#especially with my faulty wrist...

[shkika]

W1 loves itself so much!!

I feel like it would be the kind of person to give out amazing advice for folks who have a harder time loving themselves

Plus with all those extra arms, more free hugs! Please let it give out comforting hugsss

Yes!!

Y'know anon I love leaving the stuff I make for people to interpret, but I won't lie it has made me so incredibly happy that W1 is read as a character that encompasses self-love as a very positive thing.

It genuinely puts a smile on my face.

[puck-luck]

hey girly! congrats on 1k 🥳 for the 1k celly, can I request 8 of clubs with Luke Hughes? 🫶🏻

Warnings: choking (duh), dom!luke, degredation, possessive luke WC: 638

“I’m tired of hearing you talk back,” Luke snarls, a deep frown marring his features as he pounds into you. “Fucking brat. You think you’re in charge here? You think you can tell me what to do?”

“No,” you reply weakly, the force of his thrusts making you struggle to stay on all fours like he had asked. Your elbows keep failing, bending, and your ‘talking back’ had just been a frustrated wail of “Luke, I can’t–”

Well, Luke doesn’t like it when you “can’t” do something, especially when that something is a command from him. When you submit to him, he wants you to fully obey his words. There’s no “can’t.” You will do what he says, no matter what. That’s just the way this works. In bed, you listen. You’re his sub. 

“That’s what I thought,” Luke says. He’s probably grinding his teeth together. You can tell just from the sound of his voice– it’s tighter, like he’s doing everything in his power to stave off his release. His fingers are leaving bruises on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock each time he fucks into you. 

On a particularly satisfying thrust, the tip of his cock badgering the magic, spongy spot inside of you, your elbows give out again. Disheartened, overwhelmed, and completely unable to muster the energy to try again, you bury your face in the mattress and fist the sheets beneath you. There are tears beading at the edge of your eyes and your cunt is contracting with the effort to hold off until Luke tells you to come, not to mention the mewls that are leaking from your mouth like a faulty dam. 

Luke scoffs, slowing his movements. He takes you by the hair with one hand, slinging his other around your middle and pulling you up so that your body can rest against his. The skin to skin contact is welcome and calms you, if only slightly.

You sink back against him, using him as a crutch. Your head rolls back on his shoulder, turned slightly towards his neck because you just need to face him. You need to be as close to him as possible. 

Luke brings a hand up to your neck, enveloping the column of skin and applying light pressure. It’s not enough to make it hard to breathe, but you know he’s there. He leaves you wanting more, but he’s teasing you, dangling your fulfillment just out of reach. He’s displaying his power, demonstrating how useless you are when it comes to him. 

His other hand finds your left, then right wrists. He clasps them in front of you, then he starts to move his hips again. He starts slow.

“You always need me to do the work,” Luke chides softly, his tone only slightly warmer than before. He’s resetting a bit, making sure you’re okay. “You’re just my helpless baby, aren’t you?”

You nod, movements slightly stilted because of his big hand and the way it squeezes the sides of your throat.

“Give me a word,” Luke says. “You want me to make you come? You want to make a mess on my cock?”

“Mhm,” you whine, high in the back of your throat. “Luke.”

“So compliant,” Luke acknowledges, sounding smug. He kisses your cheek, upping the tempo of his hips. “Look how sweet you are once I get my hand around you. You like it when I choke you, baby?”

“Love it,” you agree before you keen again. Luke still has your wrists in his grip, but somehow, with his long, long fingers, he’s able to stroke your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

“Mm, I love it too,” he says, still smirking. “I like you so much better with my hand around your throat. You’re all mine when my fingers replace your necklace.”

[yestrnight]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WANT U SO BAD, MISTER !

FROM : gepard / fem! reader

SUBJECT : it's immoral to want a sweet little thing like you, especially when he's well into his 30s and you're still a youngling in your 20s. but should he really feel guilty, when you want him just as bad?

( hopefully this is a bit more tame than my other works; age gap; pússy rubbing; gepard feels guilty; dubcon turned consensual )

gepard knows you’re a sweet thing. when he walks into serval’s workshop for his visits, you always greet him with a smile so sunny it could combat the eternal freeze. you’d drop the little machine you were tinkering with and head into the back to pull out a tray of desserts you’ve baked and trot right over to him. they’re originally for serval, who’d usually become too immersed in her work to remember to eat. but you are ever the dutiful assistant, looking after her whilst picking up some of the more trivial machinery to fix.

when he picks up a still warm cookie, he thanks you. his eyes linger a bit too long on your back when you run off to where you originally were.

serval leans over the counter with a shit-eating smile, chomping into a cookie. “oh, my cute lil brother,” she laughs. “you’ve got a decade on the kid. does the righteous captain of the silvermane guards really wanna go down that alley?”

the next time he comes over, serval is nowhere to be seen. you occupy her usual place at the counter, tongue peeking out from the side of your mouth as you focus on picking apart a faulty machine. you barely hear the chiming of the bell when he comes in, and only come to your senses when his broad shadow looms over you.

“oh, dear!” you gasp, pulling up your goggles. “i am so sorry mister gepard. i didn’t hear you come in.”

something about being alone with you without his nosy older sister in sight makes him even more awkward and nervous. “that’s alright,” he coughs. “where is serval, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“she was called in by the supreme guardian to discuss some internal repairs to qlipoth forth’s security devices.” you quickly sweep off the machine parts off the counter and smile up at him, to which his heart skips a beat. “sit, sit! i baked a fresh new batch of pastries in the back. i’ll bring it right out.”

so when he does take a seat and see you scamper off to the kitchen, he is left alone with the silence and his thoughts… of you, and those particularly nice tights you’re wearing. young belobogians often have their fashionable trends to combat the cold, but he wonders how warm those tights might be if they’re so thin they show off those pretty legs of yours.

white lace patterned in seductive heart patterns, teasing his eyes with the smooth skin beneath them. where those pretty tights end, they dig into your skin and emphasize the softness of it. he buries his face into his hand as he thinks of squeezing and grabbing them, trailing kisses up them till he—

“mister gepard?” your worried face suddenly appears in front of him. “oh no, did i turn the heater up too high? ah, i’ll fix it right now!”

“n-no, it’s fine, [your name],” he grabs your wrist, still blushing. “it’s not hot, really. just that…” his eyes wander into the plush skin between your shorts and tights, before he catches himself and forces to make eye contact with you. “nothing… it’s nothing. i… really should be going now.”

“even when i have something for you to eat?” you pout. “please stay for a little while, mister gepard.”

“angh… [your name], please, this isn’t appropriate…!”

“what’s wrong, mister gepard sir?” your face bearing the innocence of an angel, you cock your head at him as if you’re not milking his cock dry. through your panties (blue and white stripes, gepard’s mind unnecessarily observes, and he blushes) your pussy lips hug his throbbing cock between them, and you let out a keen moan when his fat head grinds against your clit. “but you looked so hungry! i thought maybe i’d let your friend have a taste.”

his big hands clench the sheets behind them, trying to stop himself from grabbing your hips. he grits his teeth and he looks up at you with a desperate pleading look. “please, dear,” he near begs. “you shouldn’t be doing this with a man my age.”

he’s in the early stages of his 30s, you’re barely 20. he’s lived an entire decade more than you, have touched and broken the hearts of women older than you, have tasted and succumbed to the pleasure of bodily desire more than you have— gepard can imagine that you barely had your first kiss. it’s like he’s taking advantage of you, even when you’re the one who unbuttoned his pants and pulled his erection out of them. he doesn’t want this, doesn’t like this— even when his breath goes ragged at the heat of your warm pussy.

“but!” you pout, and you squelch your cunt against an angry vein running along the side of his dick. you’re so fucking wet, it’s unimaginable. are all young pussies like this, or do you just want him that bad? he throws his head back when you drip all over him. “i’ve always admired you, mister gepard. you’re so handsome and gentlemanly, and then i catch you looking at me like that. don’t you think it’s unfair for you to reject me like that?”

“i—! a-ah…?!” a sharp moan comes out from him when you thumb the slit of his dick. “it’s no good for someone like me to… ngh… to chase after you. it’s— it’s wrong!” his protests barely reach you as you marvel at the heat in your palm. it’s sooo big, and your thumb and index finger can only slightly touch each other. you drag your throbbing cunny again, making sure to coat the entire length in your own slick. gepard whimpers with every drag, eyes peeking out from behind his hands as he watches you debauch your body with his perverted length. it’s disgusting, he shouldn’t be doing this to you–!

you can barely control yourself as you sit back and admire his cock, shiny with your slick and throbbing needily. a gentle graze of your finger already has it twitching like mad.

“poor thing…” you say in pity. “looks like you need a loooot of help, mister gepard.” 

“please, [your name], dear.” he sounds breathless as he begs you not to do this to yourself. his heart beats louder and louder as he watches you prop yourself up with a cunning smile, and tease your hole with his leaky tip. you grab onto his chest for support, looking down at him like an angel-turned-devil.

“this is my thanks for protecting us from the eternal freeze~” no no no no, the tip of his length is sinking into you, and the pulse of your warm pussy is making him lose his mind by the second. his thighs are shaking as he controls himself to not plunge it all in. you’re not a monster, gepard, he scolds himself. just tell them to stop. they’re a sweet kid, they’ll un–

“f– fuck!”  gepard yells out when you sink onto the rest of his length, and his back is arched while you smile in ecstasy after finally taking the whole thing. “[y - your name]...! you…!”

licking your lips, your hand trails down to your stretched out cunny, spreading your legs as you show off the pussy lips that have taken in his dick. it’s a perverse, filthy sight. it’s exactly the kind of thing the landaus have taught him not to fallen prey to. he was to marry a gentlewoman, of proper breeding, and make love to her in a noble and loving way.

but here he is, breath cut short as he stares wide-eyed at you. you and your pussy dripping around his throbbing length, hands stretching your lips so you can show it all off and remind him just how much he’s fallen.

and with the way you look at him, he thinks he was wrong in even thinking you were ever a good kid.

