#and then just. delete one element from one and the other from the other

[jacktheeldergod2]

People who remove sexual features,make people in vats with a machine that makes someone randomly with genetic code from everyone in that settlement,birthing only able bodied hermaphrodites with hyperflexibity and very above average physical capabilities. Literal hermaphrodites I'm not talking about intersex people

No youth,no lust,no gender,a life free of such "distractions". They live in rock homes often carved into the mountains of their world and most of the labor done by modified humans,4 limbed brown furred primates whose minds are controlled by a machine that uses them to farm the mushrooms and pseudoshrubbery of the world and its many berries. The oldest of these primates are served as food. Thus the citizens live their lives aspiring at arts and improving at them,the focal point of their society

Standard augmentations given before the "pupae" are:

a machine that covers the waist,hindering the sex organs but not removing them while allowing defecation and urination. A similar cover goes around the chest,acting both to cut off access to the nipples but also acts as a decent bit of armor. Just in case

Two connected machines in either side of the belly,low enough so they don't collide with the ribs when bending over,made to manage heat and pressure and stabilize them in most environments,thus deleting the need of clothing,and also can extract oxygen from the water and lend it to the lungs,allowing for longer dives

And a metal implant on top of the arm with two mechanical claws that can fold over the hand,meant for climbing. When they're considered adults,at their 20th birthday a firearm is latched on the forearm part of the augments,which fires by compressing air to propel the bullet. It's roughly as strong as the average military weaponry for low ranking foot soldiers on other human settlements,if a little on the weak side

The reasons for the side and arm implants is cause most of the planet is uninhabited,as the people are more focused on their arts,there's only 2 continents,and the uninhabited one is too cold

The planet has a weak sun and most of the heat comes from the immense amount of lava that's not too far from the surface,making it always warm and making the grass and bushes of the surface healthy. On the flip side it's hard to extract metal from the earth,the job always being done by controlled mining robots with advanced cooling systems

The people swim and climb constantly as well as doing arts

Martial artists go through artificial puberty and grow to the size of 2 meters and 60 centimeters on average. Additionally their brains changed to administer adrenaline and think in high stress situations better. Their bones are also made thicker. Their martial art has a short stance,having elements similar to Soviet style boxing,bare knuckle boxing and wing chun for punching,tae kwon do kicks although focusing on the more efficient ones,judo throws and minimal ground work. The martial artists have the gun removed and the claws replaced by knuckle dusters. They're known for fast footwork and attacks in intergalactic mma matches

The most successful artists become lords. The lords live atop the tallest mountain and never go down to the main settlement,are allowed to fully grow,their genitals and nipples unsealed and are free to live extremely extravagant lives. They're the rulers of the planet and are known for their hedonism. Even foreigners can buy their way into being a lord, gaining free reign to do pretty much anything other than procreate. This position is desired by many foreign nobles who knows that the life extending augments of the lords are the best in the galaxy,hidden under lock and key

@everythingismadeofchaos @polkadotsunshine @dh-ng @mmmmmmky

Imagine how societies with augmentation would differ aesthetically from eachother. Like, you'd have basically full control over what humanity looks like. If you went to diffrent planets in a future with augmentation, every human civilization would differ in human appearance the same way architecture differs from place to place.

A civilization that actively leans in to the fact that that their augmentations dehumanize them. Looking like insects or reptiles more then the do people when they're fully upgraded.

A utilitarian brutalist civilization where mechanical upgrades are just stuck into most people without caring how it'll make them look, where beauty has fully become a class privilege.

A somewhat feudalist or religious society who try to make everyone fit their hyper athletic beauty standards. More heavily upgraded people look almost like angels.

A super wealthy trade empire where people put precious metals and jewels on their mechanical parts and sculpt everything to be as extravagant as possible.

Is this anything? If you have any other ideas for societies like this please reblog with them?

[terranometry]

HI POOKIEEEE

answer 2, 6, 10, 22, 29, 30, 32 and 45 for the ask game please 💕💕💕

OMGGG HIII answering this right now so I don't forget 😈🙏 (also tumblr kept deleting my progress I had to rewrite this three times 😭)

2. Favorite genre of fic?

Enemies to Friends/Lovers hands down. Bonus points if they’re stuck in a situation together and have to figure out how to deal!

Great examples I love:

No Yesterdays on the Road by pocky_slash. A Cherik fic but had Erik & Moira enemies to friends that is PEAK.

April by nextraordinaire. Modern AU with Charles and Erik as scientists stuck together in the Arctic. (bonus points there’s an age gap for you fellow freaks)

6. Favorite fic (or one of them)?

Pookie I’ve got to be honest I made a whole list of fics because I couldn’t decide for a minute…genuinely this is the hardest question you could ever ask me. I’m actually going to list two, one Cherik and then one general.

Choosing a fav Cherik fic is literally evil but if I had to choose ONE. I would say three impossible things by alltheshipsatsea. It’s a modern AU set during Covid where Charles ends up quadriplegic after an accident and Erik, his closest friend, becomes his caretaker. When I tell you this story always makes me cry. I literally sobbed like a baby the first time I read it it is SO good.

Ok now if I’m choosing just my general favourite fic ever, it’s red in tooth and claw by itallstartedwithdefenestration. It’s a The Dark Knight Bruce Wayne/Joker fic that I found randomly after becoming obsessed with the movie and when I tell you it changed my brain chemistry. I loved it so much I made a bound version. (I’m also working on an illustrated edition but we don’t talk about that 🫣)

10. Favorite trope/element/scenario in fic?

“There was only one bed” in all of its many iterations. Is it literally one bed? Is the bed too small? Why don’t they want to share? It’s a classic for a reason :3

22. Biggest turn-ons in fic?

Age gap…

Obsession…

Insert other red flags here…

29. How do you feel about non-con and dub-con?

I need to insert the :yagh: emoji that we love using so much...nothing brings me more joy than to filter for this when searching for fics (slight exaggeration)

On the one hand I just love it cause it's dirtybadnasty and I love to read it 😇 But I also love when it's used as a plot device, is a part of the character’s backstory or trauma or gets used within the story in someway.

30. Favorite porn fic?

Honestly there’s so damn many 😭 but in the interest of getting some Xavierine on this list 😈 Two Men Walk Into a Bar by Magnetism_bind takes the cake. XMFC one shot where Logan agrees to go with them if he gets to fuck Charles while Erik watches…incredible amazing show stopping 10/10 no notes.

32. Favorite AU tropes?

Number one, arranged marriage arranged marriage!!! The way I will try to shoehorn this into every au especially the historical ones 😭 I love it so much it’s so delicious to me 🫣

45. Favorite fluff fic?

Five Nights in Nuremburg by FuryRed. This one does have angst but it’s like 80% fluff so it counts!!! Charles escapes from a mutant prison in Germany and is taken in by Erik. This one is so cozy and sweet!

It’s another one I love so much I had to make a bound version 🤭

[kittenan]

Arrest Me, Officer!!

Pairing: Cop!Reader x Cybersecurity Student!Jungkook Word Count: ~6k Rating: Explicit (18+) Genres: Romantic Comedy | Smut | Fluff | Noona Romance Warnings: Explicit sexual content, BDSM elements (handcuffs, light dom/sub dynamics), dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), secondhand embarrassment, mentions of criminal activity (no violence), strong language.

You are transferred to a new city. Your new apartment building is modest but clean, tucked in a quiet corner of city. You’re hauling boxes up the stairs, sweat beading on your forehead, when you hear it: the unmistakable sound of someone trying way too hard.

“Hey, Noona, need a hand with those?” The voice is smooth, cocky, and dripping with intent. You turn to see a guy leaning against the railing, all tousled black hair, ripped jeans, and a leather jacket that screams I’m trouble but make it hot. His grin is wide, eyes sparkling with mischief.

You squint. “Noona? I don’t know you, kid.”

He clutches his chest dramatically. “Kid? Ouch. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your new neighbor. And you are…?” He steps closer, close enough for you to catch the faint cedarwood cologne clinging to him.

You set down a box labeled KITCHEN and wipe your brow. “Busy. That’s my name.”

His laugh is bright, boyish, and annoyingly charming. “C’mon, Noona. What do you do? Model? CEO? International spy?”

You take a long sip of your iced Americano, eyeing him over the rim. “I’m a cop.”

His grin falters for a split second before doubling in size. He leans in, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Arrest me, Officer.”

The silence that follows is deafening. You don’t blink. A dog across the street stops chewing its bone to stare.

Two guys standing ten steps away—his friends, you assume—freeze. One, with sharp cheekbones and a boxy grin, gasps so loudly and starts wheezing like he’s about to choke. The other, shorter with a mischievous glint, facepalms and pulls out his phone and starts filming.

“Jungkook,” the wheezing one gasps, “you did not just say that.”

