#older forms of technology

[pyrrhicraven]

This 1000% threw me back to when friends would swap burned cds at school. Hell I still own my first one.

On another note I also still have one of my cassettes that I used to record music from the radio 😂

HOLD THE LINE!! KEEP PUSHING!!!!!

[micechicken]

My art isn't finished until I add the vignette

[drdemonprince]

I worry that today’s generation of kids on the internet have never gotten to develop much digital agency or form safe, empowering relationships with older people. More broadly, I think our current culture of isolating children from all unrelated adults, supposedly in the name of their “protection” only causes them to become more ignorant, lonesome, and vulnerable to exploitation.

There are many ways in which restricting youth access to information technology and training adults to avoid all contact with children makes kids even more powerless and dependent.

If a child cannot post their sexual health questions on Ask Alice or go searching around online, then they have to believe whatever they hear from their parent or priest. If a young person longs to taste the freedoms of adulthood but aren’t given any room to explore, then the grown-up in their DMs telling them that they are so mature becomes a hell of a lot more seductive.

And if a kid never gets to search for sexual content online, learn about adult sexual experiences, or touch themselves and find pleasure in the privacy of their own minds, they may never fully learn that their body is them, for them to enjoy and express themselves however they see fit.

For queer youth, the dangers of isolation are amplified. A study published in the journal Child Protection and Practice in April of last year found that LGBTQI+ children face an elevated risk of grooming and sexual abuse because they are discriminated against by peers, preached against within their religious communities, and mistreated or kicked out of the house by their families — and also, because an adult with no respect for boundaries might be the only person offering to talk with them about queerness or sex.

It’s very difficult to know the difference between a healthy relationship and exploitation when a predatory adult is the first queer person a kid ever knows. If a relationship with an abuser is the only way that a teen ever gets to live out their queerness or explore their budding sexuality, then it becomes immensely difficult for them to walk away — leaving the groomer is like tearing off a crucial part of themselves that never gets expressed otherwise, or even seen.

This is also true of children who have the early rumblings of kinky sexualities, too — when you long to be controlled or tied up, you need a safe outlet to learn and fantasize about doing such things consensually one day. If you do not know that such options exist, you’ll settle instead for abuse. The more options that a child has to learn about sexual practices, to meet other queer people of ages, and to form appropriate relationships with unrelated adults, the harder they become to manipulate, and the more power they have to walk away.

...

Being a minor is a position created by legal oppression, but most people consider a minor’s lack of freedom to be so natural and morally correct they don’t even recognize it as oppression. Instead, they see it as protection, a healthy separation between the world of the human and the not-quite-human yet. Though they would never admit it, a minor is not the same thing as a person to them, for a minor can be thrown out of public spaces, locked away, silenced, disregarded, and left to rot in the ways full persons are not.

I believe that we queer adults are failing our younger siblings by refusing to play a part in raising and looking after them. We have chosen to privilege our individual safety from accusations of ‘inappropriate’ conduct over the need for queer youth to see their own sexualities and identities normalized, envision a diversity of possible futures for themselves, and seek aid and understanding when they are mistreated.

For those of us who’ve had the liberty to escape our ignorant hometowns, get on HRT, have joyous gay sex in dark rooms, or even just dance tenderly with a sexy androgynous stranger’s cheek pressed against our own, we have a responsibility to pour from our filled cups, and to remember what it was like to have no such access. As terrified as we are of losing our documentation, our access to medicine, and our legal rights, we must remember those queer people who presently have none of those things, and do all that we can to extend our aid to them.

I wrote about the troubling culture of the "MINORS DNI" bio, and how it contributes to the mass isolation of young queer people. You can read the full piece or have it narrated to you by the substack app for free here.

[goddamnitmahtin]

Danny’s Designer Friend

Okay so hear me out. Danny jumps universes a lot right? It’s a part of running errands for Clockwork. He may be the Ghost king but since he was Clockwork’s mentee at the same time, he had to run time errands sometimes. It took him to some really interesting places.

Some places had magic, some didn’t. Some had heroes that used their own devices and some had heroes that used magical artifacts to manifest abilities. Some didn’t have heroes at all. Some universes had lots of technology and some were working to catch up. And obviously, Danny had his favorites. And he had his favorite people from each.

So…. Danny had an idea.

…

Bruce looked around suspiciously, alert to any dangers that may be in the area. He and all of his children were on duty when all of a sudden he ended up in a modern mansion of sorts with an indoor waterfall.

“What in the world-?” He heard Tim say as Red Robin appeared as well.

“Oi-!” from a surprised Spoiler as she appeared.

Sword slashing noises as Robin appeared, apparently trying to slice the air, “What is this trickery!”

Next Duke in his pajamas and Nightwing appeared, landing on top of one another. “Get your sweaty ass off me,” Bruce heard his son say as he pushed his older brother off of him.

“GUYS!” Oracle called as she fell. She had teleported in but her chair didn’t seem to have come with her. Red Robin and Spoiler caught her just in time.

Orphan appeared silently.

Then Oracle’s wheelchair popped in, dropping onto Signal just as he had stood up. “Oh come on!” he exclaimed as a post it note apology appeared on his forehead. Presumably for forgetting the chair.

Lastly, Red Hood appeared, guns out and ready to fire. That is, if only he had anything to fire at. He quickly put them away once he realized it was only the bats and birds. The others wouldn’t have noticed it but behind his helmet, Jason was wide eyed, noticing the post it note. He only knew of two entities that used that form of communication and one meant something significantly better than the other.

After a few moments of Red Robin and Spoiler helping Oracle into her chair, footsteps could be heard approaching. Everyone tensed, ready for a fight. Except Red Hood who could feel his core tugging at him familiarly.

Two people approached. First person they were able to see was Danny. He had decided to show up in his kingly glory, his ceremonial cloak billowing behind him. As he got closer, they could see a very short woman with black hair and round glasses smoking a cigarette walking with him. Despite Danny being a king, she was the one in charge.

The woman walked up to the group with a judgmental look, “Every one of you. When I point, you tell me your title and occupation. Go.”

Nobody said anything.

“You guys better do what she says,” said Danny chuckling. Their faces so far were hilarious.

Slowly, the family obliged, starting with Red Hood.

“I go by Red Hood. I’m a crime lord. And a vigilante I guess,” Jason said. He knew enough to know they weren’t in any danger.

The others followed along until finally it got to Bruce, “I’m Batman. Vigilante.”

The short woman scoffed and immediately started pointing out the flaws in everyone’s outfits, “You all look ridiculous! What is that, bunny ears? And you! Red, green and yellow are far too many colors! You look like a traffic light! You! Those shoes are impractical and appalling! Do any of you know what style is?!”

She walked up to Duke, “I have seen photos of your suit and it is disgusting! Too bright!”

She gestured wildly to the group, “And NO CAPES!”

The woman then went up to Red Hood, “You are perfect darling, practical and filled with personality. You are my favorite.”

Danny chuckled, “He’s my favorite too.” The king shot a knowing smirk to Jason who under his helmet blushed from the comment.

“I am designing you all new suits right away!” the woman exclaimed with a wild look in her eye.

Danny couldn’t help but start laughing at this point. The looks on everyone’s faces were pure gold. This was the best idea he had literally ever had.

“I can’t wait to see it Edna. I can pay for it too,” the king said, sneaking a glance at Red Hood, “Anything for future in-laws.”

[vianeptvne]

ASTRO PLACEMENTS/ASPECTS NOTES [01]

🕯️ MERCURY SQUARE NEPTUNE ੈ✩‧₊˚

── this aspect can indicate difficulties surrounding one's ability to effectively connect with those around them. the native may communicate in a way that is "elusive" to others, resulting in feeling misunderstood or isolated. this can also indicate a very literal barrier in terms of language or one's speaking abilities, or struggling in neurotypical learning environments. this doesn't mean that the native is unintelligent, or intentionally trying to come across as deceptive to others. rather, their understanding of the world and reality as a whole is vastly different than the average person. they tend to be very imaginative and artistic individuals, and as a result they usually have a "spiritual" or poetic way of interpreting and explaining things.

── it would benefit these natives to take on habits or practices that grant them the ability to stay grounded, all the while holding space for their need to escape to the imaginative worlds they create for themselves. they may need to work towards developing the ability to remain practical in situations that call for objectivity, rather than being too passive. despite their hardships, when these natives maintain balance between self-discipline and their creativity, they're able utilize both of these skills to to navigate life and excel in their endeavors. in terms of spirituality, they tend to manifest things very easily, and typically encounter messages in the astral realm that provide clarity to the things that they experience in their reality.

🕯️ MOON SQUARE SATURN ੈ✩‧₊˚

── this is one of the most difficult aspects in astrology, in my personal opinion. these natives tend to struggle with a significant amount of emotional turmoil as a result of challenges in their childhood, and/or strife between themselves and their mothers (or any relevant maternal figures). due to a lack of control in their youth, they can come across as authoritative or domineering to others. they tend to exhibit this behavior so as to not feel like they're being subjected to the same "coldness" they encountered growing up. this can manifest in the opposite way, where the native could struggle with self-compassion, and adopt extremely codependent, self-destructive habits as a means to find it through other people.

── these natives could benefit from having mentors, or older, wise figures they can look to for guidance and clarity in times of strife. they tend to encounter situations in adulthood that call for them to unlearn the unhealthy mindsets they developed as children. it's not an easy process, but it's crucial that these natives grow and evolve to a point where they can feel and express their emotions without feelings of fear, shame, or guilt. as doing so will lead to far more fulfilling relationships, both with others and with themselves.

🕯️ JUPITER TRINE URANUS ੈ✩‧₊˚

── those with this aspect tend to have a very enthusiastic, open-minded approach to life. these natives usually have an innate interest in all things unorthodox, and seek to research and learn about more unconventional matters. their lifestyle could also revolve heavily around technology in some way shape or form. the quote, "being right too soon is socially unacceptable," by Robert Heinlein could be applicable to their lives, as their ideals tend to be very progressive in nature as a result of their extremely strong foresight. they can carry themselves in a way that others may deem contentious, but with the harmony of the trine, this could be a trait that is actually deemed admirable by others, and they may even be viewed as pioneers of their generation as a result.

── these natives tend to attract the attention of others by default, even if it's not necessarily their intent. they have a way of expressing their individuality that innately draws people in. as a result of their independent nature, coupled with their ability to be optimistic in the face of whatever it is that life throws at them, they could find themselves in positions of leadership. their creativity lends itself in their favor in times of crisis, as they are more likely to view hardships as opportunities, rather than challenges.

🕯️ MERCURY SEXTILE ASCENDANT ੈ✩‧₊˚

── these natives are typically viewed by others as clever, quick-witted individuals. even if they're more on the reserved side, their intelligence is usually something that doesn't go unnoticed by others. they tend to be excellent communicators, and may have a habit of being very expressive, specifically with their hands and arms. their ability to articulate their thoughts and ideas to others is probably their most favorable characteristic, alongside their ability to adapt when collaborating with other people. they could also have a knack for reading others through their body language as well.

── understanding new or unfamiliar information usually comes easy to them due to their open-minded, optimistic outlook on life. they tend to have a habit of jumping from idea to idea and have the capacity to see things from every perspective. while this could manifest as a sense of restlessness or anxiousness (depending on the full context of the chart), the sextile here provides an ease to this mercurial energy. while these natives may have to work towards developing the ability to focus on the bigger picture rather than the minutia, their need to tend to the latter still works in their favor more often than not, and is typically lends itself as more of a skill rather than a detriment.

🕯️ MARS TRINE PLUTO ੈ✩‧₊˚

── this aspect provides the native with an extremely strong-willed approach to their goals. they tend to have a very prominent sense of ambition and determination, but these tend to be underlying characteristics that the native holds close to themselves. despite their reserved nature, this energy is usually something that others are able to pick up on very easily. these natives usually find that others tend to be very receptive in cases where they assert themselves, and it could even be something that others find attractive as well. there's a prominent sex appeal that these natives tend to have that they're able to utilize in order to achieve their goals, and their sexuality generally may be of great importance to them. they tend to have a lot of stamina when it comes to intimacy, and they usually seek a partner that can match that energy.

