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Analysing Phonegingi : putting together everything to come to a conclusion

Now with this information we can come to the conclusion that somehow a platypus, alligator and a human came together and created Phonegingi. For how they combined : If we look at the real world for just a moment there have been actual real life mutations that have led to rats growing features of humans. Although all of these examples are strictly manmade and have never occurred in nature, leading me to think Phonegingi didn't just happen. Although radiation could also be an option.  While I plan on speaking about the human in particular that Gingi took over, I feel it would only be logical to now take a look at object heads to get a better understanding on how exactly Gingi is able to function. 

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Figuring out object heads:

So now we start with the big one. Some may know that dogman has been very useful with helping us figure this out. Okay I am being sarcastic for the most part but this doesn't change the fact that he actually has given us quite a few hints on how this works. 

One main thing we can reference is that within Randy’s route we know that object heads aren't fully wires, but rather are a mixture of organic and mechanical parts. And to quote the hound himself : ‘they have layers’. This could simply be a metaphor or an actual explanation but with this man we don't know. I personally think of this as maybe there is a shell that is around the remaining parts of the head that the object head is placed on top of, making object head transfers much easier.

 Also he had said within the past that phony’s have an ‘adaptor’ of sorts, so that does help a lot despite humans not being born with them as seen here  One more thing I would also like to add before we go in depth about the methods of being dialed ; it is very likely that the technological parts of these objects gain their power from the body, just to clear that up. Either way : I think we should go over all of the different kinds of objects' heads. That being ones given to normies, born object heads and animals n such who are simply born with them.

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Figuring out object heads: normies to objects

This part of my theory was by far the easiest but still wasn't quite that simple, obviously there aren't any real life examples of this happening so we are kinda making this one up along the way. 

One of the main things to keep in mind is that when the dialup happened it happened practically overnight. That means that this progress had to be somewhat quick and considering how little flaws that come with having an object head that aren't exclusive to having an object head, there has to be a clear method to do this. So i propose a possible example for how to do this type of surgery:

The skin would be removed from the face, then the musicales before the bones. Making sure to keep the nerves, veins and brain within place. Then a small incision is made within the neck around these parts to not damage them, this being the base for where the adaptor would be placed on the head. But with this a small hole would be left in the neck to be used as a man-made mouth. (this was wrote b4 knowing its in the base of the head so forgive me) Within this process the olfactory nerve is also connected to this hole or slightly above it from out of the adaptor to retain smell. Moving onto the main head now, the back and front of the object is connected and wires from the phone are connected to certain parts of the brain so it has control with whatever object it may be without having to touch it. For the eyes, the photoreceptors are salvaged and turned into optical receptors with small holes in the head to remain eyesight. And finally, the inner ear is changed for a speaker with a microphone on the outside that picks up on a digital signal that transfers to the speaker inside then back to the brain as sound. With that done the case is closed up with whatever object it is being placed on top.

Now obviously this is just a very early draft of this part of the theory. I am aware there are a few characters that contradict this theory such as Abel, Stabby and Shooty or Craig so i may change this part of my theory at another point in time.

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Figuring out object heads: born object heads

This is also pretty easy to figure out as dogman has actually answered this question before, as claimed here the hound has stated that after the dialup fetuses are born with thinner heads to make the process of dialing easier. although this still raises a few questions.

One of the first ones is if after birth they’re given the similar type procedure as normies, as that is the only solution I can think of. obviously there is the question of how this works outside of hospitals but if i tried to figure that out this post would be too long so it’s probably going to be a very boring post in itself.

The second question is asking how the head is altered in that way. my proposal for how and why is possibly genetic mutations caused by chemicals that would have been taken by pregnant mothers back during the dialup. These could possibly serve as a generational mutation to prevent normie children from happening. not an ideal answer but I'm sure i can put a tad bit more research into this later.

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Figuring out object heads: animal object heads

While I do believe this is somewhat irrelevant for this part, I do think it’s worth mentioning and possibly solving. Unlike humans who aren’t born with them, animals and such are. and if you know almost anything about biology you’d know that animals don’t really have the means to have non organic heads without human intermittent so i think I've finally came to a solution to my final point 

I believe there is a possibility that animals, bugs and whatnot have object heads created out of bone that simply mimic what they’re supposed to be. Due to the existence of horns and such we do know that this kind of thing can exist. but other than this there aren’t many alternatives 

the only reason i bring this up is for my theory it is known that Gingi is an animal so perhaps it could fit into the category of this but due to the whole ‘i made it myself’ line from them it’s very quick to dismiss 

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Figuring out how Gingi is made:

So now that we know or well have a somewhat understanding of how object heads function, that begs the question of how did Phonegingi have this information? How did such a primitive creature gain the knowledge of creating such a complicated head that mirrors the one of the former president that he had never seen before? This is where I propose the idea that maybe the human part of Phonegingi actually belonged to somebody before. That somebody being Milton r Wallace

Okay, I feel like I should explain myself a tad. I know it's quite an outlandish idea but it does explain quite a lot. After all ; it is quite a coincidence there is so much mystery around this character and no instance of him being mentioned in the game. I mean if there was a scene where he was mentioned and Gingi just said ‘oh yeah that’s me’ it would be pretty underwhelming. Jokes aside, Milton’s body being the human part of Gingi does explain one too many things such as the seemingly male anatomy, probably the scar on his chest, hallucinations along with connections to Callum, how he would know how to make their object head and even why he’s in the woods in the first place.

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Figuring out how Gingi is made: scars on the body

I'll start by adding on to my scars as I feel like the male anatomy speaks for itself. Not to mention I promised to return to this so I am now. So let's take a look at the scars that we can see. 

Visibly on the chest and right shoulder we can see two wounds. The one upon the shoulder is a supposed bruise from a gorilla bite (although i got this off the wiki and don’t remember this line from the game so feel free to correct me) and the one upon the chest looking like a gaping wound that was stitched up in a familiar fashion to their head. Since we know that Phonegingi made their head itself it is a possibility that he stitched up this wound upon her chest in a similar way but we cant be sure as it’s never acknowledged.

Second point I would like to add is that on multiple occasions Gingi has been called ‘blue blooded’ but these wounds have a more yellowish brown hue to them rather than the blue that you’d assume. Why is this important? Well if you've ever had the displeasure of seeing dried blood you’d know it eventually changes to a brown colour overtime. Now it doesn't take a genius to know that since the man died around 60 years ago his blood would have been heavily deoxygenated. Perhaps being the reason why when reanimated as Phonegingi his blood was blue form the same lack of oxygen. 

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Figuring out how Gingi is made: hallucinations and Callum connection

This part is a lot more simple to explain, while i am aware of these things only really occurring due to the cough stirrup consumed by it, i find it oddly strange that these things occur in the way that they do especially since presumably before meeting Mingus in bigfoot’s route, Gingi was never even aware of Callum's existence. Plus I don't feel like the hound would add these hallucinations just to write them off as nothing. Maybe somewhere in Gingi’s scrambled brain he had these memories from his previous life leak though. 

Additionally, while Milton being Gingi helps the Callum connection ; it also explains why he would be able to identify Mingus as a cat. For us it would be pretty simple but we need to keep in mind that in Dialtown all organic beings have object heads so Phonegingi would have only ever really seen cats with these heads. While this could be written off as her seeing one within a textbook or something I find that incredibly hard to believe considering they’re confirmed to be illiterate. It could also just be a joke not meant to be looked into like this but it definitely could explain.

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Figuring out how Gingi is made: making the object head

This part of the theory is actually what led me to believing that Milton could be Gingi as he would be one of the only characters who had a physical resemblance to it as far as we know along with having access to that knowledge. Considering we see Gingi make their phone head similar to Callum, maybe he was shown the pattern by Cal when explaining the dialup close to the end of their friendship. Same thing could be said for the typewriter variant of them, probably mirroring Marla’s head since the typewriter head was based upon her along with there being hints of them two having a platonic relationship but since she is sadly as mysterious as him so we may never know.

Either way, since Phonegingi presumably came from the woods it wouldn't make sense for them to make an object head within there. Especially since Theoroar had it in captivity in their early years so it wouldn't make sense for Gingi to create an object head with other animals while caged. If i may even say, i personally struggle to wrap my head around why Gingi would decide to conform with their head considering she certainly does not conform by wearing clothes.

Oh alright.