The filming one cackles. “This is going viral, bro. Say it again for the algorithm.”

Jungkook’s ears turn red, but he doubles down, winking at you. “What? I’m a law-abiding citizen… mostly.”

You roll your eyes so hard your optic nerve files for retirement. “Stick to mostly, Jeon.” You grab your box and head inside, leaving him to drown in his friends’ laughter.

As you disappear into the building, the teasing outside escalates. Jimin, the shorter one with a grin that could charm a snake, slaps Jungkook’s shoulder. “Bro, ‘Arrest me, Officer’? Really? Did you borrow that from a bad rom-com”

Taehyung, still wheezing, wipes tears from his eyes. “I’m framing this moment. The dog’s face, man. Even it was embarrassed for you. I’m sending this to the group chat—title: Jungkook’s Dignity, RIP.”

Jungkook glares at them, crossing his arms. “Not my fault, okay? She looks so cool! Did you see her? All badass with that coffee and those boxes. I panicked!”

Jimin snorts, mimicking Jungkook’s sultry tone. “Oh, Officer, cuff me, I’m a bad boy.” He doubles over, clutching his stomach. “Kook, you’re done. She’s gonna tase you next time.”

Taehyung holds up his phone, zooming in on Jungkook’s flushed face. “Say it again for the fans, Romeo. ‘Arrest me, Officer.’ C’mon, give us an encore.”

Jungkook swats at the phone, growling. “Delete that, Tae, or I’m hacking your Netflix and making it recommend rom-coms for a year.”

“Worth it,” Taehyung says, still filming. “This is my masterpiece.”

You can hear their bickering through your apartment door as you set down your box, a reluctant smirk tugging at your lips. Idiots.

Inside your apartment, you unpack, trying to shake off the encounter. The place is small but functional: a cozy living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom with a view of the city skyline.

You’re here to start over, to leave behind the mess of your last precinct—office politics, a bad breakup, and a case that still haunts you. Seoul’s supposed to be a clean slate.

But Jungkook’s face keeps popping into your head. Those doe eyes, that cocky smirk, the way he called you Noona like it was a challenge.

You groan, tossing a pillow across the room. You’re a cop, for God’s sake. You’ve faced down armed suspects without flinching. One flirty college kid shouldn’t rattle you.

Yet, as you collapse onto your couch, you can’t help but wonder what kind of chaos Jeon Jungkook is about to bring into your life.

The next few weeks are a blur of settling in: new precinct, new cases, new routines. You’re not a traffic cop—your beat is investigations, missing persons, cybercrimes—but you swear the universe is conspiring against you.

Because Jeon Jungkook has made it his personal mission to be a menace, and he’s dialed the flirting up to eleven.

It starts small. You’re walking to your car when you spot him rumbling through a red light on a sleek Harley Davidson, the black beast of a bike roaring like it’s got a personal vendetta against silence.

His helmet’s skewed, hair poking out like he’s auditioning for a K-drama. He waves at you, grinning like a kid who stole candy. “Morning, Officer Noona! Wanna race me to the station?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “That’s a ticket, Jeon.”

“Only if you catch me, Noona!” He revs the engine, the Harley’s growl echoing down the street, and speeds off, nearly clipping a mailbox. He circles back, slowing to a crawl beside you, the bike purring under him. “C’mon, admit it. You love the chase.”

You glare, but he just winks, blowing you a kiss before peeling away. Your fingers itch for your handcuffs, but you’re off duty, so you settle for muttering curses under your breath.

The next day, he parks his Bike just over the line into a no-parking zone, the chrome gleaming like it’s mocking you.

You’re not on duty, but you slap a fake ticket (a Post-it note that says STOP IT, JEON).

By noon, you find a sticky note on your apartment door:

Caught you staring, Officer 😎. Taped to it is a lollipop shaped like a heart.

You crumple the note, but you keep the lollipop. It’s cherry. Your favorite. Damn him.

The sticky notes become a daily torment. Every morning, there’s a new one on your door, each more ridiculous than the last:

“Evidence of my love: Coffee on your doorstep 💗”—and sure enough, there’s a latte from the café down the street, still warm, with Noona scrawled on the cup in Sharpie. “Arrest me again, I’m begging. I look good in cuffs.” “Noona, your glare is hotter than my laptop after a 12-hour coding hackathons.” “Is it illegal to steal your heart? Asking for a friend.”

You’re not amused. Okay, maybe you snorted once. But you’ll not let it affect you so easily.

One afternoon, you’re grabbing lunch at a food truck near your building when Jungkook rolls up on his bike, the engine’s rumble announcing him before he’s even in sight.

He’s got a tiny toy siren duct-taped to the handlebars, wailing pathetically like a dying cat. He cuts the engine and stroll over, all swagger and stupidly tight jeans.

“Noona, you on a break?” he asks, leaning against the food truck counter like he owns it. “Or are you just hungry for some… justice?” He waggles his eyebrows.

You take a bite of your kimbap, unimpressed. “I’m hungry for you to stop talking.”

He gasps, hand over his heart. “Harsh, Officer. But I bet you’d miss me if I was gone. Who else is gonna brighten your day?”

“The sun,” you deadpan, pointing at the sky. “It’s free and doesn’t break traffic laws.”

He laughs, loud and unfiltered, drawing stares from passersby. “Okay, okay, point taken. But c’mon, Noona, let me buy you a coffee. Or a smoothie. Or my eternal devotion.”

You roll your eyes, but your lips twitch. “You can’t afford my coffee, Jeon.”

“Bet I can afford to make you smile, though.” He leans closer, voice dropping. “One date, Officer. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You snort, brushing past him to toss your wrapper. “‘Best behavior’? You’d probably rob a bank just to get my attention.”

He jogs to keep up, grinning. “Would it work?”

You shoot him a look that says try me and find out, but he just laughs again, undeterred, and follows you all the way to your car, tossing out increasingly absurd pickup lines.

“Is your badge made of gold? ‘Cause you’re absolutely a treasure.” “Do you have a warrant? ‘Cause you’re searching my heart without permission.”

By the time you slam your car door shut, you’re fighting a grin. He’s infuriating, but he’s good at it.

One evening, you’re off duty, heading home in your civilian clothes—jeans, a black tank top, and a leather jacket that’s more practical than Jungkook’s fashion statement.

You spot him outside the building, still fiddling with that damn toy siren on his Harley. It’s now flashing red and blue, like he’s cosplaying a patrol car.

“What the hell is that?” you ask, stopping short.

He looks up, eyes lighting up like you’re Christmas morning. “My cop magnet! Figured it’d get your attention, Noona. Wanna be my partner in crime?”

He revs the engine, making the siren wail louder, and winks. “I mean, in stopping crime, obviously. Unless you’re into the other kind.”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “It’s getting you a noise complaint.”

“Worth it if you’re the one serving it.” He hops off the bike, stepping closer—too close, as always. You can see the mole under his lip, the way his hair falls into his eyes, and that damn cedarwood cologne hits you again.

“You know, Noona, you’re kinda hot when you’re mad.”

You step back, pointing a finger at him. “And you’re kinda annoying when you breathe.”

He clutches his chest like you’ve shot him. “Oof, straight to the heart. But I bet you’d give me CPR if I stop breathing, right? Mouth-to-mouth, Officer style?”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jeon, I swear, one more line and I’m confiscating that bike.”

He gasps, draping himself over the handlebars dramatically. “Not my baby! You’d break her heart. And mine. But mostly hers.”

He pats the bike like it’s a loyal dog, then looks up with a smirk. “Unless you wanna ride her instead. I’d let you steer, Noona.”

You turn on your heel, heading inside, but not before you hear him call after you, “I’ll keep the siren on ‘til you say yes!” The wail follows you up the stairs, and you’re torn between wanting to strangle him and laughing your ass off.

The breaking point comes a week later. You’re on your way to the precinct when you see Jungkook blatantly run a stop sign, the bike’s roar cutting through the morning quiet.

He pulls over and waits, leaning against the bike, helmet off, hair mussed, grinning like he’s in a damn photoshoot. You are not a traffic cop but this time you are on duty.

You pull over, grab your cuffs from your bag, and march over. His eyes widen, then sparkle with delight as you slap the cuffs on his wrists.

“Jeon Jungkook, you’re under arrest for being a pain in my ass,” you deadpan.

“Oh, Noona, this is the best day of my life,” he says, grinning like a maniac as you shove him into the back of your car.

You drive him around the block, lecturing him about traffic laws while he stares at you like you’re his personal hero. “You know, Officer,” he says, voice teasing, “these cuffs are kinda tight. You practicing for something… else?”

You glance at him in the rearview mirror, eyes narrowing. “Keep talking, Jeon, and I’ll leave you cuffed to a lamppost.”

He gasps, mock-horrified. “Kinky, Noona. I’m into it.”