[itsnevercasual]

RISK PART I

pairing: mafia!harry x singer!reader

summary: Harry is in town for some.. less than legal business, and you're a local singer trying to get your foot in the door, and also planning your wedding. And maybe Harry is a little too interested in you.

warnings: cussing, slight hints at abuse, panic attacks, ptsd, talks of death, guns, murder, lots of illegal things, alcohol, drugs, me writing with autocaps (ew ik) (this is the worst one)

-

It was far too early for you to be awake, and yet there you were. 7:30 AM on a Tuesday morning in Daytona, standing in a convenience store with your best friend because your boyfriends got drunk the night before.

Well, her boyfriend. Your fiancé.

"Ni was so fucking drunk," Jodie laughed.

"God, I know. I wouldn't be surprised if he wakes up with alcohol poisoning."

"Connor was also pretty fucked up, but it wasn't as funny. He's such an ass when he's drunk."

You sigh, it took her about ten minutes to bring it up. "I know. He's been better though. Just.. I dunno, he gets drunk, and it makes him grumpy," you shrug.

"Yeah, but he kept snapping at you. Seriously, it was pissing me off and killing the vibe."

"Ni shut him up eventually."

You'd long since came to terms with the fact that the man you were planning on marrying was... more or less, a dick, when he was drunk. And when he was sober, but especially when he was drunk.

"You think Advil is enough, or should we just.. grab everything?" you ask as you look through the painkillers. You didn't get drunk enough to ever really find out the best hangover cures. You would, if Connor didn't hate when you were drunk.

"Just grab a pack of those," Jodie told you, gesturing with her hand to a box.

Goody's Hangover Cure.

Well, if he says so.

You turn your head as you hear the telltale bell that signaled someone else had entered the otherwise deserted convenience store. You only looked over for three seconds before the sight of a gun had you dropping the box as you resisted the urge to scream.

There were two men, both with ridiculously large guns, standing in the store. Masks covered their faces.

"Jodie.." you whisper. You were close enough to the back that you were hidden by the shelves, but you could see them.

"Y/N, get behind me. Now," Jodie whispered quickly. She grabbed your wrist and yanked you behind her.

"Give us everything in the register!" one of the men ordered as the clerk frantically opened it.

"Hurry up!" the other one shouted. You flinched.

Jodie slowly pulled both of you to the floor. You both moved so your backs were rested against the shelf, but you might've moved too quick, because your back hit the shelf, and a bunch of boxes topple over.

You squeezed your eyes shut and slapped a hand over your mouth. Jodie tugged you into her shoulder as she squeezed your free hand.

"Who the hell's there?"

Neither of you moved. You weren't even sure you were breathing, actually.

"Go check it out."

Murdered by Robbers at 7:30 in the Morning was about to be the headline about your death.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as one of the men approached. They stopped in front of you two before moving on. You assumed he'd made it to the other guy when--

"There's no one, man."

"You sure?"

"Faulty shelf."

You nearly cried out of relief. You weren't necessarily religious, but you were thanking every God ever at that point.

It was a few more minutes until the doors slammed shut and they left.

-

"The hell are you freaking out about?" Harry asked as the two men stood in the alleyway. Niall was pacing back and forth, running his hands over his face.

"My girlfriend was in there, man."

"What?" Harry asked, sticking a cigarette in between his lips and lighting it.

"My girlfriend! She- I got fucked up last night, and I think she was trying to get me some pills or some shit. She was sitting behind a shelf with one of our friends. Fuck!"

"She doesn't know it was you, Ni, calm down."

"That's not the problem! The problem is that I probably traumatized her! And our friend!"

"We didn't even go near them."

Harry didn't understand what the big deal was. He liked Niall's girlfriend, but she was relatively unbothered about everything.

"Our friend's brother got shot and died during a robbery, H. That's who Jodie was with."

"Oh. Well, that sucks."

"Jesus Christ. Would it kill you to have some empathy?"

"Probably," Harry shrugged.

Niall groaned, "Whatever. But you better be nice as hell whenever we get there."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's fuckin' go before they beat us there and start asking questions."

-

When Jodie and you got back to the house, Niall and Connor were passed out on the couch. You expected to be more shaken up, but you were relatively fine. You weren't having a panic attack, at least.

"I'm gonna go get water," you told her as you tossed her the bag. She nodded as you sighed and walked towards the kitchen. You pulled the fridge open, grabbing a water bottle. You opened it and took a generous sip. You turned and locked eyes with a man you'd never seen before.

"Hey."

You spit your water out all over the counter.

"What the fuck!" you shrieked.

Jodie came running in, "What, what happened? What's--"

Jodie saw the intruder, and instead of losing her shit, she smiled.

Holy shit, my childhood best friend is helping me get murdered, you thought.

"Harry!" she exclaimed as she hugged him.

"Jo! Don't hug the intruder!"

"He's not an intruder," she laughed, turning to face you as they broke the hug. "He's Ni and I's friend. I forgot to tell you he was coming into town."

"Clearly."

"Harry, this is Y/N. Y/N.. Harry."

"Ah, so this is the infamous childhood best friend?"

Once you realized he wasn't there with the intention of stabbing you to death, you relaxed. "Talk about me, much?" you asked Jodie with a teasing grin.

"Only every second of every day," she grinned.

"Fuck Connor and Ni, how about we get married?"

"I was just thinking that!"

You laughed, and turned to Harry, "Sorry I spat water all over you. And screamed at you. And called you an intruder."

"All is forgiven," he laughed.

"I swear I'm normal. I also usually know whenever people are in my house, though."

You glare at Jodie.

"I forgot!" she defended herself.

"Mhm. I'm going back to bed. Wake me up whenever we need to get ready, yeah?"

"Mkay," Jodie laughed as you walked towards the bedroom you shared with Connor. You rolled back into bed and went straight to bed.

-

"She seems.. interesting."

"Yeah. She's real sweet, you'll like her.”

“Isn’t she married?”

“Engaged,” Jodie corrected with a roll of her eyes. “He’s such an ass.”

“He can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, no. He is.”

“Who’s bad?” Connor asked as he slowly walked into the kitchen.

“Uh.. the.. President.”

He gave Jodie an odd look. “… Right..”

“Shut up and go back to bed, Connor.”

“Jesus, good morning to you, too. Who’s the rando?”

“Connor, this is Harry. Harry, that’s Connor. Harry is Niall and I’s friend we were talkin’ about. Connor is… Y/N’s fiancé,” Jodie grimaced as she said the word.

Connor rolled his eyes, “You gotta get over it. You know how upset she’d be if she knew you actually didn’t like me?”

“That’s why you’re gonna keep your mouth shut, asshole.”

“The only reason you don’t like me is because of some stupid shit I did years ago.”

“Yeah, well, where I cone from, we find… that.. unacceptable.”

That had piqued Harry’s interest. What exactly had Connor done to make Jodie hold a multiple-years-long grudge?

As Connor flipped her off and left the kitchen, Harry turned to Jodie. “So, what’d he do?”

Jodie opened her mouth, like she was about to tell him, before sighing. “I can’t say. I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell anyone or bring it up again. She still gets upset about it. Sorry,” she gave him an apologetic look.

“‘S’fine. I’ll just find out myself. I’m sure I could convince her.”

Jodie narrowed her eyes at him, “Be nice.”

“I’m hurt. I’m always nice.”

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed.

-

Later that day, Niall had dragged Harry to some dingy club.

“The hell are we doin’ here, man?” Harry scoffed.

Niall laughed, “Calm down, mate, the girls are gonna meet us here. Plus, we’re gonna have a Connor-free night, which means Y/N will one thousand percent get drunk. She’s a blast, honestly.”

“She not get drunk often, or what?”

“She used to,” Niall shrugged. “When we were in college, she was a pro drinker. Took forever for her to get drunk. But… Connor hates when she’s wasted, ‘cause then he has to ‘deal with it’, as he says.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Every single thing I hear about him makes me dislike him more-“

“Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome to the stage… The Diamonds!”

“Where the hell are the girls at? The band’s about to start.”

Niall smirked, leaning against the counter, “You’ll see.”

The band walked onstage and Harry nearly choked on his drink as you and Jodie took the mics. He’d known Jodie for years— since when was she in a band? And you didn’t seem like the band type, either.

“You can beat the heat, if you beat the charges, too,” you began singing as the music started. “They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true. And my friends all smell like weed or little babies. And the city reeks of driving myself crazy..”

The way you looked was driving him crazy. Black Bell Bottom jeans with stars embroidered on the legs with platform stiletto type heels, and a leather halter top.

Jodie’s outfit was a little different. Platform shoes, black tights, a denim mini-skirt, and a black long-sleeve with a leather jacket thrown over.

“Little did you know, your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in. So, you work your life away just to pay for a time-share down in Destin.”

“Florida,” you and Jodie sang.

“Is one hell of a drug.”

“Florida.”

“Can I use you up?”

“The hurricane with my name when it came,” Jodie sang, finally singing on her own. The people in the crowd who knew her, cheered, including Niall and Harry. “I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away. Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine. Well, me and my ghost, we had a hell of a time. Yes, I’m haunted, but I’m feeling just fine. All my girls got their lace and their crimes. And your cheating husband disappeared. Well, no one asks any questions here. So, I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that gave ever been on my body, and in my mind… they sink into the swamp.”

“.. Is that a bad thing to say in a song?” Jodie whisper-sang with you. He could hear your laugh through the singing, and it was like a drug to him. Sweet as honey.

“Little did you know,” Jodie sang, “your home’s really only the town you’ll get arrested. So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas.”

“Florida!” the two of you sang, jumping on the beat.

“Is one hell of a drug.”

“Florida!”

“Can I use you..”

“.. up,” Jodie joined you.

“I need to forget, so, take me to Florida,” you sang.

“I’ve got some regrets, I’ll bury them in Florida.”