Either way, I have two options why this would even be the case. The first option is that he was found by Mingus who forced this change upon them so they made the object head. But this doesn't make sense within the context of chapter 3 where Mingus hints at discovering Gingi for the first time. After all; Mingus would probably have just gotten rid of it earlier if that. So for the second option, which is much darker mind you, but perhaps their face could have been heavily mutilated by Milton’s early death along with the decades of rotting that he had to improvise by fixing it with a head made in the way that he had remembered from Callum. This also explains why it's a tad bit different from the norm too since Gingi’s brain would have been a tad bit screwed with this too. Either way, I'll let you decide what option works best with you.

Also a side note; i did actually consider Marla as a possible candidate for Gingi but there was one too many plot holes such as her dying of old age so her body would look a lot different, a lack of any comment by Mingus talking about Marla and her most likely getting a proper burial from somewhere that isn't the woods. 

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Figuring out how Gingi is made: why he would be in the woods

Speaking of being in the woods, I have a small idea for why Milton’s body would wind up being there. As far as we know basically every single person who knew him wouldn't have been around, plus as of making this post he has no confirmed family so it's hard to say. Perhaps his body was simply thrown into the woods? I suppose it would be irregular to do that but considering who Milton was it would make sense that this act would be covered up and simply not addressed at all. Perhaps even respecting him enough to dig him a proper grave would attract unwanted attention along with the fact that there are just not enough people who would care for him enough. 

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Putting this all together : 

With that all being said. Let me summarize all the information that I've proposed so far. We have theorized that Phonegingi has the DNA of a platypus and alligator that has been combined with the body of the former vice president, having some form of lead poisoning from the lake and radiation that has combined these creatures together. There are two questions left now, the first one being just how did these creatures find their way into the woods to combine with the body, and the second and by far the most important one being just how did this creature come to fruition.

The first one is easy, some may know that platypuses and alligators aren't native to Wisconsin but we need to remember that these creatures could be found within a zoo. And would you look at that, in Dialtown we do have a zookeeper, the same zookeeper that found Phonegingi mind you. It is possible that Theoroar decided to dump these two within the woods for whatever reason and they somehow wound up next to the corpse and got mixed up. I understand this isn't a perfect explanation, but it is somewhat logical for now.

Now onto my second point, it isn't as clear but I feel like I've found a solution for how this creature came to life. It doesn't take a genius to know that Milton is dead, meaning even if these animals mutated them it still would leave her dead so it's hard to figure out but I still feel like I have a solution. If you remember I did state that Phonegingi came together as one could possibly be man made so perhaps this same person brought their freakish creation to life. And perhaps that person is none other than enc0unter but this post is getting too long.

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I apologize for leaving this theory on a cliff hanger but this post is getting long and i have a lot more to say about Gingi and enc0unter. As stated in the same poll from the beginning I will be making a whole different theory / analysis about that stuff. With that being said, please let me know your opinions on this theory and if you'd like me to make the enc0unter one or a part 2 when i have the time. so yeah thanks for going though the effort to read this whole thing!! it means a lot

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Fictionals' True Form anatomy sheet

Tw: Body horror galore

This has already been done a while back, but I somehow didn't get around to posting it.

I've been considering fixing some things, but eh, I'm now lazy, so here's some artist notes instead as well as some close ups

↓↓Close ups and notes under the cut↓↓

Notes: Yes, I didn't know that the female symbol only has one horizontal line and you'll be seeing this reoccurring mistake all over the sheet. Here, you'll see a familiar art work (assuming you've seen it, if not, here it is) of my adoptive mind children SpongeBob and Lusamine peeling themselves. Everyone looks practically the same regardless of their vessels' assigned sex. What only sets them apart is their "hair" styles or other aspects reflecting their vessels.

Yep, these actor mofos are eldritch entities made entirely out of glowing white nerves and a kind of cancer or at least is based off of a kind of tumor called the teratoma. The typical rl teratoma aren't usually cancerous, but they can be at times. Let's say that these mfs are the cancerous types, I like to jokingly call them magical cancer nerve people who wear meat suits of the characters for our entertainment.

Yes, their true forms are a fuel for their magic/powers and allow them to live for a very long time as long as their game and animated series keep pumping out content and not meet the specific conditions for permanent death

When all or most of their true form is outside their vessel, the only organs that stay intact are the epidermal system and eyeballs. The eyes roll back and hide away the iris and pupils upon the peeling. Other internal organs get disintegrated

Here, we'll use Skinwalkermine's and SkinwalkerBob's skin removal art as reference.

(Yes, I did SpongeBob's stand alone True Form drawing too, he's the first Fictional to have his TF drawn and imagined when the concept was first introduced. It's just that I didn't post it because it's the second or third digital drawing I've drawn and I wasn't very good at it back then)

Do note that removing the meat suit and being outside of it is painful as shit. It's best to stay inside and play the part.

(Ngl, this looks very... Uhhhh... Unfortunate and horrible out of context, please help)

Her eye rolls back and shows some nerve, just as seen in the sheet

TW: Eyes everywhere (They represent the audience)

As you can see here, both of their exterior flesh suits stay intact and just go limp from the lack of support.

This is where the teratoma inspo comes in. When inside their vessels, they create other internal organs to make their vessels fully functional. Then they go organ mode and latch on to the brain stem and somewhere where the limbic system is located. This allows them to show their emotions in extraordinary ways.

Fictionals are very expressive creatures, they use their magic to enhance their expressions as a reflex. This makes it easier to convey their emotions and feelings on the screen. It also gives them a difficult time to lie to both their creators and their fellow actors.

(I want to make sense of why and how animated characters make wacky and exaggerated expressions or how game characters have emote signs above their heads. This is the world building explanation for it)

Nipple privileges removed. Point and laugh.

Note: This is the error I was talking about. The thinner, leaner waist is supposed to represent the male vessel, but my dumbass put "F" for female instead. There's also a typo, whoops.

But yes, both sexes get Barbie dolled. Mainly because of censorship laws and genitals aren't needed to begin with. Fictionals live long lives and the creators would just make more of their kind anyway. It also prevents them from reproducing unneeded extra babies and interfering series production should things like pregnancy, relationship complications, and child birth occur.

This resulted to a majorly aroace normative society and Fictionals see things like sex and marriage as foreign, non existent concepts. An act of fiction and another scene demanded by the director if you will. Though, marriage and romance are possible between Fictionals, but they're very rare and are seen as unnecessary and strange.

Both sexes sharing certain places such as the locker rooms and bathrooms have been normalised. There's nothing else to see between their legs.

The only bottom hole Fictionals have is the cloaca. Yes, they have chicken assholes and that's the only out for bodily waste like feces and urine.

"But Sea, how would they make NSFW content?"

Good question...

They have undergarments taking the resemblance of the nipples and genitals should they act out things like hentai. Think of them as stage props, it's like that. They look and act just like the real deal, but they're not functional. They're there for the looks only.

Fictionals' true forms' heads or faces don't have noses, ears, and mouths. All they have are their own eyes and so called "hair". Their hair is not actually made of hair, they're just nerves, tumors, and muscles clumped up together to look like hair.

I'm considering replacing their feet with roots, I think it makes a lot more sense. Their feet aren't functional to begin with. They move around on their long hands should they tear off their vessels. It also adds a certain cryptic vibe when they're on their hands instead of being bipedal. While they can kneel on their legs, they'd struggle having their hands off the ground for a long time.

Bonus stuff in here

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More - Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

Alllllllll right!! It is my birthday and that means that I am officially one year older yay!! I'm not really big on celebrating my own birthday and instead of doing some big like, event type thing I wanted to just write a couple thousand words a week or two in advance so that I didn't have to worry about editing on the day of, and that's what this is!

This is a college-adjacent AU (Adam is canonically a hs dropout but I've been thinking about maybe working my way to a creative writing PhD lately and projected so thats where the college part comes in) bc I headcanon that Adam grew his hair out in his early twenties and also: recovery era leigh whannell my dearly beloved.

Fic type- this is fluff that leads into smut!!

Warnings - this fic is meant for audiences of 18+. Minors, do not interact. Other than that, religion is referenced once (in the context of the reader saying adams name like it's a prayer lol), the word cunt is used a few times, and the reader is gn for all intents and purposes but I wrote the fic with AFAB anatomy in mind as that is the anatomy I know best. Petplay is also kind of present here (the puppy nickname has wormed its way into several of my fics bc I try thinking of gn petnames and my mind goes completely blank oops)

As it turned out, it was easier than one expected to get someone who wasn't an attendee into your college library. You'd snuck Adam into it without a care in the world, yearning for someone to lean against when you hit a breaking point in your studying while your closest friends were two-thirds of the way into breaking points of their own.

