#Shaking Incubator

[kimberlabmate]

Bench-top shaking incubutors

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[erwinw]

Constant Temperature Shaking Incubator

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[analabtron]

Shaking Incubator

Shaking Speed Range=40-to-300-rpm; Platform Size=450-times-450-mm; Display Resolution=0-1; Temperature Range=4-to-50-ambient-temp-20; Timing Range=1-to-5999-minutes. Shop Online at Labtron.us

[ganondoodle]

(idk if anyone wants to keep hearing my opinions on totk book stuff but-)

apparently it says that rauru DID have kids, multiple even, which yeah... is kinda necessary for zelda to even be connected to them so much so that sonia can SENSE a blood connection (which, even with all the excuses with magic, is just a little too far for me to suspend my disbelief bc its over, OVER, ten thousand years worth of generations that seperate her from them that one lil touch of the hand can sense that (feels more like an attempt to make you care about them or .. see them as zeldas "better" parents just bc they exchange a few nice words, i never got the feeling they were 'better' parents and its also kinda disrespectful to her actual parents, like sure rhoam wasnt the best but i wouldnt call rauru better just bc he was polite)- i could see maybe the light power of hylia or sth but since its the coolest dude that ever lived rauru now that had it which still doesnt make sense and makes me unreasonably annoyed and she can sense BOTH of their powers in her? nah) the fact theres NOTHING about them in the game itself is just so ... no way they planned any of this

i dont think theres anything they can do or say that wont make be believe they either

are making it up alla 'fix it in post' mentality trying to hastily explain stuff the game never bothers to do to try and appease fans or let it appear as if they thought about it at all

something went really REALLY wrong during development, which kinda seems likely given how the game turned out (im sorry i cannot let go, its not just the writing, the game design too and how little was changed in the map while being so damn expensive, i dont know how people dont feel scammed q_q)

given that they (allegedly) spent the last entire year of development on polish (where??? where????? huh??? like it would make it more understandable (EXCEPT for the price) if there was alot of trouble, which was also bc it got delayed and ... turned out like this, but they dont want to say it, especially given their reputation, with that quote i have heard way too many times 'a delayed game blah blah') i just??

are they just gonna go and do it like they did with kashiwa (kass)? "they uuuh where flying around the whole time ony cool sonau tech maschines, you just dont see or hear from them ooooorrr they were uuuuh out of the country at the time" (sending invitations to other continents to join their glorious kingdom ;) )

(bet they are also gonna say they did all the stuff like ... moving the shrines around (lol?) and lifting the islands up into the sky- which is still weird bc ... didnt they also say they were living in the sky before coming to the surface?? so where?? did they park all their islands on the surface and the mystery kids had the keys so they had to repark them back into the sky after they returned off camera?? xD also why are the islands so different as an environment if they where from the surface? like even the STONE up there is different- and if they were first in the sky then on the surface and the nback in the sky .. why is there not a single yellow tree or grass in the past- you cant really argue that it changed bc they were up there so long bc .. nothing else changed, the suddendly and totally always there sonau buildings are largely in prime condition, only some slightly moldy, and what we see of the glorious past looks barely any different from the present, aside from like ... some standard trees shuffled, no castle yet and that glowy uwu filter DESPITE that stupidly long time frame between it)

[victorrs]

ikevil characters and the lab equipment that i want to put each of them into (affectionate)

william - placing him in the waterbath (might keep increasing the temperature)

liam - swirling him gently in a shaking incubator

harrison - holding him over the bunsen burner like a marshmallow

elbert - storing him in a -150C freezer

alfons - observing him under a microscope

jude - sending him through a funnel

ellis - slicing him into very fine slices with a microtome

roger - sonicator (i need him to experience the noise, only so many times worse)

victor - centrifuging him (i think he'll like being violently spun)

[vulpine-gentleman]

Kill Mr Fires. Now.

[esawindia]

Orbital Shaking Incubators in india are a requirement for Indian research. With their high-performance capability, they enable efficient temperature control and uniform mixing, efficiently used in microbiology, biotechnology,

[tradebirddigital]

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[smiiharry]

Shaking Incubator

Advalab Shaking Incubator is a compact, stackable device for mixing and incubation, featuring a digital display for easy parameter reading. It operates efficiently within 4–50 °C and holds 500 ml × 28 samples with a frequency of 20–300 rpm. USB/RS232 software enables long-term temperature monitoring via PC.