── power struggles can be prevalent with this aspect, but these struggles typically don't manifest as negatively as they would with the square or opposition. mars/pluto natives tend to push back against authoritative behavior from others and don't react kindly when put in situations where others seek to control them. with the trine, there's usually more of a constructive approach to the expression of the energy between these planets. a healthy manifestation of this aspect would appear as dedicating this intense, persistent energy towards self-transformation. these natives need to ensure that they're using their power as a means to heal, rather than exerting it upon others as a means for control.

🕯️ JUPITER CONJUNCT SATURN ੈ✩‧₊˚

── natives with this aspect tend to have a pretty good grasp on how to maintain harmony between their need for expansion and their need for structure. if the full context of the natal chart points to this aspect manifesting positively, this can indicate that the native will reap the benefits of their hard work and dedication to attaining the life that they aspire to have, typically later in life or post their first saturn return. they tend to have very grand dreams and desires, and saturn's influence here forges a stable, structured pathway to achieve them. on the contrary, if jupiter or saturn are afflicted, this can indicate struggling with feelings of restlessness or apprehensiveness. they can struggle at times with overestimating their capacity to get things done, or struggle with being too immovable and stuck in their ways.

── these natives typically have to work towards maintaining equilibrium between their optimistic, open-minded nature, alongside their rational, more objective side. generally, these natives tend to excel as mentors and teachers, due to their innate fascination of knowledge and disciplined approach to learning. philosophy specifically could be of great interest to them, as well as religion and spirituality. they tend to be very dedicated to living life by the ideals that they believe in. this can also indicate inheritance through death as well.

🕯️ MARS SQUARE NEPTUNE ੈ✩‧₊˚

── with this aspect, there tends to be a lack of discernment in terms of taking action. they can stumble their way through trying to reach their goals, if they even get to taking the first steps at all. they may struggle at times with having an illusionary approach to life, and grow resentful or self-victimizing when they inevitability come face to face with reality. they can have difficulties surrounding their self-image, and as a result struggle with asserting themselves, addictive tendencies, or feelings of internalized shame. in conflict, others may view them as passive aggressive or vindictive. those around them can suspect them as having covert motives or being dishonest, even if that isn't indicative of their true behavior. this can also manifest in the opposite way, where they struggle to recognize the true intentions of others.

── these natives benefit greatly by implementing habits into their daily routines that keep them grounded. exercising, yoga (tantric specifically), or any practice where they're able to move their bodies and enter a meditative state could be beneficial to their mental and physical well being. journaling can be of value to them as well, as it grants them the ability to put words to their feelings and keep track of their emotions. having a creative outlet can help as well, as this is an aspect that grants the native with an innate artistic streak that they're able to express themselves through. they would also benefit from having reliable people around them who motivate them feel self-assured, to be accountable, and to stay on course to accomplish their goals.

🕯️ VENUS CONJUNCT MARS IN THE 7H ੈ✩‧₊˚

── natives with this aspect tend to be very charismatic and determined in relationships (both platonic and romantic). they're typically very dedicated, protective lovers, and can definitely have something of a "jealous streak", but this typically doesn't manifest in a detrimental way like the venus/mars square or opposition. this can indicate having an energy that others find attractive and benevolent, which can benefit the native not only in terms of romance, but also in terms of business partnerships. this aspect can lean itself to aiding the native in terms of work and career opportunities, as this indicates getting on well with their peers and social circle. their sexuality tends to be a significant aspect of their lives, and they may struggle at times to remain in long-term relationships where sex is mundane or boring, as they require excitability and stimulation when it comes to intimacy.

── if venus or mars are conflicted in the natal chart, and depending on the planetary ruler of the 7H, there could be difficulties with codependent and/or domineering behavior. in this case, the native must work towards finding harmony between their venusian and martian energy. typically, the relationship that the native had with the opposite sex parent growing up plays a significant role in how they show up in relationships as an adult, and it may be useful to look towards that dynamic to unpack what parts of themselves need to be healed in order to have healthy, functional relationships in adulthood.

🕯️ SUN SQUARE MOON ੈ✩‧₊˚

── with this aspect, there is innate tension between the head and the heart. these natives struggle to find unity between what it is that they need to feel accomplished and what it is that they need in order to feel safe. there may have been tension between the parents, or tension between themselves and either (or both) of their parents that had a major impact on their identity and confidence. they may be perceived at times as emotionally unstable by others, and struggle at times to rein in their feelings and act from a place of objectivity. these difficulties can also have a negative impact on the native's personal relationships, and ultimately influence self-sabotaging behavior.

── these natives typically need to work towards unpacking their inner turmoil and where this tension stems from, so that they can approach conflict in their everyday life from a place that is rational rather than reactive. through growth and acceptance, they can attain harmony between their need for independence and their need to feel emotionally secure. regardless of their hardships, these natives have the determination and strength that grants them the ability to power through whatever obstacle life throws their way.

🕯️ SATURN TRINE ASCENDANT ੈ✩‧₊˚

── this aspect can indicate being perceived as someone who is very knowledgable, responsible, and perhaps too rigid at times. these natives tend to have an air of authority to them, and because of this people can be inclined to turn to them for leadership or assistance in times of crisis. while this isn't inherently as negative as the square or opposition, these natives may grow to feel overburdened with taking accountability for others if they don't implement boundaries in their relationships. they typically have a very measured approach to life, and are usually respected for their ability to focus and remain on track in high-stake situations.

── saturn on the ascendant can provide something akin to a "mask" when it comes to the native's emotions, due to this they can come off as aloof or distant to those around them. they may find that they get on easier with authority figures, mentors, or older people rather than their peers as a result of their more mature or "serious" demeanor. in terms of physicality, their bones/tendons/ligaments, teeth, skin, etc. can be prominent in terms of both vitality and appearance. personally, i've noticed that saturn/ascendant natives tend to have issues with their back, and/or start greying younger than most.

🕯️ MERCURY SEXTILE MARS ੈ✩‧₊˚

── these natives tend to have very agile, fast-paced minds. they can be somewhat blunt when communicating with others, but this tendency is usually perceived more so as honesty rather than aggression. they also have a charm to them that allows them to get away with more than someone with the opposition/square between these planets could. they typically view knowledge as an extremely valuable tool, which is why they usually take joy in debates and intellectual spars with others. these natives may also have a flirtatious nature about them, or simply appear that way to others whether they intend to or not.

── while there can be a difficulty for them to focus at times, their restless nature can work in their favor more often than not, as they are typically very inspired and ambitious in their pursuit of learning and processing new information. this, paired with their risk-taking nature, can lead them to positions of power and leadership. they may have to work towards not being too self aggrandizing, and recognize the value in what they can learn from those around them and how much they can benefit from working alongside others.

🕯️ SUN SQUARE JUPITER ੈ✩‧₊˚

── with this aspect, misjudgment can be a prominent, recurring theme in the natives life. with sun/jupiter placements, there's typically an innate ease when it comes to manifesting one's desires, with the square, difficulties can arise with overconsumption, and more specifically, with overestimating one's abilities. as i've said before, jupiter is a planet that will match your energy, which is why it's important to have moderation and self-control when it's aspecting a personal planet. with the sun square jupiter, pride and gluttony can have disastrous effects to the native's life and relationships with others.

── these natives may struggle with seeking affirmation and approval from others when it comes to their talents and accomplishments. it's important for these natives to recognize that their worth is not derivative of materialism or external praise, rather, it's something that is innate, that you have to find within yourself. this can also manifest as a stubborn, over-dedication to one's ideals or spiritual beliefs that can cause friction in their day to day lives. ultimately, it's important for these natives to recognize the importance in approaching life from a place tact and objectivity. this doesn't mean that they must dilute their optimistic, jovial nature. rather, they need to find balance, and know when to take off the rose-colored lenses and take a more rational approach.

🕯️ URANUS SEXITLE PLUTO ੈ✩‧₊˚

[this is a generational aspect, meaning the people born under this transit will collectively share this energy. the "relevance" it has in your chart will be reflected by how tight the orb is, as well as where uranus and pluto fall in your houses, and what personal planets they're aspecting.]

── these natives tend to be very radical and unconventional in their approach to life. they can encounter a lot of transformative experiences in their lives that push them towards growth and self-actualization. in turn, they wish to see the collective as a whole evolve for the better, and due to their strong foresight, they're able to visualize the steps that must be taken in order to bring change to our reality. what others may view as being disruption or chaos, these natives view as opportunities for development.

── if this is a prominent aspect in one's natal chart, it can indicate that they will be something of a "pioneer" for their generation. the role they play will be related to dismantling and rebuilding traditional structures in order to make way for more relevant, updated means of living as a society. activism and humanitarian work can be of great importance to them, and they may excel in these fields due to their open-minded understanding of both themselves, and of others.

🕯️ MARS OPPOSITE SATURN ੈ✩‧₊˚

── with this aspect, there tends to be an push and pull between one's desire to act and their need for structure. these natives may encounter their fair share of hardships on their path to success. a major lesson for these natives may be learning to approach these obstacles with a level head, rather than from a place from resentment and anger. if this is a prominent aspect in the natal chart, it's possible that these natives have a reputation for their temperament, due to their instinct to bottle up their feelings and hold on to residual discontent, which can result in outbursts that can have a negative impact on their character, relationships, and health.

── it's crucial that they have outlets that allow them to release any pent up energy in a healthy, constructive way. in doing so, this also helps them to develop a sense of self-control and confidence. this is also an aspect that can struggle with others impeding upon their independence. it's important that these natives heal any wounds regarding authority, as the un-evolved energy of this aspect can lead to domineering behavior and control issues. when worked through, the energy of this aspect can lend itself to aid the native in effectively working towards and accomplishing their goals.

🕯️ MOON CONJUNCT SOUTH NODE ੈ✩‧₊˚

── with this aspect, the domestic life and matters related to the family/maternal figures reveal what the native needs to let go of in order to evolve spiritually. there may be habits or beliefs passed down from one's family that restrict the native from connecting to their higher self. despite this, they tend to have a very strong intuition and are able to pick up on the emotions of others very easily, although, they may struggle at times with feelings of insecurity and not feeling stable. their childhood, or home life in general, could be where these feelings of anxiety stem from specifically.

── if unchecked, this aspect can fester into feelings of codependency, or a "savior-complex", especially in romantic connections. it's crucial for these natives to sit with themselves and unpack their relationship to giving and receiving nourishment, as this will help in healing the turbulent, emotional wounds they house within themselves. they must work to recognize that their sensitivity is not a flaw or something to be ashamed of, rather, it's a characteristic that has the capacity to aid in their growth, rather than hinder them.

🕯️ VENUS SQUARE SATURN ੈ✩‧₊˚

── those with this aspect can encounter a fair amount of hardships regarding relationships and self-worth. they may have struggled with insecurities regarding their physical appearance in youth that follow them into adulthood, which can impact how they navigate romantic connections with others. they may attract partners that are domineering or controlling, or they may exhibit this behavior towards their partner themselves. it's also possible that these relationships are long-distance, or there is an age-gap present. with age and maturity, these natives may find more ease not only in romance, but in their relationship to themselves as well.

── working with this aspect requires healing the parts of yourself that are deeper than the superficialities assigned to venus; you will not love or respect yourself more by adhering to unattainable beauty standards or over-consuming trending products and fashion. with venus square saturn, there is innate restriction placed upon one's values, specifically, the worth that the native assigns to themselves, resulting in depression or a pessimistic approach to life. to heal this aspect means to develop a sense of love and respect for oneself that is innate, rather than looking to material means or other people to provide it for them.

🕯️ MARS SQUARE NORTH NODE ੈ✩‧₊˚

── with this aspect, one's impulse and temperament can cause difficulties in their ability to grow towards the person that they need to become. these natives can be stubborn or immovable in how they approach their goals, and more specifically, how they engage with their personal growth and evolution. for these natives, it's important for them to practice patience, and to seek fulfillment through working with others, rather than prioritizing their independence.

── it's usually with age that we're able to grow and evolve to a point where we can embrace the qualities that our north node pushes us towards. with mars square north node, the lesson to be learned here is understanding when a risk is worth being taken, versus knowing when to recede and step down. these natives must recognize the importance in expressing their passion from a place of determination, rather than resentment or rage.