Adam was happy to leave the crappy apartment he lived in, though. He worked forty-hour weeks but his boss had mentioned that there was unclaimed PTO so Adam took the four days he was offered from the 186 days that had been accrued and relished in the fact that he was being paid not to work for approximately a day and a half before he yearned for fresh air.

When you'd asked him to come with you to finish up the last of the work you needed to do to finish up your thesis on your 22nd birthday, Adam had jumped at the opportunity and agreed to meet you near the charity shop that was a fifteen minute walk from his apartment and a fifteen minute drive out from your campus.

Of course, in his delight he'd ended up showing twenty minutes before the time you'd agreed, so he ducked into the aforementioned charity shop and looked around to occupy the time he had before you'd meet up with him.

He found a camera for fifteen bucks, three rolls of film and a camera bag included in that deal and couldn't resist. Scott gave him $200 a few times a month for printing up a hundred copies of his bands posters to hand out, and his paycheck had run in time for the rent and groceries to eat it completely, so the two hundred was something like lifesaver.

He'd gotten $400 that January because Scott and his band were doing a lot of gigs, which came as a bit of a surprise--Adam had heard Scotts band play before. Scott was lucky most people didn't pay much attention to bar music.

That $400 was originally going to take purpose at least partially as gas money because there were some distances that it just wasn't worth walking, maybe the purchase of a pack of cigarettes from the corner store that always had deals on them--$3 for two packs was the typical deal going on, and something Adam had used to his advantage more than once in the year since he'd become legally eligible to smoke and drink--and not much else, but the camera seemed like a decent enough purchase. If he got good enough, maybe he could display the photos he took somewhere or sell them as prints to make up for the money he lost to rent and a few groceries during his first paycheck of the month, keep him from going hungry until the second paycheck of the month came in.

He dips out of the charity shop and grins when he spots you, lets you drive him and steals the rest of your energy drink when you talk about the fact that you're not sure why you thought you'd like the peach flavor, and that gets you where you are--sitting in the darkest corner of your college library, face pressed against Adams shoulder as he laughs meekly.

"You can do this," he says. "You have another, what? Three pages left and then it's done. Then you can go back to whatever else your creative writing PhD entails and worry about your dissertation next year, yeah?"

"That doesn't work," advises a close friend of yours, Aurelie. She's been studying for a masters in biology and has known you since 1993, when you were both eighteen and freshly new to the college campus. "I've tried it numerous times, Stanheight, and it doesn't."

"I should've gotten my bachelors and masters before I jumped into this," you mutter, words muffled by the sleeve of Adams baggy black sweater. "But of course the only PhD option within two hours of work was an accelerated course. Ugh."

Adam laughs pitifully, pulls your face away from his shoulder to kiss your forehead before he gets up and you give him your card to get you, himself, Aurelie and her girlfriend Samantha a coffee.

When he returns, Samantha is pulling a strand of bright green hair behind her ear and watching you struggle, eyes narrowing at the book you're trying to focus on reading to get something you need for your thesis. Aurelie is offering you a bite of the sandwich she'd brought, telling you that a bag of chips also has the potential to be yours if you can get the last of your necessary research done in time to meet your February 18th deadline.

Adam presses a kiss to the top of your head as he maneuvers back into sitting down, gesturing at the coffees to tell Aurelie and Sam which ones are theirs and which ones are yours and Adams.

Adam wraps an arm around your shoulders as you thank him, taking a sip of your coffee, the order for which Adam had memorized at some point in the four years of your relationship to that point. He kisses your temple in response, grabbing his own coffee from the tray and checking the time.

It's not until six grueling hours, sunrise and four mental breakdowns have surpassed that you're officially done with your thesis. Adam asks if you want to spend the night at his place--you're not going into classes tomorrow if the way that you talked about sleeping in is of any indication--and Aurelie gives you a high five and mentions one of the bags of Doritos she'd brought along to munch on as she studied but hadn't ended up touching.

"You officially owe them a thousand kisses, you know," Aurelie says as you tuck your notebooks into the satchel you've been using since Adam had gifted it to you when you'd walked across the stage and graduated high school three and a half years prior. "You've gotta do it. It's what they deserve."

Adam laughs, blue-green eyes meeting Aurelies hazel brown ones. "I know," he says. "Though, to be fair, I don't think they really expected three pages to turn into fifteen more tacked on."

"They did not," you state affirmatively. "Professor Mason better fuckin' love me for it, though. I hadn't expected to meet his maximum page count and I managed to, just barely. Give me the chips."

Adam and Sam both laugh at the come-hither motion you make with your finger as Aurelie gets a bag of Doritos from her bag and tosses them at you, laughing a bit herself.

"Gremlin person," she says, shuddering a little for dramatic effect. "I surrender an offering to thee."

"The gremlin thanks you for it means the gremlin can put ordering dinner off for like, an hour and a half," you laugh a little, breaking open the bag of Doritos as Adam steals your two-litre water bottle from the table and takes a sip, leaving it open if you should decide to take a sip within the following thirty seconds.

You do, taking a break in your Dorito munching to take a sip of the water while Adam steals a chip from the bag and all of your preparations to leave are temporarily put on hold.

"I'm serious about the thousand kisses thing," Aurelie says. "Four breakdowns, fifteen pages and six different books in six hours. You have to do something to celebrate that."

Adam laughs, runs a hand through hair that he has yet to cut because he can't usually afford it and when he can, there are always better ways for money to be spent.

"I know you are," he says. "For the record, I am, too. I have a plethora of plans to make Y/Ns productivity feel worth it tonight, trust me."

"Gonna let me in on one of them?"

"I set aside $200 over my last few paychecks," Adam says. "Your birthday presents await, one of which is dinner."

"Two hundred from your paychecks--even multiple--means you have less grocery money, idiot," you scold lightly, glaring at him. Adam laughs, shakes his head, uses humor to fend off the anger issues that have a tendency to come up and bite him in the ass.

"Scott gave me $400 this month to print band posters," Adam says. "Also designed them, helped hand at least two and a half dozen out to people, but--you don't need to worry, okay? I have stuff covered and I had four hundred I could spend. I didn't spend it on groceries because I didn't need to, so it's okay."

Adam knows you only get defensive because of how his pay is and how his rent and groceries are in direct correlation. He works forty hours a week, brings in six hundred and fifty dollars every two. Rent eats four hundred during that first monthly paycheck and the other two hundred and fifty gets eaten by groceries.

The second pay period of that month is swallowed by other expenses. He sets aside gas money for the rarer times wherein he has to use his car, some money for cigarettes and other pop-up expenses as well as groceries for those two weeks.

His landlord had raised the rent in January of 1997, though. All he had left of his first monthly paycheck was a measly 100 dollars, which he couldn't buy very much with as it were. Scott had given him four hundred dollars for his efforts in graphic design and his access to a printer though, so he was cool as an ice cube in the few days before the second monthly paycheck he got was deposited into his bank account and he could afford to get a couple more things to last him through until next month.

"You promise it has no harm even though your landlord raised your rent to a stupid amount?"

"Rent being raised to a stupid amount means renovations," Adam throws you a cheeky smile. "The heater works, my showerhead isn't busted like it used to be, and the fridge, microwave and oven aren't running on fumes. It has it's perks."

"If I have to force you, you will be dragged by your gorgeous hair to the college apartments one of these days," you say. "They let non-attendees rent out the units year round for three hundred a month. You could actually afford to live if you went that route."

"You'd also be able to afford a haircut," Samantha chirps. You glare at her and Adam has to laugh, pressing his forehead against your shoulder and kissing it as he does.

You part ways thirty minutes later, waving goodbye to Sam and Aurelie as Adam asks who's place you want to go to.

You end up choosing to go to yours--you live in one of the apartment buildings owned and managed by your college. Its one of the many perks attached to the full ride scholarship you earned. It wasn't an easy feat, but you earned it from doing a collaborative photo and written essay that your english teacher called 'completely and totally heartwrenching' on the emotional support stray cats have proven to offer the homeless and those otherwise down on their luck.

Your apartment is nicer than Adams by half a mile, at least. Twelve hundred square feet, two bedrooms for the off chance someone has to move in. White walls, dark brown hardwood flooring, marble countertops in the bathrooms and kitchens, up-to-date appliances wherever such appliances are necessary. It's a good place, ten minutes out from your college campus by car, and you have every intent to keep living there and paying the rent attached once you're done with your PhD.

You and Adam debate dinner but decide to eat it later, go to your room while you talk idly. Adam tells you about his job, you tell him more about the professors who you like, and life carries on.