[labotronicsscientific]

CO2 incubator

CO2 incubator is a cell culture incubator with water jacketed configuration for fast and uniform heating. It includes digital PID controller for efficient temperature regulation with resolution of ± 0.5 °C. Stainless steel chamber and inner glass door provide optimal growth environment for tissue culturing with high resistance to contamination.

[grimmsbride]

just a little thought:

what kink would all invincible/mark variants collectively have?

overstimulation

and I don’t mean just the typical overstimulation. I mean borderline painful

mainstream! mark — in good will; wants to make you feel mind-boggling pleasure for days

mohawk! mark — pure evil; wants nothing more than to leave you breathless, senseless, mindless, and completely mind-broken

omni! mark — dominance; as a means to show you who is in charge and WILL remind you about that no matter how much you’re sobbing uncontrollably

sinister! mark — pain; he wants you to feel pain, as much as it. he doesn’t care if it’s “too much”, you WILL orgasm how many times he wants

viltrumite! mark — uncaring; you are simply the carrier for his child, whether or not you can keep up doesn’t matter

no goggles! mark — sadistic; he knows you’re fragile, and he can’t help but “accidentally” push you over the edge, every time.

and so on. variant mayhem, more like variant freakhem am i right

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀pxssessive⠀╲ mark + variants ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary mark and his variants have very few things in common, the main one being that they simply can not stop at making you come once.

tags overstimulation (ofc) | the variants being jerks | everything purely consensual | dom & sub dynamics (omni!mark) | viltrumite!mark is lowkey mean as hell | pain kink | ooc sorryy | just a little mix of blurbs and headcanons | mentions of blacking out (sinister! mark) | incubator mention (viltrumite! mark) |

notes uhm this took so long for me to write, i’m so sorry 😭, but i wanted to get it done i loved this request the “freakhem” comment had me crying during vacation. i hope you enjoy and please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes

when it comes to sex, mainstream! mark simply doesn’t know how to hold back— his entire objective is to leave you a whimpering, shaking mess. this is especially clear when his mouth is on your pretty cunt.

unfortunately for you, he could sit there for hours.. strong arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, center nice, open, and pliable to his perfect mouth. mainstream!mark is sucking on your swollen bud, tongue gliding across your slit, even driving the thick appendage right into your fluttering hole.

even when you protest about the ache running through your entire body, mainstream!mark simply can not leave you be until your throat is practically sore from how much you’re screaming his name.

“ma—mark, baby, please— i need to breathe!” there’s tears trailing down your reddened cheeks, coating the old trails from just moments ago. your fingers are gliding in his fluffy locks, stuck between bringing him closer and pushing him away— a silent battle between mind and matter.

fuck, do you look so good like this, mainstream! mark could practically come in his pants— grinding right against your bed whilst he came off your clit with a harsh pop; quickly replacing his lips with his thumb.

“i know you have another one for me, baby.. c’mon i got you.” always so encouraging and sweet, tone dripping with honey as he stared at you with those lidded eyes.

eyes that were so hypnotizing, you couldn’t help but give in to his every command. even if it if your “giving in” was nothing more then a whine and you practically shoving his face into your sex.

mainstream!mark would only giggle, hand gliding across your thigh a simple that’s my girl vibrating against your wetness.

. . .

everyone, and i mean everyone knows mohawk!mark is a jerk that does things for his own entertainment. this is especially true during sex.

the man cares for you, in his own twisted away, yet enjoys showing you just how human you truly are.

mohawk!mark will fuck you for hours, maybe even from afternoon to early morning. he doesn’t care, he will use your body to exhaustion all with the shittiest little smile on his face.

always bouncing between positions (doggy, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary, standing up) nothing is off the table. the man has even fucked you against the window, simply cause he could. you’re too tired to protest anyway.

three.. five? was that how many orgasms that’s ran through your entire body in the past thirty minutes or so? you couldn’t tell, with the way mohawk!mark was practically bullying your sensitive cunt, hands kept tightly at your knees as he pushed them against your chest.

your voice didn’t even sound like your own anymore, completely foreign to you with the way it sounded so raw and dry— throat abused just as much as your poor cervix. and through a glossy gaze you could see the man responsible, the way his eyebrows were pushed close together, a sickeningly sweet grin pulling his lips.

the moment mohawk!mark caught your eyes his smirk only worsened, shoving himself so deep you swore you saw stars.

