#you will get no further information on any of them

[jastrzwolvar]

Also important to think about why the paperwork might be on that person’s desk - is it part of their job to handle that specific paperwork? Was there a filing error and now they have to take time out of their day to get it to the right person? Has this been escalated up to them? Did that person offer to handle it personally because everyone else was fucking it up? That can add a lot of flavour to the situation.

I’ll also add some handy medical ones;

- patient records, which have to contain accurate information that will also be passed onto other care providers in the future. Patients/owners (if veterinary) can also request to see these so they need to be very professionally written, and they have to be handled carefully due to things like data protection regulations and client confidentiality.

- incident reports again, but of specific flavours: incorrect medication/dose/time, injuries like needle sticks and bites, infectious disease exposure

- insurance claim forms

- cadaver forms. In veterinary these are pretty quick but it is so, SO important they are written correctly and that the name is legible! (Otherwise ashes might come back with the wrong name on the casket and then there are more forms to do)

- return forms for all sorts of items

- controlled drug books! You think we get to run around with things like morphine all Willy-nilly? Think again! There are record keeping books that have to be filled in very carefully, protocols for moving drugs between cupboards, documents to sign when you have keys to the cupboard. Things have to be sealed and formally investigated even if you lose the keys for 5 minutes. If you discover an error 50 lines back in the drug book? Either there needs to be an investigation if the math don’t add up, or if it was just someone wrote a case number wrong? Guess what, all 50 lines have to be re-written because you can’t cross out or modify the entry in any way! Or, a senior might be able to do a form to fix it!

- not paperwork as such, but Continued Professional Development (CPD) is mandatory for medical professionals. It can take many forms, but you have to meet a minimum number of hours of further learning every year and you have to log it too. Want to stress out your doctor? CPD deadline is in 2 weeks and they’ve not done any! Guess whose free time is about to be spent watching online seminars and logging it all!

- update emails. In my workplace, the overnight vets have to send an email in the morning with an overnight update for all the in-patients in their department. This includes a brief history, their current status, and the plan for the day.

- patient transfer forms. Want someone else to take this patient? Write a form justifying why, with all relevant history please.

We don’t talk enough about how fanfiction writers love to give character large amounts of non-specific paperwork they hate doing

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

For some people, just reading facts is less educational than actively engaging with them - so here’s a little pop quiz on HIV transmission! 

I’ll tell you some scenarios and you can try to answer if you think you could get HIV that way or not. You’ll find the correct answers under the cut! 

You go swimming with some friends. You later learn that one of them is HIV-positive. You were in the water at the same time. 

You had sex without a condom. It was with your long-term partner and it’s a closed relationship (neither of you has sex with others). You both got tested early on in the relationship, both were negative, but it has been some years since then. 

You got so drunk at a party that you don’t fully remember what happened. You believe you may have had sex with someone there but, for the life of you, you just can’t remember who it was or if you used protection. 

You had to pee really really bad while out and about, so you ended up using a public restroom that was pretty gross and dirty. 

You went on a couple dates with someone. You kissed a few times but didn’t go any further. They just contacted you and told you they tested positive for HIV. 

You live with a roommate. They had some friends over and you just realized one of them apparently used some of the body lotion you were storing in the bathroom. 

You had casual sex with someone. You used a condom but they later on told you that it slipped off during the act and that they didn’t say anything to not ruin the mood. 

One of your friends is HIV-positive. You often hug them or you snuggle while watching tv together. Sometimes you even share a drink (from the same cup). 

You used what you believed to be your own lip balm. You feel grossed out when you realize it’s not yours: your coworker accidentally put theirs in your coat pocket. 

You are in a long term relationship and are regularly sexually active without a condom. You just learned your partner cheated on you multiple times. 

Correct answers below the cut: 

1.No risk. HIV cannot survive in water and is not transmitted through casual contact.

2.No risk (if everyone is honest). If neither of you has had any other partners since the tests, and you haven’t been exposed to HIV through other means, there’s no risk. (However, if there is any uncertainty (you worry they may lie about not sleeping with anyone else etc.), it’s a good idea to get retested!) 

3. Potential risk. Unprotected sex can transmit HIV, so it’s recommended to get tested if you’re uncertain about protection use or the partner’s status.

4. No risk. HIV is not transmitted through surfaces, including toilets, regardless of cleanliness.

5. No (to extremely low) risk. HIV is not transmitted through saliva, so kissing does not pose a risk. (The only risk would be if both of you had sores or bleeding gums and blood from the HIV-positive partner gets into the bloodstream of the HIV-negative partner. This is extremely unlikely.)

6. No risk. HIV does not survive well outside the human body and is not transmitted through sharing personal care items like lotion.

7. Potential risk. If the condom slipped off, there may have been some exposure to bodily fluids, which could transmit HIV. Testing is advised. (Side note: Consent is only true consent if everyone is informed on what’s going on. In this scenario, you did not consent to having sex without a condom! Regardless of them not wanting to “ruin the mood”: That’s a form of sexual assault.) 

8. No risk. HIV is not transmitted through casual skin contact like hugging or snuggling. HIV is also not spread through saliva (drinking from the same cup). 

9. No risk. HIV cannot survive well outside the body and is not transmitted via shared lip balm.

10. Potential risk. If your partner has had other partners, there is a risk of exposure. Testing is recommended. 

How many did you get right? 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[shroomdreams]

Bugs In Love

Kafka x Propagation!F!Reader

NSFW

CW: fem reader, sub reader, monster reader, fingering (reader receiving), kafka is written as a transgender woman (words used to describe her genitalia are penis, dick, length, erection), creampie (p in v), hair pulling, breeding kink, breast play, petnames (sweetheart, sweet thing, sweet girl, good girl, baby). 1.7k words A/N: This is my first time writing for a transgender woman! I hope I was able to do her justice, please let me know if any sections of this fic were offensive in any way!

Your work with the Stellaron Hunters is quite simple, all things considered. You would send your spawn off into the stars to collect intel on where the next Stellaron would be, and in return, you would be offered protection from any dangers that may come your way. All things considered, you have it pretty good. The Hunters themselves treated you well, you had a place to stay and safely Propagate, you couldn’t ask for more. It was almost perfect.

Almost.

In the few years you’ve worked with the Stellaron Hunters, you’ve grown to have feelings towards Kafka. Nobody could blame you, to be fair. Despite how ruthless she could be, Kafka never once treated you with any sort of disrespect, even asking about your spawn whenever the little creatures made it back. She smiles at you, watching as you collect your children in your arms and coo, strange noises soothing the restless little things.

“I’m curious,” Kafka began, watching you hug your latest batch of eggs. “How long do your kids live for?”

“Well… They don’t live that long,” You say, a claw gently running across the surface of one of your eggs. “Not unless someone provides… ‘genetic material.’” Kafka raises an eyebrow towards you, urging you to provide further information. You blush. “What you call my kids, they’re technically clones of me. They only have my DNA, and can only live for so long before dying off. The only way they could have a longer lifespan is if someone were to… Uhm…” The wine-haired woman leans in. Only now do you realize that she wasn’t wearing her contact lenses, her mauve eyes boring into yours so intensely, it almost derails your train of thought.

“Go on, sweetheart.”

“...Th-the only way my children could have a longer lifespan is if someone w-were to… F-fertilize the eggs in me…”

“Hmmm~”

You’re pretty sure you’re about to faint from how close Kafka is leaning towards you, the scent of her perfume wafting towards your smell receptors. It’s almost similar to your own pheromones… and suddenly you’re acutely aware that you may have been giving off pheromones the entire conversation. Ashamed, you try and turn away from her, only for Kafka’s hand to rest upon your cheek and pull you back towards her. “K-Ka-”

“What if I were to provide such material?” Instinctively you give out a thrill, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment as Kafka laughs. She’s cruel in her teasing, kissing you but just missing your lips. “Aw, don’t be shy, baby. I can just smell how excited you are.” Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how sweet everything smells whenever you’re around. The others thought I was going crazy whenever I pointed it out… But don’t worry~ You’ve been such a good girl for us. It’d be a shame if you got nothing in return for it.”

“Kafka…”

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself laying on your bed, clothes strewn about as Kafka gets to work removing her own clothing. Bug-eyed, you watch as she unbuttons her shirt, making sure your eyes are on her as she sheds the white top. The sight of her bra-clad breasts leave you breathless as she crawls on top of you, making you shy further into the sheets. “Aw, what’s wrong? First time seeing a woman topless?”