🕯️ MIDHEAVEN SEXTILE PLUTO ੈ✩‧₊˚

── this aspect can indicate having an tenacious, relentless approach to one's career. these natives can be perceived as polarizing by the public, or have a reputation that is somewhat controversial in nature. they may go through many changes in their professions, work in fields that are taboo in nature, or work with people who are deemed outcasts by society (e.g. social work, counseling, the occult, sex work, creative arts, psychology, research, etc.) these natives can find themselves in positions of power quite easily, as they tend to have a magnetic energy about them that they can use to their advantage.

── their dedication to the careers can be obsessive in nature, and as a result they may need to work to implement balance between their work and home life. if pluto falls in the 10H, it's possible that these natives may have had a relationship to either of their parents (or any relevant authority figures in their youth) that was deeply transformative in nature, and shaped the way that they approach their professional lives and are received by the public and their peers. they have an innate understanding of the human psyche, and are able to utilize this knowledge to achieve goals in their career.

🕯️ URANUS IN THE 3H ੈ✩‧₊˚

── this placement can be indicative of experiencing a large amount of change in one's immediate environment. these natives may have moved around frequently growing up, changed schools a lot, or encountered frequent upheaval in their home lives, specifically related to any potential siblings. this can also manifest as a sense of "restlessness" regarding the native's immediate environment, they may struggle with having a mundane routine, and change their habits or travel frequently as a result.

── this can also indicate that the native's sense of individuality is very important to them. specifically, they may have very unorthodox, innovative ways of thinking and communicating their ideas, and can struggle when they feel as though those ideas are not understood or being taken seriously. this is an issue that could've been more prevalent in their early education, specifically in regards to their relationship with teachers or authority figures. these natives benefit most when they're around fellow, like-minded people, and generally seek to implement new ideas and thought processes to further advance those around them and the collective as a whole.

dividers by dollywons

[ineedtotalkaboutshadamyrightnow]

For some reason, I've always imagined he took shelter in that plane when he was young and needed a place to sleep. Whoever owned it before never came back, so he took care of it as best he could until Tails took over piloting and maintenance. Aircraft ownership via squatter's rights.

wait sonic owns that fucking plane?? how? why? isn't he like. kinda homeless

[realsocialskills]

Disability-affirming growth mindset

Children are often taught to think “I can’t do that *yet*” as a form of encouraging growth mindset. That’s a really useful strategy when it’s applicable, and it also needs some nuance in order to be more disability-affirming. 

Growth mindset has to be grounded in reality.

Growth means that I am always learning new things and developing new skills and getting better at things. It doesn’t mean doubling down on pursuing impossible dreams; it means doing real things. 

Sometimes growth mindset means thinking “I can’t do that *yet*,” and continuing to try until I can.

Sometimes it’s more like, “This isn’t working. Maybe I need to do it another way.”

Or: “This isn’t working, and maybe it’s not going to work. What else can I do?”

Or: “I can’t do *that*, but I can do the important part a different way.”

Or: “I can do that with help.” and/or “Let’s figure out what supports would make it possible to do that.”

Or: “We can do that collaboratively, together.”

Or: “I could do that with appropriate assistive technology. Let’s figure out if some exists and/or if there’s something we could invent.”

In those instances, realizing that something isn’t going to work is part of how we find out what *can* work.

There are also cases in which growth mindset means realizing that something may not be a good use of our time and effort and resources. A skill that is broadly useful to nondisabled people might not be worth it to me, even if I’m technically capable of doing it. (For instance, handwriting is a useful skill for most people, but it’s always been so hard for me that it’s not really worth it. Losing the ability to  handwrite more than a few words at a time has freed up my abilities to do other things, like focus on typing words.)

There’s something powerful about seeing your body as it really is and working with it rather than against it. Sometimes figuring out what isn’t possible or what’s not worth the cost in time and effort is how we find areas where we can grow and flourish. 

Growth mindset means that I *don't sabotage my growth* by wasting time and effort pursuing impossible things. I don’t stand on a chair or a roof and expect believing in myself to make it possible to use my arms as wings and fly. If I want to fly, I need an airplane, and that’s ok. 

At the same time, I think that claiming the power of “yet” is really important for disabled people, and especially for people with developmental disabilities. 

Sometimes there can be a lot of pressure to see ourselves as incapable of doing things every time disability makes it harder or means we need to do things differently or it’s not obvious whether or how we could do the thing. 

Sometimes we get pressure not to try things unless there’s some certainty that we will be able to do them. (And for something as complex and poorly understood as developmental disabilities, there’s rarely much certainty. Having other people’s doubts limit what we’re allowed to try makes the world very, very small.)

Sometimes disability-affirming growth mindset means saying “I can’t do that, let’s do something else,” and sometimes it means saying, “I might be able to do that, and I’d like to try.” Sometimes it means saying, “I want to keep trying even though it’s harder for me and I’m not catching on as quickly and no one seems to know how to teach me.” or “I don’t know if this is going to work but I think it could, and at this point, I’d like to keep trying.” Or, “I know most people learn this by the time they’re four, and I know I’m much older than that, but I’d like to try to learn this too.”

Sometimes it means an adult claiming the right to learn how to read, or finding a dance studio where they’re willing to slow down enough for them to learn. Sometimes it means practicing a new skill in private while you’re figuring out if it’s something that makes sense for you. Sometimes it means asking around to other disabled people to see what their strategies have been. Sometimes it means demanding your right to accessibility and accommodations even when others don’t think you belong and don’t see you as capable of doing things in the space you want to be in.

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I'm not sure if your requests are open but I loved your last vampire!jinx fic and I was wondering if we could maybe get another vampire!jinx smut but where she turns the reader? If you do it, thank you!

MY NEED FOR YOU ft. vampire jinx x fem!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: classic nepo baby, spoiled with the most exquisite pearls that ever touched earth. your father always spoiled you with anything you wanted, but one thing he always stood by was ‘no meddling with his coworkers’. Well father… does the one with the dashing looks and dangerously adorable smile count?

⊹₊⟡⋆warnings: coworker!jinx x boss!daughter, vampire!jinx x fem!reader, jinx turns reader into a vampire, men or minors dni, nsfw, blood tw, sharp fangs, blood exchange, spoiled brat reader, jealousy, banter, fem!reader receiving, smut, kinda enemies?

wc. 2.3k

𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you:)

this was a request; I hope this reached your expectations!

Staring at your father’s coworker, you sneered. Of course she’d be invited to the event.

Ignoring the ladies cooing at your cat, you continue running your fingers through her fur, eyes stuck on the blue-haired girl’s silhouette. She looked so…irresistible. 

Biting on the inside of your cheek, you squint your eyes at her attire— a dress shirt, a pair of dark pants and coat hanging off her shoulder. She was in the middle of a conversation with older people, a dangerously attractive grin spreading across her face. 

Glancing away, you turn your attention to your ladies pampering you with all the compliments in the world— eager for your acknowledgment. You were dressed in an off-the-shoulder black gown with lace and bow accents, paired with long dark gloves. Your outfit is adorned with Vivienne Westwood’s pearls.

Your cat had a similar choker, Vivienne Westwood’s team gifted it. To be fair, you outshined everyone in this event, even if you were seated on a couch in the living room. The mansion was huge, perfect for the gatherings your father held. 

Though, the only thing on your mind was Jinx lingering around. Your father’s young coworker, she was known for her insane creativity in the technology industry— of course she’d be here.

Feeling her presence come near, you snap your head up, watching her grab from the snack table a macaron. You scoffed a little too loud, because her gaze finally meets yours. 

“If it isn’t Jinx.” Your ladies look up, noticing the woman you were addressing to. Jinx pauses, the macaron half eaten in her hand, brow raising in amusement. 

She chuckles, taking a few steps closer towards your seated form, “Lazying about, as usual?” Her words prompt you to frown, but your lips immediately curved into a sarcastic smile, “And yet, I’m still the highlight of the room. Funny how that works.” You smirked, eyes momentarily trailing down to her lips. 

Jinx rolls her eyes, hand on her hip, “Oh, please. Do you seriously think anyone’s impressed by you just lying around?” She gave you a pointed look, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Your grin doesn’t falter, “Well—”

“—Jinx!” A woman’s voice cuts through the banter, arms wrapping around Jinx in an instance. You narrowed your gaze at the woman’s proximity. She then faces you, her brows raising, “Oh sorry— who are you?” Jinx waves a hand at your direction, “Just my coworker’s daughter. Here, let’s go grab drinks.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, a fire burning in your chest at the girl’s hand wrapping around Jinx’s arm. She was nothing compared to you, so why was Jinx hanging around a woman like her? The way she had dismissed you as her coworkers daughter made your blood boil, a storm of rage crashing inside you. 

Huffing, you push away the hands from caressing your cat, “Go away, all of you!” Your ladies frown, but obey, leaving you alone. Glancing at Jinx joyfully chatting with the woman, you abruptly stand up, cat in arms. Making your way to your father, you pulled him aside. 

“Father, i want that lady gone.” You point at the woman with Jinx, her disgusting laughter heard from a mile away. Your father frowned,

“Has she done anything?” 

Pausing for a split second, you quickly compose yourself, “She’s not dressed modestly enough and…she hurt my feelings.” He glanced at her dress, before mindlessly nodding to his body guard, “Go get that woman out.” 

He rubbed your arm comfortably, “Tell me if anything bothers you, darling.” He warmly kisses your forehead before continuing his business chat. You nodded, an innocent smile crept on your face as the body guard forcefully pushed the girl out. You turned to glance at Jinx, only to freeze under the weight of her glare—sharp and unimpressed, like she’d been aiming those daggers at you the whole time. 

Pulling your cat closer, you narrow your gaze as she stormed towards you. Once her musk cologne surrounds you, you brace for the argument you’re both about to have. But, regrettably for you, she only shoved your shoulder as she made her way out. Pouting, you stared at the grand door she just left from, puzzled by her behavior.  

For the next couple of hours, you scrolled through your phone in the filled living room, ignoring everyone even if they greeted you. You wanted Jinx. 

Even if she hated you— her attention was everything you craved for ever since meeting her last year. She never spoke to you like others, cautious of her coworker’s daughter. It annoyed you, how could she not get the hint? 

As you began taking your leave from the living room, wanting to cool off in your room, Jinx’s presence entered the room. Snapping your head towards the entrance, her glare met yours. She seemed furious, her strides quickening as she got closer to you. Noticing her palms clenched, her teeth gritting, you took hesitant steps up the stairs. As she reached you, you let your cat go, running up the stairs and through the halls.

Something about the way she was staring at you— as if she was hunting her prey, it made the hair on the back of your neck rise up. Running in heels was difficult, especially when you could hear her rapid footsteps behind you. Forcefully entering your room, you locked the door behind you. 

Sighing in relief, you squeezed your eyes shut and rested your body against the door. Once you stop hearing her footsteps,  you blink open your eyes, ready for a warm bath. 

“Thought you could get away with that, hm?” 

You snapped your head up in alarm. To your utter shock, she was standing right in front of you, her gaze piercing, like she’d been there all along. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion washing over you—how did she get in here?

Gulping, your eyes widened at her irises glowing pink. She took cautious steps towards you, impressed by your calm demeanor. The tip of her finger landed on your chin, lifting your head up, “I know it was you.” Her tone was harsh, indicating that she was upset. Trying to seem unbothered, you shrugged your shoulders, leaning your face closer, “It’s my house. I get to choose the guests—especially if they’re sluts from the streets.” Her jaw clenched, eyes wide. 

“And plus,” You continued, pushing her off, fingers lingering on the fabric of her shirt before walking off to your vanity. You sat down, unclasping your choker, rubbing on the bare skin of your neck, “...I didn’t appreciate the way she laid her hands on you." Hearing Jinx scoff, you dart your eyes at the mirror of your vanity, expecting to see her reflexion. 

But there was nothing. 

Whirling your head around, confusion flickers across your features at her still standing behind you. Your eyes flicked back for a double-take, panic arising. 

Abruptly standing up, your chair tumbled to the side,  “Something’s up with you.” Your head turned to the side, gaze on Jinx. Finally facing her, you took reluctant steps towards her, eyes squinting on her gorgeous appearance. Face-to-face, Jinx’s brow raised, amusement clear in her sinful smile, “Oh, really?” That raspy voice of hers prompted the inside of your stomach to do flips. 

Still watching her, you pointed at your vanity, “Your reflexion,” She glanced at the mirror, her teeth peeking through to bite her bottom lip, as if anticipating your response. Your heart hammered in your chest, “You have no reflexion—how’s that possible?” She only scoffed, but suddenly started laughing. 