“you still with me, babe?”

that gave you assurance, trying to reach over and push at his hips, a silent plea to slow down— only for it to trickle down the drain the moment the man swatted your hand away, leaning over your body as his hips snapped against yours without a care.

“nuh uh.. i’m not done with you, not one bit.”

. . .

oh, sweetheart.. what did you do? you know better, right? getting into a relationship with omni!mark, it was made clear from the start the expectations placed upon you. always obeying, quiet when needed, etc..

he wasn’t too hard all the time, you were human after all; the man made an effort to let little things slide.

only this time, he couldn’t. maybe you mouthed off inappropriately, maybe you looked at him in a way he hated, doesn’t matter— all omni!mark knew is you disrespected him, and that wouldn’t slide.

you needed a punishment, one that really drilled into your pretty little head the importance of your roles.

“i—i’m sorry, f—fuck! i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” tears are streaming down your face as you shoved it into the mattress below, weak sobs shaking through your entire body as the man abused your fluttering hole.

with each thrust omni!mark was practically fucking you right into the mattress, thick length dragging across your tortured gummy walls in such a steady rhythm you couldn’t even think.

your mouth hung open once again in an attempt to plead your case, only to cry out the moment his hand pushed at your neck from behind and he thrusted sharply right against your cervix.

“i’ve told you before about your mouth..” you would think the man didn’t love you, how his eyes were glaring down at your body, shoving himself into you relentlessly. “you should be thanking me for giving you so many chances..”

before he could give even get it out, gratitude was falling from your lips, wet gasps escaping between each word. omni!mark couldn’t help the way his cock twitched as a result, pulling you up to his chest in one swift motion while thrusting up into you sharply.

“why do i have to punish you for you to behave?”

“i—i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”

“i know. i’ll let you know when i’ve forgiven you.”

. . .

do you think sinister!mark just wakes up with a set number in mind and is like.. that’s how long i plan to torture the human i supposedly care for, no matter how much they protest?

honestly that’s what i think. the man has killed millions without batting an eye, you truly think he’s gonna give a damn about how much you beg for mercy? nope, not at all.

on the contrary sinister!mark simply can’t help getting harder at your instance of a break, cock swelling so much inside you swore he grew a few inches.

“tightening up so fucking much.. shit.. ha— did you black out again?”

amusement is practically dripping from every word that escapes his lips, sinister!mark staring down at you with harsh eyes, enjoying the way you tried so desperately to catch your breath— only to track right back to square one the moment he thrusted into you.

he’s giggling to himself, leaning down close, chest brushing against your own as his lips pressed against your ear.

“you black out again, i’m adding two more.”

you couldn’t help but release a sob, pathetically hitting at his arms in a last ditch effort to disclose how much you hated that idea. sinister!mark is laughing at you, shoving himself so deeply there’s a bulge protruding through your tummy.

he’s quick to snatch your hands, shoving them against the mattress as he bruised your poor walls, eyes staring down at you with so many emotions swirling through his gaze.

“you aren’t escaping this.. not any time soon, anyway.”

. . .

viltrumite!mark is.. probably the least caring out of all of them entirely. sex is fun, sure, but his main purpose is shoving his seed into you to get a kid. he’s ruling the planet with the expectation of spreading his power across dimensions, of course he needs someone to keep up his legacy.

that’s where you come in, his perfect little human partner, the perfect little incubator for his objective.

whenever the man has downtime (which isn’t a lot mind you) you will find yourself under his mercy for hours, filled to the brim with his seed so much you’re wondering if your stomach is bulging at this point. he’s quick to shove every drop back in, even having the decency to research which positions is best to get a kid.