“Y-yeah…”

Kafka laughs. She grabs your hands, gently placing them to her tits. Your hands tremble with excitement as you began kneading the flesh, thumbs circling her nipples. Kafka hums appreciatively, buds pebbling through the fabric. “Ah~ Don’t you think it’ll be much fun without… these?” Kafka reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders. You choke at the sight of her breasts, even more when she leans in, practically smooshing your face against them. “Don’t be shy~”

It takes some encouragement for you to start sucking on her tits, lips wrapping around her nipples. Your tongue wraps around the bud, tugging and lathering her flesh. “Fffuck- Good girl. That’s it…~ Mmm. Now do the other one~… Ahhhh, fuck yeah…~” Kafka runs a hand through your hair as you desperately suckle on her other nipple. You yelp when a sharp tug at the roots of your hair forces you off of her, a string of saliva connecting you to her chest. “Easy there, baby,” The little marks you left on her skin make you flush even more, distracted from her shimmying out of her shorts. Its only until Kafka guides your hand towards the space between her legs do you realize-

“Oh… Y-You’re-”

“Yeah? Feel what you do to me?~”

Looking down, you see her panties struggling to contain her erection. An experimental squeeze makes Kafka hiss out. “C’mon… Why don’t you do the honors for me?” With a breath, you sheepishly pull down her underwear. Her penis stands to attention, twitching and leaking precum. Kafka smiles when you lean down, tongue slipping from your mouth. A moan is drawn from her when your tongue wraps around her length, the slimy appendage making her twitch from the stimulation. All you can think about is how hard she is, and how appetizing her cum must be… Yet Kafka yanks at your hair once more. “Ah-ah, sweet thing. D-Didn’t I say I was gonna knock ya up? I don’t wanna waste a single drop…” She purred, laying down next to you. She captures your lips in a kiss, all four of your clawed hands scrambling to hold onto her as she forced her tongue deep inside, saliva mixing together as you moan into the kiss.

“Kafka, p-please!” You gasp, pulling away with a whimper. “I-I want you…!”

“Shh shh, patient baby...”

Kafka pulls off her glove with her teeth, looking you in eye as she does so. You aren’t entirely sure why it makes so all the more excited, but the feeling of her middle finger rubbing up and down along your slit makes you keen. Despite the chitin protecting your body, it all means nothing when Kafka oh so easily slides her digit inside, gently massaging your walls. Your chittering encourages her to add another finger, pumping in and out, slick drenching her hand. Its too much and too little all at once, her fingers sliding against the heat of your warmth.

“I-… Kafka…- Mmmh, I- I w-wa-” You’re cut off when Kafka sheathes her fingers all the way in, knuckle deep in your juices, making you wail from the sudden stimulation. “Please!”

“What do you want, sweet girl? Use your words…~ Otherwise, you’re just gonna have to settle with my fingers.”

You feebly shake your head, a hand weakly grasping at her wrist. “I-I w-want you inside me,” You sob, clenching around her fingers. “I w-want you to fuck me…!”

“Such honesty! I’m so glad we’re working with you~” Kafka pries her fingers from your hole. She pops the appendages into her mouth, moaning shamelessly as she cleans her fingers. You close your eyes as Kafka positions herself in between your legs, extremely aware of her tip pressing up against your slit. “Hey, look at me, won’t you?” Her honeyed voice wraps around your brain, gently massaging your neurons. Your eyes flutter open, whimpering as Kafka smiles at you, her breath somewhat heavy. “Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” Despite how embarrassing it feels, you nod and keep your eyes trained on the space where you and Kafka meet, gripping the sheets and letting out light whimpers when you feel her breach your entrance. Inch by inch, breath by breath, Kafka lets out a sinfully lewd moan as she pushes herself inside. Her penis nuzzles up against your walls, halfway inside as she allows you a moment of respite.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Good girl… Taking me so well.”

She kisses you, tongues melding together as she rocks her hips, making you moan into her mouth. “I’m gonna put it all the way in now.” The only warning you get before Kafka grips you by hips. Her cock spears you with a resounding squelch!, filling you to the brim. “O-Oh fuck-” Kafka shakily moans, unable to stop herself from rocking into your warmth, drawing trembles from you. All of your hands grip onto something, the sheets, the pillow- Your claws rake over Kafka’s back as she began thrusting in and out, hips slapping against yours- “Fuck- I can’t stop- Y-You’re just so warm…~” Kafka pants, setting one of your legs on your shoulders. The new angle has you screaming in pleasure, the tip of her penis kissing your cervix with each thrust.

“K-Kafka! Kafka! Ohhh!~” Your cries are muffled when she turns you on your stomach, ass up in the air as she pounds into your tight heat again and again. You feel something coil inside you, instincts having you push back against her hips in order to chase your own high.

“Fuck! Good girl, t-taking me so well. Tell me who’s making you scream right now? Tell me…”

“You, Kafka!” You cried out, feeling her twitch inside of you. “Y-You’re ma- aaah! Y-You’re-”

She groans, her hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re a bit scared she might just break through your chitin. “Gonna cum f’ me, sweetheart? G-Gonna cum on my dick, yeah?” She pants. You whine in response, incoherently babbling as she picks up the pace, her length striking your sweet spots with all her might. “C-Can feel how tight you are- Fuck! Cum for me, sweetheart, cum…!~” The coil inside you snaps, a white hot pleasure surging through your nervous system as you clench tightly around Kafka’s penis. She cums not long after you, moaning as she stuffs you full of her seed.

The next morning you surprise the Stellaron Hunters with a clutch of wine-colored eggs, Kafka gently taking one and proudly stating her help in making them. A few months later, Kafka smiles as she takes a file from one of her daughters, watching as her other children fly around you.

She truly is glad to be working alongside you.

OMAKE:

“Auntieeeee, you got games on your phone?”

“Don’t call me auntie-” Silver Wolf grumbled as she handed over her phone to the boy with purple hair, his fingers flicking towards one of the many rhythm games installed. “Seriously, couldn’t Elio give us a headsup about Kafka becoming a mom? What do you think, Blade?”

Blade says nothing as his nieces tie his hair up with pretty pink ribbons, sparkly lipstick haphazardly applied.

“You know what? Forget I asked.”

[thelindenpapers]

"who taught you that suffering in silence was noble, and how would you shutting up have benefited them?"

It's often something you learn when you're in an abusive or oppressive situation.

Especially long-term.

And especially if those long-term situations occur multiple times throughout life.

I grew up in an extremely racist/misogynist community.

They learned that they couldn't bully or intimidate me ...but they would pick on anyone who tried to defend me.

And that later expanded into them shunning or bullying anyone who I let on that I liked, or even worse, was crushing on.

I grew up with an abusive, fascist father.

He killed our dog. Why? Because it kept angrily and loudly barking every time he was trying to hurt Mom and me.

More than that: in my childhood community, anyone I tried to talk to would either ignore me like I was a ghost, or, shout slurs and death threats in my face. I'm talking early on in life: Before kindergarten, Kindergarten to at LEAST thru 3rd grade.

So:

You learn that anyone you like gets punished for the grevious faux pas of being liked by you.

You learn that anyone who tries to help you, gets hurt or even killed.

You learn that almost nobody comes to help when you cry for help.

You learn that even trying to talk or say 'Hi' to people, results in them suddenly appearing harmed or troubled or annoyed or angry, somehow.

...And why wouldn't I be silent?

As a feral kid, no one was going to listen to me anyway, no one was going to care how I felt about anything or about how anything was affecting me.

And if I did tell?

People frequently took the abuser's side.

Just as the cops did, the very first time I was finally old enough to threaten dad right back!

Don't even get me started on my marriage.

How long are you supposed to keep on telling a person, 'Hey, these are my needs, and I need your help to get something done about it please.

Hey, I should probably see a doctor, why aren't you letting me have access?

Hey, we really need to talk about our relationship. I don't know why you don't want to spend bonding time together.

Why are you making it so difficult for me to try to get a job or an education?

Why are you sabotaging my writing efforts?

Why do you get so upset at my physical activities?

What is with the panic when you see I'm trying to advance my tech skills?

Why does it anger you so much when I try to be proactive and vigilant in making us a comfortable and clean and helpful home?'.....

He actually complained to me:

"Why can't you just LIE?"

About being happy.

About being well.

So yeah.

Why would I want to ask his (or his parents) help in anything. I can't trust them at all.

Why would I allow someone to help if it might get them hurt or killed in the attempt?

Why would I bother to let anyone know? When, after SO many years of being stuck in a deep pit of a life, to help me would probably cause WAY more stress and take WAY more effort and resources, than any one person could possibly offer or endure?

Why would I do that?

When someone might decide to try and help, start the process -- decide partway through that it's all too much, and abandon the process: leaving me in a position that is less safe than where I started?

( Hell, sometimes that is an on-purpose thing. When a person feels bad, and knows they can't or don't want to help, but they'll make a gesture to make themselves feel good, not caring whether what they try to do is actually helpful or effective. )

And why would I tell people exactly what I'm going through, when so many around me would instead:

Victim-blame me.