 Her laughter was unsettling—too loud, too sudden, a burst of chaotic energy that filled your room. Your brows knit together, nose scrunching, “I asked you a question—?”

Her cackling stops out of nowhere. In a blink of an eye, her face is only a few inches away from yours, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “You’re so naïve.” Her voice was sugar-coated, making the insult hit harder. 

Sneering like a spoiled toddler, you stuck your face dangerously close, “Stop acting so high and mighty and answer my—“ 

The words died in my throat as she hissed, lips curling back to reveal sharp fangs that you swore could tear through your flesh. You froze, every instinct screaming at you to back away. Her eyes gleamed a magnetic pink, somehow luring you in. Your breath hitched, a cold chill running through your spine.

You’ve never seen a vampire before— but you seriously wanted to know if they all looked this breathtaking. Indeed, she looked terrifying but somehow, your heart betrayed you, pounding harder. 

She looked so ravishing, a dangerous beauty that stole your breath. Against all reason, a smile spread across your face, surprising even her. Jinx paused, her fierce expression flickering with confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why you weren’t trembling but smiling instead. 

Drawing closer to her, you catch a whiff of her addictive cologne, causing the erratic pounding of your heart. Grinning, your hands come up to rest on her collarbone, fingers tracing the fabric, “I don’t care if you’re some lunatic bloodsucker,” Your lashers flutter as you flick your gaze upwards, meeting her shimmering pink eyes. She doesn’t realize, but determination gleams in your expression. 

All at once, you seize the fabric of her collar, forcing her down, “,because it only increases my need for you.” Cutting off her gasp, your lips crashed into hers, swallowing the sound in an instant. 

Feeling her falter for a split second, you tangle your hand into her hair, pressing her closer, needing her lips. Though, she pushes you off, taking a few steps back. 

“You don’t know what your—“ 

You groan, fed up with her stalling, yanking her back by her collar, “Then turn me, Jinx.” She stares at you, stunned by your request. Raising a questioning brow, you let your lips linger a few inches away, hearing her breath hitch, “You belong to me, and only me.” You knew your father would probably disown you for doing this with his coworker, but his opinion didn’t matter to you. Only she did.

In a flash, her lips smash against yours, tightly cupping your face as she navigated you both scarily fast to the bed. Your back meets the mattress, dress riding up as your knees bend upwards, your heels falling off. Jinx’s lips attached to your neck, leaving a wet trail down your chest. Impatiently nudging her head, you force her up, “Kiss me.” Your lips nearly touch hers, but she pulls away. 

Tsking, she begins to tug at your dress, almost ripping it, “Take this off.” Her tone harsh. You only scowl in exchange, slapping her hand away, “It’s designer, don’t you dare rip it.” You pull up your dress, revealing the lace lingerie you had put on incase of this situation. Jinx stared at the bottoms doing practically nothing to hide your pussy, biting her lip in excitement, “You brat.” She huffs, spreading your legs and pulling the lingerie to the side. 

Immediately, your lips part to let out pleasured moans once her tongue steadily traces your folds. She doesn’t go easy on you, her lips sucking on your clit directly, prompting you to arch your back. Head tilting back, your fingers grab her hair roughly, making her wince. Out of nowhere, she backs away, your lips pouting as she stands beside the bed, leaving you bare. 

But a smile tugs at your lips when she rids of her layers, her finger tilting your head up when she spots you trying to peek down. Suddenly, she pulls down your underwear, raising one of your legs onto her shoulder. You bucked your hips, wanting her on you already. After making a noise of displeasure, Jinx finally grinds her cunt against yours. Letting out a gasp at the sensation of her pussy, you spread your legs further, whimpering when she began kissing up your leg. 

Your leg still over her shoulder, her head bent down, lips tickling your neck with feathered kisses. Having enough, you forced her head up, your lips hungrily latching into hers and your tongue entering her mouth. Letting you take control, she continued grinding against you, leading to you whining and partially pulling away. Her lips then trail down to your neck, licking on the spot directly above your pulse. 

“Do it.” You mumble, staring at the ceiling, feeling her pause. She then placed a soft kiss on your cheek, lifting her face till your foreheads touched, “It’s not a simple thing.” She flinched when your hands rested on the side of her head, a roll of your eyes following after, “I’m only doing it  if it means we get to live together.” 

She frowned before letting a small smile spread across her face, huffing, “..you really are a stubborn brat.” Her head then lowers to the crook of your neck, letting out a hiss before sinking her fangs into your skin. 

Wincing, you grabbed her hand as she drank your blood, tightening your hold as your vision began to blur. In the midst of your dizziness, you felt her pull away, spotting her sink her teeth into her wrist. Blood trickled down her wrist and onto your chest, coating it with the crimson liquid. She then approached her wrist to your lips, holding your head, “Drink up.” 

Obeying, your lips suck around the wound, swallowing down her blood. You didn’t know how to admit it— but her blood tasted sweet. Not noticing the time passing by, she tugged your head back, your dizziness gone. 

“…welcome to being immortal.” She hummed out, her lips still red from sucking you off. Grinning, you sat up and wrapped your arms around her. 

Locking eyes with her, you pushed a loose stray away from her face, addicted to that scent radiating off of her, “You better workship me for this.” 

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[chezeni]

‘GOLD RIBBONS’

—caleb, love and deepspace 𝜗𝜚 . ݁ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

cw: eventual smut with plot so minors please dni, main story + ‘farspace deprivation’ spoilers for colonel caleb, mentions of blood (minor wounds), mentions of experimentation, slightly agitated caleb, gift-giving (f-receives), sweet sexy time bc aloof caleb makes me upset, finger-fucking, cunnilingus, p in v, caleb fantasises about MC’s pregnancy, caleb, caleb, caleb.

wc: 3.4k

“Would you still worry for me when we’re older?” Caleb had muttered one evening, when he’d scraped, cut and bruised himself fighting your older bullies from the eighth grade. A long, invisible thread of golden ribbons floated around the two of you, materialising following the stirring of a little more emotion than considered platonic. You remember how the sun was setting in the distance, and how it had cast a soft, dim light over his sunset eyes and slightly overgrown hair when you’d insisted he sit down on a bench and roll up his pant legs so you could take a look at his bleeding knees.

At your silence, Caleb’s brows furrowed like you’d rubbed dirt into his wounds and spat at him. “Hey.” He’d murmured, his expression falling. “You’re not mad at me for standing up for you, right Pips?” You bandaged his wounds silently, and alarm bells rang in his ears. Your Caleb couldn’t ever tolerate silent treatment from his pipsqueak.

Since then, he’d concealed his unacceptable counterparts, compiling a list of things you didn’t like him doing—like staying out too late, being violent, or being too blunt or crass. These filters would inform each minuscule action of his, causing his temperament to soften around you and you only. In his later years as a teenager, he would register these feelings as more than just a platonic responsibility over your wellbeing. He’d always felt this way, he realised… but these feelings would scare you, wouldn’t they?

No, sharing his feelings was too big a risk. The gold ribbon that bound him to you now strangled him, digging into his limbs and neck and cutting off circulation. It explained how his brain felt lacking oxygen and short-circuited when you were near. So he buried himself deep to keep you comfortable around him when he graduated from high school and joined the DAA.

It wasn’t until his faked death, and his joining the Farspace Fleet that his long-hidden tendencies began to resurface with newfound vigour. So began EVER’s experimentation on him once more—mending his arm with armoured casing and injecting the Toring Chip deep into his spine. Still, you were so deeply ingrained into his mind that even the most advanced technology couldn’t erase you from his memory. His entire role in your life thus far could only be a predetermined coincidence set up by a lone entity watching fondly from the skies. Curled around his and your lives were ribbons of shining golden lace, tugging at your physical forms to continuously push you towards one another. Similarly, these welcome restraints bound your fates tighter and closer alongside the passing waves of time—he was divinely packaged for you just as you were for him.

…It was a shame how it had all culminated now: these gold ribbons, gentle at their conception, shifting form to adopt a sinister intent. They had rusted and grown heavier, resembling chains shackled too tightly for comfort. Instead of remaining his closest confidante, the object of his love, you’d embodied life-long fantasy: his wide-eyed prey.

Under the influence of the Toring Chip, Colonel Xia was a character developed distinctly different to your sweet Caleb. Where Caleb desperately hid behind his mask of sweetness so he didn’t scare you off when—if—he declared his festering feelings for you, the Colonel didn’t care about frightening you just a little bit to keep you shivering in his arms.

The outside world was evil, and the Colonel knew keeping you from it completely was no longer possible. You were older now, he couldn’t hide you from the monsters under your bed—not entirely. You needed to be told the scary stories that he used to cover your ears from hearing so you would understand why he did what he did. The protective jealousy he harboured over you that Caleb had revealed glimmers of in the past (when some boy had pushed you at the playground, or when you’d revealed your crush on his basketball team’s vice captain) was now amplified by the Toring Chip, and Colonel Xia didn’t hold back in expressing them unapologetically.

Now, the Colonel stood over the stinking corpse of your sweet Caleb, standing in the coldness of his Skyhaven penthouse while glaring down at you for yet again attempting to escape from the little world he’d crafted just for you.

Clad in a white silk nightgown, you peered up at him guiltily after he’d dragged you back inside his home after receiving alerts on his phone about movement in the front lawns. He’d been surprised, almost, at your recent obedience. Having bought a pretty new set of jewellery for you, he was driving back home earlier from the Farspace Fleet’s main headquarters when he got the notifications.

Frowning, he’d bitten the inside of his cheek hard. The Colonel cursed his wishful thinking.

Of course, your sweetness and submission were just a ploy for escape.

His Fleet uniform coat stretched over broad, muscled shoulders, falling around his calves as he steps closer. His voice, deeper and firmer in his authoritative getup, resounded through the empty air: “I’d kinda hoped my motion sensors were just triggered by a stray cat or something, but finding you wandering around for the gates on the security cameras…” He trails, sighing in exasperation before he crosses his arms. His purple eyes once held a little glimmer of yellow-ish orange, were now a dull, dark blue. “I thought I told you to stay at home. You could be sick, shaking, and still insist on taking all the world’s problems.”

It aggravated him to no end, and he sighed again. Here came the familiar ache in his mind and heart as the Chip worked to erase his growing worry for his beloved. He winces at the sharp pain that shoots up his spine, hand shaking as he kneels and reaches for your hand, cradling it between his black leather gloves and running his thumb over your knuckles. The lack of real contact makes him feel even colder.

The Colonel kneels in front of you, gently grasping the jewellery pouches he’d brought home with him for his deceptively well-behaved darling.

“To think I’d been out looking for necklaces, earrings, bracelets and God knows what else for my darling while she was planning her escape from me.” He has a humourless smile over his cracked lips as he exhales sharply. “Then you whimper about how I’d given you those pills—you’d leave in a heartbeat if I didn’t cling to you like a sad puppy, baby.”

He pulls out a pure gold anklet from its velvet pouch, lifting it from one end to show you the intricacies of its craftsmanship. “Isn’t it pretty, sweetheart?” He whispered, pulling your foot down onto his thigh with his Evol and gently clasping it onto your ankle. “Had ‘em commissioned by the best jewellers in Skyhaven just for you.” Pulling out intricate pieces from their respective velvet pouches, he places a matching bracelet over your wrist. He carefully hands you the earrings, the dangling gold gleaming under the dim moonlight. “Put those on for me.” He murmured.

As you did so, Caleb clasped the necklace around your neck, smiling distantly as he observed how it looked on you. His gaze was reverent as his dull eyes fell over your adorned collarbones, travelling up the line of your throat, pausing over your lips momentarily before looking at the earrings you’d managed to put on. Finally, he grasps a small box, and your heart makes a resounding ache form in your chest.

Had the circumstances been different, had it truly been your Caleb finally showing you a beautiful golden band encrusted with an expensive diamond, you would have cried happier tears.

“My darling.” He murmurs, gently sliding the ring onto your finger as a tear streaks down your cheek.

Your Caleb would have at least asked you the big question. Your Caleb would have smiled his sweet smile and looked up at you nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with trembling hands. Colonel Yizhou ‘Caleb’ Xia did no such thing—deep down somewhere, even Caleb himself knew that you were his. So with his band over your ring finger, he tied a final golden chain binding you to him for life. He thumbs your tear away, knuckles tenderly moving over your cheekbones before he stands.