“mark.. mark please..” you’re crying at this point, overstimulated and filled to the brim, sweat trickling down your body. however your calls of his name are falling on deaf ears, viltrumite!mark not even focused on you, but instead your pussy.

he’s pulling his hips back, spotting the sticky ring of combined juices around the base of his dick, gaze focusing on the way his seed was dribbling down to your taint.

the man is clicking his tongue, eyebrows pushed close as he gave a particularly hard thrust into your cunt.

“stay in..” viltrumite!mark mutters, as if lecturing your pussy, throughly expecting it to obey his command. his hands are tight on your thighs, legs tossed over his shoulders as he fucked into you.

he doesn’t even stop the moment you reach for his hip, instead allowing his harsh gaze to drop to your features, as if confused on why you were touching him.

“ma—“

“we will stop when i, say so. until then, quit moving.”

. . .

no goggles! mark knows no bounds. his sadomasochism is always shining, especially during sex. when he learned what overstimulation was — or rather learned the reactions he could get from you during it — every single time the two of you have sex, he’s pushing you to the brink; abusing your body so greedily, a perfect toss between pleasure and pain.

even when you beg, cry, sob— the man is only giggling above you, maybe even planting the wettest kiss to your already damp cheeks. it doesn’t help he’s encouraging too, sickeningly sweet words that don’t match the way his hips are slapping against your own without a care for your body.

speaking of, it’s trembling at this point from the aftershocks; running from your head to your toes in an ache you simply couldn’t describe. you were breathing manually at this point, splotches of black invading your already blurry vision.

you’re reaching out for your lover, blindly, hand raising about only to wince the moment no goggles! mark snatched it, linking your fingers, and shoving it to the mattress.

“can’t take it can you?..” the man is muttering, hissing in delight the moment he felt your nails drag across his skin, eyes wildly soaking in the way your swollen lips pulled into a pout, whining for mercy.

yet he doesn’t give it to you, no, he simply can’t— not with the way you look beyond delicious under his mercy.

no goggles! mark tuts, a mocking sound that you would have slapped him for if you were in the right state of mind — albeit the man would probably just ask for another, harder slap —. his free hand is tight on your thigh, angling his hips perfectly to strike your g-spot with each thrust. you’re a whimpering mess, shaking like a damn leaf with no sign of calming down.

“i’m not done, and you’re not done either— i know you got more in you.. fuck, baby you feel so good!”

[superbat-love]

Fantasy AU. “I should what?”

“Incubate the egg. I sense that this fetus has grown attached to your presence. It needs to absorb the aura of its caretaker to develop. Without it, the fetus will not survive, Batman.”

And that’s how Batman ended up being convinced into strapping a dragon egg around himself during patrols, hidden under his cape. It was not a responsibility Bruce had anticipated when the Justice League apprehended a group of alien poachers, but he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the stolen dragon egg and leave it to perish. Thankfully, the alien authorities had assured him that dragon eggs were physically resilient.

Whenever Bruce needed to attend meetings at Wayne Enterprises or charity events, he entrusted the egg to Clark, who was happy to babysit it, despite his usual wariness around magical creatures. All seemed well, until Bruce received a frantic call.

“Bruce, I-I think the egg is hatching!”

Alarmed, Bruce canceled his meeting and rushed home. There, he found Clark hunched over the egg. The egg was shaking violently, and Bruce noticed a hairline crack spreading across its shell.

“I think it’s going to—Look out!” Clark shouted suddenly, tackling Bruce to the ground.

Bruce felt a wave of heat skim his cheek. Glancing up, he spotted a scorch mark on the wall—a mark that looked suspiciously like laser heat beams.

The sound of the shell splintering drew both men’s attention back to the egg. Its top half shattered, and a small head emerged.

“That’s… a human baby,” Clark said, wide-eyed. “I thought they said it’s a dragon?”

The infant sat up, huffing icy breaths. He shook off fragments of shell clinging to his thick black hair and grumpily regarded the two men with bright blue eyes.

Across him, Bruce’s disgruntled expression mirrored the baby’s. “Dragon-shifter,” Bruce muttered.

[ghostinboys]

laboratory mishap

summary: your idiot friends got themselves in deep trouble pairing: johnny storm x male reader x peter Parker word count: 1k warning: male reader smut!