“Tell me I’m despicable, say it’s unforgivable.”

The two of you sang together, “At least the dolls are beautiful. Fuck me up, Florida.”

“I need to forget, so take me to Florida.”

“I’ve got some regrets, I’ll bury them in Florida,” Jodie joined you.

You split off to sing by yourself, “Tell me I’m despicable, say it’s unforgivable. What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida! It’s one hell of a drug..”

“It’s one hell of a drug!” The two of you sang. “Love left me like this, and I don’t want to exist, so, take me to Florida!”

“Little did you know your home’s really only,” you sang.

“A town you’re just a guest in.”

“So you work your life away just to pay—“

“— for a timeshare down in Destin.”

“Take me to—“

“— Florida.”

“Little did you know, your home’s really only the town you’ll get arrested.”

“Florida.”

The two of you sang together, “So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas. Florida! Is one hell of a drug.”

“Take me to,” you sang.

“Florida,” Jodie sang with you. “Can I use you up? Florida!”

“Is one hell of a drug.”

“Florida!”

“Go on, fuck me.. up.”

The club erupted into cheers as the two of you finished the song.

“They’re good,” Harry commented.

“Yeah. They’re a force to be reckoned with. ‘specially Y/N.”

“So it seems.”

-

A/N: AAAAA IM SO EXCITWD FOR THIS OKAY YAYY

[allens-chocolate-dreams]

An introduction to all my Sidesteps!

Details under the cut.

Ollie Gardener

- Technically Oliver Gardener, but nobody calls them that.

- Nonbinary transmasc, they/them pronouns, pansexual, Latine.

- Puppet is a short Latina lady called Yasmin, and villain name is Nerium, coming from the scientific name of their favorite toxic flowers: oleanders. Armor appearance varies by playthrough, but is usually flower-themed.

- Blue leaning stats for the most part, tech savvy tactician, Puppetmaster scar with Justice motivation, sui tag true, either Anarchist or "prepare them" Hero Hunter depending on playthrough. Base is the tech shop.

- Is very manipulative, uses their cute appearance and tastes for soft colors and clothing to their advantage, very calculating despite being empathetic. Obsessed with plants, especially flowers, and has a fascination for fungi, specifically mushrooms as well. They're an artist, and frequently paints nature in their free time when they're not being dragged down by their faulty mental health.

- Has a vice on sweets.

- Romance path varies, but has had feelings for Julia, Daniel, and Argent.

- Has scoliosis and chronic lower back pain, uses a cane when leaving the house.

Chris Bunny

- Trans woman, she/her pronouns, bisexual, half-Japanese + half White Brazilian.

- Puppet is a tall mixed woman named Alice, and her villain identity is Puppetmaster.

- Orange leaning stats for Daring and Arrogance, and high Infamy, but her wavering empathy keeps her from being a full Orangestep. Streetsmart tactician, varies between Friendless and Puppetmaster scar, and between Anger or Revenge motivation, depending on playthrough. Mob Boss who's friendly with her crew and showed them her face and base. Base is in the luxury property. Armor is Imposing.

- She's reckless, loves to banter and fight even being a tactician, and despite being very driven and able to be quite ruthless, she's got a strong grip on her morals and lines she won't cross for the most part. However, she is still of the opinion that the ends justify the means. Passionate and stubborn, struggles with caring too much about others when she's supposed to be detached in order to be safe and achieve her goals. Can be very caring when she allows herself to be. Has a lot of hobbies, but the main ones include reading children's books, fashion, singing and playing guitar.

- Main vice is sweets, but drinks alcohol when she hits rock bottom as well.

- Main romance path is Ortega, but has also been with Daniel or Argent in some playthroughs.

- Has mild scoliosis and chronic pain in her hands, especially her right wrist due to repeated injury. Sensitive skin can get easily irritated from various materials.

Nathane Mariom

- Femme-leaning Bigender, she/they pronouns, asexual lesbian, White.

- Puppet is a tall White man named Nate, villain identity is Decayed.

- Blue leaning stats for the most part, but ruthless levels are unstable. Tech savvy tactician, Friendless scar with Revenge motivation, sui tag true, Anarchist who wants to break the system. Base is in the tunnels. Armor varies between Mysterious and Terrifying.

- She's apathetic, shy but blunt, struggles with recognizing her own emotions, has severe depression and does not take care of herself at all. Doesn't know how to connect to people, and though they're not openly malicious, struggles to set limits for themselves in their villainy, which often hurts a lot more people than they acknowledge. Fucked up tendencies they're not completely aware of. Main hobby is doodling and learning about ocean creatures, especially whales, sharks and jellyfish.

- Has a vice on coffee and extremely caffeinated energy drinks.

- Main romance path is the poly with Argent and Julia, though they have also been involved with Mortum as the puppet in some paths.

- Has widespread chronic pain and fatigue, likely due to fibromyalgia worsened by trauma and nerve damage. Used to just suffer without support, but as of Retribution and Revelations, has gotten a manual wheelchair with power assist and an upright rollator to help with the pain in their daily life. Sometimes uses a single crutch around the house.

Matheus Carvalho

- Trans man, he/him pronouns, gay, Black with a Brazilian heritage.

- Puppet is a short Black man named João, villain identity is Fallen.

- Bluestep, very empathetic, though there's some minor arrogance there depending on playthrough. Tech savvy tactician, Outsider scar with Fate motivation, sui tag true, varies between Hero Hunter and Anarchist. Base is in the tech shop. Villain armor varies between Mysterious and Functional.

- He's empathetic, prefers to be gentle when he can, is quiet and very shy, struggles with getting close to people or believing he's able to make connections. His beliefs in Fate are very strong, and he believes he's doomed to fall and fail no matter what, which both comforts and terrifies him. Has an all-or-nothing approach to things, struggles with nuance and rigid thinking. Despite everything, he tries his best to be kind and tell the truth when he's able to. At the same time, struggles with transitions between lies and truth, and as such often gets caught up in trouble when he holds on to a single instance for too long. Hobbies include baking, fashion, reading poetry and practicing capoeira.

- Has a vice on both sweets and coffee.

- Main romance path is the poly with Ricardo and Chen.

- Has significant scoliosis, chronic pain in both his lower back and right leg, uses a cane for balance as well as to take the weight off his painful joints. Has sensory processing disorder and episodic migraines, which his tinted glasses help with.

Zenith Orionis

- Nonbinary, zie/hir, aroace-spec panromantic, very mixed.

- Puppet is a short mixed woman named Carina, villain identity is Hunger.

- Maxed out Daring and Arrogance stats with extremely high Empathy to balance it out. Tech savvy tactician, Hunger scar with Better Life motivation, sui tag true, art Thief who's very good at hir job. Villain base varies, armor is Terrifying.

- Zie's chaotic, mischievous, thrill seeking, self-destructive and hyperactive to cover up the fact that hir senses are dulled and hir senses of personhood and connection to the world are messed up. Zie's usually kinda sweet, if snarky, and doesn't mean to cause unnecessary harm, but will often do so due to hir reckless behavior. Has a distorted mentality when it comes to the logics of villainy and manipulation, genuinely believes that zie's doing good by hurting the heroes and giving them a "challenge", for example. Constantly looking for intense sensory feelings, which makes it drawn to eyestrain, Scene and Weirdcore stuff, fidget toys, snacks with strong flavors, and abstract art. Has a special interest in space and galaxy stuff, which is where hir name comes from, and hir main hobbies include art and singing.

- Has an extreme sweet vice, but will often indulge in caffeine and alcohol as well.

- Romance path is with Danny.

- Has chronic pain and nerve damage in hir right shoulder, lower back, left hip, both knees and right ankle. Uses very colorful crutches to get by in civilian life, and relies on hir armor's pain management systems for villain work.

And these are all my Sidesteps! I hope you like them ^_^

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 16th

Nipple Play // Cock Worship // Lactation

Herr König x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: pregnancy talk, non-human/interspecific pregnancy/xenopregnancy, (lots of) breast milk, with addictive qualities, weight gain/feedism, button popping, creampie, unprotected sex, dom!Reader, sub!König, light praise kink, cockwarming

Notes: this one is my personal favourite of the whole month tbh. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Kinktober List || Masterlist || AO3

Ever since giving birth your breasts have been painfully full. As soon as you finish pumping, it's not long before having to pump again. Where the fuck does it all come from?

You admit your pregnancy wasn't a normal one, König still very secretive about his programme here. You signed up over ten months ago now, but König decided to keep you around for extra observation. You also like his company. Even if he does have his secrets, he looks after you wholeheartedly. Caring for you and the baby.

The baby seems like any other regular human being, so you're confused why you remember that...thing, impregnating you. So it makes sense your milk was different, tailored as nutrition for a creature. You just didn't realise you would be leaking constantly like a faulty faucet.

Your hormones were bad throughout the pregnancy, but now they were even worse. You guess that it explains your excessive milk production. When you weren't pumping milk, you were pumping your fingers inside you.

König has caught you on occasion doing this and insists that's his job, scolding you. You admit to him that it's pretty much constant and he won't be able to keep up, but he is adamant.

Anyways, what were you saying? Ah yes the lactation. You lost count how many bottles you were producing, but König insists you keep going.

As soon as you started pumping, König had asked you to try some, for scientific purposes. Which later developed into a kink. It eased the pain for you, and it got him off, so it was a win win in your eyes.

You've been producing so much, you think König has been putting on weight, and oh boy does it suit him. Every time he would reach to grab you something, his shirt would ride up. The sight of his belly peaking out had you going feral.

He knows that his weight gain is a turn on for you too. Recently, while watching you breastfeed, he would pull up a chair and sit down with a deep sigh. His legs spreading, undoing his belt to get comfortable. Groaning as his belly pushes out of the button on his his white slacks. He has a small amount of hair on his chest, you're certain he never used to have a lot before the pregnancy. Probably another side effect of your milk?