“…I got you more.” He whispered, grasping your arms and pulling you up. Like a compliant doll, you followed him through the expansive penthouse. Your gaze swept through the floor-to-ceiling windows for a moment, and the ghosts of little you and little Caleb played in the gardens. Like you and the Colonel, little you held little Caleb’s hand, giggling as they ran and ran and—

“Do you like it?” The Colonel murmured, hugging his arms around you from behind.

“Hmm?” You crane your neck to look up at him behind you, observing your reactions thoroughly.

“I thought you’d like white.” He looks over to his bed, and you do too, eyes widening at a lingerie shop’s name written in elegant script over a bag. “Won’t you put it on?” He waits in bed for your return, his gloved hand playing with the dog tag you’d gifted him all those years ago when you were still in high school. ‘When U Come Back’ felt ironic now that he was back but only as half the man he used to be, a hollow shell of your Caleb whom you couldn’t help but love still. You’d grown tired of fighting him, trying to escape so many times since realising the Toring Chip’s influence on your beloved’s psyche.

You’d even managed a day trip to EVER’s headquarters to find how they controlled him, scoured through whatever database in the Colonel’s office in the Fleet before he’d caught you and placed you back in your gilded cage.

…You loved him still.

So when you emerge from behind the room dividers you’d initially placed in his room for changing into your pyjamas wearing his gift, you knew there was no more rebellion from here. The thought was devastating, but he was everything.

Your Caleb, your Colonel, was more to you than anyone you’d managed to enamour, be it the clingy painter who’d requested your presence beside him at all times, the old friend and doctor who’d contrastingly dared to leave your side in a final act of service, the fellow hunter who was confused at your disappearance all those years ago, or the man from underground who’d promised you infinite wealth and his heart.

Your silence no longer bothered Caleb. So long as you didn’t reject him, he was content. He let you crawl into his lap, completely bare save for his gifts to you, and a sense of contentment echoed through his numbed heart. His hands, large with faint scars particularly on his right one, trace over your body and the gold and lace that adorns it as he takes a shaken breath. But he doesn’t move beyond that, lying back against the bed in a seated position, letting you straddle your legs over his thighs. You place your hands over his clothed chest, eyeing the Fleet’s embroidered logo that crowds over his heart and around the tie that binds his neck.

You undo it all, brows furrowing delicately as you watch his coat fall around him, hands clutching at his uniform shirt.

“Take this off” comes your whispered plea and he smiles, complying.

When he tosses his coat and uniform shirt to the side of the bed, you shift your hips against his shyly, hesitant and unsure as you stare up into his watchful gaze. He exhales, shifting to lie back resting on his forearms while his biceps flexed with each grind of your hips. Caleb’s gaze sweeps over you, feeling his breathing stagger at the sight of you palming at your lace-hidden breasts while his ring gleamed on your left hand.

He tugs your upper half down against him, your breasts against his face as he tries to resume your efforts to grind down on the hardening tent in his pants. He licks his lips, latching onto a nipple and sucking till his cheeks hollowed, lashes fluttering to cast shadows over his face. You cry out softly, rocking back and forth with growing confidence till his hands roughly still your hips. You gasp when you flips the two of you over and thrusts himself against your white lace panties, unable to refuse the ache in his pants as he presses a deep kiss to your lips. His tongue presses against yours, melding against yours in tandem with his hips. He tilts his face, brows furrowing almost delicately as he whimpers into your mouth.

You lay there, gasping and twitching under him when his right hand shifts down to your belly. It stops at your soaked panties, pushing them to the side to glimpse at the milky mess between your thighs. For the first time in weeks, he grins, collecting some of the liquid on his thumb before it moves upwards.

“C-Caleb—!” You whisper breathlessly, your own hands sinking into his hair as you cradle his head against your neck. He rubs at your clit, moaning softly at the face you make and how your thighs tighten around his wrist… how dare your body refuse him.

You moan in surprise when he drags his teeth over the skin of your throat, slowly pushing a finger, then two, inside you. Everything he did was paced slowly, while his eyes flitted from one area of bare skin to another on your body like he wanted to memorise every little reaction, every small twitch in muscle as you spasmed under his touch with quiet cries. He wished you wouldn’t be so demure about your sounds.

His fingers curl and he laughs a soft puff of breath against your hardened nipples when your grasp on his hair tightens. He grunts once he feels you tighten against his fingers, trembling to signal your climbing pleasure.

He coos sweetly, drawing his fingers out of you to suck your cum off of them. You whimper at the lewd sight, and his teeth flash into a smile before he kisses down the valley of your breasts, over your navel. He grasps at your sides, rubbing over the skin worshipfully. He dips his head against your pretty lace panties. “Y‘look so good in white.” He murmurs, gently thumbing at your clit through the fabric before he pulls it to the side once more. His hands lock your trembling thighs down against the bed. He hooks them over his shoulder, half-lidded gaze meeting his before he pressed a kiss to your clit.

It was too soft, barely grazing the nub with his lips before he leaned down to lap at your entrance. His tongue fell heavy against you again and again, and he moaned against you when your hands grasped at his neck and soft hair, back arching further into his inviting tongue. You took it all while in a helpless flurry of pleasure, and he instructed you to toy with your nipples while he ate you out like a man starved, his head rocking between your thighs as he fucked you with his tongue.

In his mind, Caleb muses about all the times he’d pictured you like this—bare and vulnerable beneath him, calling his name in your honeyed, high-pitched voice while he fucked himself in and out of you till you came over and over and clutched at his shoulders desperately in a state of utter overstimulation—till your womb was full of him, till you conceived your first, second, third child. If you wanted more, he’d give them to you, and he wouldn’t stop trying till he had a daughter to spoil and sons to turn into little footmen for his sweet wife. He was intent on making his fantasies, the ones he’d had since he was a gross high-schooler, a reality, gaze roaming over your form as he imagined your body after conceiving, after the months he’d spend glued to your side, caring for his poor wife through her morning sickness.

He shivers at the thought, sliding your panties down your legs, hands trembling with anticipation as he tosses them in the direction of his previously discarded uniform attire and sits up. Exhaling lowly, he admires your already dazed expression. The submission you’d previously faked felt all the more real now, and a sick part of him relishes in how far gone he’d made you look.

“Hold your legs up for me, baby,” Caleb murmurs, guiding your hands to the back of your thighs as your face felt warm at how bare you were beneath him. Your anklet jingled a little. He undoes his belt, the metal clicking into the cool air of his room.

Your gaze falls to the hardness of his abs as they clench and unclench when he’s completely naked in front of you, his side-swept hair falling over his eyes just slightly as his half-lidded gaze falls into yours. You did nothing to stop him—you wanted this too.

You realise how big he is when he leans over you once more, pressing a devoted kiss to your lips while guiding his cock against your folds. You both twitch when the head of his cock presses into your clit and you wrap your legs against his waist, pressing against him harder. You loved him more now that he’d taken off that uniform. He felt like your Caleb again and your lashes flutter when he gently presses himself against your entrance, the breath leaving both your lungs.

Fate bound you to him further, the weight of his golden gifts on your body a physical reminder of how you were his. At the heat of him against you, you reach up and claw at his chest. Any more of the wait and you felt like you were going to faint. You resort to begging.

“P-please, Caleb.”

Caleb loses all will to make this a soft and slow first experience between the two of you. He grunts, intertwining your fingers with his while his hips pressed against yours, cock pushing into you. You gasp, and he shushes you through the pain, holding back the profanities he wants to groan loudly into your ear. Shallow thrusts into you make the anklet jingle as your legs tighten against his waist, forcing him to slip further inside. He curses, and thrusts with an increased vigour.

And you lie there, clutching at anything you could and letting him take you.

You cried against his lips, head falling back against the various pillows he’d positioned for your comfort, hair falling around you like a halo as you looked up at him wide-eyed. He spots the small droplets of tears in your eyes and groans, lips falling open and hips snapping against yours as the bed creaks with each sharp movement. “Pretty, pretty girl. Just lie back for me, baby, I’ve gotchu.” His words slurred, he presses against you harder, swallowing your cries and burying himself balls-deep. “Y’wanna come on my cock, baby? Y-yeah? Say it, sweetheart, don’t be fuckin’ shy now.”

“It’s just me, pretty.” Caleb whispers against your lips, eyes wide open at your form under him—he was completely entranced.

He positions himself on his knees, pressing your legs together so he’s hugging onto your calves for dear life, leaving kisses against your anklet and chasing that final peak of pleasure he could only dream of achieving with his sweetheart for all of those lonely years as his hips snapped against yours hard.

Gasping softly, your hips pushed against his own in hopes to alleviate the ache in your lower belly.

The sight has him clutching tightly at the dips of your hips, groaning, head falling back as he held your legs up against his chest.

“Atta girl.” He grunts.

Caleb’s eyes, filled with haze, fall to your bouncing breasts. You clutch at the sheets, sobbing his name softly when you feel close. Gasping sharply when he aims for that special spot again and again, a stinging pain melded into bliss before you broke out into a frenzied murmuring. In the midst of his lovemaking, Caleb’s ears strain to comprehend what little words you repeated over and over, head fallen back against your pillow and plush lips parted wide. “What’s that, sweetheart?” He murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. He shifts your positions once more, parting your thighs and groaning weakly. You were pushing him off the cliff too with how your walls hugged ‘round his cock so invitingly.

“L-love you!” was your hoarse reply—“loveyouloveyouloveyou, Caleb, baby, I-I’m gonna—!”

His breath stutters and he whimpers a “Love you too, pretty baby, love you so much!” Before you knew it, you twitch pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying out softly. The bed groans with him when he presses into your warmth completely, spreading your legs further so he can cling to your waist and press his face into your neck, moaning in sync with your moans and his own slow, hard thrusts as he spills into you.

He felt a sense of relief, contentment, his hollowness filled up for once with just you, you, you.

Your sweet natural scent alongside the heavy musk of sweat and sex permeated the cool air, and he took care of his tired, bruised love before she buried herself into his blankets. You craved his touch, and who was he to ever refuse?

After the accident, Caleb was uncertain about many things. But he knew for certain that no amount of gifts or money could amount to you. He holds you tighter when you cuddle into his chest, taking your lingerie piece off entirely so his darling could breathe with ease when she slept adorned in the gold he’d gifted her. His eyes fall to the ring on her left hand, a curled fist at his chest. It staked his claim, which now ran deeper into her body too.

Caleb kisses her forehead as she drifts to sleep, his little angel resting as a sliver of the pale moonlight leaks into his room, casting an ethereal glow over her features. His darling, he thinks, the woman he would gladly bind himself to, and adulate on his knees for the rest of his life.

His perfect little present.

[natalievoncatte]

The transfer would have to be quick. They had to move Lena -the other Lena- from the Kryptonian stasis pod to the operating table in the Amazonian lab and they had to hurry.

As she watched six Amazons lift her own limp form onto the platform, Lena could hear the cyborg talking to her Kara.

“These are the worst moments. When there is nothing we can do with all our strength. When we’re just as helpless as any other mortal woman.”

“I know,” her Kara said, very softly. “It’s going to work.”

“I’m afraid,” said the Cyborg. “I’ve been searching so long. Fate has a way of snatching things from us at the last moment. What if she hates me for failing her? What if she can’t stand the sight of me?”

“Lena, focus,” said Alex.

Lena snapped her attention back to the task at hand. Her other self, her doppelgänger, her variant, whatever you want to call it, now lay on the table and Alex was attaching sensors all over her body. Lena joined her.

It was a peculiar sight, one’s own self. The way this Lena looked older, maybe wiser, sent some distant part of Lena’s own mind reeling. If they were simply variations on the same universe, merely quantum discrepancies, why would one version of her be older than she was? How could she be born sooner and still be the same person?

It didn’t matter.

One of the Amazons said, “we must move quickly; we’re already losing her.”

Both Karas sucked in a sharp breath, one of them a harsh mechanical wheeze. Lena and ignored it, and hung the bag of while blood while Alex put the catheter in their patient’s arm.

Her blood. Lena’s. This had to work.

“Back, quickly.”