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“There’s only one way of fixing this,” Johnny said, shaking his head with eyebrows scrunched in pain. 

Peter looked at you with a mixture of embarrassment and worry. His fingers thudded on the glass table as if playing imaginary piano keys. The two boys looked down on their feet while waiting for your response, the aching tents on their groins making them wince in pain from each step, but the itch was still growing strong. 

“Fine,” you said, standing up from your chair. “I’ll do it.” 

It had been entirely your fault. A few weeks ago a mysterious plant had been sent to your lab for studying. Scientists at the Baxter Building had suspected it to be extra terrestrial, a form of aphrodisiac with its iridescent pink sap. 

Peter and Johnny visited your lab while you were at work, the usual routine since the three of you were friends. They played around with your stuff and accidentally dropped an incubated vial of the sap releasing it as a mist. 

They took you to Johnny’s room on the 31st floor of the building, an extravagant loft filled with trinkets of Johnny’s interests, bands, an electric guitar, books about space and physics. 

“Et voila,” he said, his hands covering his crotch. 

“So—how do we do it?” Peter asked. You sat on the edge of Johnny’s king sized bed, the soft cotton sinking you in, blood rushing to your cheeks. The two boys hurried to your side, their breaths erratic and warm against your cheeks. 

“Maybe we should—uhm,” You said, smoothing your sweaty palms on your linen trousers. “Kiss first?” 

“Yeah—of course,” Johnny said. “Parker do the honors?” he gestured. 

Peter cleared his throat and brushed his hand through his hair. Cradling his cheeks, you slowly pressed your lips against his. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. It was soft and gentle, but each time you tried to grasp for air he would pull you in back as if he wanted to stay like that longer. 

“Hey buddy, my turn,” Johnny said, his warm hand resting on your lower back. 

You took Johnny’s lips, they were soft and more warm. By the way he moved and placed his lips and tongue you could tell who was more experienced. He was more eager and chaotic, his hands moved from your waist and reached under your shirt. His fingers were like candle wax dripping on your skin. 

Johnny grabbed Peter’s arm and placed it on your thigh, his head invading the space you and Johnny shared. Peter kissed your nape with small pecks. He caressed your clothed cock with languid strokes, eliciting a wanton gasp. 

The other boy chuckled in between kisses, his mouth falling to your neck. Both of them licked and sucked on your delicate skin while their hands went busy touching and caressing your weakest points. Your waist, your abdomen, your nipples, and your sex. 

Johnny unfastened his belt and pulled out his erection, his thick cock ached red and leaked with pre-come. You stroked it willingly, the skin much warmer. He moaned, arms stretched behind him for support. More liquid released from his tip, it was slippery on his cock making your strokes more pleasurable. The boy cursed and moaned your name, edging you to go faster. 

Peter pulled you back for a kiss, undoing his pants as well. He was more shy, pausing and waiting for you to initiate before letting you take out his cock. It was longer and more pink than red. 

You asked them to stand in front of you. The two boys stood in attention, both their clothes discarded. From the heat of the moment you took a moment to look at them. Your two very attractive–very hot–well endowed friends. 

While stroking their cocks, you noticed the difference in their build. Despite being almost the same height, Peter was leaner and more hairy, there was a bit of hair on his chest and abdomen that trailed to his cock, whereas Johnny was more muscular and broad. 

The voices inside your head were like a group of workers hurdling in an office fire. The good side was asking you about the morality of the situation, these are your best friends this could ruin your friendship! Or the bad side, that echoed your deepest sentiments, so what? These are the hottest guys you could ever be with. 

You looked at them with beady eyes, each hand preoccupied. Closing your eyes you embraced your desires and sucked on Peter’s cock. He let out an exasperated gasp which quickly turned into moans. His hand resting on your head as he guided each bob of your throat. 

The sounds of your mouth and whimpers were joined by the sounds of their mouths sloppily making out above you, Johnny’s hands pulling on Peter’s hair as he stroked his own leaking cock. 

A loud pop rang through the room as you gasped for air, spit all over your chin and Peter’s cock. You continued to stroke it while you moved on Johnny’s. With lips swollen and throat aching you still gave him the best you could provide. He was girthier so your jaw had to adjust, you licked and sucked on the head to compensate. 