Adam relaxes in your room while you shower, happy to test the camera he'd bought in the charity shop by taking a photo of a polaroid you'd snapped the previous weekend. Adam has a love-hate relationship with the polaroid because of how goofy it is--it's a photo of him with two cigarettes in his mouth, one behind each of his ears, and one in his hand. They were horrendous cigarettes so the photo wasn't a waste, and he knew you loved it so he let it be.

You come out after fifteen minutes, hair damp as you wear one of Adams shirts and not much else. He grins as you settle into bed, head tilting at you before the question befalls his lips.

"How would you feel if I were to do what Aurelie practically demanded of me?" He asks, unawares as to whether or not you'd heard her remarks. "If I kissed you a thousand times?"

You ghost your teeth over your bottom lip, laughing softly. "You really think you'd be able to keep track?" Adams hand finds your thigh as he nods, palm running across it until he reaches your hip.

"I do," he says. "And besides--I think we kiss at least two hundred times when I wear the gray sweatpants in autumn anyway."

Your tongue juts out to wet your lip. "Okay," you say, realizing very quickly that 1000 kisses is basically the gateway to bliss. "I'm in."

"Really?" Adam asks, grinning like a fool. "Even if I take it slow and you start despising me for it?"

You nod, laughing a little as Adams lips find yours.

The first kiss is deep and intense, one of Adams hands on your hips as the other moves to up your face.

Adams tongue moves expertly around your mouth, thumb rubbing against the skin of your hip gently as he angles your head so that he can kiss you deeper. You moan into his mouth and he laughs a little, only pulling away when neither of you can breathe.

"999 to go," Adam whispers against your lips, smiling when the sound of your laughter meets his ears.

He kisses along your jawline.

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And then down your neck, tongue joining his lips as his hands move from your hips to your stomach, slowly and steadily inching up your chest.

You're happy to let Adam do as he pleases--it's a good enough gift for hitting twenty-two and because of studying and school getting in the way, you'd not really had much of an opportunity to give him anything significant for his 22nd birthday in the weeks before anyway.

One of your hands finds his hair as his lips remain focused on your neck and you undo the low ponytail he's got it in, moaning out his name as he keeps on going with his kisses.

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His hands keep their steady incline upwards, stopping to tease your nipples as he presses kiss after absolutely intoxicating kiss back up your neck and your jawline, grinning against your jawline when a soft moan falls from your lips and he tucks his knee between your thighs, pressing it against your core.

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He captures your lips in his own, one hand moving up to cradle the back of your head and allow the kiss to deepen. The other one stays carefully focused on your nipple, and you laugh into his mouth as you realize he's fighting the urge to smile.

He pulls away to kiss down the other side of your neck and you manage to regain some of your breath thanks to your best efforts.

"Any regrets yet?"

"None at all," Adam laughs against your neck. "Oh, you're gonna be such a mess when I'm done with you. This is amazing."

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You pull the shirt you'd stolen from Adam off your torso, fighting every single urge you have to grind against his leg as his kisses now start traversing down your chest.

He's the kind of person who commits to an action and it's a very good thing, ordinarily. He wants you to be so kissed up you forget your own name, only really remember his if you remember anyones name at all, and he's committed to that. His kisses will keep slow, his lips glorious and the pressure he puts onto your clit and aching core just enough to make you want to start grinding against him.

He kisses your breasts carefully, takes so much time with your nipples that you're almost completely sure there's a wet spot in his sweatpants from how wet the action has made you, laughs slightly when you moan loudly and become embarrassed.

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"I love it when you get loud for me, baby," he whispers as he moves his lips down your chest and to your navel. You know he's going to take an absurd amount of time to kiss your hips, but you don't mind that.

You've always been particularly insecure about your hips and Adam has spent the majority of your relationship kissing them and holding them and telling you he loves them when your insecurity shines through. You hate your hips and you hate the hip dips you've been saddled with but Adam? You tell Adam he can't kiss your hips and he spends the next hour kissing you and telling you that you and your hips are fuckin' perfect.

He kisses down your navel and, of course, finds your hips. He glances at you for a second, waiting for your consent to kiss them because he knows it's an area of insecurity for you. When you nod, Adam can't fight his smile as he kisses across your stomach to your right hip, which he spends more time on than is probably worth.

He presses kiss after kiss there, probably leaving a hickey in the wake of his lips from his tongues involvement, murmurs an "I love you so much, baby," against your skin as he kisses across your stomach from your right hip to your left.

He takes his time with your left hip just as well, chuckles at the fact that you're so turned on that you've mindlessly let your moans go from quiet to average in terms of sound level because you've mostly stopped caring.

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He kisses down to your dripping cunt, laughs when his lips press themselves against your clit because he knows just how wet he's managed to make you within maybe thirty minutes.

He moves his kisses from your wetness to your inner thighs, happy to kiss them for as long as he wants because he loves your thighs as much as he loves your hips--he loves them wholeheartedly, tells you as much as often as possible.

"Love your thighs, puppy," he whispers, breath ghosting against you in a way that makes you shiver. "You're so fucking perfect, yeah?"

You hum a response, unsure of how you're still even slightly coherent.

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He kisses from your right inner thigh to your left, once again taking his time because of how much he loves them. His hands slip under your thighs to find your hips, and you laugh a little, flustered because the fact of how much he loves your hips and hip dips when they're one of your biggest points of insecurity will never cease to turn you into a blushing idiot.

He laughs against your thigh, eyes keenly watching you. He's always been a bit voyeuristic so the fact that he's watching you is of little surprise, but you don't hate the way that he watches because he looks at you like you're the love of his life.

Granted, he always looks at you like that, but still. It's a nice emotion to register within the levelness of his gaze, the focus swimming in his blue-green eyes muddled by the love and adoration that rears itself upwards whenever he so much as glances in your direction.

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"So perfect," he whispers, kissing from your thigh back to the area just above your clit. He kisses from there back up your stomach, stopping once more to pay an absurd amount of attention to your hips and hip dips before he's kissing over your chest and you're another minute, maybe two, away from being so blissed out that you lose any and all senses of coherency onto which you've previously held.

"Adam," you whisper, saying his name like it's an unanswered prayer in an empty catholic church. "Adam, please."

His knee finds a spot between your legs again, and you moan as he presses it against your clit while his kisses move from your chest back to your neck.

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One of his hands finds your hip, the other one coming up to your lips. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip you take it into your mouth without a second thought, holding Adams gaze.

"Good puppy," he whispers, moaning lowly and pressing his forehead against the left side of your neck. "Oh, you're so good for me."

You moan, rutting your hips against his leg before you can stop yourself. The movement makes Adam grin, lift himself up so that he's staring down at you.

"You're desperate, aren't you?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face. "Keep doing that, mm? Grind against my leg, puppy. I know you want a release."

You moan, setting a pace with your hips as Adam slips his finger from your mouth and moves it to your chest, lips returning to your neck.

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Adams lips remain on your neck, occasionally drifting to your collarbone, upper chest and shoulders. He's relentless with his praise because he knows it's bound to make you melt, and make you melt it absolutely does.

"You're ethereal," he whispers, nipping gently at the skin of your collarbone. "I'm so proud of you, puppy. Workin' so hard to finish with your PhD program, you're fuckin' amazing."

You moan in response, needing more friction. Adam presses his knee against your clit further, adding just a bit more pressure--enough pressure to almost make you lose it.

You moan lewdly, hands slipping underneath his shirt to grip the skin of his back. The action makes Adam laugh, his kisses becoming more slow and deliberate as he starts kissing along your neck and eventually tilts your head up to reach the underside of your jaw.

"You're so perfect," he whispers.

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His kisses traverse back down your neck for what feels like the millionth time, and he kisses your shoulders and collarbone in a way that he knows makes you want him inside you more than will ever be reasonable.

When his kisses move down your chest and he adjusts so that he's not stuck in an uncomfortable position, you whimper at the loss of contact as his leg moves.

He's quick with it, though--one of his hands moves to your clit, rubbing slow circles as he tells you to grind against it in place of his knee.

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Before you can really register it, his lips are pressing kiss after senseless kiss against your inner thighs and you're moaning, begging words falling from your lips because all you want is to feel his tongue pressing flat against you while he slowly thrusts a finger into your folds.

He presses a few kisses against your clit, watching you through his eyelashes.

You look like a picture of bliss--one of your hands clutches the sheets, the other one has pulled itself through your hair so many times that a mess has been made of it, and you're biting your lower lip with anticipation.