But he was especially gifted in the snail trail region. An attractive amount of hair teasing it's way down to his lap. It should come with a sign saying "LICK HERE" with an arrow pointing downwards.

Leaning back in the chair, he would start stroking his stomach, trailing down to his cock, his hand resting there. You've never seen anything sexier.

"Any left for me?"

"Maybe...have you been a good boy?", you start packing up the equipment and walk over to him.

Looming over him, you straddle his lap, hitching up your dress to make you more comfortable. König nods his head, looking at you longingly. His hands drift towards your breasts when you grab his wrists, throwing them behind his head, pinning them to the wall.

You lift up his head with your index finger, he's clearly enjoying this as you feel his erection growing in his pants. He smirks at you, blinking slowly, enamoured.

Keeping his hands pinned with one hand, you take off his glasses with another, throwing them over your shoulder and onto the carpet. Your breasts are already leaking. His gaze drifts down and notices, subtly licking his lips, biting them to cover up his neediness.

"So eager...", your hand caresses his cheek.

"I want something in return first", you bargain with him, grinding down on his lap.

He scrunches the corner of his lips, thinking.

"I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."

You lean forward to kiss him, your grip on his wrists easing off. Your fingers tangle in his hair as König starts pulling down his pants. You feel his cock bouncing free, hitting the inside of your thigh.

You've only been wearing loose sun dresses lately. All your underwear has been way too uncomfortable to wear too.

Your hands drift down to his cock, palming him a few times before inserting himself into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders for stability as you sink down, his entire length filling you up perfectly.

You keep him inside you as you direct König's hand to your breasts. He groans as he massages them, "fuck, so beautiful".

Your stomach flips at his words, moaning as he starts to play with your nipples.

It's not long before his fingers are replaced with his tongue as he starts licking, milk leaking out of them. His hands on your shoulders, holding you down on his cock as you squirm at König nibbling at your sensitive buds.

You start to move your body, grinding against König, the feeling of his belly hitting against yours making your mind spiral. It was incredibly hot to you how your milk was changing his body, addicted to the liquid gold you were producing.

König's face rubs into your breasts, his five-o-clock shadow slightly scratching your skin. You told him to start growing his facial hair out, thinking he would suit it. The mental image of a beard AND his belly has you foaming at the mouth with lust. He said he would think about it, but you always have a way of getting what you want with him.

The pressure in your breasts starts to lift as König drinks deep, lifting them up, kneeding them, relieving some of the weight off your back.

Your hands start to drift towards your clit, as you near your orgasm.

"König I'm close-"

But he's too entranced with your breasts.

Arching your back playing with your bundle of nerves, way more sensitive now after giving birth, your body tenses up as you reach climax. Your toes curl as your walls grip König's cock tight, making him cum too.

His cock twitches inside you as his seed fills you up. König moaning, still licking at your chest. You relax your body and keep him inside you as he finishes lapping up your breast milk.

Your tuck your hair behind your ear, watching König devour you. Shit how is he still going? You place a hand on his head as a subtle signal to stop. He gazes up at you, mouth wide open, clearly on cloud nine, when you feel his cock inside you, already growing hard, smiling.

You're a bit gobsmacked at how quickly he's recovered and ready to go for round two already, still feeling the cum dripping out of you.

Fucking hell... this breast milk will be the death of you.

...Not that you're complaining.

[askcamilenull]

Beginning Part 1 (and Rules/Boundaries)

If not for the simple fact that he could literally feel the poison atmosphere in his lungs, Jack would have suspected the informants information to be faulty at best. he had chosen this city to lay low in for a reason after all. Anything that was likely to be after his head at this time wasn't likely to be able to breathe in this atmosphere at the same time. 

Or at least not anything that had been alive here in the past 10,000 years or so.

 so why Did it look like a girl fresh out of a college party had passed out on this rotting apartment couch? 

It was hard to tell if she was dead or simply sleeping by just looking at her. it didn't look like her chest was rising or falling anyways. Even if she was dead then it looked like she died yesterday. this wasn't the kind of atmosphere that would have preserved a dead body either, not from everything he'd seen so far. 

 and her face, well, it was beyond preserved. it was… well it wasn't hard to look at. She looked at peace and youthful with short, almost fluffy, blue hair. And her clothing was unmistakably Earthling attire. He couldn't even begin to imagine how she gotten here.

His hand twitched at his side. Should he… should he see if he could find a pulse?

He reached out a hand slowly to her, reaching for her own hand. part of him hoped she would wake up just from this contact but no such luck.

Her hand was cold.

 He swallowed but willed himself to focus, feeling her wrist.

 Nothing.

 Sighing, he got back up abandoning her hand, albeit gently.

 It was a shame, as much as he wanted to lay low, he admitted he could have used the company. 

He wandered into the kitchen to give himself some space from the girl, when he stopped up short. marking the entrance to what was left of the kitchen was a pile of wood that he supposed to be a counter, riddled with holes.

But that wasn't what stopped him.

Rather it was what was on top of it

Unmarked by time was a light blue cup, filled with a clear, bubbling liquid and covered completely on the outside by condensation.

Forget the girl's appearance, this was fresh, there was no doubt about it.

He reached out towards it to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating. He even gave the liquid a sniff. It smelled like some off-brand soda, but ordinary nonetheless

Before he could even form any theories, footsteps cracked up from behind him, and he turned to see the girl upright and rubbing at one of her eyes like she had just been crashing at a friend's apartment for the weekend. 

They stared at each other for a few moments before she winked.

“Heya, handsome! Ya mind handing me my drink?”

Then her eye fell out.

Rules/boundaries

Warning: This will contain body horror and dismemberment of a kind as you've seen in the introduction... Camile has a hard time... holding herself together. If that's something that will bother you, I completely understand.

For now, there will be no drawn responses, due to hand pain and other similar problems :/

No pr*shipping or NSFW requests

No hate, bullying, ect.

Please do not use this blog to vent.

Fan content is welcome as long as it doesn't violate the other rules :DDDDDDDDD

Crossovers and rps are extremely welcome as long as it doesn't violate the other rules. :333333333

There will be lore because yes :333333

Admittedly, I haven't yet had the chance to watch Torchwood yet, but I plan on changing that soon. (It's also been a minute since I've watched good old DW.) As such, this won't really follow the lore of the show anytime soon. Even when I watch it, I'll probably take liberties for fun especially since that's what this blog is for.

Well, I think that covers it for now, so ask away.

[geekytheartist]

More of that Avianverse thing I made. It got like two notes but eh the rest is in my gallery already so why not post it.

A world of shapeshifting animal and plant people? Kinda funky.

See one of my previous posts for the first half of the characters.

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Giovanna is a Black Widow shapeshifter and a person of reason, but they have energy to them. They deal in computers and coding, but also drawing and baking. They can also pull webs from their wrist (using the biologically accurate place would've been weird) and can climb walls, although they have the very common affliction of faulty venom glands, so they are not venomous.

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King is a Cobra Snake shapeshifter, and born party animal. They are a constant mess, and likely a liability to have around in serious situations, but they know how to have fun, and charm many peers with just their presence. Perhaps he'll be your friend too?

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Beatrix is a Phoenix shapeshifter and arcade maniac. She's even trespassed into an arcade just to feed her hyperfixation, what a weekend it must've been for her parents. She gets along great with her friends, especially Max and King, and could probably challenge you to any game and win.

(A picture of Beatrix with her parent)

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Bubbles is a Betta Fish shapeshifter and the daughter of two important historical figures. Her mothers were lovers when plant shapeshifters and animal shapeshifters were socially separated, writing letters to one another for years, eventually releasing them to the public once the two societies merged, giving a harrowing look into a person's emotional turmoil. Because of their legacy and the two owning a museum, Bubbles spends her time researching history, being isolate and studious as an unfortunate result.

Fun fact: I didn't add it to her ref sheet but her wheelchair has sea imagery on it :)

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Not done yet, but more of them. Typing on this device is hard so I'll stop here. Also, image limits, but its not as bad as Twitter's pathetic four image limit lol

Thanks for checking this out

[suyooo]

Making BIG SIF2 (Part 3)

Hi! I'm back, and my BIG SIF setup is complete! That's not to say I'll never touch anything about it ever again, but it works great, and it also looks great now. Almost as if it's not just a pile of jank and bodges!

If you missed part 1 and part 2, the tl;dr is: I recreated an old SIF event where you stomp on big old floor buttons with eight other players to play songs together as a team. The other two posts talk about how the switches work, and various details about how it's all connected respectively, in case you are interested!

This post is another write-along of me working on stuff, and this time, it's about just finishing off the last few problems and to-dos - making a case for the electronics, and thinking about reliability and portability. Because of how many topics I want to cover, everything will only be covered relatively briefly. But if you want to know more about something specific, drop me an ask and I'll write more about that topic.

And just to have this important bit above the fold: I'm bringing the setup to Connichi on Saturday next weekend, in case you are there and want to play. More about that at the bottom of the post - but let's get started!

First off, an admission: I lied to you. Last time I said I made eight more floor switches. But that was not quite the truth:

It was eleven.

So multiply everything I said last time by 1.33 - 12 total switches, with 36 shelf liner layers, 24 of those copper taped and soldered, 144 holes cut into 12 rug pad layers, 192 snap caps pressed by hand, 48 cables crimped with bullet connectors by hand. Needless to say, I have been taking it easy to give my wrist a break... The first question is probably "why?" - it's not like there's a 12-spot mode or something. That's true, I'll never use more than nine of the switches at the same time. The reason these extra three buttons exist is reliabilty: there can be three backup floor switches on standby, to swap in if something breaks.

The switches are probably fairly easy to fix if something goes wrong - just need to re-solder a connection or repair some copper tape, at most. But that will still be a problem when actually playing with the controller system, because it will always take some time, during which the game will not be playable. Having more switches on standby means you can swap out the faulty button to diagnose and repair it, while the game can go on! But the main thing is that I will not be having the means to repair switches in most locations in the first place. I'm not going to bring my screwdrivers, soldering station, multimeter, extra copper tape, cable and everything else to wherever we're playing! And there's a good chance there's no power or space for a repair station, anyways.