“Shit—you’re so fucking good taking that cock,” Johnny moaned. “How didn’t you bust immediately, Parker?” 

“With a fuck ton of self-control,” Peter said. 

Johnny pulled his cock and bent down to meet your face. He left one more aching kiss. “Can we move to the bed? I kinda want to fuck now.”

Peter rolled his eyes but you followed Johnny’s request. Peter sat against the bed frame with you in between his legs focusing on sucking his cock. With your back arched and your ass up, Johnny placed a wet kiss and toyed his tongue on your hole. 

With one swift movement, Johnny sheathed his wet cock inside your hole. Peter silenced your breathless moans with a kiss, fingers buried in your hair. Johnny thrusted deep until your ass met the skin of his crotch, you gasped and clutched onto Peter’s shoulders for support. He whispered sweet nothings cooing your pleasure. 

“Fuck—Parker he feels so fucking good,” Johnny moaned, rocking his hips in and out of you. Peter stroked your hardness, matching Johnny’s pace. The unison of pain and pleasure drove you closer and closer to a madness you could not explain. Each nerve in your body sending shocks of gratification that made you leak onto Peter’s fingers. 

You tried to silence your moans by sucking Peter’s cock, but the sounds leaked like the come lubricating your cock. Johnny’s pace became more needy and erratic, his chest against your back with an arm wrapping your torso. You moved forward and back, planting your throat on Peter’s cock. 

The synergy of your movements made the act more spiritual. There were three bodies in sync as you all reached your climaxes. Peter fucked your mouth with vigor, your eyes welling with tears, your cheeks warm to touch. Johnny grunted and moaned as he fucked harder, his pace becoming erratic.

Peter’s legs start to writhe, his toes curled up while his face scrunched up trying to regulate his overwhelmed senses. “Fuck—I’m so fucking close,” he moans “I can’t—I can’t hold it any longer.”

You felt the same, your knees and elbows were weak, your neck and jaw ached. Johnny readied for release, his grip on your waist was set, his thrust became strong and slow, one beat at a time. At the last tick of the clock the three of you reached your peak, come shooting all over yourselves. 

Johnny shuddered and draped all over your back. The two of you collapsed on the mattress, sweaty and breathless. After a few minutes he was quick to get a towel and clean you up, you were cuddled next to Peter, your arms laced together. 

“I can assure that we all enjoyed ourselves despite the mishap,” Johnny said, wiping off the spit and cum from his cock. 

“Ya’ll are never allowed to enter my lab again,” you said. 

“Damn, we had always wanted to fuck you in your lab,” Peter said, snickering. You were dumbfounded. “What? You seriously don’t know we’ve had the biggest crush on you?”

“I think we need to jog his memory a bit,” Johnny said, slipping a finger inside your hole.

End.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Monster!König with Spitfire Bunny!Reader who’s constantly trying to make him take her seriously as a soldier, but he can’t because…look at you? König desperately wants to break her bubble that everyone else who seems to be so accepting of a ‘weaker’ creature being among their ranks are simply just trying to cozy up to her and get in her pants. (May have accidentally sent this twice so please ignore if you see this again)

You are accepted as a supply runner for one simple reason - they all wanted to look at the way your ass was shaking as you desperately tried to keep up with predator hybrids, and they liked giving you orders that made your face twitch in that adorable little expression. It made you look fucking adorable, and Konig loved seeing you all sweaty and tired after a good mission. Well, as good of a mission as he let you take. Nothing too dangerous for his fluffy princess, of course, just some easy human work. Even rebels tend to soften at the sight of fluffy ears and twitching noses, and it was usually the last mistake they'd make. You're not letting anyone get in your panths though! Even as your bunny heat comes closer and closer and you're starting to rub your twitching, juicy pussy on every corner of the base table in Konig's office, you still refuse to cave to your instincts and let the nearest hybrid mount you until your belly is full of little hybrid bunnies. You're trying your best to appear cool, professional, your face isn't betraying your emotions even as Konig was spending his days playing and squeezing your tail as if it was his stress toy. Oh, but when your heat does come...Konig, as a good commander and an example to his men, decided to take the responsibility of ensuring that your sweet bunny hole is stuffed with his tentacles. Who needs a whole team of monsters to satisfy your breeding urges when you have your colonel, ready to fuck you through the days, until you're absolutely spent and stuffed with his eggs? Konig is excited to give you a new, very important role in the squad - being his little stress relief, a bunny-shaped fucktoy and an incubator to his eggs. His bloodline is so strong as an eldritch monster, you wouldn't want it to be over, right? Like a good girl, you should spread your pretty legs for him every time he wants and make sure all of your holes are available.