When you finally uncuff him and let him go, he rubs his wrists, pouting. “You could’ve kept those on longer. I was just getting comfy.”

“Get a grip, Jeon,” you say, but you’re fighting a smile.

He leans in, voice low, eyes glinting with mischief. “Please do that again. I’ll commit so many crimes. Jaywalking. Loitering. Stealing your heart.” He winks, dodging the swat you aim at his head.

Your cheeks are burning as you drive off, but you can still hear his laugh echoing in your ears.

Your latest case is a nightmare: a missing persons investigation with a digital trail that’s gone cold. The victim, a young woman, was last seen near a university campus. Her phone’s last ping was from an encrypted messaging app, and your team’s tech guy is out sick.

You’re at the precinct, staring at a screen full of gibberish, when your boss mentions a professor at well known university who consulted on a similar case. Desperate, you head to the campus.

You find the professor in his office, a wiry man with glasses who looks like he hasn’t slept since the ‘90s. He’s cagey, deflecting questions about his research, but mentions a student who’s “brilliant with encryption.” Guess who?

Jungkook strolls in, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking unfairly good in a black hoodie and ripped jeans. He sees you and lights up. “Noona! You here to arrest me again?”

The professor sighs. “Jungkook, behave.”

You explain the situation, keeping it professional. Jungkook listens, his flirty demeanor fading as he processes the stakes. “You need a hacker,” he says, not a question.

“It’s illegal,” you warn, crossing your arms.

He grins, but it’s softer, less cocky. “But you’re the law. And I’d do anything for Noona.”

You roll your eyes but lead him to a secure room with a laptop. He sits, cracks his knuckles, and gets to work. You watch, mesmerized, as his fingers fly over the keyboard.

Lines of code scroll by, his brow furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out slightly. He’s muttering to himself—“C’mon, you little shit, give it up”—and you’re hit with a wave of something you refuse to name.

Desire. Respect. A dangerous mix of both.

An hour later, he leans back, triumphant. “Got it. Decrypted the messages. Looks like your suspect’s been using a d@rk web forum to cover their tracks. I’ve got IPs, timestamps, the works.”

You stare at the screen, then at him. “How the hell…?”

He winks. “I’m good with my fingers, Noona.”

You throw a pen at him. It bounces off his chest, but you’re blushing, and he knows it.

“Was that hot?” he asks, leaning closer. “Did I just get you wet with my coding skills?”

You grab a pillow from the couch and chuck it at his head. “Focus, Jeon.”

But inside, something cracks. Your walls, your resolve, your ability to pretend he’s just an annoying kid. He’s brilliant, reckless, and so infuriatingly attractive and it’s crime.

That night, you’re both at the precinct, going over the data. It’s late, the building quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights. Jungkook’s sprawled in a chair, hoodie sleeves pushed up to reveal tattooed forearms that you definitely don’t notice.

“You’re good at this,” you say, breaking the silence. It’s the closest you’ve come to a compliment.

He looks surprised, then smirks. “Careful, Noona. That sounded like you like me.”

“Don’t push it,” you mutter, but there’s no venom in it.

He stands, stretching, and walks over to your desk. “You know, you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you’re not as charming as you think you are.”

“Liar,” he says, voice low, and suddenly he’s too close again, his breath warm against your cheek. “You’re into me. Admit it.”

Your heart pounds, but you hold his gaze. “In your dreams, Jeon.”

He grins, undeterred. “Every night, Officer Noona.”

The case breaks wide open thanks to Jungkook’s hack. You track down the suspect, make the arrest, and save the day.

Your boss is impressed, but all you can think about is the way Jungkook looked at you when he handed over the decrypted files—like he’d do anything for you, no questions asked.

You’re walking home together, the city alive with neon lights and late-night bustle. He’s quieter than usual, hands in his pockets, stealing glances at you.

“Thanks for the help,” you say finally. “Though you had right to deny.”

He shrugs. “Wanted to help. You’re worth it.”

Your chest tightens. You’re not used to this—someone seeing you, not just the badge. You stop outside your building, turning to face him. “You’re not as bad as I thought, Jeon.”

He steps closer, voice soft. “And you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

The air crackles between you. You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you’re kissing, all heat and desperation, his hands in your hair, your fingers gripping his jacket.

You’re pressed against the wall of your building, his body warm and solid against yours, when a loud splat interrupts you.

You pull back, startled, to see Taehyung standing a few feet away, a strawberry milkshake splattered on the pavement at his feet, his jaw hanging open. “Holy shit,” he says, eyes wide. “Jungkook! Cop Noona! You’re—oh my God, I need to tell Jimin!”

“Tae, wait—” Jungkook starts, but Taehyung’s already sprinting toward their apartment, phone in hand, yelling, “Jimin! Code Red! Kook’s making out with the cop! I dropped my shake for this!”

You groan, pressing your forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Your friends are a nightmare.”

He laughs, breathless, pulling you closer. “Yeah, but you’re into it.” He kisses you again, quick and teasing, before grabbing your hand. “Inside,” he says, voice rough. “Now.”

Your apartment is dark, the only light from the city outside. You barely make it through the door before he’s kissing you again, hungry and urgent. You push him against the wall, hands roaming his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle under his shirt.

“Wait,” he gasps, eyes dark with want. “You got those handcuffs handy?”

You freeze, then smirk. “You’re trouble, Jeon.”

You grab the cuffs from your duty bag, the metal cool against your palm. He watches, pupils blown, as you dangle them in front of him. “Strip,” you order, voice low and commanding.

He obeys, peeling off his shirt to reveal a body that’s all lean muscle and ink, tattoos curling over his chest and arms like a map you want to explore.

His jeans hit the floor, leaving him in tight black briefs that do little to hide his arousal. You back him toward the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed.

He scoots up, hands above his head, wrists crossed against the headboard, his eyes locked on you with a mix of defiance and desperation.

“Arrest me, Officer,” he says, voice husky, teasing, but there’s a raw plea beneath it.

You snap the cuffs on, the click loud in the quiet room. He tugs against them, testing, and groans when they hold firm. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

You straddle his hips, still fully clothed, and his breath hitches as you lean down, your lips brushing his ear. “Let’s see how much trouble you can handle, Jeon.”

You start with your jacket, tossing it aside with a casual flick that makes his eyes widen. “You’re killing me already,” he mutters, tugging at the cuffs.

“Patience,” you tease, gripping the hem of your tank top. You pull it off slowly, inch by inch, revealing the black lace bra underneath. His gaze is heavy, hungry, tracking every movement. “Like what you see, bad boy?”

He groans, hips shifting under you. “Noona, you’re gonna make me lose it before you even touch me.”

You smirk, tossing the tank top at his face. It lands on his nose, and he shakes it off, glaring playfully. “Rude. Uncuff me and I’ll show you rude.”

“Not a chance,” you say, sliding off your jeans with deliberate slowness, letting them pool on the floor. His eyes rake over your matching lace panties, and he lets out a low curse, his voice rough with need. “Fuck, Noona, you’re a goddamn weapon.”

You climb onto the bed, straddling his thighs, your hands skimming his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. “Flattery won’t get you out of those cuffs,” you murmur, leaning down to nip at his collarbone. He arches into you, a soft whimper escaping his lips.

“Please,” he breathes, “touch me, Noona.”

You slide his briefs down, freeing his cock—hard, thick, and already leaking precum. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, your thumb circling the tip, spreading the slickness over his length.

He gasps, hips bucking, the cuffs rattling against the headboard. “Fuck—fuck, that’s—”

His words dissolve into a moan as you tighten your grip, moving your hand in a steady rhythm, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes that linger on the sensitive head.

“Too much?” you ask, voice dripping with mock innocence. You drag your thumb over the slit, collecting more precum, and he curses again, his head tipping back, throat exposed, veins standing out against his flushed skin. You lean down, licking a stripe up his neck, tasting salt and heat, and he shudders under you.

“You’re evil,” he pants, eyes squeezed shut, his voice cracking as you twist your wrist, stroking him faster. Your other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten under your touch.

His moans grow louder, more desperate, his body trembling as you bring him closer to the edge. You slow down just as his hips start to jerk erratically, earning a frustrated whine that’s half-brat, half-plea.

“Noona, please,” he begs, voice raw, his eyes opening to meet yours, dark and blown with lust. “I’m so close—”

“Not yet,” you say, releasing him completely. He groans, glaring at you with those needy eyes, his chest heaving. You stand, turning your back to him, and unhook your bra, letting it fall. You glance over your shoulder, catching his tortured expression. “Enjoying the show?”

“You’re gonna pay for this,” he growls, but there’s no bite to it, just pure desperation, his cock twitching against his stomach.

You slide your panties down, kicking them aside, and his breath catches, a low, broken sound escaping his throat.