That's why I went with three backup buttons, so the game can go on even longer even if I I'm unable to do repairs right away. We'll just keep playing, and I'll repair the broken switches when I'm back home. And technically, because all the buttons are modular and I can swap out the separate layers, the system doesn't become unusable until four of the same part break! That should be more than enough reliability for almost any situation, especially since it probably won't be used for more than a couple hours at a time.

Next up: let's hide all of the work I did. Having the wiring visible is a little ugly, so let's just put everything in a box. Building an enclosure also makes transporting and setting up everything a lot easier, since I can already connect everything inside the box ahead of time, and then just have to plug in and place the switches on the floor. And the easiest way to make a bespoke enclosure is 3D printing it!

What I'll need - besides the obvious "places to put all of the adapters and the phone" - is some way to access the sockets and board from outside so I can plug all the cables in. Also, even though SIF2 isn't that demanding, it's still a closed box, so I'll probably want to add a fan. But that sounds doable, most of these won't be any problem. I can draw a box with some holes. I decided to go for OpenSCAD for this project instead of FreeCAD - while it would have been nice to have FreeCAD to plan cable routing and be able to set constraints and everything, I just didn't need all of these complicated features. Again, it's just a box with holes, and I can do that real fast in OpenSCAD.

To make sure I get the box right the first try, I implemented every component as a seperate module in OpenSCAD, so I could print them seperately - for example, I could easily test print only the part of the wall that would house the Ethernet socket, to make sure that it fits perfectly before printing the whole box - and then adjust their position easily without messing up the rest of the components.

For the adapters without screw holes, I used threaded inserts that you melt in the plastic. I've never used them before, but since self-tapped holes wear out after a few times of putting screws in and out, I wanted to try out a more reliable method. These ones will last probably forever, and hold the screws in real tight. They were surprisingly easy to use, I assumed they would be harder to get straight... With this, I can use pillars with threaded inserts and some clips to screw in to keep the adapters in place, no matter how much the box gets thrown around. These threaded inserts can also be used to mount the arcade controller board and the fan. The fan even gets power right from the arcade board, which has 5V pins meant for LEDs - but they work just fine for anything else that needs power, too. I did add a resistor on the wire though, to turn down the fan speed and noise. Finally, to access the adapter sockets easily without having to open the box, I found panel mount extension cables for all the sockets that needed to be accessible outside - HDMI, Ethernet and USB-C (power delivery).

One difficulty was the sockets for the button cables. These are not some standardized kind of plug, after all, so I can't buy a panel mount cable like the others - I have to figure out how to mount these flush with the outside wall myself, and they have to stay in place, both when inserting and pulling out the cable. In this case, I was able to use the middle shelf I already had, that mainly exists to hold the phone, since it's placed right above the cable holes. I hot glued the sockets for the cables to some small clips, which can be screwed into the shelf with screws. Finally, the shelf can be aligned with the holes in the wall when placing it in the box, all the sockets being inserted at once. There's even a bit of a taper on the button cable holes, so the sockets self-align with them!

All that's left then is just jamming all the cables in there somehow. The only real awkward cable was the USB-B-to-A cable for the arcade board connection - the one that came with it was two metres long, far too much to fit in there. So I just cut it up and soldered it back together, reducing the length down to just 20 cm. That way, all the cables actually fit in there quite nicely, and there's plenty of space left for the board connector cables, so the middle shelf can lock everything in place!

And here's the finished box! That's a good box, right?

As one little last addition, I worked on some decorations. A plain white box would look a little boring, after all, so I added some accents and icons on the front and top. While it would have been super easy to do by printing the lid in one go and changing to a pink filament for just the decoration layers, I thought I'd be smart and not buy an entire spool of filament just for that. Instead, I printed everything seperately in white filament, and then painted it all with pink acrylic paint instead. That made the decoration only cost half - but it was such a pain. Between all the coats of paint needed to get a result that didn't look completely awful, having to glue on all of the little dots on the lid by hand, and then the clear coat, which kept getting tiny bits of dust getting stuck in it which are painfully noticable on a white background... I should have paid the extra price for the filament, it would have been less work and looked much better. Hindsight is 20/20. At least it looks okay from "standing on the floor switches" distance, I guess.

To close up the box securely, I also ended up adding some magnets I had around, glued into holes in the lid and the box walls. This way, to set up the game, I don't need any tools - all the cabling in the bottom department can be done far ahead of time, and then, at the location, I just open up the magnetic lid to place my phone into it, plug the floor switch cables into the sockets, connect the output cable on the back of the box, and it's good to go! This was an important step for the project - instead of a nest of wires openly sitting next to the TV, it looks nice and properly finished now. It probably could have been done way easier by just grabbing a shoe box, punching some holes into it and just having extensions cables hang out, but I wanted to try doing it "right", and I think the result is absolutely worth it.

One more note: I tried to reduce printed waste by just printing small parts to test and only doing the full box print once I was sure everything would work - but all those test prints shown above are still waste of course. This is sadly something that cannot be avoided, but I can at least make sure to reduce the impact it has. The test prints are not getting thrown into the trash, but will eventually make their way to the Recyclingfabrik. If you've never heard of them, they're a company based here in Germany that makes 100% recycled 3D printer filament! That way, my useless prints won't get burned or end up in a landfill, but can instead be reused in the future. (Also, they make some really cool filament colours, I highly recommend checking them out!)

Alright, now that we made a really good box, it's time to get back to something questionably janky.

With everything in the box running off of the phone battery, the system already is completely portable! Imagine being able to set up a quick BIG SIF game wherever you are, at cons or something… but in order to do that, there's still one massive component missing, and that's a screen to play on. Obviously, playing the game on a 15cm phone screen while standing on buttons up to two metres away is not a good time. You need something bigger! The coolest thing would be to buy a battery powered projector. That would give you a giant picture and be easy to set up anywhere - I'll probably get one sooner or later, but I'm not pulling the trigger on that purchase just yet. It'll be a lot pricier than the rest of this project, and choosing an outdoor projector seems hard, anyways… (I've been looking for comparisions of images from projectors with different Lumen amounts in different light conditions, but that doesn't seem to exist. Maybe some of you know something similar?)

There's also portable monitors. These are mainly meant as a simple second screen for laptops when working, but they would be a good fit for this situation as well, since they only need a USB connection for power. Something like that could work if I could find a screen that is large enough, and it would also be quite easy to carry around with the setup, as these are usually pretty thin. But again, good ones are usually in the "costs more than this entire project in total" range. But the thing is, technically all we need is a screen and a battery. I think if we bodge things a little, we can use another device that has a screen and a battery, and is made for being portable: your laptop.

Let me introduce you to scrcpy, which is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread. If you want your Android screen on your PC screen, it is hands down the best way to do it. All you need is an USB cable - no app needed, no massive latency due to WiFi, and no need to send all your video data through some provider's remote server. scrcpy has almost no delay, you can use your PC keyboard and mouse, and you can even play phone audio on your PC with the newer versions. It's incredible, and I use it almost every day. So, plug the USB cable into the phone, and you can have SIF2 on the laptop screen! A luxurious 40cm screen, and speakers included, no emulators needed! But wait... now that the phone is directly connected to the laptop, I can't connect the other adapters in the box. It doesn't make sense to have the video on the laptop if I can't use the floor switches. Those are the entire point of the project! So, I can't use an USB connection.

But remember that Ethernet adapter I added? The main use for it was to be able to wire up to get a good and stable internet connection when the wireless one is too weak. But by using a special Ethernet crossover cable, two devices can communicate without needing a router or switch, and can create their own network just between them! scrcpy doesn't work just over USB, a network connection works, too - and I can set up that connection with just that cable. The video stream to the laptop is back up, and the board can still be connected! And now, we have a solution for a portable screen - it shows the game, it has it's own battery, and it's easy to transport! This approach is obviously not perfect - it's pretty janky, and "almost no delay" is still a delay - but for a quick spontaneous game of BIG SIF, this is a fine way to play.

The final hurdle to take is the internet connection the game needs. This is still a massive weak point in the portability, because, as every con-goer knows, it's basically impossible to use mobile internet at cons, as it is immediately overloaded by the amount of people there (or at least German con-goers know, idk if other countries are as bad). Unless you are have a provider that uses the higher tier mobile networks, it's either extremely slow or just unavailable. If the connection is laggy, that should still be enough to play, as you'd only have to fetch song info at the start of a Live - but SIF2 makes it difficult, due to how the game handles assets, specifically, the music files.

Every time the game loads a new song, it needs to download a file from the servers. That's the reason why, if you scroll through the song list quickly or hit the Random button a lot, the preview music doesn't play for a while: The game has to load all the server files for all the songs you stopped on... The song files are on your phone, but they are not complete. There's parts missing, and that file that has to be downloaded contains those missing parts. Without being able to download these server parts, the game would not be able to reassemble any song files, and could not play any music. And this is why a stable internet connection is so important for this project. We'd have no music at all without one, because every file must download it's missing parts from the servers! If only there was a way to keep the missing parts files, and store them on the phone so we wouldn't have to download them every time...

Trying to avoid too much technical details, here's the idea in a nutshell: I made an app that runs in the background while SIF2 is open, and whenever the game contacts the asset server, we trick it into instead requesting the missing parts file from that app. The app will handle the download instead, but in addition to delivering the file to the game, it will also save it on the phone. And if the same file is requested again, we just take it from storage instead of downloading it from the server again! The code for it is surprisingly simple, but the difference it makes is massive - it's noticable even with a stable and fast WiFi connection, because the delay between selecting a song and the preview starting is completely gone! So I'll probably keep using this app even when playing normally, but most importantly, this is going to work wonders on mobile connections! Maybe, that's enough to play the game even with things slow down... I won't know for sure until we get there.