His hands slide themselves under your thighs and over your hips, finding their favorite spot as his tongue presses flat against your clit. You press your head into the pillow it rests upon, moaning lewdly at the contact.

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Adams tongue is skilled--eating you out is one of the things that gets you both off the quickest, and because of Aurelies words, you have zero doubt you're in for at least another few orgasms before Adam is done, but the way that his tongue feels against you is so good that you remain entirely unbothered by the idea, focusing on the way that his tongue feels when he presses it flat against your clit and the way that his hands feel as one locates your nipples and the other remains on your hip with the aim of keeping you steady.

When you start helplessly grinding against his face, Adam doesn't stop you. He moans, burying his face in your cunt and letting you ride his face paceless and senseless, clearly just wanting you to cum all over his nose, mouth, and chin.

When you come for the first time that night, you do so with a moan of Adams name before you release over his face. He keeps his tongue on your clit and works you through the aftershocks before he pulls away, lifting himself up to your level again and kissing you soft and slow, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

He cleans his face after your kiss, gets back into bed and presses kiss after kiss against your face, neck, and shoulders, delivering praise to you like it's nothing, and you can tell he means every word.

"You're amazing," he whispers. "You did so good for me, puppy."

Forty minutes of kisses go by, and you're happy to let Adam keep kissing you for the rest of time if he wants to.

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"How many kisses down?" You ask, practically swimming in post-orgasm bliss.

"300," Adam grins cheekily at you. "It's been an hour and a half. That basically sets us up for another four hours."

"What time is it?" You ask. Adam checks the clock.

"About to be six thirty," he says. "We'll be done by around ten if you're still wanting me to actually kiss you a thousand times."

"Do you still want to?"

"I wouldn't tire of kissing you even if I gave it my all, so I'd like to, yeah."

You grin at him, nod. "Please kiss me again."

Adam does as you ask of him, smiling a little bit into the kiss as your hands slip underneath his shirt with the aim of eventually slipping the shirt over his head.

He pulls away to take his shirt and pants off, momentarily feeling guilt for being completely clothed while you were completely exposed.

The guilt fades when you're pulling him back into you by the neck and laughter bubbles up from his throat as he calls you a kiss fiend and moves to press kisses along your jawline.

You let him kiss you senseless, counting down the kisses while you have half the mind to do so, before he's taken you and turned you into a thoughtless, brainless version of yourself that's so clouded by bliss that any other emotion pushing past the weightlessness of how you'll feel is completely and totally inconceivable.

Adam has kissed you one hundred and fifty five more times across forty-five minutes by the time that you lose focus, as he's telling you to turn around so that he can kiss your back and you're doing as he asks because of how good the kisses feel and the fact that you never want them to stop.

He kisses along your shoulder blades, down the backs of your arms and the back of your neck, praising you and making sure you're not completely and totally blissed out by asking you to use your words and tell him how good it feels.

He kisses the backs of your hips, smiles against your skin and then turns you back around, kisses your lips sweetly as his hand trails down your chest, past your stomach, to your clit. He laughs, presses a kiss against your forehead when he presses his finger against your clit and you moan because it's throbbing and the touch feels amazing.

"Adam," you whisper. "Please."

Adam nods, rubs slow circles around your clit as his lips press themselves against your neck.

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The pace he sets with his finger is slow, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your neck as you slip further and further into the bliss of it all. You're pretty much content to let Adam do whatever he wants to you at this point, all of the stress from completing your thesis and trying to figure out plans with Aurelie and Sam to celebrate your birthday melting away with every single one of Adams kisses and the pressure of his fingers.

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Adam replaces his fingers with his thumb, pulls you into an open-mouthed kiss as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you.

You moan into his mouth, grinding against his fingers slowly.

"So good for me, puppy," Adam whispers against your lips. "God, you're so perfect."

You moan again in response, and Adams lips dip to your collarbone, paying attention to it like he hasn't since the kisses began. He fucks you with his fingers as his lips press kiss after fervent kiss against your shoulders, collarbone, and chest, dick throbbing because he hasn't let himself come yet.

When you're coming for the second time, Adam is kissing you and you're practically floating, willing to do any and everything he asks of you. His kisses are perfect and he knows how to make you teeter on the edge of release until he's ready to let you go, and he does such, kissing you senseless until he curls his fingers inside you with each of his thrusts and you're coming undone around his fingers within five minutes after those ministrations had begun.

You moan his name into his mouth, and he pulls away from the kiss as you clench around his fingers.

Clean up is simple enough--after he's kissed you through the aftershocks and pulled his fingers out of you, he simply licks his fingers clean while you watch him, dazed but mesmerized.

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"Adam," you whisper. "There are condoms in my nightstand. Need to feel more than your fingers."

"Y/N--" two times across three hours feels like a stretch, and he knows you have zero intention to go to class for the rest of the week because you've finished up with your thesis and thus, there's no point until you have to pass it in on it's due date, but still. Adam doesn't want to leave you so sore that you can't walk when you're a college student with more things to worry about than he.

"Please," you whisper. "I'll be fine, I promise. I had hoped the 1000 kisses thing would mean I got fucked senseless anyway. I already told my professors not to expect me for another week because of how much work I've done, and how badly I need a break. I need to feel you and you're throbbing because you've only fucked me with your tongue and your fingers, so it's a win-win situation."

Adam presses another two kisses to your forehead before he rolls over in the bed to grab a condom. He takes off his boxers as you tear the condom open, rolling it onto his length and relishing in the way that he moans at the contact of your hand with his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," he moans quietly.

You let him position himself at your entrance, moan at every inch he pushes into you because of how good it feels. Adams cock is long and thick and nothing you'll ever get tired of.

Once his full length is inside you, he moans, pressing his forehead into the pillow to the right of your head as one of your hands finds his hair and the other rests on his neck. Your thighs move to wrap around his waist, and he kisses the side of your jawline as he waits for you to adjust.

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When you give Adam the okay to start moving, he does so, his lips pressing kisses just about wherever they can reach.

It doesn't take Adam very long to make you see stars, the kisses that he delivers adding to the mindlessness of the way you feel. Every single minute that passes and you get closer and closer to forgetting what your own name is, Adams name the only clear thought that runs through your mind, repeating itself over and over like a mantra that only barely manages to keep you from floating away.

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Adam keeps going after you've released and you're happy to let him, the feeling of him inside you too good to do anything but relish in. He moans your name in between his kisses, chasing the high of his own orgasm while also wanting to bring you to the edge of a fourth.

"Fuck," he moans. You're practically brainless beneath him, a cock-drunk mess of moans as your nails dig into his back and the hand that's kept a hold on his hair holding it so that it doesn't fall to the side because you'd taken the elastic out of it without thinking.

"Adam," you moan, his name the only coherent thought you have.

"You feel amazing," he responds, kissing your forehead. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good around me, mm?"

You moan in response and his kisses return to your neck, kissing along the underside of it and up to the underside of your jaw before his lips move back to your shoulders again.

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He's apologizing lightly for a hickey that forms on your neck as he continues thrusting, and you're so blissed out from being fucked into the mattress that you tell yourself you'll give him a response later.

He slows the pace of his thrusts enough to drive you up the wall just a little, keeps that pace while he kisses you senseless for a long fifteen minutes before he kicks the pace back up again, dialing it from a six to an eleven within seconds.

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Adams pace is quick, evenly timed, and perfect. You can hardly control how loud your moans start getting and Adam loves it, laughs when you press your forehead into the side of his neck in a break where he'd stopped kissing you because of your embarrassment.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed, puppy," he whispers, kissing your forehead. You hum your disagreement and he kisses you as deeply as either of you can manage, hand cradling your neck to allow the kiss to be so deep.

He pulls away and presses his lips across your chest again, keeping count where you've lost the ability to because of how fucked out you're starting to feel.

One hundred more kisses pass you by, and by that point Adams kicked the pace up just enough.

You come with a whisper of his name, saying it like it's the most meaningful word you'll ever speak. Adams teeth bite gently against your neck and he moans your name as your fourth release triggers his first, and he releases into the condom.

After thrusting into you through the post-orgasm aftershocks, Adam pulls out. He disposes of the condom while you go pee to avoid a UTI, and when you're back in bed, Adams lips are kissing you again and you're so blissed out that all you can do is stare at him lovingly.

The last two hundred kisses go by within fifteen minutes, Adams lips soft against your skin as he delivers whispered praise and sweet nothings in between each of the kisses he drops over your face, your arms, your hips, stomach, and thighs.