You climb back onto the bed, straddling his hips, your slick folds brushing against his length. He groans, loud and shattered, as you roll your hips, teasing him with the heat of your core, coating his cock in your arousal without letting him inside.

“Fuck, Officer,” he gasps, tugging at the cuffs so hard the headboard creaks. “You’re killing me.”

You lean down, kissing him deeply, your tongue sliding against his, swallowing his moans. He kisses you back like he’s starving, all teeth and heat, his desperation pouring into every movement.

You pull back, breathless, and guide his cock to your entrance, sinking down slowly.

The stretch is delicious, and you both moan as you take him deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside you, filling you perfectly.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, eyes locked on where your bodies join, his voice thick with awe. “You feel—fuck, so good.”

You ride him slowly at first, savoring the way he fills you, the way his hips strain to meet yours, the cuffs limiting his movement. “Be good,” you murmur, pinning his chest with your hands, your nails digging into his skin just enough to make him hiss. “My rules.”

He’s a brat, though, and he bucks harder, the cuffs rattling. “C’mon, Officer, interrogate me properly,” he says, voice rough with need, a smirk tugging at his lips despite his desperation.

You laugh, breathless, and pick up the pace, riding him hard, your hips snapping down with force, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust.

His moans are loud, uninhibited, mingling with your gasps as you chase your release. The neighbors are definitely hearing this, but you’re too far gone to care.

He’s chanting your name, “Noona, Noona,” like a prayer, his eyes burning into yours with something deeper than lust—adoration, need, maybe even love.

You uncuff one wrist, and he doesn’t hesitate. He surges up, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he thrusts up into you, hard and relentless.

His pace is punishing, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. The bed creaks under his force, his lips grazing your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, your body arching into his. He’s rough, unyielding, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that’s almost brutal, but it’s exactly what you need, the pleasure overwhelming.

“You like that, Officer Noona?” he growls, his hand sliding down to grip your ass, guiding your movements as he fucks you deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for me.”

You’re spiraling, the pleasure building to a crescendo, your walls clenching around him. “Don’t—don’t be irresponsible,” you pant, your voice teasing despite the haze of pleasure. “Come in my mouth, Jeon.”

His eyes widen, a low groan ripping from his throat. “Fuck, Noona, you can’t just say that—”

He pulls out suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss, and you slide down the bed, taking him into your mouth without hesitation.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting yourself on him, then take him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs. He’s trembling, his free hand fisting your hair as you suck him, hollowing your cheeks, your tongue teasing the underside of his cock.

You come first, your fingers slipping between your thighs to rub your clit, pushing yourself over the edge as you moan around him.

The vibration sends him spiraling, and he comes with a broken moan, spilling hot and thick into your mouth. You swallow every drop, licking him clean as he shudders above you, his breath hitching.

He collapses beside you, panting, the cuffs still dangling from one wrist. You’re both sweaty, tangled in the sheets, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

He reaches for you, pulling you close, his lips brushing your forehead in a gesture so soft it makes your chest ache.

But you’re not done.

You trail kisses down his chest, past the sharp lines of his abdomen, until you’re between his legs again. His cock is still half-hard, twitching from the aftershock.

“Noona—” he rasps, voice hoarse. “I can’t—fuck, please—I’m gonna come again—!”

“Then do it,” you whisper, licking a stripe along the underside of his shaft. “Come for me again, baby.”

He sobs—actually sobs—as your mouth closes around him, and he spills again, overstimulated and overwhelmed, his entire body shivering as you milk every drop from him.

Only when he’s completely boneless, cuffed and wrecked and whispering your name like a prayer, do you finally crawl up beside him, unlocking the cuff gently.

“You alive?” you whisper.

“Barely,” he croaks, burying his face into your neck. “Please tell me I get arrested again tomorrow.”

The next morning, you wake to the smell of coffee and something sweet. Jungkook’s in your kitchen, shirtless, his hair a messy halo, flipping pancakes with a concentration that’s almost comical.

He’s got one of your aprons tied around his waist—pink, with little hearts, a gag gift from a coworker—and it’s so absurdly domestic you nearly choke on your own laughter.

“Morning, Noona,” he calls, not turning around, but you can hear the grin in his voice. “Made you breakfast. Figured I owe you after you, uh, detained me so thoroughly.”

You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms, a smirk playing on your lips. “You’re gonna burn those pancakes if you keep flirting instead of flipping.”

He gasps, spinning to face you, spatula in hand like a weapon. “Slander! I’m a pancake master. Watch and learn.” He flips a pancake with a dramatic flourish, only for it to land half-off the pan, splattering batter across the stove.

He freezes, then turns to you with a sheepish grin. “Okay, maybe I’m more of a… pancake enthusiast.”

You laugh, loud and unguarded, and his eyes soften, like your laughter is the best thing he’s heard all week. “You’re hopeless, Jeon.”

“Hopelessly in love,” he shoots back, winking as he scrapes the ruined pancake into the trash. “Want some coffee? I wrote Noona on the mug, just for you.”

You roll your eyes but take the mug, the Sharpie-scrawled Noona making you smile despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously charming,” he corrects, sliding a plate of slightly lopsided pancakes toward you. “Eat up, Officer. You need your strength to keep up with my criminal ways.”

Later, you find another sticky note on your door, courtesy of Taehyung:

Round of applause for the headboard symphony 👏. P.S.: Soundproof your walls, we’re begging.

You crumple it, cheeks burning, but Jungkook snatches it from your hand, cackling.

“Oh my God, Tae’s never letting this go,” he says, pinning the note to your fridge like it’s a trophy. “We’re legends, Noona.”

“We’re a noise complaint waiting to happen,” you mutter, but you’re laughing, and he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.

Jungkook lands an internship in the police department’s cybercrime unit, thanks to a glowing recommendation from you (not that you’ll admit it).

He shows up to his first day wearing a tie that’s knotted so badly it looks like a noose, and you spend ten minutes fixing it, your fingers brushing his neck as he stares at you, all soft and smitten.

“You’re gonna get me fired with that look,” you warn, smoothing his collar.

“Good,” he says, grinning. “Then I can steal you away, and we’ll be partners with better tech and no crimes.”

You shove him, but you’re smiling, and he catches your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles. “I’m keeping the cuffs, by the way,” he whispers, winking. “For professional reasons.”

You keep the handcuffs on your nightstand, and he keeps breaking minor rules—parking his bike a little too close to a hydrant, “accidentally” blasting his toy siren at 7 a.m.—just to see if you’ll cuff him again.

You do, sometimes, just to wipe that smug grin off his face. But most nights, you’re tangled in his arms, his breath warm against your neck, his voice soft with something that feels dangerously like love.

“Noona,” he murmurs one night, curled against you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. “You ever gonna let me arrest you?”

You kiss him, slow and sweet, your heart doing things you’re not ready to name. “In your dreams, Jeon.”

He pulls you closer, his laugh soft and sleepy. “Guess I’ll just have to keep dreaming, then. But you’re in all of ‘em, so I’m good.”

And as you drift off, his arms around you, the cuffs glinting on the nightstand, you know you’re caught—hook, line, and sinker—in the best possible way.

A/N: Did you guys remember something from title? 🤭

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[lets-pretend-i-exist]

Having a designer straight up lie to me “the text and image are in one layer and I can’t access the image without the text embedded” as if I’m not looking at the same fucking design files as them??? Oooooh boy I’m not caffeinated enough to be diplomatic here. YES they are on the same indesign layer, but they are on two different PHOTOSHOP layers. I’m going to bite the walls.

[deoidesign]

Can you make a tutorial on how you world build and make ocs? I can't seem to make any people in my brain, but then when I try to come up with environments jobs, beliefs and little details to slowly come up with someone, I think: well I don't really know how people have influenced the world- it's a weird loop

To be honest, I don't think I can! Writing is an extremely personal process. The way I write is directly related to how I process things, what I find important in stories, years of my own analysis of my and other's writing, etc... The way you write will be unique to you, as well. But I can explain how I personally think of it.

The short answer:

Write. Write anything and everything, it's a tool to explore your ideas. Analyze your own writing, and write more. Then, as you discover which ideas you want to develop, write more to explore them more. You won't know what you want otherwise!

The long answer:

I think this kind of loop is common. It's easy to feel like everything needs to be done "at once," because our job as writers is to make elements logically fit with each other for our readers. But as you've discovered, developing multiple elements simultaneously isn't really possible, or at least is extremely difficult.

Personally, when I think of writing, I break it into three major elements; characters, world, and plot. As much as possible every scene explores one or more of these, and as much as possible these three things tie back into what I personally consider most important: theme.

Everything I do is in service of the themes I want to present. Without them my events feel aimless. It can take a while to discover them, but they're the core of my work. You will have to discover what you feel is the core of yours. Analyzing other media helps with this too.