At least now Konig lets you nap in his office and won't let your former squadmates make fun of your new status as a sex relief...although the base is just quite salty that the cutest bunny girl out there was taken by the colonel himself, without a chance of him sharing with his fellow man. At least they can still see how cute your tail looks every time Konig uses it as a leverage to fuck you even harder.

[everyforkedroad]

Why Shine Might Be Set in 1969: A Story of Resistance, Silence, and Defiance

*sorry, folks, this is a long one, based on one humble inter fan's desire to understand

As we eagerly await the release of Shine, one intriguing detail stands out: its setting in Bangkok, 1969. 

Thailand in the late 1960s was not exactly a beacon of visible queer liberation. So why choose this year, this precise moment, to set this series? The answer may lie not in what was happening in the open, but what was burning just beneath the surface in Thailand and across the globe. That "light that lingers just beneath the shadows" that would turn a spark into the flames of social unrest.

1969 was a year of rupture and revolution. Across the world, young people were taking to the streets—angry, idealistic, determined to wrest power from corrupt systems. From the anti-war protests in the United States to student-led revolts in France, Japan, and Mexico, the air was electric with resistance. Music, fashion, and film reflected these seismic shifts, capturing the spirit of rebellion in psychedelic color.

In Southeast Asia, the Vietnam War raged just across the border. American troops passed through Thailand on their way to and from the front lines, and the Thai government, under military rule, maintained close ties with the United States. The social tensions of this geopolitical alignment were palpable between the rising tide of youth culture and a government suspicious of dissent. This tension was felt as well between imported modernity and deep-rooted tradition, agrarian poverty and Bangkok's concentration of wealth. All of these serve as a pressure cooker of tensions that was ready to explode.

In Thailand, student activism was gaining momentum. The seeds that would later blossom into the mass protests of the 1970s were already being planted in 1969. University campuses, especially Thammasat and Chulalongkorn, were becoming incubators for radical thought, as young intellectuals began to question military rule, wealth inequality, and the suppression of free speech.

Though the mass protests that would shake the monarchy and the junta had not yet occurred, the sense of unease was growing. Student publications, underground gatherings, and whispered debates signaled a generation preparing to stand up. It is into this world—a world tense with possibility—that Shine may drop its characters.

Half a world away, in June of 1969, a police raid on the Stonewall Inn in New York sparked several nights of defiant resistance led by trans women, drag queens, and queer people of color. It became a watershed moment in LGBTQ+ history, a symbolic ignition point for the modern gay rights movement. News of Stonewall may not have reached every queer person globally in that moment, but the reverberations would be felt by an entire generation.

For closeted individuals in Thailand, especially students and intellectuals already questioning other forms of repression, Stonewall represented something radical: the refusal to hide. Even if unspoken, it stirred something. It suggested that queerness and protest were not incompatible. That the same voices raised against political injustice would teach a future generation of queer people to fight for the right to love freely.

Thailand decriminalized homosexuality in 1956, over a decade before Stonewall. On paper, it was a progressive move. But legal tolerance did not equal cultural acceptance. The 1960s remained a deeply conservative era for queer Thais, especially in professional or public life. While kathoey ("ladyboys") had long been part of Thai cultural visibility, their presence did not signify broader acceptance of queer identities—particularly not of men who loved men or women who loved women outside of comedic or marginalized roles.

There were no pride marches. No activist networks. No formal advocacy groups pushing for LGBTQ+ rights in the way that began to unfold in the West. In fact, Thailand’s first gay rights organization, Anjaree, would not be founded until 1986—seventeen years after Stonewall, and almost two decades after the year Shine is set.