When he leaves, you're smiling like a buffoon and so happy your heart could melt with the joy you feel. He gets a bath going and then helps you to the bathroom, helps you into the bathtub while he reaffirms that he's proud of you for all the work you'd done with your thesis and acknowledges how hard it's been for you.

You let Adam wash your hair, exhausted and still not very coherent as he does so. It's very easy to melt into him and the way that his hands feel, and you let yourself do so without a second thought.

You agree to order pizza as a late-night dinner--it's nearly ten o'clock by the time you're both discussing it--and Adam helps you out of the bathtub, gets you to sit on the toilet while he blowdries your hair and leads you back to the bedroom.

He laughs when you point out the drawer of clothes you have that belong to him, kissing your forehead and making a remark about a pair of sweatpants he's not seen in close to two years. He gets dressed in the clothes from that drawer, helps you do the same because every single one of your limbs feels like Jell-o--completely and utterly unstable.

He grabs your phone from where you keep it, on the television stand in your living room, orders your birthday pizza while the two of you lay in your bed.

"Happy birthday," he says after the phone call is done and the pizza order is placed.

"Thank you," you hum, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He grins a little, runs a hand through your hair and hums contentedly.

"I love you," he whispers after silence has settled.

"I love you more," you respond, half-asleep but so content your chest aches with it.

Adam presses a kiss to your forehead, holds you close and for a minute, feels as though letting you go is an impossible feat, hopes that nothing ever comes around to separate the two of you from one another.

His gaze shifts from you to the window, hand running through your hair as he watches the sky and listens to the sounds of the outdoors at two hours before midnight.

He's so content it makes him ache, and he knows you feel the same.

All in all, you have to think, as you drift off, that it's your best birthday yet.

[szilverer]

SO much has happened in these past few days development-wise (finishing MYN, started zailing & evolution) but instead of sketching all that my brain is still stuck in godfall (AMAZING writing there btw i been missing the weird stuff ever since i finished LF) + the massive Shapeling Arts grind i did there. more specifically, what reisz would attempt with their new knowledge.

why make entire new limbs when you can just make more bones? very hard and very, very sharp extra bones?

behold. (art under the cut bc i think it counts as body horror? theres no guts hanging out or anything tho but just to be safe.)

ofc, this is just the start. they'll do worse eventually. also don't mind their nakedness they didnt wanna ruin their clothes.

a lil context:

Their first dangerous weapon was, naturally, A Facial Scar. So i took that literally- their first mentor was a beast, it makes sense they'd learn to fight like one: completely barehanded. And well, their other mentors were soldiers of skite. All in all, one could say these Estival days completely broke their sense of pain & self-preservation. (if they ever had one to begin with. maybe that was proof they didn't)

A wound; another. A third between the first two. The soldier marks you like the pages of a prayerbook, pain after pain after pain. Afterwards, they daub your wounds themselves, in sweet Huzzite honey.

Their fighting style consists of getting up close and personal, using their entire body to slam into you and pin you down to dish damage. If you fight with a sword, they won't let you keep enough distance to swing it. If you use something like knife they're gonna make sure you stab their arms instead of their vitals.

They did learn the basics with weapons, but another consequence of killing themself smashing their skull in was that for the longest time, their fine motor control was... unreliable. They had trouble writing and eating, things just fell out of their hands all the time.

things got better as their brain healed over time but its still not the quite same. nowadays they struggle with unlearning the overcompensation strategy of putting too much strength on their grip.

So, yeah they never became truly comfortable fighting holding weapons. It was much easier to simply hone their own body into a weapon instead. That's half the reason they work out (the other half being that Hephaesta had fun strength training with a partner).

The next logical step with Monstrous Anatomy 7? Fangs and claws, naturally. Some reflective eyeshine too as a treat. They enjoy how they can put these away and make them come out at will with Shapeling Arts too.

And then they remembered all these Headless Skeleton friends they got from the Starved Embassy and got the idea to train shaping new bones on their Godfall Pilgrimages ^_^ yay!!

St Stalactite is their new homie btw but they try not to think too hard about their first meeting bc it makes them. sad. for some reason.

anywho, reisz gets weirder and creepier by the day. guess such is the nature of living in the neath......

[elkkiel]

Random questions to get to know you better! What was the first thing about Sleep Token that made you decide to keep listening/interacting with the fandom (doesn't have to be how you found them originally)? What inspired drawing them as cute cats? If there was one thing you wanted people to know about you, what would it be? - whataboutyouisamascot 🌿

@whataboutyouisamascot hello darling Z!!!! it is good to see you here, happy timezone!!

What was the first thing about Sleep Token that made you decide to keep listening/interacting with the fandom?

I tend to get really fixated on a particular artist/genre, and won't be able to listen to or enjoy other music while I'm stuck in that fixation. At the time I first heard ST (recc'd by a coworker), I was in one of those music phases where I could only listen to Spiritbox. Like, I listened to The Summoning and I couldn't even finish it, because it wasn't the music my brain worms were demanding at the time. Vess' voice was also a bit of an acquired taste for me (I understand the peanut butter comments tbh), but it's definitely akin to getting used to drinking scotch—it (in general) may not taste very good when you first start out, but DAMN is it delicious once you've acclimated to it. He's got that smooth whiskey/silky red wine voice, and I wish more people gave themselves a chance to appreciate a unique voice like his (100% /pos)

Getting into it, it was the lore, general vibes, and the drumming; I have been a ii girly from day 1 lol, he really is that special ingredient that makes the whole recipe come together. Once I was released from my Spiritbox phase, of course. Some newer followers may not know, but I'm a veteran Dream stan (not active at all right now, but the grind never truly stops) all the way back from 2020, peak DSMP. So I've always been a sucker for a good story in alternative mediums like that. The fandom is just the right balance of gay autistic nerd energy that I thrive in, so it felt really natural to find a home here 🩷

What inspired drawing them as cute cats?

I've always drawn them as cats. Save for like a few Human People here and there. My first fanart was my fandom newcomer's impression of Vessel, with little extra context, as a cryptid cat man lol. From there, it was shitposting about him as my fave cat memes, cat BTTV emotes, etc. I am very much a cat enjoyer, and just kinda stumbled into it being my "brand" purely from the love of it.

Also I find the cute kitties to be a little personally healing. Between uni, finally getting mental illness treatment, being in an abusive relationship and still recovering from the aftermath, etc etc, I lost a LOT of fundamental art skills. Like human body/facial anatomy because I was just too burnt out, busy, or depressed to draw. Cats make me happy, and cats are a little easier than people. So I can draw what I love while I try to heal and find those skills again.

If there was one thing you want people to know about you, what would it be?

Hmmm, trying to figure out how to word this lol. I think, overall, that I mean well with everything that I say and do. I fuck up sometimes with tone and/or assuming people know I'm being over the top or sarcastic. But I actively check myself before I post and make sure everything I put out into the world is in good faith.

For example, I'm faaaaar less horny on main than I portray myself—in fact, I'm actually a pretty committed Christian, so I'm not comfortable being 100% /srs horny on main even if I wanted to lol. I just find it fun to play up the rabid fangirl and go over the top with thirst tagging. I'll be real, they're fucking HOT lmaoooo, sue me. But any "sexualization" I do is always a bit, since I don't know these people and there's a veeeery slippery slope between gushing over hot guys and straight up objectification. If that makes sense.

OR, I also like insult-based affection for friends (eg. if you are friends with me you are a stupid idiot baby nerd and I love you). But my neurodivergent ass, similar to thirst posting, sometimes has a hard time reading the tone of the convo and can accidentally go a little far with things. I never ever want to hurt anyone, much less actually insult people I like!! So I wish I could organically give a disclaimer that it's all 100% out of love and to let me know if I missed the mark ;w;

Sorry that was long, it's just the one part of interaction I get nervous about so I feel the need to over-explain

thank you for taking the time to ask!! I really appreciate it 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[youdontknowhowtodiequietly]

This is mad long, bare with, or don't lmao

TW's for: References to depression, r*pe, a*use towards women, and a bunch of other women rights related issues. I don't go in depth, but they are very much there. Be careful. Look after your mental health, please. Also a smidgen of spoilers for the Barbie movie at the end.

So, this whole tangent began with the Barbie movie. I've wrote all my thoughts down in a notebook, that's how I know what I'm going to type - vaguely. This will seem insane to have come from the Barbie movie, but I think it will hopefully be coherent. (Not like anyone will read this, lol. I am NOT anywhere near popular enough for this to even get a comment but here we go)

Right. A bit of context to my life. Since I was about 14, I have always felt that I am some sort of trans. For a while I thought I was non-binary, then I thought I was gender-fluid, then (a recent development) I thought I was a guy. So, you can imagine the absolute loop I have been thrown through when I realised that what I might have been feeling is internalised, borderline, misogyny.