Concepts in your brain exist in a state of infinite potential. But when you start writing you have to start making choices, which removes potential as you move forward... But you have to move forward anyways. If there's ideas you want to explore later, you can always explore them later.

What this ends up meaning, to answer your question, is that I don't think of my characters as "people in my brain" or my worlds as something people have influenced... Not at their core, at least. They are tools that I use to represent specific ideas. Obviously they're also my blorbos, but mostly they're serving a specific narrative purpose.

So above all else... Write. Write, and discover what you're writing about, and then start over and write with that in mind. Keep doing this. But you have to write!

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[amplexadversary]

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[causticsunshine]

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[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts about hq men - seijoh + nekoma edition

CHARACTERS: mattsun, iwaizumi, makki, oikawa, kuroo, kenma, shohei CWS: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, knife play, implied d/s undertones to a lot of these, toxic relationship elements, cheating/cucking if you squint, corruption kink, oral (f!receiving), bondage, spit kink NOTES: continue to enjoy my gross thoughts as i pull myself out of whatever writer's block hell i'm in. thank you to the anon who suggested shohei's - i accidentally deleted it i'm so sorry 😀

mattsun loves knife play. the idea of cutting your tights away from your body, tracing the knife ever so gently up the inside of your thigh before rippppp the metal tears through like butter. the flash of fear and unbridled lust in your eyes bricks him up instantly. he slots his thigh between yours and presses the flat of the blade ever so gently against your thrumming pulse. "ready to play, angel?"

iwaizumi finds out your ex never made you cum and makes it his personal mission to give you as many orgasms as possible. his fingers, tongue, dick, thighs, he wants to get you off in every way possible and erase that idiot’s ineptitude from your brain. “you cum so easily, baby. the fuck was your ex talking about?”

makki loves when you talk back. it’s foreplay for him to take you out somewhere nice and relentlessly tease you all night, each of you trading good-natured barbs that run just a little bit nasty (he likes when you’re mean, what can he say). there’s always a line, though, and when you cross it, his hand grips the back of your neck hard enough to stop you short. "I think we should go home, don't you?"

oikawa is prone to toxic situationships that always result in hurt feelings (his own). he sees you out with other guys and it actually boils his blood to the point where he’s calling you, whining about how you don’t make time for him anymore, and when you come over, he fucks you face down on the mattress to remind you that he’s the only one who knows how to make you cum the way you like

he’s super embarassed about it, but kuroo has a little bit of a corruption kink. like the first time he goes down on you and you get all blushy and embarassed - he’s hard as a rock. soothes you with soft kisses on your neck and stomach as he tells you how beautiful you look, how good you are just for him. he’s gentle in how he eats but he’s determined to make you as crazy for him as he is for you

kenma is lazy this kenma is lazy that - kenma finds out how much you like to be tied up and learns everything he can about bondage play. he buys a dummy to practice on (kuroo absolutely loses his mind over this), he watches tutorials, boy is dedicated to finding out how to make you cum this way. when this skinny streamer guy asks you out, you have no idea you’re gonna be roped into a bondage belt with a happy strap grazing over your clit as you sob into his arms (but you're not complaining)

your first impression of shohei is that he’s never known the touch of a woman but HOO BOY were you wrong. this man is a FREAK between the sheets. you can’t believe that the mild-mannered dude who barely says a word forces your mouth open so he can spit directly onto your tongue. by the time he’s done with you, you’re fucked out of your skull, covered in scratches, hickies, and cum, and being asked if you want to order taco bell

2025 © all works belong to @sugarwarachan. do not repost, translate, or steal any of my works. reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

[yourlocalbreadenthusiast]

Kindly take a break from scrolling to read this, it's important.

Take your time to grieve and come to terms with the election results, but once you've done that, it's time to get to work. We have two months. And a lot to do in that time. We have to prepare, to be ready.

Be careful about what you post or say online. Anything potentially incriminating should be avoided. Threatening language, even if clearly a joke, can be used against you.

Know someone who's trans? Someone who's had an abortion? Someone who's LGBTQIA+? Someone who's an immigrant? Someone who attends protests? Someone who's disabled? Someone who might in any way be at risk due to laws being put into place? No you don't.

Move away from social media platforms and browsers that require you to use your real identity or input a large amount of personal information. Now's a good time to find alternate means of communicating online. Tails, Element, Tor, Mastodon, Firefox, and Lemmy are all decent options.

Find a community. Someone you can talk to, either online or in real life, that you'll have reliable contact with. We need to try and create a network, but one that's as anonymous as possible.

Start scrubbing your trail as much as possible. Get rid of old accounts that can still be traced to you but are no longer used, delete personal data off the internet. There are websites out there that will freely remove your data from the internet, but be careful about which one you use, make sure it's safe and legitimate first.

Change any usernames that you can that contain any personal information. Names, birthdays, anything.

Plan B has a four year shelf life. Stock up, but don't take more than you you'll need. We don't want a COVID repeat where everyone buys an excessive amount of things and leaves none for everybody else.

There are doctors that will sterilize you, if that's the way you want to go.

Stop using online period trackers right now. Delete all data from it if possible first, then delete the app itself. If you must, write it down, but in a subtle manner and on something you keep at home. Don't label it, just put the dates. If you're really worried, discard older records and only keep the most recent few, and label the dates as other random events, like "go to mall" or "chicken salad for dinner this night"

Get your vaccines now.

Save money.

Archive. We have to start collecting records, media, data, books, and articles now. On racism, on fascism, on homophobia, on gender, on self-reliance, on survival, on safe travels routes, on equality, on justice, on anything that may be useful and/or censored soon. We can't let them erase it.

Collect those online resources. Bookmark them, copy files into your storage, Screenshot pages. Create a decentralized library where everyone is working to be part of a whole, storing what they can individually and sharing it between one another. Again, be careful about doing this.

Second-hand bookstores are your best friend. Books are usually very cheap in them, and they often have a decent stock. See what you can find.

When buying ANYTHING I have mentioned above, or anything else that maybe put you in danger, try to use cash to reduce your spending trail.

Check your car information online, many newer models can be remotely tracked.

Turn your phone completely off if you may be at risk due to your location and current activities. Turning off your GPS also helps.

Take note of where you are. Who are your friends? Who's a safe person? Where can you go besides your own home that you know you'll be safe? Establish these connections now.

Who around you is not safe? Who and where do you need to avoid? Do you need to move? If you cannot afford moving but need to, there are fundraisers that can help you. If even that is not an option, at least try to make sure your home is secure. Have someone who can help you. Have a fallback safe place.

And finally, I want anyone with resources to put them in the replies. Flood it with useful links, information, tips, anything. We're in this together. Do not panic. Organize.

EDIT: Please be civil in the replies.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I have a story that I'm worried might have been deleted or I just really can't find it.

The gist is when Stiles gets abducted with Erica and Boyd, his spark kicks in and incinerates the bad guys. Then after Scott tricks Derek into biting Gerard, Derek blames Stiles. So Stiles is pushed out of the pack and starts working on his Spark. He trains with Danny Mahealani who it turns out is a hedge witch. There's some bamf stiles in this one too.

It's a very very similar start to "It All Comes Crashing Down"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46338571/chapters/117096346#workskin

Hi anon! @nerdherderette says it's this one.

Can't rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

(12/12 I 116,206 I Not Rated I Sterek)

erard beats Stiles up, but it's a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

And in case anyone wants to read more angst:

And It All Comes Crashing Down by Reyda_Still

(18/35 I 75,931 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles has had the night from hell. Running for his life through the preserve, all the while actively bleeding out from his wounds, throwing in a disembodied voice and a sudden acquisition of magic powers, and Stiles is just about ready to write off the last twenty-four hours, sleep for a week, and start again.

Unfortunately, life has other plans.

***

Starts up at the end of season two after Stiles leaves the Argent basement.

TW because there are some rape/non-con elements, no actual rape more just some unwanted touching, and rated mature because of graphic descriptions of violence, swearing, and whatnot.

Characters are mostly underage (Everyone who is still in Highschool at least), but they are aged up slightly, Stiles is seventeen, for example, and Derek is twenty because I said so.

AND @dolceoscurita suggested this one.

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire2018

(50/? I 502,893 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles was kidnapped and tortured for hours. Yet no one came for him. Hurt and cast out of the pack by people he thought cared for him, what is he to do? He finds himself accompanied by someone he never expected and someone he is eternally grateful for. Derek feels betrayed and foolish for what he allowed to happen. Out of anger and hurt he forced a valuable member he really started to care for out of his pack. With the pack scattered and people hurt, what will come of them? Will they bond together again in time for the next big bad?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Man Called Danger 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You avoid drama, you avoid confrontation, and overall, you avoid men. But some men can’t be denied. ~ short!late 30s reader

Characters: biker!Bucky Barnes

Note: I have no chill.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The morning comes too soon as you toss and turn through the night. You drag yourself out of bed and wrap yourself in your housecoat before braving the cold floors of the house. It isn’t a big place but it traps draughts like a tundra cavern.