So why choose 1969 for a queer Thai story?

Because it is a liminal moment. 

A time before everything cracked open, when truth still had to live in shadows, but shined just as bright. A time when love, especially queer love, had to be coded through through music, poetry, unspoken gestures and looks. It’s a rich emotional landscape for drama, for longing and repression, desire and danger, all set against the backdrop of political awakening.

If Shine follows queer characters navigating this moment, their love story is not just personal, it’s political. Their very existence becomes resistance, not through protest signs or riots, but through every act of tenderness they dare to share in a world that tells them to stay invisible.

By choosing 1969, Be On Cloud may be offering a tribute to all the queer people in Thai history whose stories were never told. The ones who danced and sang behind closed doors. Who whispered their truths in journals and poems. Who watched the world begin to burn and wondered if there would ever be space for them in its new order, until they came into the awareness that they would have to build the world they wanted themselves. One love, one protest at a time.

So that future lives could Shine in the open as well.

[spicybunni]

GENTLE (Xenomorph x reader)

A/N : It makes me happy a lot people matched my freak with my alien fanart!! i wrote a little Romulus drabble if Y/N was the one who was caught instead of Rain. I hope you enjoy!

⚠️ WARNINGS: ALIEN ROMULUS SPOILERS / SFW / VIOLENCE / FALLING / ALIEN

You were so close. Rain's finger were nearly within reach, the zero gravity almost putting you in the perfect position. Andy was holding onto her with one hand while the other gripped the ladder. You didn't want to think about how many floors up you were, just focusing on your hand reaching as far as you could to your remaining friends.

"Come on Y/N, almost there...reach!!" She pleaded with you, as if you could control the situation any better than she could.

But alas, the sudden alarm of gravity came back to you. You could see Rain's eyes widen in horror as your fingers finally brush hers, only to descend downwards with the rest of your body. Andy grips her shirt tighter as she falls against him, using his strength to hold himself and Rain against wall ladder.

"Y/N!!!" She screams as she watches you fall. The balance of having no gravity to having all the pressures of falling to your death make you scream down the elevator shaft. Of course it was all happening too quickly, but you know at this point you should accept death. At least Rain and Andy would make it. At least someone was going to make it to the sanctuary planet away from Jackson's dangerous mines. You watch as the floor levels pass you by, making you dizzy with thoughts of impact on the final floor.

Unfortunately, you would meet no quick fate.

A sudden blur of black passes your vision, the creature, holding onto the walls. Lacking any breath to gasp or scream at the sight, the remaining is knocked out of you as a slithering tail curves around your back, breaking you fall, and wrapping around your torso. It's sharp end makes a careful move to wrap around and not poke you. The ridges of it's tail feel uncomfortable against your back and stomach, making you arch as it holds you mid air.

You peer up to see the xenomorph looking down at you, as if to see that you're alright. You let out a whimper as it hisses at you. And before you could process anything else, it lifts you. Without any effort it brings you to the opposite side of the wall, gently settling you near an emergency ladder. You grab hold, but it's tail tightens around you, keeping you in place as it adjusts itself to come to you. Quick breaths are all you can produce, knowing it can't speak your language, knowing it just wants to kill you or use your body for some sick incubation. You start to cry and it's head leans down, almost as a horse would. It lets out a few hisses as it regards you. A spider like hand reaches for you, grabbing your jaw as gentle as it could for a space alien. Turning your head from side to side. Your form was shaking uncontrollably, helpless at the creatures mercy and too scared to do anything in fear of angering it.

The xenomorph was more than pissed at this point. It's hosts it's produced so far have not been suitable for the parasites to incubate offspring into. It's failed too many times to let even one of the remaining healthy hosts to just fall to their death. It would have impaled you with it's tail. But it needed you unbroken, alive. The creature inspected you for any injuries it might've caused or that you had done to yourself. Again, it needs you to be healthy. It was going to reserve you for a queen parasite. That way this pack had a hive leader, a queen Xenomorph.

It's tail drops from your waist as it's hands reach out you, grabbing and lifting you over it's shoulder. You passed out from sheer terror and exhaustion. It seemed pleased that your body went limp, you were making it all the more easier to take you to the hive....