Wild right? Let me explain.

Since I was 11, I have repeatedly heard the horrors of being female in this world. The rape/murders that happen on a daily basis. The horrors towards women in the past. The continued disregard for female autonomy. The abuse faced at the hands of people who are supposed to protect us. It's all horrific. Not only this, but I have seen, heard, learnt, about the way society completely destroys women. The lack of acknowledgement for the pain of females', the constant dismissal of mental illnesses, physical illnesses and disabilities (this also happens with males, too, I am aware, especially in the mental health department, but this section of this post is about people with the female anatomy.) The blatant disregard towards women who report abusive partners or stalkers is disgusting. (And that is just in 1st World countries where human rights are supposed to be the best. The horrors that happen in other countries are worse, but I am writing about what I know. I cannot say anything about other countries other than I know that there are some truly atrocious things happening to women in a lot of them because I am not educated on those situations. But believe me, I see it.) I see people AFAB lament the horrors of having the female anatomy. The wish to not have periods, or a uterus at all. The constant pressure put on women to look a certain way all the time. To not be too thin or too fat, not have too much hair but have enough that it doesn't look like you're trying too hard, etc. Honestly, the Gloria speech in Barbie is the best one I have ever heard about what it's like to be a woman. I see people expressing disgust at pregnancies, how they never wish to have one because it'll make them look ugly, or because of the complications that come with it. I have seen it, and do see it, all. For the past 7 years I have seen it all.

Can you imagine how much that has f-ed me up? I'm sure you can, because I'm sure it's also true for a lot of you.

All of this has made me hate the idea of being a woman.

When I was in my early years of high school (I'm in the UK and we start high school at 11 and finish at 16) I always said how I would "love to be a boy" because I always saw it as easier. I hated being a girl because everything was so shit. And that carried on into my later years of high school.

As I was introduced to the wonderful different gender identities that exist, I began reading and hearing stories of how trans/non-binary/gender-fluid, etc, people felt before they realised they were what they are. And I thought, "oh, damn. That me." So I began experimenting with labels. But even whilst I did that, whilst I played around with pronouns, names, hairstyles, clothing, I always felt this deep want to wear pretty dresses and have long hair. But I rejected those wants because I was "trans/non-binary/gender-fluid now and if I want those things then I can't be any of those." Which, yes, I know, is very binary of me. I understand that anyone can wear pretty dresses and skirts and have ling, flowy hair that they place sparkly pins in. I know. But you have to understand how damn difficult it is to ignore the stuff you have been taught all your life. I wanted to be called she/her but at the same time rejected those feelings because the thought of being a woman made me sick.

But then I watched the Barbie movie.

Now, I don't remember my childhood much. I don't know if it was what you would call "traditional girlhood." But I know it was good. And I know many AFAB have experienced horrendous childhoods, which hurts me to think about every time. But when I saw the ending of the Barbie movie. When the videos of those girls and women were playing. I felt something in me. I'm sure you've all heard different renditions of how the montage made women feel, and a lot of them is how I would describe how I felt. So, I won't get into it. But just know I felt a shift in me.

As well as that montage, other things in the movie got to me. The inherent femininity of it, for one. I know from discussions with other people, and from seeing many videos/blogs online, that what I'm going to mention is a common experience for a lot of AFAB. I hated the colour pink. Despised it. I only very very recently, before the Barbie movie, began admitting that the colour wasn't so bad. But the Barbie movie made me think that, omg, I might actually love the colour. Alongside the colour pink, I loved the outfits of the Barbies'. They were so freeing to see. As I wrote previously, I wanted to wear pretty skirts and dresses and have pretty hairstyles, but always refused to acknowledge that. Seeing the Barbies' in their overtly feminine clothing (again, I know I'm leaning into gender binary but please give me some slack. It's hard to write when you're not a novelist) made me feel giddy. I saw them and was like "pretty pretty pretty" and not just because all the women were beautiful lmao. It lit up a spark of joy in me seeing them dress in those clothes. That's how I can best describe my feelings. I just suddenly felt that I could wear those things. Weird, huh?

Another thing in the movie is the portrayal of happy older women.

This again links with the video montage, but also links with the old lady at the beginning of the movie saying she knows she's beautiful, with Ruth Handler being so gentle with Stereotypical Barbie and not ridiculing her for being stupid or naive. It also links with Gloria. I freaking loved Gloria. All of these portrayals made me so happy because it gave me a sudden sense of hope that I will be okay one day.

As someone with severe depression and probably autism/ADHD, who doesn't remember not being depressed, that really spoke to me. These women were happy. They were okay with themselves. No, the LOVED themselves. It was beautiful.

This movie healed me, just a bit, and let me make the first real steps to healing fully. I'm still not 100% sure about my gender identity, but tbh I don't quite care. I'm starting to wear makeup often, starting to take care of my body better. I also bought a cute little Stitch dress lmao, and a white, frilly tank-top with purple flowers on it. I'm embracing my feminine side and I've never felt more free.

It's a wonderful feeling. I'm surprised myself that this all came from a Barbie movie. But, at the same time, I think I was beginning to realise this about myself before the movie. Having finished college and not needing to worry about Uni as I'm not going has given me the freedom to actually look at myself, internally, and ask "what do I feel?" Again, linking back to the Barbie movie when Ruth says, "Take my hands...Now, feel." And I have done. I've asked what my brain needs, and it's full of pretty dresses and pretty hairstyles and warmth and a want to live again.

I'm aware that this may seem silly to a lot of people. Maybe even childish. But I don't care. And that's a lot for an 18 year old to say, because many people my age, and older, do care. A lot.

This has just been an introspection, but I chose to share it because maybe it will help other people.

(Also, heavy disclaimer if you got this far. I don't know what terms are still used now, or how they're used. And writing about girl/womanhood and femininity whilst also trying to be inclusive to those who have the female anatomy but don't identify as a woman, and those who don't have the female anatomy but identify as women is very difficult. So, I deeply apologise if I used the term AFAB wrong, or if it is no longer an accepted term. Also, if anything else in this post is wrong/offensive or incorrect, again I'm sorry. Please let me know what is wrong and how to fix it and I will do my best to edit this post with the updated terminology/fixes.)

[angel-wings-and-quiet-things]

I had an exam today, and it made me realize that we're getting into exam season. So, I figured I'd share what I do personally to make exams way easier on myself. For context, this is from someone with ADHD who loves taking tests but hates the anxiety. I'm... five years? Into college by now.

The first thing you should do is use any scrap paper/writeable test provided to write down the important things you remember. If you need to know a mathematical formula, memorize what you can and write it immediately to make a cheat sheet type of thing. I've never seen anyone suggest this, even if it seems like common sense.

As you go through the test, make a key for yourself. Mine looks like this: cross off question numbers with one slash if I've completed it, two if I'm absolutely positive about the answer. Unanswered questions are not modified. This allows you to see at a glance what you have yet to answer. Talley up the questions you're sure about and calculate how many points it is (this helps my anxiety so much; it's very helpful knowing that I have at least 34 points that I'm positive about).

Don't feel pressured to answer everything in order. Sometimes, a later question will answer a previous one.

Cram sessions will often hurt you; I personally try to find small ways to study. Currently, I'm in anatomy and physiology, and happen to be a huge horror fan; naturally, my way of studying is staring at skeletons in games and identifying the bones on them. It's a great break from being chased by horrifying creatures.

Don't be too hard on yourself. School isn't always everything. It's important and should be taken seriously, yes, but there's more to life than this one exam. It's about balance.

Spend time away from the material! I like playing games with friends the night before and taking out my materials for short study bursts while I'm dead in-game. It's a great way to make progress while not overloading your brain. This may not work for everyone, though, so try it out on something with lower stakes first.

Do your homework without your notes first! Self-explanatory.

Find creative ways to study. I once heard thequeerkiwi say something about learning Korean using Peppa Pig, and I read a few articles about total immersion/survival language... so sometimes I set my games to my target language rather than my native one, or I play games with voice acting in my target language and try to translate it myself rather than just ignoring the parts I don't understand. One of these feels more effective (and it's the voice acting). International music is also good for this.

This is going to sound bad... but show off a little when you're allowed to. It really boosts your confidence and motivates you to keep learning/remember the material. Teach someone the material.

Okay, that's all. Good luck!