You put on a pot of coffee to brew and go through your typical routine. That day is different as you listen for Eva. You told yourself last night, you’re going to lay off. You’re going to let her figure herself out.

As you take a jar of prepared overnight oats out of the fridge and fish out a protein bar for the mid-afternoon, you hear your sister sniff. She yawns as she enters. To your surprise and relief, she dressed, presentably so. She leans on the other side of the counter and flicks her lashes.

“Coffee?” She asks, sounding only a bit desperate.

“Some left,” you confirm.

She grumbles and comes around to get her own mug and pours with another yawn. You could say it. I told you so. I told you not to stay out late for your first day. At least she’s awake.

“Good luck,” you say as you zip up your small lunch bag.

“Right,” she turns and leans on the granite and blows over the mug. You peek over your shoulder as she narrows her eyes. “How did you find me last night?”

You withhold a sigh. You don’t want to argue. You don’t need her walking into her first day in a mood.

“Eva, we can talk later.”

She’s quiet, “really? You’re tracking me?”

You grab your mug, “I really need to get ready.”

“Sure,” she scoffs.

Silence roils and you make yourself face her. “I deleted it last night, okay? I meant it. You’re an adult. You’re going to do what you’re going to do.”

“You still did that,” she says.

“I did and I’m sorry,” you admit. “I won’t make excuses. We can’t keep doing this.” You chew your lip and tap your fingers on the porcelain cup, “I just hope this works out. It’ll be nice for you to have some extra cash.”

“Sure,” she shrugs.

You leave it. She’s going to simmer for a while. In her shoes, you would too. You take your coffee into the bathroom and put it on the counter. As you open the mirror to grab your face cleanser, you wince. You blow through your lips as you shut the reflective door.

You put the bottle down and untie your house coat. You roll up your camisole and cringe. You gently touch the tender spot along your ribs. It's bruised pretty good. The bone hurts too but you’re not too worried about a break.

You shudder and ignore the soreness as you go through the steps. Cleanse, moisturise, tone. Brush your teeth, figure out your hair. Then only a swipe of mascara, a tint of lip stain, and a subtle kiss from your blush stick. Natural but something. You were never one for the whole primer to highlighter parade.

You put on a striped blue blouse and a pair of grey herringbone pants. You spritz a bit of jasmine body spray over yourself then go to get your lunch and purse. You step into your leather loafers and shrug on your beige jacket.

“Eva, am I driving you?” You call down.

“Coming,” she scuffles around unseen before she appears.

If she isn’t in the best mood, she does look her best. She’s added a rosegold chain to her skirt and sweater combo, and a pair of slingback kitten heels, some earrings, and her face and hair are just perfectly done. Not too much, not too little. Her freckles peek through and give her a little extra character.

“Wow, you look nice,” you praise.

“Really? You look dead inside,” she snickers.

You’re relieved that she’s joking. You take it with a shrug, “Time of death, I’d say ten years ago.” She rolls her eyes, “you bring something to eat?”

“Nah, I looked up the place. It’s near Sage. I’ll go there.”

“Okay,” you accept. You’re not sure where she got the money to do so. You eat in chronically but she’s always out with her friends getting all the fancy lattes and fusions.

You head out, not used to the company. It's about time she got something going. She worked at the dentist office for a summer in high school but she hated her boss. You told her that she probably always will. Lord knows you’re no fan of yours.

“No pressure, but try to make this one work, Eva,” you say. “I called in a favour for it.”

“I know,” she snips. “You don’t need to remind me. I didn’t ask, you know?”

“I’m not—I just—I only want the best,” you resign. “I shouldn’t project. I know you will do wonderfully.”

She blows a raspberry, “alright, cheesy.”

You steer along the usual route. Her building is only a block from yours. You drop her off like you would outside school. Her teen years were rough. For you, but not her. After you left her with your mom, you made sure she got to graduation. You feel like you owe her so much more for abandoning her for so long. If you hadn’t though, would you be here? Would you be able to get her out at all?

You continue down to your office building. There’s a loud rumble behind you. A motorcycle. You hate the things. They remind you of someone you’d rather not think of. Not to mention they’re noisy and put out pollution like crazy.

You flip on your blinker as the early morning rider skims past you. Your parking past dangles from the rear view as you find a spot in the grid. You gather up your things and ready yourself for another day.

You march inside and opt for the stairs. You try to skip the elevator at least three times a week. Your job keeps you idle far too much. Even with a standing desk. As you climb, your breath picks up and the bruise on your side throbs. You should’ve popped some advil.

You get to your floor and get yourself set up. You raise the desk and straighten the standing mat. You sign into your station and start down the new list of orders. As you ease into the morning, others arrive and groggily do the same.

Your fingers skitter over the keyboard in a flurry. As you send another request to the mail dock, a shadow appears in your peripheral. Mr. Walker leans the corner of your desk. For a moment, you wonder if he has a brother or cousin that likes to troll the bars for young girls.

Your boss puts his other hand on his hip. Even with your desk raised, he dwarfs it with his size. You pause your typing and look at him.

“Morning, Mr. Walker,” you say.

“Morning,” he returns. “I didn’t even see you here, hiding.”

That’s the problem. Standing, sitting, no one notices you behind the double monitors.

“Big day, huh?” He asks.

You stare at him, confused for a moment.

“Yeah, Hansen was saying your sister starts today?”

“Right, uh, yeah,” you affirm. “Thanks, again. I really appreciated the referral.”

“You’re a hard worker,” he says.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Hansen is a bit of a hard ass. I should’ve warned you.” He adds.

You nearly blurt out your first thought; look who’s talking.

“I’m sure she’ll do fine, she is your sister,” he remarks as his fingers curl around the corner of the desk. “Really kind of you to take her in.”

You don’t think you’ve ever spoken so much to Walker. Not since you asked him to put in a good word for Eva. Even then, he kept to his short replies and grunts.

“She’s family,” you say.

“Sure, but... I don’t know. Thought you would already have one of those,” he replies. You tweak a brow. “Kids, husband? I always sort of assumed...”

“A woman my age, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t... no, not because of that, I just... you’re very responsible.”

“Thank you, sir,” you shift on your soles. “I was just getting started on that Lafayette order.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and tilts his head. He drags his hand down his tie. He’s a big man. Most people are compared to you but he’s gargantuan. “Always working hard.”

“Yes, sir,” you look at your screen and click on the spreadsheet, changing the cell colour of the last completed order.

“Let me know if there’s anything else you need from me,” he slaps the corner of your desk then struts off.

You stay focused on your screens. That was strange but you’re not stupid. He’s reminding you of his favour. He wants you to remember that you owe him. You’re sure you’ll be picking up overtime to pay him back.

Work rolls on. Dull, repetitive, but it pays the bills. You eat your oats at your desk as you make your way through the daily rota. You can’t help but notice Mr. Walker’s frequent trips to the break room. It tempts you to grab a coffee yourself as your eyes burn but you resist. You're trying to cut back on caffeine.

When the day ends, your protein bar sits beside the base of your monitor. You’re hungry but you can wait for supper. You sign off and lock your desk. You check your phone. No messages from Eva. Is that good or bad?

As you come into the overcast afternoon, the day weighs in your shoulders and hips. All day you can’t wait to be done but by the time you’re free, you’re exhausted. You dig out your keys and traipse along the row of bumpers to your car.

You hit the button to unlock the Honda and the roar of a motorcycle tears through the air. To your surprise, it only gets louder. You have the door open as its shadow rolls up behind your car. You throw your bags into the passenger seat and ignore it. That is until, the engine quiets and the steel beast doesn’t move from behind your vehicle.

Don’t tell me Eva hopped on someone’s bike. She would. A final act of rebellion before she surrenders to corporate purgatory. You look over, further disappointed by what really awaits you.

The man in leather undoes his helmet, vintage without a visor or anything. He tucks it under his arm and slides off his sunglasses. You recognise him. That’s not good.

His jacket is zipped to his chin but you’re certain that gold medallion hangs against his chest. It’s the same man as the night before. The one that was a little too late. How did he find you?

You shake your head and dip into the driver’s seat. Before you can close the door, his gloved hand is on it. He keeps it open as he steps up. You sigh.

“Sir, would you kindly move your bike?” You drone as you ram your keys into the ignition.

“Hey, doll, just wanna talk,” he says.

“I have somewhere to be,” you reach for the door and he steps closer, inserting himself so you couln’t close if you try.

You keep your eyes aimed at the windshield. Your other hand reaches for your purse. He clucks.