Call me a liar.

Assume I was crazy.

Nod sympathetically and then use it as a way for them to feel much better about how they're doing in their own lives.

Say it's too much, say it's not so bad, or say others have it way worse.

Enjoy my explanation and my existence as a form of entertainment like I'm their personal IRL soap opera.

Or, use the information that I've given them about me as a way to hurt me further -- since they now seem to think that I'm some easy target, or that, in some twisted sense, abusing me further is somehow less morally bad, and more acceptable: because I've been abused before.....

So in their eyes, I'm 'Already soiled'?

'Already hopeless'?

'Already nothing'?

It's nothing to do with moral superiority.

It's survival.

...And I'm not saying it's right.

In an ideal situation, absolutely: being helped at any point in my life would have been great!

A healthier social structure would allow for this.

In a world where care was offered by the Community rather than by the individual, I wouldn't worry about speaking, just to find myself in worse trouble than when the 'helping' process started...

But this ain't a healthy world yet.

^^;

You asked why people feel that way.

So I've told you all the reasons why they might.

YMMV. 🤷🏾‍♀️

who taught you that suffering in silence was noble, and how would you shutting up have benefited them?

[dreamwreaver]

I completely agree, Vaggie and Charlie are really each other's antithesis and it's executed BADLY. The show doesn't do anything meaningful with their differences, if anything, it makes it starker. Their communication is terrible, they are not at all in sync with each other's needs and the only time they ever got actual development was when they separated to seek help for the battle with the exorcist, in which, they had more chemistry with their respective mentors than they ever had with each other (I honestly ship Vaggie and Carmilla a little after their spar, like come on, one time Carmilla lets her hair down, an act of vulnerability in some cultures, was with Vaggie and Vaggie also got her wings back after that fight too. Not to mention, they had a whole ass song together despite not meeting yet before the Chaggie song and has plus points for being original unlike Chaggie's song so Vamilla/Battleangel is a decent ship for me.)

Vaggie may say that she'll do anything for Charlie but she sure as hell won't let Charlie sing and have a deal with the same guy she had a deal back in episode 1. She also seems to forgot that her girlfriend is a grown-ass woman who can thrive on without her while she can't because she thinks she's worth nothing without Charlie. It's sad, really.

I'm honestly curious on what you'd discuss further on how Vaggie would have never let Charlie in but Charlie didn't think to knock, can you please share?

Ngl, while it's not an s-tier ship for me because I do adore zestmilla, battle angel is indeed an underrated pairing and tbh? At the very least Vaggie deserved to have an obsessive lesbian crush on Carmilla. I know it was allegedly planned for her to have an obsession with weapons and it got cut for time or other reasons. Whatever, more stripping of Vaggie's character and turning her into a bland nonentity so she doesn't compete for attention with literally everyone else.

As for your question; I would like to refer back to Charlie's rant at Alastor during their cannibal town date. No I will not be taking arguments on that, that's precisely what it was.

"Three years, three YEARS I've been sharing my life with her and I tell her EVERYTHING! My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits, what fucking DEODORANT I like! And she keeps something, like THIS from ME! Why would she lie for so long? Did she think I wouldn't accept her? What about me, ME, says un-understanding?"

And if you watch her body language during this whole rant it's less emotional hurt and more... ego hurt? Like, this whole upset has gone from "the person I love and trust more than anything has been lying to me about who they are," to, "I share everything about myself with her and should have been entitled to this information."

And yeah, I get it, she was made to look incredibly stupid in front of a heavenly council right before being blasted back to Hell with an entire exorcist army aimed right at her front door. Anyone might be justifiably upset that such important info was kept from them. But as Carmilla literally says not ten minutes later, "You have a giant X over your eye and wield an angelic spear, it's not rocket science."

So Carmilla was able to take literally ONE look at Vaggie and clock her origins? Going further, depending on how you interpret Lucifer's gaze in Dad Beat Dad upon meeting Vaggie it's entirely possible HE clocked her as angelic too. And yet, the person who spends the most time around her somehow couldn't connect those dots? Charlie's optimistic but she's not dumb. She's got a naive understanding of sinners and how best to incite change but to miss something like THAT? I don't buy that Vaggie would have been able to keep that secret so easily if Charlie had been paying as much attention to her partner as any good and healthy relationship should.

But let's backtrack a bit. The notion that Vaggie's off emotionally is established all the way back in episode 3. Remember when Charlie's trying to get the others psyched about trust exercises and Vaggie shows a considerable lack of enthusiasm? What was the first thing out of Charlie's mouth after that? Is it, "hey you seem like you've got something on your mind; are you okay?"

Nope! It's a very embarrassed/annoyed, "Vaggie, we rehearsed this!"

After which she proceeds to blindside Vaggie with the news that she's the one who's going to be leading the trust unit that day. Wow, for all they rehearsed this pitch Vaggie sure seems left out of the loop on it doesn't she? When Vaggie tries to explain without explaining that she's neither qualified nor comfortable about this decision does Charlie say, "well okay then, but if you change your mind just let me know,"? Wrong again! She just says, "It's easy I'm sure you can handle this."

And again, Vaggie is both unprepared and uncomfortable and also unable to say no to Charlie so she defaults into her military training and starts speaking to them like a commanding officer would to their troops. And I don't blame her for that, we tend to fall back on emulating behavior we've seen when we don't know how to cope with something. When trust falls don't work, Charlie tries to retake control but Vaggie puts on a brave face and says she has it when she clearly doesn't. As chaotic shenanigans ensue Vaggie grows more and more desperate but somehow it isn't until she's literally chucking people off a roof that Charlie figures this has gone too far. Not to mention she's incredibly surprised that COMBAT is how Vaggie learned to trust people. Forgive me if I'm wrong but you've been her partner for three years by later admission and you DIDNT know she came from a military background?

Not to mention Vaggie spells it all out in black and white, "I took charge today and it all went sideways. I'm supposed to make your dreams a reality. I'm supposed to protect you. I'm supposed to never fail you" followed by, "If I can't help you, what's the point of me?"

Vaggie has serious issues with self worth, demonstrated here. And while I get Charlie is trying to respect boundaries to a certain point I cannot imagine that were I in her shoes I would leave my partner thinking that if they couldn't be useful they shouldn't be with me. And while to her credit Charlie does apologize, it feels a little pointless when the very next episode she's back to just ignoring what Vaggie says. Even then, that apology doesn't do much to address the real root of the issue. They work as a team? When and where is that EVER demonstrated? It's not a reassurance that Vaggie doesn't NEED to have some demonstrable use for Charlie to want to be with her. And even if it was Vaggie has already struck at the heart of their problem; she wants to be Charlie's armor AND her partner, but those positions cannot work in tandem. Because wanting to be someone's armor assumes they need protecting, and again I state, Charlie is a grown ass woman and one of the most powerful beings in all of hell. She was smart enough to avoid making a deal with Alastor in the pilot, why does Vaggie assume that Charlie NEEDS protecting? And a partner infers a level of equality that just isn't demonstrated in what we see of their relationship. There is no give and take with them supporting each other equally. It's vaggie either trying to draw blood from a stone to meet Charlie's unrealistic expectations, or Vaggie telling Charlie to alter core elements of her personality to appease her own subjects. And on the flip side; where does Charlie support Vaggie in anything resembling the way Vaggie supports Charlie?

Charlie pushed for Vaggie to come to Heaven with her because that was what SHE wanted. Even when Vaggie expressed her reluctance to go Charlie pushed and Vaggie folded even as she knew what ended up happening was a very real possibility. Why?

For all his bloodthirsty nature Alastor knows the political game way better than Vaggie does. Vaggie couldn't keep her shit together when Emily was just holding Charlie's hands and being friendly. That's not the type of partner a political figure should have, and whether she likes it or not as princess of hell Charlie's interwoven with the politics of hell. Being power hungry means Alastor has the genuine best advice for Charlie when it comes to handling bigwigs like the angels. And he's someone with an actual business interest in the hotel. Imagine someone asking him why he helps when he doesn't believe in redemption; and he tells them it's because he believes in Charlie. You don't hand someone the source of most of your power so easily if you do not have a sincere and earnest level of trust in them. And yet Al does it willingly, more than once.

I want to say that I don't hate Charlie or Vaggie. I just don't think they work well as a pairing because Vaggie gives too much and Charlie's more concerned with her people than her partner. And the lack of communication between the two of them is a real issue. Again, Vaggie might never have let Charlie in, but Charlie never thought to knock. She never thought to ask about Vaggie in any way that would suggest the sort of deep emotional love that the show so desperately wants us to believe they have.