Lena and Alex stepped back, and the device lowered from the ceiling- like everything here it was a strange blend of classical forms and shapes mixed with high technology. Lena stepped back behind the marked line on the marble floor and waited.

The machine built up with a low thrum, the sound increasing and volume and pitch as it rose until finally a vibrant light burst forth, enveloping the other Lena in a cascade of purple hues, constantly shifting and changing.

The body on the bier was absolutely still; the monitors showed no pulse, no respiration, no brain activity.

Behind her Lena felt as much as heard a strangled, mechanical cry like knives being scraped across a sheet of steel as the cyborg cried out in agony and sank to her knees.

Her Kara said, “Wait! Wait! Look!

Lena watched as her own chest slowly began to rise and fall. The monitors began to pulse with the beat of her heart- slow, at first, weak, but growing stronger with each beat, as her brain activity lit up the screen. It was working. It was working.

“I can hear her,” the cyborg rasped, her voice strangely tinny with elation, “I can hear her heartbeat. I can hear her heartbeat again!”

She lunged forward, but both Kara and two of the Amazons stopped her.

“The process will take hours. Perhaps days. She must not be disturbed.”

A crimson tear welled up in her eye, scratching its way down her cold, pale cheek.

“I can’t leave her.”

Diana stepped forward. “You will not have to. You must simply remain outside the boundary. My warriors will stand vigil with you.”

“I’ll stay too,” said Alex. Nia nodded.

“Lena,” said Diana. “A word.”

Lena swallowed hard and walked beside the enormous warrior woman, the top of her head barely reaching her shoulder. She’d even made Clark look small. They walked outside in the crisp Mediterranean evening air. Even the atmosphere here smelled lovely and clean. There was a full moon rising and in the distance it sparked across the sea.

“There is a problem.”

Lena turned sharply. “What problem?”

“I had my physicians examine the cyborg. We had intended to heal her as well- her Kryptonian physiology should enhance the healing properties of the Purple Ray even further.”

“I sense a ‘but,” said Lena.

Diana nodded, her expression darkening as she looked out over the sprawling city of gold and marble around them.

“The damage is too extensive. Much of her dermal layers are synthetic as well- forgive my bluntness, but there is actually very little left of our friend. Other than her brain and spinal column, very little remains. I’m not sure that she herself is aware of how much has been replaced.”

Lena’s legs weakened and she leaned on the railing in front of her, the stone cold against her palms.

“There has to be a way. Can our Kara help somehow?”

“Not unless she can grow a second heart and liver. Forgive my bluntness, but but I don’t believe that we can help her any further, only try to make her condition more-“

“Highness!” an Amazon shouted as she ran towards them, “Princess! There is a quantum surge nearby. The signature resembles a boom tube!”

Diana turned from Lena as if she wasn’t there. “Sound the alarms, surround the incursion site, and have Supergirl join us- we may need both of them.”

“The cyborg is too damaged to fight,” Lena insisted.

“If this is what I fear, we cannot let any warrior sit idle. Come!”

She turned and ran, and Lena struggled to keep up, her lungs burning even in the pure air of the earthly paradise.

Dozens of Amazons surrounded an empty space in the courtyard, aiming spears and swords at seemingly nothing, an empty space. Kara and her cyborg counterpart rushed to flank Lena.

“What is this?” said Lena. “What is a boom tube?”

In answer, there was a crack of thunder that almost launched her off her feet. Kara instinctively caught her in a smooth motion and lifted Lena into her arms. The sound came with a blinding flash and when Lena opened her eyes, purple spots stained her vision.

A corridor of light unfolded in the air, spending from a central flash, sending waves of air cascading around their feet.

“Ready,” Diana called, cracking her knuckles.

Thwip!

A thin stream of some silvery substance shot out of the aperture or tunnel or portal or whatever it was and hit one of the nearby columns with a loud splat, hanging in the air in thin silvery cord that went taut as something swung out of the portal at impossible speed.

Lena could make out that the arrival was woman, but not much else- she was blinding fast, launching another one of those… webs… from her wrist.

Diana tried to grab her and she twisted out of the way with impossible reflexes, turning in the air, using her swing to build momentum and somersault, finally landing on one of the columns, clinging somehow to the smooth stone.

“Easy, easy, easy!” the intruder shouted, showing her hands as she crouched against the marble. “I come in peace.”

The voice sounded too familiar, almost like-“

“Get down from there!” Diana bellowed. “Stand and show yourself.”

The stranger leapt down from the height with unnatural grace, and Lena heard gasps marching her own as she recognized… herself.

Herself wearing a leather bomber jacket over a black bodysuit emblazoned with the white silhouette of a spider.

“Who are you?” Kara snapped, moving between Lena and the… new Lena.

“I’m Lena 938,” she said, offering a hand to shake, “and I’m her to help.”

“Seize her!” Diana barked.

“Oh come on,” said Lena-938. “Can please not do the ‘heroes have to fight before they become friends’ thing? I’ve had a long day and I want to skip to the part where I give you the exposition.”

“Wait!” said Lena. “Let’s hear what she has to say.”

Her counterpart looked at her. “Oh thank God you’re not one of the crazy variants.”

“Variants?” said Lena. “How many have you met?”

“A lot, and some of us would like to join the party. I’m here to talk about the League of Lenas, and how we’re going to help you.”

She pointed at the cyborg.

“Everyone inside,” Diana snapped. “We will hear your explanation, but no more portals!”

[heartnearu]

hopelessly devoted | y.jw

yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: soulmates come in many forms, whether it would be romantically or platonically. but why is it that you can't seem to find either? why does it feel like everyone has found someone, while you're still searching?

"you fulfill a part of me that i didn't even know i was missing."

…

"you show me what it means to feel whole."

genre: slow burn / angst / romance

tropes: soulmates / strangers to lovers

DISCLAIMER!! i am not a professional. my writing may be terrible... but i'm only here for fun. i'm just a insomniac with an idea, technology at my disposal, and a dream lol. keep in mind that this is FICTION!!

NOTE: [taekwondo]coach!/trainer! jungwon x baker! reader | this is the second time i am posting this because my account was tweaking out

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

CH. O — PROLOGUE

foolish is the word that you believe described you.

for years, you witness others find their other half and love each other unconditionally. you could only watch in adoration and wish that one day you could experience it for yourself. but as you grew older, you began to let go of that hope. you'd catch yourself watching others with a twinge of longing and quiet jealousy—when was it going to be your turn?

it wasn't like you didn't know the hardships that could come with a relationship—you just believed that when the right person came, you both would be so in love and content with each other that no matter how difficult the situation was, you'd both work it out together.

but even with those beliefs, there's still certain thoughts that haunt the back of your mind.

how will you know when their heart beats in time with yours, even in silence? what if you give them your all and that's not enough for them? what if you thought you found the love of your life, only to find out that your supposed partner found someone else who fulfills them in ways you can't? what if you never find someone to share your life with?

no matter how many thoughts race through your mind, they always circle back to the same question that clings to you like a shadow you can't outrun... are you even worthy of being loved unconditionally? how could anyone embrace every part of you when you're still struggling to accept yourself?

of course, these nagging insecurities didn't come out of nowhere. they were born from years of giving your all to people, only to find that your love was never quite enough for them.

you'd never been lucky with romance, so you learned to seek connection in other ways—gravitating toward deep, platonic bonds that could make you feel seen. but even then, you struggled. you were never the first choice. there was always someone else, someone closer. someone they reached for before you.

there wasn't much you could do. you long to give your love freely—to devote yourself to someone and cherish them as they are. but the truth is, you have no one to give it to. every time you believe there's a possibility, a chance that you found someone who sees you—the realization that you're just a passing thought to someone who meant everything to you lands like a final blow you knew was coming, but still wasn't ready for. the fact that they never held you with the same tenderness you gave so freely is just another harsh reminder that you always care more.

how could you be so foolish to believe that anyone would want anything to do with someone like you?

maybe you ask for too much. you've never been mad or bitter—you're genuinely glad they found someone who makes their world feel lighter. but there's still a sadness that moves through you like fog, soft but suffocating. you smile for them, while something inside you quietly wilts, wishing it could have been you.

as of now, you conclude that maybe—just maybe you were made to love not to be loved.

and at some point, you might have to accept it, even if it hurts to.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ MIV— i hope this was somewhat enjoyable. it's only the start of what is to come.. i am still getting used to how tumblr works as a writer or someone who actually posts since i have only ever been a reader so i apologize for that. see you soon!

please DO NOT steal, plagiarize, copy, repost, alter, or translate ANY of my works in any way.

[inkybyl]

Everybody Gangsta till they gotta take their lil sister to nursery

I’m super ill so I finished some old sketches of a Modern/Gang Family type AU I still wanna flesh out 🫶

Lowkey wanna waffle about the ideas real quick in case I don’t draw them

Below is big brother Wrecker and lil brother Tech I love them.

Basically I had this idea that Hunter (as the eldest) has been looking after Wrecker and his younger twin brothers Tech & Crosshair. Still trying to figure out a way to make this work, but one day their dad, Jango Fett turns up at their door with another pair of toddler twins in his arms, Boba & Omega, and asks Hunter if he can take his new little sister in.

I have a concept dialogue so I’ll just throw it in here 🤣

~

“And you’ve come all this way just to tell me you’ve got more kids?” Hunter gruffed, leaning on the doorframe with a displeased look on his face while crossing his arms. Jango sighed, running a hand through his curly locks, “I know this isn’t ideal. But- I don’t know where she’d be safest.”

Hunter tilted his head as he stared down at his blonde toddler sister, “Us? You’re just going to dump her on us?” He questioned, feeling his heart rate increase in a flurry of different emotions.

Jango stared down at his daughter with a solemn look, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, gently squeezing Boba’s hand, “Hunter- there’s no time to explain-“, “No time to explain. Right. Plenty of time to make us and move on like we’re just not here until it’s convenient, apparently.”

Jango stared down at his son, his skull tattoo on full display as Hunter refused to break eye contact. He didn’t have the energy to fight. “… Please…”

Hunter’s head recoiled in shock at the gentle tone in his voice, staring back down at his little sister who kept fiddling with her long-sleeved shirt. “Her name is Omega. She’s a curious one so keep an eye out for that. Where I’m going… it’s no place for her… she needs a family that will look out for her.” He muttered, swallowing in an attempt to moisten his throat. Hunter looked up at his father, his eyes flicking to the floor, “… Why not Rex… or Cody? She’ll be safer with them.” Hunter whispered, turning his head away. Jango shook his subtly, running his hand over Omega’s soft hair, “Just look after her, yeah?” He grumbled, his tough personality returning bit by bit as he realised the tears forming in his eyes.

~

So yeah!

In terms of Wrecker - he was only a couple years younger than Hunter so he could help out with looking after the twins, Crosshair and Tech. I have a headcanon that Wrecker was incredibly skilled/knowledgable with technology, weapons and electronics, and while Tech was growing up he had a natural talent for those things, but still needed teaching.

Wrecker would teach Tech different skills like building things from scratch, how to disarm or arm a weapon/explosive, etc etc. In terms of this AU, I’m thinking that Tech desperately wanted to impress his older brother by showing him how much he’s learnt from him, but he got a bit ahead of himself.

~

“Wrecker! You’re back! Come, look at what I’ve built!” Tech joyously exclaimed, pulling his taller brother’s arm through to their garden. Wrecker, back from a work out, was finishing the rest of his drink as he chuckled softly at his little brother’s excitement. “Alright, alright - I’m right behind you.” He playfully shook his head as he ducked out of the way of the doorframe, walking down the steps as Tech sprinted to the other end of their common.

“Stay there, Wrecker! Take a seat on the steps!” Tech ordered with a massive smile, “I know you’re going to love this!”

Wrecker smiled and took a seat on the wooden steps with an audible ‘creak’. “Ooh, am I going to see some fireworks?” Wrecker called over to Tech, squinting to try and see what he was bringing out. Tech pulled out his newest contraption, modelled to look like something Wrecker had tinkered with previously. Wrecker couldn’t inspect the handiwork in detail from where he was sitting, something he would usually like to do before Tech would test his newest experiments.

Tech smiled at his device, it appeared to be a form of firework launcher, possibly to assist the velocity the devices could travel at and reach higher altitudes. He knew how much his older brother loved explosions of different varieties, watching the beautiful combustion of chemicals mix in a stunning array of colours, sound and temperatures.