"Now, you don't gotta go calling anyone. Got a few buddies on the force I wouldn't mind catching up with but I'm being good," he steps back and shows his palms. "Just curious."

"I said I'm on my way somewhere--" you begin and grip the wheel.

"To get your daughter? You're a good mom--"

You stay silent. There's not much you can say that won't make this worse. It's none of your business. Piss off. A few choice epithets.

You search the brick wall ahead of you. Your heart beats faster and faster. No matter how you avoid men, they make themselves a problem.

You grab the shifter and crank it. You hit the gas and jerk backwards. You hit his bike and it crashes with a clatter. He let's go of the door as the door jars him.

"The fuck?" He exclaims.

You have just enough room to turn through the empty spot next to you. It's a deep spin of the wheel but you manage to redirect and roll past his bike.

As you swerve around and set the car straight, you glance over. He rubs his shoulder as he watches you, approaching his overturned bike with stunned steps. To your surprise, there's a big grin across his face.

Shit.

You stomp the pedal and tear out of the lot. You don't look as you turn into traffic and you squeeze the wheel until your knuckles hurt. What the fuck!

[morebagels]

^ iterator projection tutorial!! ^

this post follows on from this one made by @prismsoup, intended to cover my slightly more extended process (including post-processing)

step -1 : pre-requisites

this tutorial is designed around clip studio paint for PC because its what i work with. its probable that whatever other program / platform you're using has these features but under different names

i use a rainworld typography font for text. find it here (or do it yourself)

i use scanline textures as a part of this. find them here

step 0 : select a base image

maps, blueprints and diagrams are favourable due to lots of detail without it derailing into noise. get experimental though, my favourite one came out from a picture of a nebula, and another from a friends factorio screenshot

step 1 : binarise & flip

this command can be found under edit > tonal correction (D) > binarization. this forces every pixel in the image to be either black or white. adjust its sensitivity to your liking

step 2 : remove background

add in a black layer below (not just paper layer, as will become important later). wand select the background colour and delete it. if the remaining colour is black, CTRL+I to invert it to white

step 3 : add details

replace any text with rainworld font or simply remove it. add in blueprints or other complex decals (drawingdatabase is a decent source). during importing remember to binarise (after resizing). for "lower layer" elements such as contour lines create outlines for higher layers to retain clarity

step 4 : add multiply layer(s)

if you want to have multiple colours, put everything in the "higher" layer into a folder and set the top multiply to clipping above it

step 6 : post processing setup

copy all existing layers, create a new folder on top, and paste into that folder. right click the folder and "merge selected layers" set the resultant layer to add(glow). copy+paste and hide duplicate for now. from filters > blur apply a guassian blur with a strength of 130-170 (this creates the base bloom layer). set opacity to ~50%

step 7 : chromatic abberation

unhide not-blurred layer. guassian blur with a strength of 2. duplicate again. select top layer and move 1px up and 1px left (with arrow keys). CTRL+U then change the hue by 30. select bottom layer and move 1px down and 1px right, CTRL+U then change hue by -30.

stronger chromatic abberation can come from stronger gaussian blur and more change in hue

step 8 : scanlines

add the scan lines on top, invert so that they're white and set to add(glow). copy a multiply layer over it and make sure clipping is on. decrease layer opacity to ~10%. if it does not cover the whole image initially, paste more in and merge them together into one layer

tada! you now have one iterator projection. if you want to give it an extra affect, re-import the final PNG and filter > distort > convert to panorama. set distortion to 10 and scale to 101 (note that this drastically blurs the image)

[userpeggycarter]

hi! someone requested me to do a tutorial based on this gifset!

this tutorial requires an intermediate knowledge of gifmaking. i won’t teach you how to do gifs from scratch, there are other tutorials for that out there.

[tutorial under the cut]

THE BASICS

AN INTRODUCTION

first off, the gifset in question is based on this gifset by @/eddiediaaz and i got permission from them to explain the process. i won’t be sharing the template because it’s a near replica of theirs (that isn’t shared to the public) and i don’t feel comfortable doing so, but you can recreate it by yourself just like i did!

also, ESL, so please pardon any mistakes.

THE FONT

Circular ST (Medium & Black). download it here & here.

CLIPPING MASKS

clipping masks are the way i put images and gifs inside of shapes. i used that method in the first and second gif of the Spotify gifset as you can see here. what does a clipping mask do? basically, it links two or more layers together in a way it follows the “shape” of your base layer. ie, everything that is shown follows the “shape” of your main layer and nothing more. your base layer can be anything: a shape, an image, a gif, a text, an adjustment layer, really everything. let’s see an example:

CLIPPING MASKS & SHAPES

the original image (Gun 'n' Roses logo) is intact, as in, it’s not cut like a circle, something that cannot be undone. instead, everything outside the limits of the blue circle is just hidden. if i delete the base layer (the circle layer), the original image will appear as it originally is, as an rectangle. talking about layers, let’s see my layers panel (some things are in Portuguese, but i think you can understand):

notice the little arrow pointing downwards to the “circle” layer. that is the clipping mask symbol. the base layer always needs to be below what is being clipped. if the base layer is deleted, the chain is broken and every layer clipped will now act independently and have its original shape. you can have as many clipped layers as you want. you can also have multiple chains going on in a .psd, each one with its own base layer. to clip a layer, you just need to press ctrl+alt+G or cmd+option+G while having the layer you want to clip selected (NOT your base layer). or, you can go to LAYER > CREATE CLIPPING MASK.

CLIPPING MASKS & TEXT

let’s see the same example, but with text instead:

A TIP

because adjustment layers are clippable, you can completely gif by using clipping masks. this is very useful when you have more than one gif inside a canvas and don’t want an adjustment layer to affect everything besides a certain layer/element.

let’s take my first gif of the Spotify gifset as an example.

the circle is the base layer. the “Carol smiling” layer is my gif converted to a smart filter. above that “Carol smiling” layer, there is a black and white gradient map and two color fills of white so i can achieve the coloring you see. all those layers are clipping onto the circle layer, making my now b&w gif have the shape of a small circle as well. those layers are in a folder in the .psd of my first gif, so i don’t have multiple files sitting on my PC to assemble just one gif. i could have giffed that small gif separately and pasted it onto my canvas as well, but i like to do this way so i can adjust everything i want in real time instead of redoing a gif over and over every time i want to change something.

HOW TO MAKE EACH GIF

all gifs are 540x540px.

THE FIRST GIF

the first gif has 6 elements. the elements are: a big gif serving as a background (a close-up of Carol), a smaller gif inside a circle (a b&w gif of Carol smiling) as a profile picture and four static images for the featured artists. i giffed as i normally do (loaded screencaps, resized the gif, sharpened the gif, etc) for my background gif. to achieve the coloring, i’ve added a gradient map (layer > new adjustment layer > gradient map) purple to pink. to the profile picture, i made a 160x160px circle in the top left corner. the color of it doesn’t matter. the next step is a matter of taste: i giffed the smaller gif in the same .psd thanks to clipping masks that i explained earlier, but you can do it in a separate canvas too. for the featured artists, i made four circles with 98x98px each. for the images, i had to check Spotify for their selected PFPs. after that, i googled “[band/artist] spotify” to find the images. the PFP of bands and artists in the Spotify app are displayed in black and white, so you might have to make them b&w if you happen to find them only in color. to make the artists PFPs pop a bit more, i transformed them into smart filters and added a bit of sharpening to them (intensity 10 x radius 10). you can adjust the colors and the brightness if you want, too. the sizes of the texts in the gif are: 58px (username), 20px (top artists of the month), 15px (name of the artists), 12px (only visible to you + show all + profile) and 11px (following and follower numbers).

SECOND GIF

for the chart, i created a black rectangle (490x308px) that i set its blending mode to lighten (thus making it transparent) and i added an internal white stroke. i added the text and the little squares next to the top 6 numbers. the font sizes are: 17px (top tracks this month), 11px (only visible to you), 14px (song title, show all, top 6 numbers), 13px (artist/band, album title, length of the song). i added the album covers — that i made b&w — by clipping images onto 32x32px squares. for the coloring, i added a gradient map (dark purple > light purple).