And on some level, I think a good portion of the fandom feels it too. Seriously, run the numbers some time on just AO3; filter for the Chaggie tag, and then take out every other ship that those stories are actually about. The chaggie tag is filled with stories that are about someone else's relationship because beneath the surface there's nothing there.

[inubaki]

Soundless Confession

-part 4

*Pick? Adam got to choose? For the longest time, Adam had never been given a choice. He only had a vague understanding of what was needed and in the earlier days, if he tried to do anything that wasn't favorable, the angels would punish him cruely. But Lucifer…Lucifer was patient. Kind. Loving. He…was giving him the choice of whether they should Mate or not. And Adam knew what that entailed. As soon as it was said, Adam realized that's what they were doing. They were mating and bonding. Becoming one. Like a trigger, Lucifer released the information that was stored in his brain by the angels. This was his purpose. What he was meant to do.

But he wanted to only do it with Lucifer and he only wanted to receive it. He knew his purpose was to mate on top…but he wanted Lucifer to do it. Only him.*

"You. I…choose you." Adam said, sounding the word 'choose' with some difficulty. Lucifer's eyes glowed…red? Were they always like that? Adam liked that.

A new sharpness of teeth teased between Lucifer’s cherry lips. Stained with shade of his own blood that Adam took the initiative and leaned in to brush with his own tongue. Lucifer shuttered at both his boldness and sight if his own blood smearing Adam’s lips. Tainting them with a piece of himself that nearly drew Lucifer into a fit.

His hands tightened on each of Adam’s knees, keeping them suspended as Lucifer finally laid his claim and thrusted his ready cock passed Adam’s opening. The sudden invasion hitting Adam like a force to the gut, all breath left him and was claimed by Lucifer’s mouth. Smeared in the taste of blood and a hit of himself, before pressure of Lucifer’s cock plunged further inside. And the world vibrated with the sound of Lucifer’s growling. —-mine———-

*All Lucifer can think about was claiming him and marking Adam as his. He was rough with his thrusting, loving the tears Adam produced that rolled down his cheeks. The Archangel didn't see it, but his hands and feet began to change…turning his porcelain white skin into something twisted and dark. Neither noticed. Adam grabbed onto Lucifer's halo, pulling Lucifer closer.

He babbled incoherently, begging for release that he didn't know ow how to ask for. Then Lucifer changed his angle and Adam saw Morningstars as he cried out Lucifer's name.*

“Fuck—!!” Lucifer quaked his hips back into Adam’s tight ass. Bullying his sought after g-spot with a lengthening cock. Adam chocked on his own scream as his body was again denied its climax. Wrangling the human to what he thought could be insanity, until he felt that piece of Lucifer grow. And his brain teetered between disbelief and near frenzy as his eyes caught the barest of outlines through his stomach. And watched it plunged in rhythmically to Lucifer’s mercy. His mind finally breaking when Lucifer raised a hand and cupped it over the bulge. “Get pregnant!! Get pregnant!! I’ll fucking kill them if they touch you again!!” Adam heard know of it as stabs of red bone emerged from Lucifer skull, just as he snapped the binding over Adam’s cock. Nearly bending the human in half he forced the human to shallow the entirety of his seed. Adam’s cock painted his own face, hair and chest in a shower of white. Lucifer’s last victory of Adam’s body.

Adam screamed as he was able to cum for the first time and smiled as they both panted. He hugged Lucifer close, finally noticing Lucifer's horns. He fingered the tips and blinked when it easily peirced one of his fingers. Lucifer looked at the drop blood and smirked as he licked it away.

"You're mine. Only mine. I won't let you go." Adam nodded and stuttered out. "Mine….too. Please? Just me?"

Lucifer growled at the fact he even needed to ask.

Lucifer’s wings drifted closer to the pair, submerging Adam in a sea of softness. Cradling the human intimately to himself as he would have any other angel. Adam unknowingly reciprocating the gesture with a pulling of Lucifer’s lean body to lay against his front. Rubbing his chin rather ticklishly between the stubby horns and cheeks. Much like the large jungle cats would do. Scenting Lucifer without batting an eye to what was slowly dawning on Lucifer. Adam warm embrace in whole acceptance. Rubbing and kisses away the wetness from Lucifer’s eyes. The force of heaven’s rejection burning into him slow and horrendously while Adam blissfully embraced him through it. “Only you…” Lucifer choked. From the last of his blue feathers, Lucifer drew from and offered it to Adam with hands painfully pulling into claws. “Only you…” he swore. Even as his promised feather bled to red.

Adam accepted the feather with florish, feeling how soft it was and how beautiful it looked. He smiled at Lucifer and brought him even closer. They both watched as Lucifer's halo dimmed before falling to the grass of Eden. Adam picked it up before tossing the thing away when he grew bored. Lucifer chuckled and picked up his Mate, Adam letting out a moan as Lucifer's semen leaked out. It was easily stuffed back in.

"Mine, Adam." Lucifer purred as Adam picked up at a lose thread off of his Mate's robe. He easily wrapped it around the feathers before wrapped around his neck to hang. Lucifer growled in appreciation, loving how Adam wore it proudly.

"Pwetty…soft…f-feaver?" *Adam winced at the horrible pronunciation of the words. Was he really that terrible at talking? He had been practicing but he didn't seem to be getting any better…

Lucifer noticed his struggle and once again his anger for Heaven burned bright.*

“Like the fawns that learn to walk. And the ducklings that learned that learned to swim…” Lucifer brushed through Adam’s tussle of hair. His magic smoothing the soreness of Adam’s throat from his fits of ‘pleas’. Wishing no harm on him when heaven would punish them for daring to care. His sweet mate adored with his seed and feather and kindest voice Lucifer had ever heard. “No one taught you, but you taught yourself much. A voice only the garden knows. This…” he brushed a finger slowly down Adam’s throat. “Is only one more to learn… no thanks to ‘them’.” Adam’s disquiet regarding ‘them’ showed Adam sensed more than he let on. His gaze saddened and confused, relaxing only when Lucifer pulled him close. Tucking the large under his chin and humming a soft tone. “……..did…they do this to you…?” Adam whispered. His eyes falling on Lucifer’s legs, spreading slowly with blackened fur.

"Yes, but I made the choice." Lucifer reassured him as he watched Adam explored the new body Lucifer seemed to have. They would have gone further if they didn't hear, "What have you done, Lucifer?" Lucifer growled and held Adam close as the entire council of Heaven appeared before them. No. He wouldn't let then touch Adam. Not again. Adam shivered in his arms. Sera glared coldly at them both before yanking Adam's soul towards them and out of Lucifer’s arms. The First Man cried at the sharp pain of his soul being abused like that but he tried to bite Sera when she tried to take the feather away from him. He couldn't do much against angels but he tried anyway.

"You've tainted him." An Elder said as Lucifer hissed, claws appearing before them. The Fallen Angel was trying to find a way in to get Adam.

"I suppose another memory wipe is in order."

No. No, Adam would forget him. He launched at the angels holding the First Man and bit Sera's arm so hard it sprayed blood everywhere. She let go of Adam in pain.

Adam trembled in his arms in obvious fear. The look of unrecognition wards the other angels til they became to scream at him had Lucifer shallowing down his own rage. To only recognize his siblings by their fury was chilling and Lucifer couldn’t help by tighten his hold over him. “W-why…?” Adam shutters, eyes still staring fearfully behind. “Why… maddd?” he tried again.

Adam’s head hurt. The voices of his mind were suddenly given faces. And any warmth he would have expected to have had all smothered away the moment they rose their voice to Lucifer. The rage over his angel’s face. The force of the taller angel’s hold on his arm. It still burned from the pressure the human had never felt before.

Pain.

*Lucifer continued to run with him. He had to get away. That was when he remembered the tree of Knowledge. If he gave some to Adam…they wouldn't want him anymore and he would get to have Adam.

With that thought in mind, he flew to the tree, Adam softly crying in his arms as he held his bruised wrist. Getting to the tree was easy and he immediately picked the nearest fruit before saying,* "Adam. I know you're scared. I know you're hurt, but I need you to eat this. Just one bite. Please. I'll explain everything later."

Adam, still confused and hurt, tried to communicate but Lucifer was running out of time. The Archangel ate the fruit before kissing Adam on the lips. With his tongue, he pushed the fruit inside Adam's mouth and the First Man had no choice but to swallow it.

——

A tiny rp I did with @libby-for-life

Part 3. Sorry for all the mistakes. I will try fix my parts. previous:

[saphronethaleph]

Palpy Had A Bad Day Some Time Ago

“...I see,” the Chancellor said, with a nod. “You’re certain?”