And hey, while I already made an app, I also added a bunch of buttons to make setting up easier without having to use the shell. Everything that's needed to do a BIG SIF, on a single screen!

Anyways, we've come to the end! That's all for this project for now! Thank you for reading all the way to here!

If you're planning to make a BIG SIF setup for yourself and have any questions, or are just interested in more details on anything I've talked about, feel free to drop me a ask/message and I'd be happy to answer! If you want to come play with me on this setup though, that'll probably be a little harder for most people reading this due to distance, sadly :) But you could try checking my Mastodon, where I might be talking about any cons I'll be bringing it to! Just to mention it again, I'll be bringing everything to Connichi in Wiesbaden next Saturday (September 2nd)! I won't have a proper setup location, but if you have a group who's up to play, keep an eye out for the GenYoha!Kanan cosplayer - assuming I finish the cosplay in time, otherwise, look for a nesoberi-laden Lanzhu. If we can find a place where we don't annoy others, and the mobile internet connection plays nicely, maybe we can play a few rounds - so, see you there, possibly?

And as the last last last topic, here's some final thoughts - on things I'd like to change, or that you can consider changing if you make something like this yourself!

One obvious part of the project you could change is how the buttons work. I like the copper tape approach - it seems robust, is easy to build and fix in case of problem, and works reliably. But as long as you can make something that can close an electrical circuit, anything could work! One obvious choice would be contact sensor, but personally, I feel that's just a big point of failure, but maybe there's some cool approaches out there I didn't think of... One thing that I want to try though is replacing the rug pad with some light foam, about 1cm thick or so. As it is right now, the switches are lacking some kind of physical response, you don't feel much of a press. Maybe the foam would allow the button to have a "travel", being able to feel the switch depress and bottom out could be nice.

And regarding the caching app for the sever files, maybe I should just go all the way with that idea? Because ideally, I'd extend this concept to not just the missing part files, but generally all server communication. The app would just replay responses from when I logged in earlier instead, and have infinite plays without a connection! But I'm not sure whether I want to go down the private server rabbit hole...

The big thing I'd love to do though is improve the menuing. SIF2 is just not meant to be played with buttons - it's made for a touchscreen! And the keyboard solution I have right now works, but it's not a great solution. The floor switches will still be functional on the menus and mess around there, and the keys will also be usable on the screens they're not meant for. It's definitely not something I can just pass to someone and say "here, have fun". But what would the better approach be? The base requirement for any better interface would be to be able to track which screen the game is on, which is already a major problem. One thing I was able to come up with was making a helper app record certain regions of the screen, and doing image comparison - as in, "if this button is visible, the app must be on that screen". But that would be a whole different project, probably worth a full post in itself...

Okay, I'm stopping for real now. Too many ideas, not enough time, as always. byeee

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Happy WBW! In honor of the pain bestowed upon me by the Blood Goddess 🙃, what is your world like in relation to sicknesses, injuries, and other afflictions? Feel free to discuss the medical system or how jobs/institutions respond, or even how individual characters feel!

Happy WBW! Oof I hope you feel better! I'll have my character's tell you all about it.

Robots & Gardens

Donnie: Mute and one of the few cyborgs roaming around meaning they have a substantial amount of high tech/robotic prosthetics.

"There are a lot of ways to work with my ability to vocalize. I'm appreciative. I'd never let them even attempt to 'fix' my muteness. But it gets costly fast. All of my stuff does. I have resorted mostly to sound cues and typing. It's way more than I'm willing to pay for my machinery to read my sign language. And it kinda sucks too, it's so damn slow. With the constant maintenance I need on my prosthetics I've found myself... In a lot of trouble." Donnie gestures to himself, "I'm actually pretty well off. But even I have to push off a couple of maintenances. Either out of exhaustion or unwillingness to give away half of my check to make sure my brain hasn't been chewed on my metal. They do an amazing job at making me feel like a machine." He crossed his arms, "I hate it."

Digits: Also has prosthetics. Incorrectly fitted ones that have caused further damage.

"I got into a work accident. And these pieces of shit is all my job could cover. Couple days later they dropped the model for being faulty. Unreliable. Clunky." Digits grimaced flexing her fingers in thought, "They make my arms go limp. My shoulders will like seize up. Sometimes it's a couple minutes. One time it lasted for a couple days. I usually can't feel anything in my arms when it happens. But pain will linger when it's done. But I also don't have the privilege to just get these swapped out." She paused again and cussed, "My arms would probably have to go. I can't trust just anybody with that. Without Donnie and Hollis and a couple of my construction buddies. I'd be fucked."

Peace: Honestly the way she can move her joints. I wouldn't be surprised if bro is damn their hypermobile. I just haven't fully looked into what that all entails

"I dislocate my arms all the time. Elbows, shoulders, wrists. I haven't thought to have it looked into. Why get looked down on when I can just ignore it? It usually helps me out anyway."

Hollis: Has bad eyes. Needs prescription glasses/lenses. Especially when working on more elaborate things like Digit's hands. In a way she's a medic since she's kinda known around for helping people out with their prosthetics.

"It sucks seeing people walk in with damaged prosthetics. Especially ones I remember drafting, occasionally pushing them to the trash. But it's all they got so I do my best with what they have. Sometimes I can't do much. I've got an older pair of teched glasses and some lenses. The lenses burn. And they make my eyes look blue. It's weird but I haven't had the time to try to hunt for a new pair," Hollis sighed exasperated, "More and more people have been finding me lately. Maybe that's a good thing. But sometimes it's straight up horrific. Seeing people crawl in with mangled prosthetics from working their day jobs."

Fucked at Five

Julie: Is missing an eye. She has a prosthetic for general appearances but doesn't always wear it. Her remaining eye is not perfect either. She's got pretty bad vision.

Julie pulls her eyelid down, swiftly removing her prosthetic, "I refuse to lose my only prosthetic. So I don't wear it often. The medical care that's available out here is actually pretty good. It's just a bit of a strain on the stuff we do have. It seems like we're always running low on something. But maybe that's just my timing. One of the first people I met here made my prosthetic. So a lot of the medical people are pretty specialized, it's almost scary. The bonus is no one breathing down your neck if you don't have anything to give."

Saz: Had to do general health checks while still in the human cities. Because of her involvement in sports and the typical morpher check ups.

"You know it's really hard to bite back that you're a morpher. But I've gotten really used to lying about it. Or just not getting help from others when I am injured or sick. It's just safer that way. You want help in a human city. Don't be a morpher or have good connections," Saz stated shrugging a little.

[persepor]

Metroid; Other M - An Essay/Review

I consider myself a Metroid fan, even though I've only played two Metroid games. Those games being Metroid; Samus Returns and Metroid; Other M, today we'll be talking about the latter.

It is recommended you listen to the track from the game called Metroid; Other M - Piano Medley while reading this. I will also give you other tracks to listen to, it is also recommended to read on desktop or a laptop.

Story

Now I as a wee child in 2012 got a Wii along with Epic Mickey (warrants it's own essay), Super Mario Galaxy (also requires an essay), and Metroid Other M (I'll refer to it as Other M). So I will be writing this without bias or nostalgia.

Now this came out after Metroid Prime 3 (currently playing it atm) which portrayed Samus as a badass, which she is in every game. This game kinda does that decently, although the story is iffy it has a good message and TRIED to give Samus emotion and inner-thoughts.

Samus after recovering from the battle against Mother Brain, that happened years ago, heads into space when she gets a distress call from an abandoned Galactic Federation base called 'The Bottle Ship' where she supposedly got the call from 'the baby'. There she encounters her old team from the time she was at the federation, these people are: Adam Malkovich, Anthony Higgs, Ian Malkovich, James Pierce, K.G. Misawa, and Lyle Smithsonian.

Now I'm still salty after all these years about the whole cutscene in Sector Zero. Now if Adam knew they weren't immune to freeze rays, why did he shoot a freeze ray at Samus?? Also his sacrifice seemed somewhat forced, but I guess Sakamoto wanted to put Samus in a more vulnerable position. Another infamous scene is the cutscene before you fight Ridley where Samus is put in a vulnerable position and is saved by Anthony, I'm not gonna go further into this but you get where I'm going with this.

Now I'm not gonna go into full detail but this game was designed to have story and action at the forefront, and this has a lot of unnecessary story bits and cutscenes. Now I know Samus' voice is very robotic but this was developed in Japan first and it was probably due to Sakamoto overseeing both the Japanese dub and American dub, in Japan a more monotonous voice makes a hero more compelling.

If we were to get a switch port I'd say fix some of the unnecessary story and re-dub the whole thing.

Gameplay

Now let's talk about gameplay which has its problems but it has its good parts. I like the implementation of authorizing weapons instead of finding them like you would in other games. You also hold the wii remote horizontally.

Now the whole finding containers like the missle capacity containers aren't that necessary unless you are doing a 100% run since you won't be using them that often. Now I have a problem with all the controls being just on the wii remote, especially with how the dodge is also on the d-pad which you use to move Samus around.

There's also the implementation of first person by flipping the wii remote vertically, this allows you to refill your missiles and recover some health since the only way to recover full health is to get to a recharge station which also act as save points. Now when replaying this for my essay/review I almost hurt my wrist when desperately trying to recharge health when fighting a mob of enemies.

Gameplay isn't great but it is decent as decent can get.

The Flaws

Let's talk about the flaws in Other M. Most are well known such as the poor characterization of Samus, the faulty controls, the plot holes in the story, and some of the mechanics.

I already went over the story flaws and the poor characterization of Samus, so let's go over the flaws of the game mechanics. I went over the problems that arise when playing specifically with the controls being just on the wii remote. The wii remote is also small and can easily be flung out of your hand when trying to go first person. The walking sections of the game are very boring and slow compared to the other faster paced sections of the game, the bosses are fine except for the 2nd form of Ridley A.K.A the small fuzzy creature you encounter earlier in Sector 1.