THIRD GIF

there are three types of playlists in this gif: a Spotify original playlist, a playlist made by a user and a Mix. you don’t have to follow this formula if you don’t want to, but in the case you do, here’s how i did it: browse Spotify for an original playlist of theirs. chances are, if you google the playlist’s name, you can find its cover on Google Images. at least, i found the “All Out 80s” cover that i used in my gifset. you can also create your own. for the user playlist, just pick four songs and find their (album) covers, also on Google. create a square canvas on Photoshop and make four squares, each in one quadrant of the canvas. paste your images onto your canvas and clip the images to each square. then, add a gradient map (black + whatever color you want) to all those images and title your playlist (font size: ). save that collage as a PNG and load to your gif canvas or merge all the layers+transform into a smart filter and drag the smart filter layer onto your gif canvas. now, the trickiest one. while you can invent your own Mix, i wanted to use a real one, but i had no idea on how to find them. thanks to reddit, i discovered that, if you search “made for you” on Spotify, you will find their Mixes! some of them are very whacky and specific! i just picked the Mix that made the most sense for Carol from that (gigantic) list. before doing the next step, i would advise you to google the name of the Mix you picked to see if you are able to find the cover of it with good quality. i wasn’t able to find mine (Karaoke  Mix), so i just screenshotted my Spotify app, pasted that screenshot into Photoshop and cut the Mix cover and pasted that onto my canvas. the quality wasn’t great, so i transformed the cover into a smart filter, added a bit of gaussian blur and then sharpened it (intensity 10 x radius 10). the color wasn’t what i wanted either, so i used Hue/Saturation to change the hue. because the original image for the Mix was smaller than i wanted and i stretched it to make it bigger, the quality of the text and the Spotify logo was botched. i painted over the Mix cover and created a text with the font i linked earlier to replace its now pixelated title. i also painted over the little Spotify logo, found a logo in the internet and pasted over the Mix cover about the same size of the original logo. to achieve the “3D effect” of the gif, i made my b&w gif, the base. then, i duplicated all layers and added a gradient map (black > pink) and merged all the layers of that duplicate. i made a second replica of my gif, now with a different gradient map (black > blue). i set both replicas to the ligthen blending mode. you will notice that the replicas will "disappear" and only the original b&w gif will remain. if you move the replicas a bit, that colored border will appear. this doesn't work much in very bright gifs without a lot of dark areas, btw.

FOURTH GIF

this gif used an altered (by me) version of this template. (i changed the fonts to match the rest of the gifset, too.) for the color text effect, you will have to gif with the timeline bar. take your gif’s length and do the math to find how many frames are ⅓ of it. take your lyrics’ layer and cut it into three equal parts or close to it by using the scissors icon in the timeline panel. in each third, change the color of just one line, line by line. when you play your gif, the colors of the lyrics will change like in Karaoke. you can do the same thing with frames iirc, though. i explained the timeline method because that’s the one i used in this gifset and use in general gif making. for the coloring, i added a gradient map. to make the colors pop a bit more, i add two gradient maps: the first one is in black and white, the other is in color. that adds depth to the blacks and darker colors of the gif.

FIFTH GIF

like in the Top Playlists gif, i wanted for my Daylist to be real as well. to achieve that, i listened to my Carol Danvers companion playlist (that you can listen here) for a long time until my Daylist refreshed itself. (Daylists refresh in certain times of the day — don't worry, Spotify will tell you when.) then, i just copied what it told me — the title and the genres i listened to generate such a Daylist, plus the genres i should check it out. you can invent your own Daylist if you want, but because it is generated by AI, i find very difficult to mimic its crazy titles, but you can try! you can also search in the web for other people’s Daylists if you want, but usually people don’t tell you what they listened to to get those playlists and nor what was recommended for them to listen to and i, at least, find that information important for the gifset. be aware that Daylists aren't available for every country yet (like in mine), but i found a way to work around that. the browser Opera GX offers a free "VPN" — not exactly a VPN, but it works close enough — so you can set your location to the US and listen to in-browser Spotify. i recommend not log into Tumblr while using Opera's VPN as there is a myth (that could easily be true!) that Tumblr terminates people's accounts that use a VPN. font sizes: 43px (daylist title), 13px (text), 12px ("daylist" & "made for"). for the flare effect, i searched for flare overlays on YouTube and downloaded one of those videos with 4K Video Downloader, a free software. i loaded the overlay into Photoshop and added a gradient map (purple > pink) over it, thus changing its color. i pasted the overlay onto my b&w gif and set its blending mode to screen. voila!

that's it! i hope you liked it and that i was able to express myself well. if you have any questions, feel free to contact me, i love helping people about their gifmaking questions! 💖

[nonameonlyflowers]

Pillars of the Light -new blog, reupload-

-this is a reupload of the old intro post that was deleted with the old blog-

You were six when you were taken by the Sun clan.

You spent most of your life in a limbo of sorts: your childhood was comfortable enough, yet you're expected to spend your adult years serving the clan that took your away from your family. You're an agent for the people that care little about you, in a time when tensions are brewing between clans and the demonic threat is rising in the wastes to the north.

An unexpected mission changes your life… again. But maybe, for someone determined it can be an opportunity. Gain Freedom through Power.

Reach Heaven through Hell.

Or, maybe, you’ll decide that Hell is a nice enough place.

A fantasy story I’m working on-and-off in my free time, so updates will be slow. I’m intending for it to remain a free game from start to finish. 

As of 09/07/24, the prologue and ch1 are done and can be found here.

Current word count: 62k words w/o code/67k with

CoG forum thread is over there

Planned features:

a story with a focus on plot and character interactions;

elements of horror and thriller;

a MC that is not a completely blank slate, but whose stats and relationships will affect their behaviour;

a mix of adventure and political intrigue storylines;

though there will be opportunities to build relationships, this won’t be a romance-focused game (romance will be a possibility, but not a focus).

(eventually) gain a voice in your head (for free)

(eventually) gain special powers (not for free) (and maybe decide it was not worth it)

(very eventually) decide that maybe you just want to burn it all to the ground

an attempt to mix western and eastern fantasy

The story is expected to eventually touch upon some pretty heavy topics in addition to the usual (by usual I mean profanity, fantasy violence, blood and injury etc.). More details in the game itself.

Characters:

The Guard: Throughout your childhood, Ember had been by your side, whether either of you wanted this or not. If he detested his position, he never showed it; in fact, he showed very little at all. You don't know what kind of person lies behind the polite mask, so if you ever see him again, you might find him to be very different from what you'd guessed about him.

The Princess: Neith had a sheltered childhood. A very sheltered childhood, mandated by her mother's fear for the life of the family's sole heiress. Now she's trying to fight, but not against the role of the heir itself; rather, she feels that to become a worthy leader to her family, she must grow and learn first. Her behaviour is continiously putting her in opposition to her mother, and you sometimes wonder just how far she is willing to go.

The Priestess: An unusual priestess of the Temple dedicated to the Crying Goddess. She had asked to be sent along with you on your mission, but shows little interest in the mission's success. Cold and irritable, she seems to have personal reasons for following you, and occasionally you notice anger burning in her eyes - one that is not aimed at your enemies.

The Ascendant: He's the one you're supposed to be helping. He's also perhaps the one whom you can trust the least, no matter how friendly his smiles seem. You're all using each other, and as time passes, you realize more and more how precarious his position is. You suppose it's to be expected: if he didn't need help, you wouldn't have been sent to aid him.

tags: @interact-if

[rcsea]

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄*

Multimuse version of 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑* and 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘*.

✧ Features: A more in-depth carrd design prioritizing information, so you'll have plenty of room to write all the important stuff. Highly customizable but may require more patience when editing due to the amount of unique elements. Tested to be mobile friendly but that may vary by device. Contains a customizable sticky header, a page for guidelines, two variations of a muse roster depending on if you want to use a more complex or simplified roster, a bio page that you can optionally use (and duplicate for other muses), a page for connections & a page for npcs. There are small quad-style image galleries in different sections, and there should be plenty of room for you to resize images to fix the block style of presentation when your text runs over. If you have any issues or questions about editing the carrds, you are more than welcome to ask me here on my tumblr and I will try my best to help you!

��� Terms of Use: Like / Reblog if you use, please. Do NOT use this for illegal content or to promote hate (this includes "burn books" and callout / vent blogs). Do NOT remove the credits or make them invisible somehow. Edit as you wish, but no matter how much you change it, do NOT claim it as your own!

✧ Price: $6 for early access , now FREE / pay what you want as of February 9th. If you want to help a girl out with a tip, I'd greatly appreciate it 💗 ( Important Note! This template requires Pro Lite or higher to use due to the number of features included ! )

【 DEMO ✧ DOWNLOAD 】

important info below the cut, please read !

1.) The default muse roster is the gallery style one with images. The simple one does not display in the demo. If using the template, if you want to use the simple roster instead of the more complex one, change the link at the top navigation from "#muses1" to "#muses2". You may want to delete the entire section of the roster you don't end up using to save space.

2.) If you choose to use the bio page for your muses, you need to make copies of it with unique sections. If you have a lot of muses, you may need to make a separate carrd just for your bios to save space and loading time. To do this and use the bio template in this carrd, use this template for a second carrd then delete everything else beside the bio, create new sections as needed (don't forget to add the section breaks), and link to the second carrd from the first. If you need more in-depth guidance with this, I will happily help you.