“Fairly sure,” Mara Skywalker replied. “They declared that… there would be no peace with us while we continued to make use of our foul technology, and that we were all infidels as we did not believe in their gods.”

She rolled her arm, wincing. “I lost a few of my men and women getting out of that.”

The Chancellor frowned.

“I understand your loss, Mara,” she said. “Are you injured?”

“Not seriously,” Mara replied. “Do you have further need of me? I haven’t seen my husband or our son in weeks.”

“I’m… afraid we’ll need you for a bit longer, Mara,” Grand Master Windu said. “You’re the one with the most experience with these aliens. The future has been clouded recently… any insight you can give is valuable, even if they are strangely invisible to the Force.”

“All right,” Mara conceded, leaning back, and frowned.

While Mara thought, Chancellor Mothma turned her attention to the others present in the meeting.

“Admiral Pellaeon?” she said. “The status of the Fleet?”

“Could be better,” Pellaeon said, unflinchingly. “The active squadrons are ready, but it’s going to take a few months to activate the Reserve. That’s partly training time for the new recruits we’d need. It would go faster if we called up all the Clone pensioners, though.”

“We are certainly going to call up the pensioners,” Mothma answered. “Unless, that is, the Senate is entirely worse than it has been throughout my entire tenure… the Hutt Wars were less clear-cut than this, by far.”

She glanced up at Mara. “Speaking of which, Mara – do you have any information about their ships?”

“Their ships…” Mara repeated, closing her eyes and focusing.

Everyone present knew what she was doing. It was an old Jedi trick, paying more attention to her own memory, focusing on it as precisely as she could and allowing her to gain information she hadn’t noticed at the time.

“Their fighters are odd,” she said. “No shields, but our shots didn’t connect when they should have done – the laser blasts arced.”

“You were firing?” Fey’lya asked.

“They shot first, if you’re wondering,” Mara replied, dryly. “Firing high temperature objects, stronger than our own fighter guns, and the shields had trouble with the projectiles but I was able to shoot them down as they came in. There was… I think there’s some kind of gravity effect involved, but I don’t have enough information to be sure. But the reports are true – all their technology that we saw is organic.”

“Organic spacecraft?” Pellaeon said.

“Coral, I think,” Mara replied. “Thinking about it now, it looks right, and there was far too much variance within the same squadron for it to be a ship class manufactured in ways we’re used to. As for their larger vessels…”

She went silent again, thinking. “They had several different sizes of ships, and some of them were as much as ten kilometres in diameter – roughly disc shaped. I didn’t get more information than that.”

“Then we’re dealing with a sizeable fleet threat,” Pellaeon said. “Chancellor, this is going to mean more than just a mobilization of the Reserve.”

“I understand,” Mothma agreed, heavily. “And if they have come to invade, they are going to be trying to invade our worlds as well.”

She looked up at the final member of the cabinet. “Marshal?”

Marshal Harek – CC-11380 – nodded to her in reply.

“You’re asking about mobilization, I take it?” he asked, continuing as soon as Mothma had confirmed it. “The recall of pensioned clones is technically a volunteer matter, but all indications I’ve ever seen are that we’ll get back functionally all of them. With ten years of reserve status after a five year career, that means we’re looking at… call it seventeen million, after allowing for losses during service over the last fifteen years.

“Not exactly enough to fight an intergalactic war,” Pellaeon said. “If that is what’s going on.”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” Harek replied. “It’s what we’ve got among the regular army, though. Chancellor, it is my professional opinion that some kind of nat-born mobilization is needed… if these aliens are targeting the Jedi, then a lot of our manpower is going to be needed keeping them safe.”

“I agree with you,” Mothma agreed. “I do not want to enact conscription. Indeed, I would like to be able to offer all currently serving clones the option of terminating their contracts early. The system is set up with the understanding that clones serve five years in something close to peace.”

“Chancellor… my brothers would see it as an insult,” Harek replied, quietly. “As a formal announcement, anyway. I’ll see about making it quietly known, and there might be a few hundred who take it up, but I wouldn’t expect more than that.”

Mothma nodded, and was silent for a long moment.

“Master Windu?” she asked.

“The Jedi will protect the Republic,” the old Jedi replied. “That has always been the deal.”

“I know,” Mothma said, quietly. “But I remember a time you were nearly destroyed by it.”

“If the loss of the Jedi leads to the survival of the Republic, it’s worth it,” Mara declared. “I certainly hope it wouldn’t, but… how could we place so few sapients over so many worlds?”

Mothma met Mara’s gaze, then closed her eyes in understanding.

“Very well, then,” she said. “Minister Fey’lya? Do you see any issues that would result with a prompt shift to a war footing?”

The bothan frowned, ears twitching as he thought.

“Have we considered the old droid armies?” he asked.

“You’re not suggesting we fight alongside a droid army, are you?” Harek said.

“He has a point,” Mara volunteered. “If you didn’t see it… you don’t realize how much these aliens hate droids.”

Harek made to reply, then stopped himself.

“...I guess,” he conceded, reluctantly. “It just doesn’t feel right, clones fighting alongside droids.”

He glanced at Fey’lya. “And I know you’re planning on using this to get gratitude from the great merchant houses.”

“We need as many troops as possible, as quickly as possible,” Fey’lya said. “We are all part of the Republic… it has been long enough that the high leadership of the great merchant houses was not even born during the Separatist Crisis.”

“And you didn’t deny it,” Harek said, then sighed. “Well, Master Windu – Chancellor – it’s up to you. I’m just a simple soldier.”

“Hardly that, Marshal,” Windu replied, quietly. “I understand your reluctance. In truth, I feel it myself… but this is a war to defend the Republic. If there are measures we will be forced into by war, then if a droid army is the worst I will count myself a happy man.”

“All right,” Mothma decided. “I believe I have a sense of what we will be doing… Borsk, if you could draft a declaration of war and the mobilization acts? Gilad, Marshal, any groundwork you need before the official mobilization – please, begin as soon as possible.”

She sighed. “Master Jedi…”

“I’ll have members of the Jedi Council discuss things with the shipbuilding houses,” Windu said. “While there are limits, Chancellor… we are at your service.”

“Thank you,” Mon Mothma nodded. “And Mara… you should go and see your husband and son. It’s the least I can offer you.”

[kazanskyy]

shiv having her husband in her contacts as FirstName LastName with no photo of him, so an incoming call from him would just look like a call from any other random contact...but then also having him set up as her Emergency Contact in her phone's Medical ID profile...shiv thesis.

[hamletshoeratio]

The difference in how Hen and Eddie's cheating is treated/being treated by the fandom v how Buck's is... I wonder why...

[saritawolff]

Phew. This one took, uh… a bit longer than expected due to other projects both irl and art-wise, but it’s finally here. The long-awaited domestic animal infographic! Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough space to cover every single domestic animal (I’m so sorry, reindeer and koi, my beloveds) but I tried to include as many of the “major ones” as possible.

I made this chart in response to a lot of the misunderstandings I hear concerning domestic animals, so I hope it’s helpful!

Further information I didn’t have any room to add or expand on:

🐈 “Breed” and “species” are not synonyms! Breeds are specific to domesticated animals. A Bengal Tiger is a species of tiger. A Siamese is a breed of domestic cat.

🐀 Different colors are also not what makes a breed. A breed is determined by having genetics that are unique to that breed. So a “bluenose pitbull” is not a different breed from a “rednose pitbull”, but an American Pitbull Terrier is a different breed from an American Bully! Animals that have been domesticated for longer tend to have more seperate breeds as these differing genetics have had time to develop.

🐕 It takes hundreds of generations for an animal to become domesticated. While the “domesticated fox experiment” had interesting results, there were not enough generations involved for the foxes to become truly domesticated and their differences from wild foxes were more due to epigenetics (heritable traits that do not change the DNA sequence but rather activate or deactivate parts of it; owed to the specific circumstances of its parents’ behavior and environment.)

🐎 Wild animals that are raised in human care are not domesticated, but they can be considered “tamed.” This means that they still have all their wild instincts, but are less inclined to attack or be frightened of humans. A wild animal that lives in the wild but near human settlements and is less afraid of humans is considered “habituated.” Tamed and habituated animals are not any less dangerous than wild animals, and should still be treated with the same respect. Foxes, otters, raccoons, servals, caracals, bush babies, opossums, owls, monkeys, alligators, and other wild animals can be tamed or habituated, but they have not undergone hundreds of generations of domestication, so they are not domesticated animals.