The authorization aspect is cool but Adam only activates things you need when you are actively dying. The biggest example of this is in Sector 3 when you are actively burning alive when Adam activates the Varia Suit. So it's faulty, but it is a good concept.

The missle capacity capsules aren't even necessary when just playing the game unless you're doing a 100% run through. They're especially hard to reach as well until later in the game when you'll have to back track to get them. Another problem is the back tracking you have to do, you'll travel through all the sectors only to have to back track to get back to the main area then back to a different sector. It's just so unnecessary and tiring to have to go back to the main area just to be able to go to a different sector.

Anyways we're close to the end of this essay/review.

Should You Play It?

If you just want a Metroid game that's campy, you don't care about story, love fast paced action, and you can have a somewhat fun time then yes I suggest playing it.

If you care about story and 100 percenting it then this game isn't for you as you will be doing a lot of back tracking to 100% it and the story has plot holes.

This essay/review is to talk about the positives of the game as well as the negatives. It's a good game but it is shrouded by only the negative aspects of it. If you cannot access the game to play it yourself then I suggest watching a comment less playthrough of it.

This is simply my opinion and you can form your own from playing it or just watching a playthrough. But, at least give it a chance before judging it blindly. Thank you for reading, I'm always passionate about writing about the things I enjoy.

[a-student-out-of-time]

SAW, for me, started going down hill when the victims, that were supposedly in the wrong, didn't even amount to how much the past victims did.

I remember that one of the victims were in an abusive relationship and Jigsaw was blamed them for "not getting out of it and being independent." Like bruh- how are you gonna punish a victim of abuse over the ABUSER????

//I understand that completely, but the thing to keep in mind, and what still makes the series work for me, is that Jigsaw and his apprentices all have very different philosophies.

//Some fans talk about John Kramer as if he's actually a good guy with a rigid moral code, but this isn't remotely true. John is a petty, self-absorbed hypocrite who will bend and break his own rules at his leisure. He loves targeting drug dealers and drug addicts especially, since an addict caused his wife to have a miscarriage.

//He's also not above doing things like targeting the guy who sold his nephew a faulty bike that caused him to die in a crash, or the employees of the insurance company that rejected his coverage for an experimental cancer treatment. Even the janitor whose only "crime" was smoking.

//He talks about he's never murdered anyone in his life, but putting people in traps designed to kill them, slitting someone's throat with a wrist blade, and setting up tripwire-activated shotguns feels like it's intentionally designed to kill.

//It isn't a case of motive decay, but actually fits with him given the circumstances.

//What makes John work for me is that he's still compelling as a character and is amazingly acted by Tobin Bell. The story also never goes out of its way to glorify him or justify his actions. Every good thing someone says about him is countered by someone else, and the ones who think he has a point are the ones who join him.

//It's that lack of glorification, and people actually being allowed to be angry with him and having a point, that make it work for me. Simone in Saw VI and 3D especially, where she has whole scenes demolishing the idea that being forced to cut off her own arm somehow made her life better.

//Others, like Amanda Young and Mark Hoffman, are mostly just in it for the killings and that sense of holier-than-thou punishment. Hoffman especially in Saw 3D, where he becomes a full-on serial killer with plot armor ^^;

//Including people like abuse victims, smokers and people who personally wronged them still works in that regard. It happens because we're not meant to see Jigsaw and his followers as having a point. They're carrying out their own sense of justice and what they see as people "wasting their lives."

//Granted, the amount of planning and intellect involved in all these movies gets pretty ridiculous and excessive, but that's mostly in service to the trap plots, not to make anyone involved look like a genius we should admire.

//Jigsaw is one of my favorite villains because he's compelling without the story needing to go out of its way to talk about how he's cool, a genius or is right about everything. People, especially his victims, are allowed to say he's full of shit without being proven wrong.

[britannia0]

as part of me and @the-selfinsert’s collab, here’s my piece

Red and Grey

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Ah..

For once, Jackpot was almost happy there was little customers. He REALLY needed this. Not to mention the fuss that damn skeleton caused earlier this week- the nerve!

..[breath]..Calm down, star.

Enough dwelling on past failures. That bottle of wine was calling his supreme, after all!

An extended hand pushes off the plush sofa, towards a displayed bottle of velvet fill.

He knew that, unlike his other counterparts, he wasn't exactly the best..hm. Let's say technician. And the price to pay for that- (not his soul, thank star!) was particularly faulty limbs, at the particularly worst times.

So, what does he do in this situation? Why, use caution of course!

Jackpot twists a strained wrist around the top of the cap, then a hand down to the middle. He wasn't exactly fond of having to curl an entire hand around things to grab them properly- but like hell was an Alphys going to see him on their doorstep.

Finally, comes the pull. Please work please work please work-

And there you have it. A full bottle of wine, all for his taking! The casino goers would be weeping, for sure.

He grabs a spare glass on the table left by him because common foresight is quite the ability, admittedly.

in comes sweeet relief. Phew, if Jackpot could describe how content he was- you'd think he wouldn't need the casino!

Ah, but enough of that. 'bottom's up!' as they say.

Down half of it, he tips upward. The sweet- almost sickly flavour of wine remains.

A sigh reverberates off 18 caratige gold, a record player exactly where his tophat lands on, revealing pure gold on his head in form of a crown. Oh, and don't forget the branding.

Some wonder- and little fools ask, "Why wear a crown nobody can see?" As if that question had any standing in the first place. Royalty, people! He was royalty! They would do well to remember that.

To be below royalty is unacceptable, even on others domain. Especially not on his. Status was power, and power was Jackpot. Really, it was quite simple.

...

..It was quiet.

He briefly considered returning to low power- yet the work day was still on, and as such; So was he. A shame, really.

Nevertheless, off-days like this are hard to come by. He should savor it- bask in it. Go over his achievements twice over, maybe even finish this glass of wine!

Ah, what a dream that'd be. To be able to mull over your own grandeur, over himself. Thankfully, reality was quite kind to the powerful. And he certainly fit that criteria. So let him relax, lay back..rest..

"Jackpot."

AHh!- Huh? Who was this- this..child? Wait. If his informants were competent, this should be core. Ah, he'd heard about them. Quite the heroic type, apparently.

"I am Frisk."

Well, he'll decide on their punishments later. For now, a good first impression must be made.

"Ah, hello, dear! My, you startled me. Though, I must ask- why have you come here? I wasn't exactly expecting visitors, ha ha." Good. Just the right amount of politeness, with the hint of urgency. He wasn't exactly thrilled about his break being interrupted.

"It's fine. Why are you trying to enter the Omega timeline?"

Ah.

"Well, you truly are as perceptive as they say. I suppose the other rumours are true then?"

"That doesn't matter. Why?"

My, would it hurt to have a little of an appetiser?

With a concealed sigh, he began. "Well, dear. Business demands. And as much as others-"

Those other mettatons he was shaming still pale in comparison, really.

"-would like to stay content with their riches, I am a man of prospect! Opportunity knocks, and I shall gladly answer. That is my reasoning, darling."

"I see. Greed."

"Correct, dear. And I'm not afraid to admit it. After all, why does anyone do anything? Greed. That voice in your ear, that voice telling you to be more- that you could be more. I listen to that voice. And look where it's gotten me. Success, riches, fame. My business is booming, and the opportunity for more- especially in the largest crossroads of the multiverse, just gladdens me. So yes, dear. It is greed."

"Ambition isn't greed."

"Oh, but they are two sides of the same coin, are they not? The only difference is one's drive. Ambition can create, greed will create."

"I've seen what you've done in the name of greed. Stop."

His smile faltered. Secrets were not kept around this child, then.

"You've done your research, then." Irritation seeps through.

"None needed. I see all. Including your exploits."

Well, that was a tad more than troublesome.

"Dear, if you're here to stop me, im afraid you'll be sorely dissapointed."

The runt child continued like he said nothing.

"You rely on secrets. Back alley dealings, corners of wealth, you control people by controlling word of mouth."

"You won't control me. Do not enter the Omega timeline. Final warning, Mettaton."

The child dissapeared. Jackpot's teeth clenched, and his grip on the wine glass nearly hardened- Mettaton? And then it did. Hundreds of tiny shards lent themselves to his furnishing. He snapped.

Jackpot stood up in a flash, an extended arm swiping the remnants of glass from the table into the red carpet beside it or the wall.

He steps out of the wreck, a foot landing on the less-than-savory carpet beneath his feet, before heading towards his offices double doors.

He widens the entryway, doors flying open as multiple paintings became visible to him. Those didn't matter.

An extended arm grabs his hat, the brim hitting his head.

Now, where the hell were those informants?

[incorrect-baldurs-gate-3]

I feel like Star would do this with either my redeemed durge Bela or my soulmate marks au fic Tav Reyfeil...

Its a really nice idea for a slow burn because in my head there's a tradition for elves that's sort of along the lines of a christening where baby elves have a charm put on them by a powerful wizard at like 5 days old or somewhat, the point is for it to be right on the cusp of their first week of entering the world, it's supposed to be like a tattoo but its a charm not painful at all, and its in the shape of something that has to do with their soulmate (like if they're a HUGE hopeless romantic its a very lacy looking valentines card looking heart, or maybe a jar that they put their collection in) and it fills in over time until they finally meet soulmate, but for some reason after Astarion was born it seemed to not fill up AT ALL for the longest time, and after a while (especially once he got turned) he started to think the charm was faulty. Not that he really expected anything from it, he had pretty much labeled it as an old outdated tradition and it was annoying, so he stopped looking at it entirely about 20 years into being under Cazador but then a couple weeks before the events of the game he happens to glance at his wrist where the mark from the charm had manifested all those years ago, and he's like huh... weird. I don't remember THAT being a thing before...

Because the little jar that was the shape from the charm on his wrist has what looks like a little paper butterfly in it.

And he's immediately like,

"Stupid faulty charm... why won't you just dissappear already if you're not gonna work right..." and he just forgets about it.