He ran back and forth to assemble all the remaining parts, grabbing some fireworks along the way, lining them up in his contraption. “I have created a far greater firework launcher, if this works we can create our own larger versions, and if they get launched with enough altitude, the massive blasts will not affect our sight or hearing! We will be able to appreciate the massive blasts by creating a safe distance!” He rambled with a giddy smile, showing Wrecker one of the fireworks from where he was standing.

Wrecker smiled genuinely, but dropped slightly as his gut twisted in discomfort. Something was wrong. “That sounds awesome, Tech. Let me take a look at it before you start pointing that around,” he chuckled, hoping to sound as casual as possible, placing his hand on his knee as he slowly stood up. Tech waved his hands, “No, no, no! I’ve got this!” He cheered, lining up a larger-than-normal firework into his device, he probably custom made it, too.

Wrecker’s stomach began to churn, his voice slipping to the big brother tone, “Tech, let me see it,” he said, beginning to walk over to his younger brother. Tech’s face dropped in disappointment, brows furrowing as he looked down at the creation, before flicking his eyes back to Wrecker. “Wait, Wrecker! I can show you- i-it works! I promise! Look!” Without thinking, Tech activated the device, the fuse being lit instantly as he stepped back to watch it fizzle and crack. Wrecker’s ears could pick up on the irregular sounds of the firework’s fuse burning away, not liking the way Tech’s device groaned and whined in an eerie way.

Wrecker’s pace increased, “Tech, get behind me will ya?” His voice was raised, outstretching his arm towards him with his palm open, “Now.” He could see Tech’s brain start to take everything in all at once, the upset expression on his face, and his hands desperately trying to shake out the tension that’s hit him instantly. The sounds of his experiment started to grow louder and more unstable, the modified firework on the verge of blasting off. “Wrecker- I promise! This one will work! I’ll be able to show you! I’ll—“

Wrecker’s body moved all by itself - barrelling himself towards Tech in one strong push of his heartbeat. The contraption reacted with the firework, the combination of the chemicals and elements combining in a dangerous combustion. Wrecker managed to move Tech before any shrapnel could reach him, shielding him from the blast by his hip, holding him with a bruising-tight grip. Wrecker’s adrenaline was kicked into overdrive, only feeling the pressure and heat from the explosion on the left side of his face and shoulder.

Tech was frozen underneath his brother’s hold, covering his ears while trying to control his breathing before a panic attack could ensue, his brain rattling with multiple thoughts and words whizzing through his head - almost screaming at himself. Time must have gone by because he could hear Wrecker’s laboured breaths, shakily turning his head to stare up at his elder brother. His eyes widened at the blood drops that splattered on his cheeks and goggles, unable to take a breath in at Wrecker’s marred flesh. “W-Wrecker..?”

Wrecker’s eyes were dark and lifeless, not even able to blink as his eyes would twitch up into his eyelids instead. The blast had charred and burned all of the left side of his head, the smell of his skin made bile rise up to Tech’s throat as he could see how the metal shrapnel must have sliced across his nose, eye brow and lips. Wrecker began rocking slightly, his laboured breaths slowing down as he stared down at his little brother. “What.. what’s with you…?” He grunted out, completely unaware to the extent of his injuries, only being able to focus on Tech’s horrified expression before his vision went completely black.

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Had these written out and thought I’d share! Very early concept stages ofc, but I love playing with these ideas. After the blast, Wrecker’s ability with his previous interests had dropped significantly apart from his knowledge about weapons and demolitions - and I think after an explosion to the side of your head would alter your physical mental being, possibly keeping him at his juvenile state of mind as he grows up.

But yeah! 💫 if you read all of this, thank you so much! 🫶✨

[ogviceversa]

You Signed A Contract Part I

Jeremy:

I wish I never met Don Hughes and I wish I never signed that stupid contract!! It sucks because I can’t even talk about everything after signing that non-disclosure too.

The last couple of months have been awful. Ever since I met Don while on my shift.

*FLASHBACK*

I’m a college student so I wait tables part time. And one afternoon I met Don, who sat at my table.

He was charismatic and you could tell that the guy has money. We chatted for a while, he asked me about my life.

By the end of his lunch, he said to me, “if you ever want to make a ridiculous amount of money—call me.”

He handed me his business card and went on with his day.

It took me about a day before I called Don’s number.

When I called he automatically knew it was me.

“Jeremy, I was hoping you would call.” 

“Yeah sorry it took me a little bit to get back to you.”

“Oh no! You’re perfectly fine!”

We talked for a few before he told me to meet him at an address.

When I arrived I was shocked to see that it was a McDonalds.

Don was waiting for me in a booth grinning.

“Well hello Jeremy.”

“Hi Don.”

“Come sit, you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

We grab food and Don basically laid everything out on the table.

“So I have an offer for you, let’s look at it as a short term form of employment.”

“Okay, I’m listening,” I say taking a fry.

At first I thought Don was about to pimp me out. But what he said next shocked me even more.

“So over the years, my company has grown into high technology. We’ve created things that only appear in movies. You’d be surprised by how advanced this world could actually be…”

He pauses and takes a deep breath, “so what I’m offering is this— a short term body exchange. 3 months and you get $500,000.”

I nearly spit out my drink, “wait repeat that?!?”

“We basically swap bodies for 3 months, I have your body, you have mine. No one outside my company knows about it. I’ll have a very lavish apartment for you to live in, all expenses paid. And then after 3 months, you get your body back and $500,000.”

I was shocked, I wasn’t sure what to say. I mean $500,000 is a lot of money.

“Is it safe?”

“Yes, it’s safe. This isn’t the first time I’ve used this machine. In fact, my company regularly swaps bodies within our staff. It can be fun.”

“So no other rules? I have your body and you have mine. You won’t do anything crazy with it will you?”

“Good god no! I just prefer to be inside a more youthful body at times. And to be completely honest, I just found you to be very handsome. If anything, this swap could be more of a liability for me…. So what do you say? We got a deal?”

Don pushed over a contract to me and I hesitate for a second.

“I know this is a lot Jeremy but just think. It’s only 3 months.”

“Fine, let do it,” I say picking up the pin and signing the document over.

“Great! Now let’s head to my car. The swap begins immediately.”

A fancy all black car pulls up and we get inside. All I could think about on the ride over was that Don’s body was about to be mine for 90 days straight.

I look at his older hands and feel my stomach turn. I feel anxious and all of the what ifs start to fill my brain. What this guy has some terminal disease? What if he backs out?

Ugh… I try think about anything else. And then we pull up to what looks like an abandoned building.

A giant guy comes up and greets us.

“Jeremy, this is Rocky. He’s my body guard but he’ll be with you the next 3 months.”

I shake Rocky’s hand as Don heads inside. Rocky gives me a wide grin and says, “It’s a pleasure, don’t stress. This isn’t Don’s first rodeo.”

“Can you tell I’m nervous?,” I say to him.

“Of course, but it’s worth it. I promise. And I’ll be with you.”

Hearing Rocky’s words gave me a little assurance.

I head inside with him and walk into the biggest laboratory I’ve ever seen. Computers, machines are everywhere and multiple scientists.

I get directed to go down a hallway where I find Don again.

He’s sitting by a giant machine with two helmets attached to it.

They ask me sit down in one of the chairs. A scientist straps one of the helmets on me. And then Don’s sits and they do the same to him.

“Here we go Jeremy! 1…2…3..”

I tighten my eyes and then….

Don:

Being a very wealthy businessman, I always get what I want. Even if it’s supposed to be unobtainable. Like this body for instance. Jeremy is just one of many bodies I’ve taken over.

And honestly I get tired of them after a couple of months. But what’s nice about having a younger body means, I can still run my board everyday.

All of the members are fully aware of my body swap shenanigans. But they don’t fuck with me, mainly because they know I’ll put them in a random body so quick…

Oops, I didn’t say that!

What I love about having a body like Jeremy here, is that I can get my work done and then have fun at night.

I’ll fuck whoever I want, party at any bar, and I especially love seeing a cute face in the morning.

I have several fetishes— I like younger guys, feet, dominating people… but getting a new body to explore feels like my dirtiest fetish. Just touching someone else’s cock, licking a strangers feet while using there mouth, hooking up with another guy who has no clue who I really am… fuck! I’m getting hard just thinking about it!!

What’s great about all of this is if I stay out all night, I know bodies like Jeremy here can handle it. All it takes is a little headache medicine and a Bloody Mary. And I’m back in business!!

Now I think this time, I’m going to take things a step further… starting out, I’m going to have some of my selective staff swap bodies with some handsome guys. They’ll be my personal house boys.

Where I tell them how I want to be pleasured and they listen. God, just imagine— I say footjob and some handsome hunk comes in to just jerk me off with a sexy pair of feet…

It’s settled, “Henry, find me 3 handsome guys in there 20s. Offer them swap contracts.”

“Yes sir,” say my loyal assistant.

“Also, I want them swapped with 3 willing employees. I’ll pay them stupid just to suck my cock on demand.”

“Right away— and sir?”

“Yes, Henry…”

“May I be one of those employees?”

I grinned at my assistant who looks so eager.

“Ohhh have you taken a liking to this body?,” I say to him.

Henry blushes and says, “ for you sir, I’ll be anyone just to make sure you’re happy.”

“Great, well I want a handsome frat boy. You’ll need to suck this daily,” I say pulling out my cock.

“Yes sir!,” he says to me and then runs off to get to work.

Man, I love being this rich!

[h-sleepingirl]

You Are A Wizard, So Pour Over The Tomes

Hypnosis is magic. It is not just “the closest we can get to magic.” Trance practices in all kinds of forms have served as the basis for mysticism across cultures and human history -- thousands of years. It is not new. It is not western. It did not start with Franz Mesmer or James Braid or Milton Erickson or Wiseguy.

Modern hypnosis stems from a rich human history of fascination and spiritual veneration of the mind’s power. We are practitioners of a comparably new discipline where we can literally change the way that other people experience the world. Their innermost selves are as leverage to us -- putty to us, when we know what we are doing. We can transform others freely. We can give pleasure or pain. We can facilitate experiences that seem to defy reality.

People talk a big game about respecting that power. What they usually mean by that is respecting EACH OTHER. That’s crucial, obviously -- not manipulating, not harming, being a good person.

But what about respecting the discipline itself?

It’s tempting to see what we do as disconnected from the “historical” and “outdated” methods of hypnosis. But we are a part of that history. We are likely hilariously wrong about a lot of things related to trance, hypnosis, the human mind -- what will hypnosis and psychology look like in 100 years? And even as we innovate, we are always building on the techniques and ideas that came before us -- in ways we are often not even aware of. We reinvent; we use ideas from the past unknowingly.

We have a right -- and a responsibility -- to OWN our magic. I am not here to gatekeep and say that this magic is not yours. It IS yours; it’s unequivocally yours. But as a whole we could do more to respect it.

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” And hypnosis is not even a technology that we UNDERSTAND. The only real reason we DON’T see ourselves as wizards is because there is a huge motivation to legitimize hypnosis as a scientific discipline -- and non-rationalist perspectives are looked down upon in our culture. I’m not anti-science (maybe a little -- tongue in cheek) but I do think that labeling hypnosis as “just psychology” is dishonest about how much we actually objectively know about it -- and does a disservice to the phenomenon itself.

I’m not saying hypnosis is literally metaphysical. But I am saying we practice something very powerful without knowing its nature. There are secrets we have tried to suss out about this magic through history that we have written down -- past and present. We actually have tomes of knowledge, records of past experiments and modern inventors.

In the last couple of years, I’ve started teaching/facilitating “text studies” -- classes where we sit down with an excerpt from a hypnosis book and parse through it as a collaborative group. I desperately want to show people that there is value in just critically reading the resources available to us. The clinical texts -- especially older ones -- are hard to read, like they are almost in a different language. But it is amazing the insights we have come to by tackling them together.

These old texts are not pure truths -- there is a lot we’ve improved on over time. But we can learn a lot by learning what hypnosis was like historically. The entire discipline of hypnosis is extremely susceptible to change -- it is defined SO MUCH by how we view it culturally. I just recently was amazed at re-reading some Erickson where he talks about making his subjects daydream autonomously -- as a primary mode and result of inducing hypnosis. Contrast that with today, where if someone’s mind wanders for even a moment, they feel like they’ve failed. There’s something really important here -- a technique from 50 years ago that tells us something we’ve lost in modern practice.