🐄 Also, as seen above, these animals have all been domesticated for a reason, be it food, transport, pest control, or otherwise, at a time when less practical options existed. There is no benefit to domesticating other species in the modern day, so if you’ve got a hankering for keeping a wild animal as a pet, instead try to find the domestic equivalent of that wild animal! There are several dog breeds that look and behave like wolves or foxes, pigeons and chickens can make great pet birds and have hundreds of colorful fancy breeds, rats can be just as intelligent and social as a small monkey (and less expensive and dangerous to boot,) and ferrets are pretty darn close to minks and otters! There’s no need to keep a wolf in a house when our ancestors have already spent 20,000+ years to make them house-compatible.

🐖 This was stated in the infographic, but I feel like I must again reiterate that domestic animals do not belong in the wild, and often become invasive when feral. Their genetics have been specifically altered in such a way that they depend on humans for optimal health. We are their habitat. This is why you only really see feral pigeons in cities, and feral cats around settlements. They are specifically adapted to live with humans, so they stay even when unwanted. However, this does not mean they should live in a way that doesn’t put their health and comfort as a top priority! If we are their world, it is our duty to make it as good as possible. Please research any pet you get before bringing them home!

[yanchive]

Man, I've been obsessed with the isekai trope lately. I've been imagining a scenario where the reader gets isekai'd into a yandere romance story as a side character. You're not the main character or a love interest. You replaced a nameless character who was solely created in the story to be killed off by the yandere love interests to further the plot.

After realizing that's the role you took on, you devise a plan to re write the story to keep yourself alive.

In the official plot, your death was the cause of getting too close to the main character. Your positive relationship with them was considered a threat to the yanderes, and so they wiped you out of the picture.

So, as any semi intelligent individual would do, you decided to avoid the main character completely.

I'd like to imagine the reader wasn't well informed of this story, didn't know who the yans were, and accidentally befriended them before they even got a chance to develop any feelings for the main character. You jumped into their lives before the events that led into the original storyline. Earning their trust and unfortunately causing some peculiar emotions in them to develop.

This fucks up the whole plot. I mean, that was your plan. You just weren't trying to fuck it up so bad that you unintentionally attracted multiple yans who decided you were the perfect match for them. You were a joy to be around. You were far more intertwined in their lives than the previous main character ever was. It was generic with them and their story. A boring, "yan see's their darling from afar for the first time and falls in love on sight." Type plot.

But with you, it was so much more personal. They grew to love you for way more than just your looks. They got to know you as a person before any sort of feelings of devotion could form.

This made their efforts to claim you so much worse than they ever were in the original plot. They were much more sinister and brutal. They usually only did massive amounts of stalking, blackmail, and the occasional murder when it came to the canon story, whereas they went all out for you.

Kidnap, murder, torture, blackmail, stalking, theft, harassment, etc. Everyone around you was a threat in their eyes. Everyone around you didn't deserve you.

By the time you realized what you've done, what you've created, its far too late to fix your mistake. You attempted to break off the friendships, avoiding them at all costs, closing yourself off and spending your time trying to find a way back to your original world.

But they don't take kindly to that. Not after everything you guys have been through. Before you could find the key back home to your world, you'd be whisked away, having your new world be the confines of your yans humble abode, away from society.

Bonus option: You attempt to bring the original main character back into the plot in hopes they could redirect the yandere back into chasing them and get them off your back. But why would they need this stranger? They don't know them like they know you. And they could care less to even try to get to know them. So, the original main character ends up taking on the role you were supposed to be. The side character who was meant to die to further the plot.

You're the main character now.

[lesbianralzarek]

slightly parallel universe where tumblr allows alphabets from other languages to be used in peoples urls, so 2012 bloggers used katakana phonetically to shorten their ridiculously long fandom urls that contained every single ship theyve ever loved so that the whole goddamn thing could actually fit onscreen. a few users started using khmer and sinhala and other alphabets that are hard for monolingual english speakers to parse solely so it would be difficult for most tumblr users to @ them and/or track them down to block. this lead to discourse blogs demanding that people post selfies to "prove" that they arent using arabic for "nefarious purposes" and saying blatantly racist shit like "i block people using sanskrit on sight" or "can you claim ancestral reasons for using ge'ez?". someone gets called out for race-faking because they use chinese but their icon is a white woman, who turns out to just be a fictional character that they like, and they actually are chinese. several prominent and terminally online leftist blogs make bizarre claims about how using alphabets they dont know is basically the exact same thing as paywalls on academic articles because its "hiding information from people who cant afford college". it all culminates in staff making a meme that reeks of "how do you do fellow kids" vibes about how only cyberbullies use bangla, which is widely condemned by literally everyone as being racist as hell, and any further alphabet discourse from then on is shot down hard by merely posting tumblrstaffbangla.jpeg

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there

summary: you are suiting up for your first mission, the only problem being everyone "forgot" (intentionally withheld) this information from Logan wc: 2.3k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your support about my other Logan fic!! I am really enjoying writing for him, and have a few ideas for this Logan as well as some for Worst!Wolverine aka Deadpool 3!Logan as well! More info about empath!reader's powers and her role at the school in this one <3 warnings: slight (incredibly) slight angst, protective!Logan, a bit of a hurt comfort vibe, Ororo, Scott and Jean are meddlers this is the previous fic with these two, not required reading at all, though!

The leather was cool and surprisingly soft against your skin. There had never been reason for you to have to accompany a mission requiring one of the suits before, and you were shocked at how comfortable the uniform was. Typically, when you were asked to help with a mission, you were there for intel. Scope the place out, get a read on the general vibe of the place. Your powers didn’t provide the same level of protection as laser eyes or a strong regenerative healing factor. You would typically arrive with Rogue, in clothes from your own closet and one of the least fancy cars from the garage. You would slip in, get your read, and get out. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help, you just lacked the training that the other members of the team had. And after all, someone had to stay back to mind things at the school. When Charles had approached you a few months ago about some possible applications for your mutation that would come in handy on missions, you’d been hesitant. It was so outside of your comfort zone to load yourself onto a jet that you’d never even considered the possibility. You were far more comfortable in the library where you held English classes for the students, or helping Charles keep students calm while exploring their powers. Neither scenario included the possibility of a lot of violence. 

Ororo helped you finish zipping yourself into the suit, smoothing her hands along the sleeves before giving you a final nod of approval. Jean and Scott granted you small smiles and you did your best to look as confident as you knew they felt. 

They’d promised it was a simple mission, the kind they usually took students on when Charles felt they were ready to join the team, if that’s what they decided to do after wrapping up their schooling. Charles had heard word of a young mutant who had some kind of telekinetic powers and had recently had an eruption while at school. Everyone agreed that it would be best to find them and convince them to return to the school for some training with as little force as possible, only expedited by the fact that Charles had found them hungry and afraid after running away from home using Cerebro. In the past, the kids had been resistant due to huge amounts of fear, causing them to lash out. You knew they were right that your powers would be useful at times like these, and if you were able to help in any way you were inclined to. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” You sighed. It wasn’t that you were all conspiring to keep this a secret from Logan. It wasn’t a discussion that you’d had to agree on group espionage. It just seemed that all of you had a sort of understanding that it might be better to ask forgiveness rather than permission. Not that you needed permission. 

Logan looked furious, and what’s worse, he felt furious. You and Charles had been working to extend your powers over further distances, no longer needing to touch someone directly to know how they feel. Though it certainly doesn’t hurt matters. You’d sensed him upstairs, seemingly pacing around and seething. You’d hoped one of the kids had gotten on his nerves, or something on tv had set him off. You could see that was foolish now. 

“We aren’t doing anything to her,” Scott had his visor on, blocking his eyes from view, but you didn’t need to see to know that he was rolling his eyes. “She’s chosen to accompany us on a mission.” 

“A small mission!” Ororo chimed in, doing her best to give Logan a reassuring smile. 

You checked back in with his aura. Still furious. But it was a nice try, you supposed. Logan’s hackles were raised, his chest heaving. This certainly wouldn’t do. “Can I have a moment with you,” you glanced around the room, briefly meeting the other three mutant’s eyes. “Alone?” 

Logan was still staring daggers at Scott. He wasn’t even the one who suggested you were ready to come along. Jean and Charles had approached you this morning. You laid a hand against his arm, hoping to lead him out of the room, but he flinched away. The pang in your heart was immediate. Did he really think you were so callous that you would ever use your powers without his express permission, or some kind of emergency. You could feel the tears starting to gather in the corner of your eye, your arms wrapping protectively around your midsection. 

Jean slipped one arm through Scott’s and took Ororo’s hand with her other, gently leading them out of the room. “We are going to check a few things with the jet, last minute.” She began to hustle them out of the room. “Call if you need anything!” 