And then he runs into Rey a couple weeks later after the nautiloid incident, not realizing the jar has completely filled up with butterfly shaped trinkets just now.

What item of Tomies would Astarion "borrow" to sleep with?

Besides Tomie herself? Lol probably one of her nightgowns or if we're feeling saucy a pair of panties. Something he can smell and be all weird with because he's a vampire and in love.

[not-an-alien-scientist]

Barometric Pressure

Kay: *rubbing some gel onto her wrist and hand*

Si'miel: Kay that is quite a strong scent, I thought most humans preferred their "perfume" to be only slightly noticeable

Kay: Huh? Oh, no, sorry, this is just a painkiller. Smells funky but works decently well

Si'miel: *pales a little* pain ...killer?!

Kay: sorry, I'm out of sorts right now, its a pain reducer. Can you do me a favor?

Si'miel: Oh yes, I will gladly help you in your time of pain *feels slightly honored most humans simply tell one 'don't worry about it' and never consider one's ability to help*

Kay: Alert the ship's maintenance engineers that the atmospheric pressure is dropping

Si'miel: . . . Kay I'm certain the sensors would have alerted them to that!

Kay: *slips on an odd black device that covers her wrist and partially her hand* Well the sensors are faulty. My joints are all messed up but especially my ankle and wrist. So I know.

Si'miel: *alarmed* We must go to the infirmary immediately!

Kay: nah I used my gel med and splinted my wrist so it can't move mu- -

Si'miel: You've immobilized your own body?!

Kay: *deep sigh* Si'miel us humans sometimes have bad joints and when atmospheric pressure drops the pain in our joints increases. My right wrist is just slightly worse than the others, so making sure it doesn't move around as much prevents an increase in pain.

Si'miel: You..... you just walk around with your joints hurting? It...it can detect pressure changes? How? Do all humans have such a skill?

Kay: Bad joints are bad joints not much I can do about it. And no, not everyone can, I'm so envious of people whose joints haven't gone on strike. Anyways we have no idea... well I have no idea why, but I can just feel it. The ship's atmosphere is definitely dropping. *sad smile* haven't felt the awful sensation it gives since I left Earth, I just really want to go have some soup and watch whatever dumb movies we got recently, so can you let the engineers know?

Si'miel: *nervously twitches their front appendages worried for their human crewmate* I will let them know .... are you sure you don't need the infirmary?

Kay: Yeh definitely sure, had this issue since I was 21, sucks but hey thats life. Thanks for letting them know, I knew I could count on you *heads off*

___

*Si'miel walks into the main work station of the ship maintenance engineers*

Engineer 1: *looks up* do you need something?

Si'miel: I do not wish to insult your work but a human crew mate informed me that the atmospheric pressure of the ship is dropping. I'm certain you would know if such a thing were true but.... the manual on humans says we should not ignore them when they use the phrase "I can just feel it/ I can just tell" so I thought I would alert you to her statement

Engineer 1: Thats not a possibility our signals would have gone off, but *sighs* new protocols state that we can't ignore a human's warning *rolls two of their 4 eyes... an odd expression they ironically picked up from humans*

Engineer 2: I'll check manually *heads down the corridor a bit and after a few minutes*. . . Activate protocol 651!!!

Engineer 1: W-what?? thats not possible

Engineer 2: *running back to the work station* just do it! Another hour of the pressure dropping will make the system go critical, we'd have to emergency land, and we'd both lose our jobs now do it!

Engineer 1: *hurriedly gets to work*

Si'miel: interesting so it is tru- - -

Engineer 1 & 2: Be quiet!

Si'miel: *startled and heads away without interrupting them further*

___

*Si'miel finds the lounge Kay decided to relax in, an empty soup bowl on the table next to the lounge chair, the TV being the only source of light in the room*

Si'miel: *takes the seat next to Kay* Kay, when you say "hey that's life" what do you- -

Kay: *snores*

Si'miel: ah *takes the blanket draped on one of the the other chairs and lays it across Kay's body* With the pressure fixed you may feel better.... sleep well human friend...

[randomgooberness]

👀 Gordon amputation HCs? (If you don't mind talking about them!)

Y;HES

ok disclaimer: I am not an amputee! I am not a medical professional! I am not a prosthetic maker! I am not an engineer! I am simply an autistic writer and artist who has had a webcomic with an amputee character for 5+ years and I have done my research- but PLEASE if you like these headcanons and use it as advice for writing amputees I would also suggest listening to other sources, too!

The prosthetic:

-the arm ends about maybe like five inches under the wrist- which makes it just enough to get basic prosthetics going. Something a LOT of people don't consider is how much space you need to get robotics in there!

-This is the case for everyones(?i have yet to see otherwise) headcanons whether they know it or not but he specifically has a myoelectric prosthetic- which in itself is an EXTREMELY high-tech one! What it does is it detects electricity(YES! YOUR MUSCLES HAVE ELECTRICITY IN THEM!) from the muscles under your skin and amplifies them to be movement!

I would actually HIGHLY suggest people do research into these prosthetics because they are SUPER cool but also not as good as you think they are! That being said:

-He cannot feel with it and has to guess how hard he has to grip something! There's research for prosthetics like this, but they're extremely faulty and- if anyone wants to correct me on this that's fine but I'm pretty sure- it would need Constant upkeep and repairs, ESPECIALLY if it could feel like a normal hand.

-at first he only used it when he went out and when he was doing something that might need two hands Because of this- he didn't really wear it much around the house. Not to mention like...he went from losing it, to an immediate gun arm, to suddenly having a prosthetic- whiiiich. Isn't good for the psychological part of a traumatic amputation! So yeah he didn't really like it all too much at first. Don't get me wrong it was a great tool and he appreciated it over no hand especially because he could actually properly articulate the fingers but...it also just. Was jarring.

-eventually, he and Dr. Coomer teamed up to make it more adaptable, and by that I mean a fucking pirate-ass thing where he could swap out his hand for other things like forks or electric screwdrivers or like. Anything. They like to get together to make new hands on the weekend. It's enrichment. With these add-ons he wore the prosthetic more, but sometimes he just. prefers taping a fork to his limb and calling it a day.

-^this hc is based off of adaptive devices that people make to work with whats left of the limb instead of trying to replace it! They range from other robotics to something plastic and/or 3d printed that just holds a pencil in place. From what I've researched they tend to be more liked than clunky fingers you cant feel lol

-IF THERE IS ANY ADVICE YOU GLEEN FROM THIS: please please please he doesn't sleep with his prosthetic on he SHOULD NOT SLEEP WITH HIS PROSTHETIC ON. DO NOT SLEEP WEARING YOUR PROSTHETIC- this also goes for just chilling out ect. Do you "chill out" in your jeans with a belt on?

-I've said it a few times already but I DO want to encourage other people who draw art or write fics that it's OKAY if his prosthetic doesn't work like a perfect, new hand and in fact is more realistic and something that should be done more often! It's very common to want to write off an amputees disability with "ok now they have a prosthetic they're all better <3" which isn't true at all and it really IS worth it to do some extra research- I might just have an engineering and medical special interest so it might just be me but its SUPER fun to learn things and it makes it more interesting writing how a character interacts with their disability!

The amputation/specifics(WARNING FOR TALK ABOUT GORE, OBVIOUSLY):

-I usually write/draw it being a combat knife because that's specifically what he mentions was used, but realistically it would've been something that could get through the suit itself. Either way, it was a really slow and painful process. Fun fact- while this is like...a debate in the medical field, the forearm is one of the most painful things in the body to break!

-Continuing from that last part, there ARE a lot of nerves in your forearm(ever hit your funnybone? yeah. yowch), as well as TWO bones. Arms and hands are SUPER complex so injuries are...just As complex!

-In the full VOD in act 3, Gordon mentions his suit cauterized it- which if you dont know what that is- it's basically Burning A Wound Shut. I can see this being the case, actually- seeing as the suit itself detects specific things in the body being injured- electricity IS a way to cauterize something. I want to point out that cauterization, however, is AGONIZINGLY PAINFUL and is SUPER DANGEROUS, even when controlled! He's SUPER lucky he didn't go into shock and die in his sleep lmao.

-Oh speaking of sleep. I said this in another post but it was sunset when they betrayed him- and daytime when he woke up. So he was asleep in the garbage compactor for hours.

-It's implied because he keeps talking about how he's still bleeding, but yeah even with the suit cauterizing the wound it wouldn't be fully shut. So he'd be bleeding a lot- ESPECIALLY if it didn't want to kill the nerves in his arm(which makes prosthesis easier in the future, via the myoelectric method I mentioned earlier).

-Because of this Tommy(and later Dr. Coomer and Bubby) had to make him make-shift wrappings and have him lean on them a lot. He lost a Lot of blood and by the time they found a fully functioning medical station it wasn't able to just...give him more. It could give him iron and such but yeah this guy has anemia.

-this is just a really funny note but in act 4 when he's leaving Darnolds lab in the VOD he goes "well I guess I'm able-bodied again!" NO YOU ARE NOT THAT IS GUNHAND. But anyways because of this statement, I think for the first few days after being without his arm hes like. oh im not really disabled though even though he is like. stereotypically disabled. sir

-Phantom pains and nightmares are. A nearly nightly combo.

-Whether they're triggered by something or not, phantom pains in general suck so so so so much. Just so much.

-He actually took a Long time to go to a doctor for his issues. Gordon. Buddy. Look Me In The Eyes. you can get medicine for your pain. you can take physical therapy. please . He wasnt even trying to like...tough it out like part of him was but it was mostly that he just. didnt know and forgot.

-it took him a really long time to trust Benrey touching where his hand used to be, but once they grew close post-rescas him and Tommy became Gordons go-to for phantom pain/itch help. slap my dumb arm thank you

Aaaand thats all I can think of at the moment! I might add on if I have any like. Sudden crushing things I need to say about him and my amputation hcs!