And there are countless examples of this, of people losing and reinventing methods over and over. As I’ve watched our kinky niche grow over just the past 13 years, I’ve watched ideas phase in, out, and in again -- there is both growth and regression of our collective body of knowledge. That’s the nature of things, especially when we operate partially disconnected from the resources that are available to us.

We CAN be connected to the rich human history of trying to unravel the secrets about our minds, and about this thing that gives us enormous transformative powers -- powers that we take for granted.

You are a wizard -- so pour over the tomes.

Read a book. Read an article. Set aside some time and view yourself with the respect of being someone who can study and suss out a magical text. Take notes, look up words and concepts you don’t know. Or just absorb what you can on a first pass and go back later. Read a chapter or just master a single page. Romanticize the aesthetic of sitting with the scent of paper, or as the technomancer with words appearing on a screen.

Read. Own this art. And bring that respect of this art to the people you share it with. I promise you can do things with hypnosis that you have never thought possible.

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This is a little motivational piece (for you and me!) as I gear up to teach "Analyzing Erickson" at Charmed. It's something I feel really passionately about, and I wanted to share it.

Permanently linked/free on Patreon.

[bobbiereynolds]

Cybernetic (Thunderbolts x Cyborg!Reader)

Character/s: Thunderbolts team, Valentina

Word Count: 1,561

A/N: Ok so I'm still on hiatus (ya gurl is struggling) but I had this idea and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Body/religious horror? Idk. I thought it was cool/weird. Feedback is always appreciated 🖤🖤🖤

THUNDERBOLTS REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Somewhere inside of you there is a clicking. No, a ticking. The noise, repetitive, grinds against the side of your skull just behind your ear, like nails across floorboards – desperate for salvation, for forgiveness, for an escape. Pluck it out, it’s your first remedy, like a rotting tooth, but it’s deeper than that. It requires further investigation. Surgical tools, perhaps a decent drill. Pull at the skin of your face, let it droop, fold, so that you can see better. What good is the human brain anyways? What’s left of yours is dangerous. Self-loathing, self-destructive, its only intention is to destroy what they spent so long taking apart and putting back together. A gear lodged, clogged. Wires crossed. Rusted parts, older than you’d like to admit. The typical ailment. They were so meticulous, so delicate, so detail oriented. At the same time, they were lazy, forgetful, unaware that what remained of you must reside in this tomb for as long as you will last. The neediness of your form, the constant repairs, feels almost as draining as waiting for a wound to heal, for muscle and bone to repair, reshape, restore.

It doesn’t matter – you’ve lost feeling on that side of your head. No nerves, just bolts and screws and wires. And yet, the noise persists. The wails of a child, the whines of a dog, your prayers ignored by God. Relentless. The word comes to mind. It tastes like metal on your tongue. Like iron from blood. Parts of you still bleed. Specific areas, certain limbs. There are still, thankfully, a few of your original organs. Some are entirely man made, crafted with gentle hands and violent minds. Others were gifted, torn from broken bodies to keep yours alive. Running. Comrades, friends, acquaintances, strangers. You carry them inside of you whether you like it or not – Frankenstein-esque. A monster. A martyr. A thing built in hopes of escaping morality. A killer who should not feel remorse. Almost childishly, in a desperate attempt, you bang your fist against the shell of your skull and the noise stops. You are studied, you are revered, you are one of a kind, and yet, you require the same skills to fix a broken television remote. 

Pathetic. 

They were wary of you and why shouldn’t they be? A ghost story, a fable, that’s what you were. That’s what you should have been, anyways. Instead you stood in that room, that furnace, wondering if you really could die. If the fire would eat away at you, leaving something even more deformed in its wake. While they panicked, while they fought, you contemplated: is that really a bad way to go? You were so sure, so certain, you had felt worse sensations. Your eye plucked out of your head and handed to your open palm. The torture of bones replaced with metal counterfits over and over until their technology became advanced enough to withhold. Rebuilding a digestive system that was efficient, functional enough not to perforate. The endless void of being turned off, powered down, not knowing if they had the knowledge to keep you alive. Begging. Pleading. Crying. You could handle a little fire. If that didn’t take you out, you were sure Valentina had something else waiting for you. A lab, a mad scientist. Another nameless face ready to dissect. 

Serum runs through their bloodstreams, the good stuff and the knock-off. Others are skilled all on their own, forced to perform through Red Dust. Instability: the kind that’s painful, agonizing, the very thing that makes her powerful. But you? You’re an abomination. An offense against God. You used to be whole. All flesh and bone, meat and gore. If they cut you open, you were human. You had proof of that. Now the word feels mocking. Unrecognizable, at first, of course. They perfected your outer form. The synthetic skin, the hair that “grows” from your scalp. They added unnecessary touches: moles and freckles and hyperpigmentation where it would normally be. Where it should have been, originally. But take a closer look, and they’d realize it’s all an illusion. No pulse, just the faintest buzzing when the room gets quiet enough. An edge to your voice that, when broken, screeches, harmonizing a thousand sounds every time you open your mouth. You’ve done what you could, but it always comes back if you’re not careful. High maintenance. The eyeball they replaced catches the light just right and it turns a screaming sort of red. No smell. No body odor. You wash, you bathe, but only out of habit. Comfort rather than necessity.

John was the first to catch it. Try all you want, there’s always a dead giveaway. Perhaps the flatness of your voice when you switch from your mother tongue. Learned from a computer, something cold and not quite alive. Perhaps it was the way you caught the shield. Muscles move a certain way. What you’re made of does not flex, it does not strain, it merely is. You do things without the fear of pain. Without repercussions. Perhaps it's the stillness of your chest. You had lungs, you used to breathe, exhale and inhale. Long ago, they found a way to eliminate that part of you. Now you don’t have to partake in something so barbaric. Suspicious, he stared at you. You make people uneasy. You tilted your head, dog-like, as if insisting him to say something. Anything. But you had more pressing matters. Calm in the face of it all. You have known death, you have been killed more times than you can remember, you are not afraid anymore. It is almost welcomed. The only constant. He watched you carefully, but without comment. It didn’t matter. You showed what you were, what you were capable of. When she called you by name it clicked. Machine and man infected by one another. She laughed as you struggled against The Sentry, your innards exposed. No longer ashamed, you feel for yourself, but all that’s left is a painless gash. A wound exposing something foreign, something they cannot take their eyes off. A hole, in his fist a tangle of wires, of metal, and something you think is reminiscent of tissue.

You crawled away, joining your counterparts in defeat, cursing them in your native language. 

Hostility between you and him. What you are is unnatural. He avoids you as if it is contagious. The others are kinder. Curious, Alexei, his questions border on invasive, something you’ve grown accustomed to. Better than the poking and prodding. Watching you work on placing the parts back together. In awe. In fear. In disgust. Bucky, in understanding. A terrible kind. There are things you cannot escape, so human, so mortal, it sickens you. Changing the radio station in the car when the tune, the song, is terrible. On your knees, hands clasped, reciting verses. Asking for forgiveness for the things you have done and things done to you, for an afterlife you know you have not earned, something you are no longer worthy of. Preparing meals a mother and father once made, lifetimes ago, that taste vaguely familiar. Nightmares of the days before, the long hours left hanging in a dark laboratory, forced back to life when you were begging to die. Escaping your bed for somewhere small, compact, humming hymns to yourself until you can calm down. Reciting the names of the people you knew, those in the program with you who did not share your same fate. The ones you loved, lost, the ones who granted you more time on this Earth. 

Mostly artificial, and yet you lie awake at night going through what you remember, what you cannot forget, as if doing so will absolve you of your sins. As if doing so will make the deaths, dozens upon dozens, justified. It’s all you knew, all you were good at. The person you were before all of this, the child, the life you lead, you could never go back to. You were something else. Not just different, but wrong. So, you fell into a habit. Turned off the parts of you that screamed back it was wrong. Kill without thought. Get paid. Move on. She loved you, Valentina. Adored you. Knew little of your past, enough to hold it over your head. You waste time in meetings, in conferences, answering idiotic questions of the public. You wash the dishes and fold laundry, mundane things you would have enjoyed in another life, things that would have seemed important. Crucial, even. You tinker with yourself while they sleep, talk to Bob who is fascinated by your intricacies. It is not the life you envisioned, not the kind of future you imagined, but you never pictured any kind of future. There was too much pain, you wanted to get through the moments, the seconds. Everyone who ever hurt you was dead. You made sure of it. This cushy life, this room you called your own, with people who tolerated you, it could be enough. Right? If not, you could always run. Hide. Escape. For now, though, you followed orders. You are obliged by the rules. You picked on John, still too nervous to get too close. You shared stories with Yelena of the dark days and asked for Ava’s input. You did as you were told. 

 Just like everyone always wanted.

[xynczachrome]

"I'll go talk to them." Kai said as he walked past them, chasing after the ongoing mystery in their little family.

"So this is where you've been hiding lately." He couldn't help but comment as soon as he reached the roof of the abandoned building that that Xync had taken refuge on. He vaguely remembered Lloyd mentioned it in the passing before.

"Is there something you require of me?" Xync's quiet voice broke through his thoughts as he walked up to the 'Eternal Observer of Ninjago'.

At least that's what Wu called her.

He still find it a bit ridiculous that he somehow lived that long but he supposed he had seen some weirder things ever since he had take on the mantle of a ninja.

"Just wanted to check up on you." He spoke as he watched over the breathtaking scenery of the night city before them, "So what's all that about earlier?"

"If it's because your partner, you know you don't have to do anything." Xync commented, causing him to become flustered.

"Cole isn't my partner!"

"Did I say it's him?" Xync pointed out as he looked up at the ninja who was red in the face. Her eye seemed to be able to see right through him that it made the fire ninja question what kind of expression they were actually making.

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" Kai huffed before taking a seat next to him, "And you're avoiding my question."

"..." Xync stayed quiet for a moment, looking back at the city of stars.

"It's just.." He started, she seemed to taking a lot of pauses as if thinking about what she was trying to say, "Overwhelming, I supposed."

"Just a few weeks ago, I was asking him to take me away with him and now... I'm the only one here in this new modern world with all these new technology." Xync looked down at her hand, seeing no scars or calluses due to her perpetual healing factor.

Kai watched over them, seeing the exhaustion of eternity on those shoulders and couldn't help but see a glimpse of Lloyd in him.

Before realizing it, his hand had already reached over to give her a pet on the head. Although he can't quite see her expression, he had a feeling she was surprised by the gesture. He was surprised himself.

"...You know I'm way older than you, right?" She questioned but didn''t slipped away from the offending hand.

"Ah- right. Sorry, it was a habit." Kai pulled his hand away and sat there awkwardly, "I just sometimes do that whenever Lloyd or Nya gets sad."

Kai could see that Xync was looking over at him before letting out a sigh, "You're just like Pyr."

"Pyr?" Kai blinked before turning to look at him.

"Your predecessor, the First Master of Fire." She revealed, lifting up a hand to let particles of light dance around before turning what seems like a person.

First master of Fire, he assumed.

"Pyr, Nyad, Bing Yu, Terra, Zen.. You all act like them, Especially Lloyd. He looked and acted just like Him." He whispered as more figures appeared in the form of light particles, "I thought I was back in the past with them and everyone."

"But then reality revealed itself." Xync's usually soft voice seemed to have taken an edge as she scattered the figures into the air, "And everyone's gone."

Kai couldn't help but pity this person who seemed so lost in this new world. He could sympathize that it must be overwhelming for her.

He was overwhelmed too when he first learn about the whole ninja thing.

"Well, maybe not everyone." He realized, unable to stop himself from flinching when he saw her looked over at him with such sharpness in her eye.

"What do you mean?" His voice now sounded guarded as their single uncovered eye seemed to be seeking some answers in Kai's.

"Well, how about Mystake? Wu said that she's been around longer than him." He offered, wondering if it was a bad idea to mention when she's already grieving over the loss of pretty much everyone she knew.

Damn it, Kai, why did you have to open your big mouth-

"Or maybe you know what? Forget about it- I'm probably just being ridi-"

"She's alive..?" Xync's quiet whisper seemed to managed to interrupt his panicking ramble before he couldn't help but look at them.

"Uh.. what?"