The door shut firmly behind them, and you were left alone with Logan, who looked like he was going to start shaking. “I wasn’t going to-”

“You don’t think I know that?” You can’t help but recoil. You have never been afraid of Logan, even when it may have been in your best judgement to be wary, and you still aren’t. But you can’t deny that it hurts when he snaps at you. Especially when you thought, well. You thought you were growing close. You started to turn away, but before you could, a warm hand caught ahold of your arm. “I’m not… fuck.” He took a heaving breath, shaking his head as if he could clear whatever thoughts were bothering him. “I’m not mad.” 

Despite the serious energy of the conversation, you couldn’t help the incredulous look you shot his way. He tried his best to hide it, but you could see the corner of his mouth turning up at you. “Fine, I’m not mad at you.” 

“You know, you really can’t be mad at anyone, they were just doing-” you were cut off when you fell Logan’s hand traveling down your arm, and pushing your sleeve up gently from where it was covering your hand. He slipped his hand into yours and you felt yourself relax a bit. “Just, take a look, yeah?” 

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“I trust you, bub.” You searched his eyes for any sign of hesitancy, but all you found was trust. Complete and utter trust. You nodded, tightening your own grip on his hand. Doing your best not to let the gentle rub of his thumb against your knuckles distract you, you took a deep breath and opened yourself up to his feelings. 

At first you did feel anger, bright red and hot. You sifted past it, steeling yourself. The first time you had encountered such strong anger, you had felt as if you were going to collapse. But you were stronger now, more prepared to deal with these kinds of feelings. The anger was strong, but also surprisingly shallow. In the depths of his emotions, Logan was worried. Terrified. A deep dark purple that made your own hands shake. His grip on your hand tightened, effectively drawing you back to yourself. There was more, a soft inviting pink that you didn’t dare to touch and shiny bright gold, which told you he was proud. 

You opened your eyes, fighting back the heat you felt creeping onto your cheeks. His expression hadn’t changed, pure trust and tenderness. It should have been disarming, or at the very least surprising. Logan wasn’t so open and honest with people. But the two of you had always had different expectations for the other. 

You couldn’t help it, a smile crept over your features. “You’re proud of me?” 

He rolled his eyes, but his smile only grew. He took your free hand in his, pulling you in closer. “I’m always proud of you.” He hesitated for a brief moment, and you did your best to bite your tongue. You could tell Logan had been making an effort to open up lately, and not just to you, but that didn’t make prolonged silences and easier to bear. “I know it’s not my place to demand anything of you.” 

“You’re my… friend.” You cut him off, wincing at the pause. It didn’t feel like the time to pressure him into labeling whatever feelings may be floating around. “And I always want to hear my friend’s opinions. What’s bothering you so badly?” 

“I could hear your heartbeat from upstairs.” Your eyes grew wide, too shocked to try to school your expression. Logan had told you several times that he had learned to block out his enhanced hearing when he was quite young. Usually to tease you when you got on a long tangent about something you enjoyed. He pretended to zone out and ignore you, but he would always remember small details about your rants, bringing them up nonchalantly at a later date  “I, uh, keep an ear out sometimes. Helps with the worry.” 

He worries about you? Even more surprising, he’s listening to your heartbeat like background music to his day. You promise yourself you will ask him about it when you don’t have a room full of your friends waiting on you. “I thought we’d covered this. I can take care of myself.” 

He sighed, bringing a hand to rest gently where your jaw meets your neck. “Sweetheart, I know you can. But that doesn’t stop me from watching out for you.” 

Your hand moved to rest overtop of his. “The good news is that I will have lots of people watching out for me. You know they won’t let anything happen.” You receive a single huff in return. He’s not convinced. “You know that these are the kinds of missions we send the kids on. I’ll be fine.” 

He considers for a moment, before dropping his hand and nodding. “Give me a second to get changed, and we will head out.” 

You grabbed for his hand, but he was already out the door, and moving too fast for you to stop. “Logan, don’t be ridiculous.” 

“What’s ridiculous is you thinking that I would ever let you go out there alone.” 

“As we already established, I have three very capable friends coming with me. I am only going as a contingency plan.”

“Well then consider me the contingency to the contingency plan.” You huffed, following him next door. 

You darted around in front of Logan, pushing against his chest with all your strength, even if you were fully aware that it was the equivalent of a fly buzzing around him. He stopped all the same, eyebrows pulled together in frustration. “I know you’re worried and I know that this is you trying to help.” Logan had his I’m about to interrupt you look on his face, leaving you to shove him again. Thankfully, he understood your intention. “This is important to me. You can’t be there every time, and I have to stand on my own two feet. I want to contribute to the work we do here more than just teaching kids about how awesome Shakespeare is.” The look was back. “Which is still an important contribution.” You added, which seemed to appease him. “But, I don’t want it to be my only contribution. So I am going to go and make sure that this scared kid who is all alone out there makes it back here safe. And you are going to stay here and make sure that everyone gets dinner and help with their assignments. And then when I get back, we are going to have a talk about all this.” 

“All this?” A smile crept back onto your face, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. 

“Oh my god shut up!” He caught your hands before they made contact with his chest, but he was slow to let go this time. He brought the back of both of your hands to his mouth, dropping a small kiss on each one, before returning your hands to your side. 

“If you come back with so much as a bump to the head, Scott’s dead.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and pointing out that this was exactly what you were talking about earlier did little to sway him. So you gave in, agreeing to give him a full report before slipping your hand into his and tugging him towards the jet. 

“We’ll be back in a bit.” You promised. You could feel the others staring from just inside the jet, but you barely noticed. Logan was checking over your suit meticulously, tugging zippers a few more clicks up and making sure that the collar wasn’t too tight around your neck. He kneeled down, checking to make sure the laces on your boots were double knotted. “Logan,” you laughed, reaching down to tilt his head up to look at you. “I’m too seconds away from sending a lot of exhaustion your way and leaving you passed out in here. You have to let me go, it’s going to be fine.” 

He remained kneeling for a second too long, a look in his eyes you couldn’t entirely place. The sound of the jet powering on broke the both of you out of your trance. He was on his feet in a flash, checking over you one final time. You rose up on your tippy toes, balancing by resting your hands on his shoulders, before gently kissing him on the cheek. You pulled back, nose scrunched up from the tickle of his facial hair. “We’ll be back in a few hours. Hold down the fort for us, yeah?” 

He nodded, pupils slightly blown out and a dreamy look on his face. You giggled, walking backwards for as long as you can before turning around and finding a seat on the jet. You could feel Jean and Scott’s eyes on you as Ororo began maneuvering the jet out of the garage. “Don’t even start.” You muttered, settling firmly into your seat, doing your best to soak up the pride and confidence the others were projecting into the cockpit. 

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[xazse]

okay hear me out…. reverse hybrid au… with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because he’s so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and they’re is shocked at how it’s like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna 😚

I’VE GOT IT?

Synopsis: You’re head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?

Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna

Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader

Notes: I’m really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers

“Miss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasn’t urgent.”

“I don’t specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?”

You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, there’s three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didn’t want to do.

“Sukuna is out of control, he’s already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with him”

“And I should be the sixth?” You say with a quirk of your brow.

They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that you’ll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.

“Like I said, my stance on this won’t change.”

Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: “I’ll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.”

Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever they’re against but you’ve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.

The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: “to let him know you don’t have anything on you.” As they put it.

They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you aren’t afraid and find out what’s been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!

You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, it’s like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. You’ve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.

Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. It’s warm.

You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. It’s not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.

Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce you’re coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.

Sukuna is big, he’s a big man compared to all the other hybrids, he’s brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: he’s warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.

You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.

“You’re making trouble- why is that?” You say while looking through his dresser.

“You’re being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.” He threatens harshly.

“If you harm me I’ll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and I’m assuming you don’t want to go back.”

The room goes eerily silent like he’s making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.

Oh… the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldn’t tell or try to track his cycle?

“You in heat big guy?”

“No-“

“Such a liar, I’m not here to make fun of you, I’m here to make sure you get proper help.”

“The only way I’ll get proper help is if I fuck someone.” So damn blunt you think to yourself.

He continues speaking: “I think you know they won’t allow that though.”

“Would you like some toys? I can request that for you.”

“Useless.”

You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see he’s not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.

You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.

He’s hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.

Sukuna doesn’t waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if it’s the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.

He’s ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation he’s felt for a while, his hand doesn’t compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before he’s pushing up against you again.

He’s producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.

“Smells so good… really good.” “Mhhhphmmm-“ he’s now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.

You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isn’t going to bite you: killing you in the process.

He doesn’t do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While he’s busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal it’s been a while since you’ve had a cock, especially a cock his size.

You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what you’re doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isn’t gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?

“Nhhhnn.. fuck-..” this doesn’t deter him because he’s sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesn’t wait to bounce you back on him, you can’t comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.

Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like you’re the damn sex tox he’s been given, one he wasn’t gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.