[brooklynislandgirl]

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

What kind of things are they into?

Are they a virgin? When did they lose their virginity? If they haven’t, do you think they ever will? Are they waiting for someone special, or do they just not care?

Some Like It...Mild || Accepting

Beth imagines that given Kit is a therapist, questions asked of friends like this would be far down on her list of interesting things. But then again, she can only imagine the rumours Kit's heard over the last years; the ones about her and Andy, the ones about her being a tease, a tart, a nun. And rather than taking them to heart or becoming part of the gossip mill, the other woman decides to tackle them head on, with an open honesty that have nothing to do with the cocktails and the Grey's Anatomy binge watch from the beginning. The first question is really quite an innocent one, and she has to smile. Soft-ball pitch, she appreciates that. "I t'ink it all depends on da context, yeah? I have…curiosity. All kinds of movies, shows, books…all of it…make it seem so easy, so natural. I lissen t' my braddah's stories. I seem people a' work always turnin' up wit' someone new, talkin' about da kine… Tender an' stuff." Clearly, she means Tinder. "But I jus'…don' get it? I mean I can tell when someone is conventionally or uniquely good lookin' based on societal culture an' norms. I know how alla parts fit togeddah. But I sometimes have questions an' mebbe dat seems shameless but how I'm suppose to find out if I don' aks questions, right? So I guess…dat's somet'ing you're gonna hafta judge for yaself. But da more detail, easier it is to make me blush." The next is harder and it shows on her face with furrowed brows and her lips twisted to the side. "Patience…in understandin' I don' have da same drive as mebbe someone else. Kindness and gentility. Test biting, of course. Someone who understan' what dey like, an' not afraid t' tell me. Dancing." Beth doesn't really require much, she isn't high maintenance, and she's a blank slate in many ways. And yet…it's still hard to fit other people's requirements. The third question and its little question chicks are the hardest, the ones that bring the most colour to her face, and Beth downs two vodka jello-shots along with the rest of her espresso martini. "I am, yeah. Mos'ly because…I haven't really…" What? Fallen in love? How many women don't hold that up as concrete criteria? That she hasn't felt the desire? She has but it was fleeting and not enough to act on. The truth is that she hasn't really met anyone who have wanted her. For the night? Sure. Shake a stick with interns and attendings and you'll break it for all the hits but Beth isn't interested in that. She wants…needs…something more. "I mean I'd like t' t'ink dat it'll happen some day, don't we all? But I don' really care enough to pursue it, an' I no can say I really believe dat dere's someone out dere for me." She shrugs. "Wha' about you? What made you do it, dat first time? Did ya evah regret bein' wi' someone aftawards? Did you feel same-same desire after havin' children? Is dere somet'ing you're hoping to find wi' my braddah?"

[integrated-jebculus]

quarter 3

I have noticed a pattern in the last two quarters so far. The first half of each quarter, usually, is easier to grasp. The second half... is not. This quarter is no exception.[a]

I have also noticed that this quarter's lessons actually relied a lot on being able to picture things in your head. Because we don't exactly have a 3D modelling software to do the work for you (the applets on the GeoGebra website come close), you have to imagine that this line on a 2D space rotates this way and forms either a disk or a washer depending on how the rectangle is oriented or where it ends according to the bounds. This came as no challenge to me, as an artist who is actively working with 3D shapes to be able to draw human and animal anatomy accurately. Actually calculating their volume is the new part.[c] But even that I managed to grasp in the end, perhaps even more so than all the others--it was the first lesson I actually had a full understanding of, because it actually is simple. Does the rectangle hit the axis? You have a disk, and you only need one integral for this. Does the rectangle stop just units above or before the axis? You have a washer, and you have to take into account the radius of the hole too. It uses pretty much the same principle as calculating the area of a certain region within a bigger plane, or something of the sort.[f]

I still find it incredibly funny that finding the arc length and finding the centroid of a plane are placed right next to each other. I found the first absolute hell because I actually had to harken back to integration techniques I had long forgotten[e,g]. and I found a semi-practical use for the second in a Minecraft server of all places[d]. For context, a standard 2D map of a Minecraft world uses the x-z coordinate plane to denote coordinates, in which a single point is defined as a "block". This is how I found out that the designated center of this certain build in the Minecraft server is not the center; rather, it has been placed one block off the true center. This is a detail that will possibly haunt me forever, but this does not change the fact that somehow, this goofy little activity I did while I was incredibly bored drilled the practicality of the lesson into my brain. Sure, it may not be a real-life application, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I appreciated it nonetheless. I learned that I can drive myself to learn a lesson back from scratch if I can apply to something tangible, like one of my favorite pastimes in this case[b].

Clockwise from top: my solution, the corresponding graph superimposed on the map, and an in-game screenshot of the true center (469, 81, -1581). Note that the block behind my character is the supposed center.

How can I be able to apply all of these lessons outside of the Cartesian plane? It is already a given in finding the volume of a cylinder, but with a lesson that requires the use of coordinates (e.g. finding the centroid of a plane), is there a certain way to write the "coordinates" of the true center of an object in the real world[h]?

Get through it. That is the goal I want to set for myself in the coming quarter. Get through it, and promise yourself to make things better[i]. Get through it, and it'll be over soon[j].

[hanaaamaryam]

What makes us change, and what are the things we cannot change about ourselves?

Understanding the problem:

Actions have causes;

Whatever it is that person is doing, there is a cause for how someone is. If this cause is persistent, it is who that person is. We are our pre-existing conditions.

Actions are ongoing;

Our actions that stem from these causes exude consequences for as long as they persist. To be able to change these consequences is what it means to change.

Then:

Change those causes - Some causes can be undone.

Overpower those causes - Some causes can be overcome.

Everything else will remain the same.

A. What cannot be undone or overcome cannot change, and is the essence of who we really are, forever.

Incremental change is easier but often temporary. Drastic change is harder, but is more effective. To say a paradigm shift or a new belief changes people is easier said than done. Where would such a thing come from? How would one obtain it intentionally?

To be more specific, some notable agents of change:

Events; Our past is a wealth of events, and they stick intellectually and emotionally. Many of us are guided by these events. Unfortunately, what is done is done. So the effort here should be focused on how to arrive and achieve the new events that benefit you most. Some events tear us apart. Others will instill positive behavior for the rest of our lives. Ask anyone, and they will be able to share many examples. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Intelligence; In this context, intelligence is overrated. It is very difficult for some piece of acquired knowledge to seriously make any impact. Intelligence is like a house of cards. Most of what you know, fits (think about it). When something new is learned or when you are given a new card, we only accept it if it fits. We resist what could ruin our stacks which we are also emotionally attached to. Hence knowledge alone is rarely enough incentive for any undoing. The entire house needs to be replaced, and your emotional attachment needs overcoming.

Beliefs; This is where magic beats logic. New beliefs can overcome old intelligence. Beliefs are progressive. Once one can believe strongly enough in the progress a belief may grant them, they are suddenly willing to destroy and undo all they have come to know. Of course, the pitfall here is a compelling belief isn't necessarily true. Hence, it is no secret many broken people fall victim to bad cults and cons.

People; We aspire to be like others. Especially at a young age, it is the people we are surrounded by that shape us the most. Many invaluable events spawn from them as well. Often people make all the difference. Never underestimate the power of a fellow human being.

Change; We react to change both internally and externally. Internally, if something changes, rarely does it not nudge something else. And given enough time, nothing stays the same. Be it our environment, the people we're with, our work, the place we live, we will react when any of these things change. Instead of trying to change internally, external change can provide shortcuts. Rehab clinics are a good example of this principle put to practice. We can change inside out, or outside in.

From the perspective of someone who wants to change intentionally, they would need 3 things:

Intelligence; We need to know how to do it.

Motivation; We need to believe we can get there.

Means; The tools and resources must be available.

That is the anatomy of change.

So can people change?

HELL YES. We all depend on being able to change and improve ourselves. If we can't change, then what is the point? Many depend on others to change also, such as therapists or coaches or doctors or parents. Of course people change, and that is their job. Good change happens.

HELL NO. We all know that person who hasn't, won't, can't, or couldn't. For some it is themselves. Some change never happens. The hurdle is too high.

Most intentional change is incremental. We can do it, but in moderation. Most drastic change is accidental, or governed by external forces of nature and circumstance. It is hard to be drastic, and it is hard to see outside one's own paradigm. It can often be harder to even know specifically what change is needed or is possible, even when suffering could never be more obvious.

For real, genuine, deep change to happen, the most essential requirement is accurately understanding thy self.

But who are we really?