You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where he’s latched on in droves. He’s far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.

By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, he’s not even hard anymore he just can’t stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. He’s made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.

Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he won’t let you move even an inch.

He begins sucking on your nipples, they’re definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.

After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He won’t let you have a moments peace.

Even when you tell him you’re extremely busy he’s having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!

As his mate you’re meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful he’s even letting you leave the nest.

You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.

They’re all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.

[hamadisthings]

HELP US STOP CHAT CONTROL!

If you live in the EU, you absolutely need to pay attention to what's to come. What is Chat Control, you may ask? In a (failed) attempt to combat child abuse online the EU made Chat Control, Chat Control will result in getting your private messages and emails to be scanned by artificial intelligence aka AI to search for CSAM pictures or discussion that might have grooming in there. And on top of having your private conversations handed to AI or the police to snoop in, like your family pictures, selfies, or more sensitive pics, like the medical kind, only meant to be seen by your doctors, or the "flirtatious" kind you send to your partner, you either have to ACCEPT to be scanned...or else you will be forbidden from sending pictures, videos, or even links, as said here.

Kids should absolutely be protected online, without question, but the things that Chat Control gets wrong is that this is a blatant violation of privacy, without even considering the fact that AI WILL create tons of false positives, this is not a theory, this is a fact. And for all the false positives that will be detected, all of them will be sent to the police, which will just flood their system with useless junk instead of efficiently putting resources to actual protect kids from predators.

It also does not help that politicians, police officers, soldiers etc will be exempt from Chat Control if it passes. If it's for the sake of protection, shouldn't everyone get the same treatment? Which further prove that Chat Control would NOT keep your data of private life safe. Plus, bad actors will simply stop using messenger apps as soon as they know they're being tracked, using more obscure means, meanwhile innocent people will be punished by using those services On top of this, the EU also plans on reintroducing Data retention called "EU Going Dark". Both Chat Control and EU Going Dark are clear violation of the GDPR, and even if they shouldn't stand a chance in court, its not going to prevent politicians from trying to ram these through as an excuse to mass surveil European citizens, using kids as a shield. Even teenagers sending pictures to each other won't be exempt, which entirely goes against the purpose of protecting kids by retaining their private photos instead. Furthermore, once messaging apps are forced to comply with Chat Control, the president of Signal, a secured messaging app with encryption, have confirmed that they will be forced to leave the EU if this is enforced against them.

If Chat Control also ends up targeting any websites with the option of private messages, you better expect Europe to be geo-blocked by any websites offering such function. I would also like to add that EU citizens were very vocal in the fight against KOSA, an equally bad internet bill from the US-- and it showed! Which is why we heavily need the help of our fellow US peers to fight against Chat Control too, so please, because we all know if it passes, the US government will take a look at this and conclude "Ooh, a way to force mass surveillance on citizens even more than before? don't mind if I do!" It's always a snowball effect.

KEEP IN MIND THE EUROPE COUNCIL WILL LIKELY VOTE ON CHAT CONTROL THIS 19 JUNE OF NEXT WEEK TO SEE IF IT WILL ENTER TRILOGIES OR NOT. Even if it does enter Trilogues, the fight will only be beginning. Absentees may not count as a no, so it is crucial that you contact your MEPs HERE, as well as HERE, and you can also show your support for Edri's campaign against Chat Control HERE.

You can read more on Chat Control here as well, and you can find useful information as to which arguments to use when politely contacting your MEP (calling is better than email) here, and beneath you will find graphics you can use to spread the word!

YOU CAN ALSO JOIN OUR DISCORD SERVER (linked here) TO HELP ORGANIZE AGAINST CHAT CONTROL NON EU PEOPLE ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO JOIN TOO!

https://discord.gg/FPDJYkUujM

PLEASE REBLOG ! NON EU PEOPLE ARE ENCOURAGED TO REBLOG AS WELL CONTACT YOUTUBERS, CONTENT CREATORS, ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT MAY HELP GET THE WORD OUT ! Let's fight for our Internet and actually keep kids safe online! Because Chat Control and EU Going Dark will only endanger kids.

PLEASE REBLOG! NON EU PEOPLE ARE ENCOURAGED TO REBLOG AS WELL CONTACT YOUTUBERS, CONTENT CREATORS, ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT MAY HELP GET THE WORD OUT !

Let's fight for our Internet and actually keep kids safe online! Because Chat Control and EU Going Dark will only endanger kids.

[maidenlove]

Long addition within tags, I apologize.

Editblr is a breeding ground for idolatry, ableism, racism and so much more all for a community about putting images together.

I've been here for only a year but I feel like I've seen it all, and the excuses oh my god the excuses. You are all 15-19, you should not have the mental capacity of a 8 year old. Your common sense is non existent and almost all of you guys are so fucking stupid it's pissing me off more than any god can understand. You are old enough to have logical thinking skills, you may have a disorder and it may be a reason but not an excuse.

Alot of you have forgotten the saying "Think Before You Talk" and I've sure as hell done alot of thinking. This is my deep dive into editblr. I think if you consider yourself a good person you should read under cut.

Ableism

Typing quirks are a way of personal expression but why do so much of you hate to add plain text. I can understand to extent because plain text hates my head because of how long it can be but I'm not gonna act like a little bitch about it. I'm gonna add my typing quirk or even fonts itself to it.

I'm gonna ask someone to help me, or to do it for me. Stopping making excuses for ableism. Alongside with the typing quirks, your psds are ugly and eyestrainy. Psds also fall under racism because I have no idea why you guys are ignoring the fact some make dark skin characters lighter but in the case of ableism most of them are really bright and makes it hard to see.

Orange and brown? Green and yellow? Blue and brown? Why are you putting colours that can be so much eyesore together? And won't even tag as eyestrain and when someone does ask you only do it for one post.

Romanticization

This one is weird as fuck and I see no one mentioning it. Editblr highkey has a ddlg problem, this "little girl" aesthetic you guys have going on borderlines ddlg alot and its icky. The baby talk typing quirk is disgusting, stop it.

I'm not one to judge how someone copes with their trauma but what I DO judge is how you act when majority says its uncomfortable. Now this section I'm a bit unsure how to phrase it, gotta love dyslexia, but that isn't going to stop me.

There's alot of very uncomfortable romanticization of stalking which I've seen so much of alongside abusive relationships and the justification of these things.

Racism

Really can't escape this one unfortunately. Many of you are like kpop idols, you're too dyslexic towards the difference between appropriation and appreciation. Incase you forgot let me remind you.

You can not gift japanese names. Gifting names is a native practice therefore you can only gift native names. Also I've noticed you weirdos befriending people just to use their cultural names. I can't even say it east asian fetishization because its only Japanese.

Also for the love of God can you guys stop saying nonmem and non women especially when referring to sexualities. It's not hard to simply say "queer attraction to women" and "queer attraction to men".

Coming back to the "gifting" names thing, I think it's interesting how all of you conveniently have a Japanese friend who "gifted" you the name of a cute pink anime girl. Maybe I'll do a post later on how much of a bad liar you guys are.

Closed symbols is also another big problem you all have. No matter how much times you're told you can't use something you always cry "but my friend from xyz culture said it was ok!" One person can't speak for a whole culture. You're nothing but a coloinzer in disguise hiding behind the idea of aesthetic. If you want to know if a symbol is closed just use this site.

Goddess Personas

Yea this one is getting a whole section of its own. Like any people I am uncomfortable with goddess personas, especially being someone with biblical sources. Now the idea that a teenager on the internet is making people call them a goddess is strange isn't it?

In my opinion, they're all annoying, copy and paste, and I think not a lot of people talk about how the really bad ones get. You all love to indulge them, make them think they have power over them. You put them on a pedestal and praise them and get surprised when it all goes to their head?

Stop giving 14 years old power, stop indulging in their habits and letting it go their head. Forcing people to refer to you as their goddess? Their Lord and saviour? Their idol? Someone they must listen to? It creates a power inbalance which always leads to the weirdest of manipulation. Also all the engagekiss copiers are so obvious why would you want to copy the identity of a groomer? It says alot of about yourself if that's what you think is ideal.

Callout Posts

Now, personally, I believe that the only reason a callout post happens is because someone was affected, does it not? Very rarely would a callout post would be a fake one, especially if someone has more then one. If you defend someone who has more than one call out post that's on you and you're gonna end up making one some day I can genuine you that. People don't make them for no reason.

This is all I have to say for now. I hope you guys really consider what I have written here, or not, considering the fact you guys have shown multiple times you lack reading comprehension

@starriesse @dollicous @doveinne @firstgf @kiochisato @lamboll @cherryshh @narcbf @lavendergalactic @npditary @sprinkleoverdose @necroangelz @eskeys