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prythiansprincess · 2 years ago

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kiss with a fist | chapter one.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: kiss with a fist - florence and the machine.

author's note: i'm so excited to share this series with everyone. this was literally meant to be a one shot fic but i have no self control therefore it spiraled into a whole series. without further ado, please enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think 🤎

Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.

Intelligence, knowledge, wisdom. These were the traits that Ravenclaws valued most, but if the founder of your house could see you now, Rowena Ravenclaw would probably roll over in her grave.

Because there was nothing smart about falling in love with Theodore Nott.

In fact, it might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever done in your entire life.

So why did it feel so bloody exhilarating?

To understand your descent into madness, it was prudent to trace the events back to point zero.

It was a rainy September afternoon, unusually dreary even for the Scottish Highlands. The first week of your return to Hogwarts had been chaotic to say the least. Between performing your prefect duties by showing the first years around the castle and dealing with the clueless third year that accidentally set off Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs in the Great Hall, you were absolutely knackered by the time Friday rolled around.

Unfortunately, you had no time to rest. Even though the term just started, you were already spending much of your nights studying until your eyes felt like they were going to fall out of your skull. Tonight, you were in the potions laboratory tackling a particularly stubborn advanced draught. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t figure it out.

You dropped a sprig of wormwood into the cauldron and stirred counterclockwise then clockwise, just like the recipe instructed. The concoction bubbled to the surface. Holding your breath, you peered into the mixture with hope that this try would finally turn out successful. The potion turned a vibrant magenta color before exploding all over the front of your uniform.

Sadly, this was the closest you’d come to brewing the Angel’s Trumpet Draught. You sighed, wiping down your tie with a washcloth. It did nothing except make the mess worse. What you needed was a good old fashioned soak.

Luckily, you had access to the prefect’s bathroom on the fifth floor. During this time of night, it would be gloriously empty. Giving you the perfect opportunity to wallow in bubbles and self pity.

The trek from the dungeons to the fifth floor was fortunately uneventful. The hallways were dark and quiet, allowing you to slink off to the bathroom in peace. With a whisper of pine fresh, the pearly gates opened.

You turned on the faucets, setting the temperature just below boiling and dispensing herbs and fragrances into the tub. When you were finally satisfied, you quickly discarded your soiled clothes and eagerly stepped into the warm bath. The scent of rosewater and pink himalayan salt instantly relaxed you.

You sighed deeply, leaning against the marble tile and closing your eyes. This was definitely not the way you thought seventh year would go. Your last year at Hogwarts was supposed to be the highlight of your academic career. While your housemates fretted and fussed over quidditch games and blood moon balls, you refused to take your eyes off the prize.

Ever the diligent student, you had no interest in extracurriculars unless it brought you closer to your dream of becoming an accomplished potions master, which would hopefully catch the eye of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. Joining the prestigious group was a dream that you had been working towards since first year. Blood, sweat, and tears had gone towards achieving this goal, especially during your most recent break.

You spent the entire holiday interning at the Brewery, attending lectures at the Magical Division of the University of Oxford, and you had not only completed the assigned reading for your Advanced Potions class, but Professor Slughorn’s personal recommendations as well. All of that hard work should have placed you ahead of the curve, but your class rank remained the same as always.

Second.

Not first.

Never first.

No, that spot belonged to that rich infuriating smartass pureblooded motherfu—

“Theodore Nott,” you said, lacing your voice with as much venom as you could muster.

Between the pale moonstone pillars stood the source of your academic anguish. Theodore was dripping sweat, his green and silver quidditch jersey covered in mud and grime. The prefect badge pinned to his robe was barely visible, more brown than silver. His curly brown hair fell erratically across his cheekbones as he brushed a stray strand away to squint in the faint light.

The side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk when he recognized you. “You know, most people just call me Theo.” His gaze lingered on your form, which was barely covered by pink suds. “Especially those who know me rather intimately.”

You flushed in response. Amusement danced in his watercolor eyes, which seemed brighter now thanks to his sun kissed complexion. Knowing Nott, he probably spent his summer laying out in the Italian sun while attractive witches fed him grapes by hand. You didn’t get a tan like that from holing up in the English countryside with nothing but a boiling cauldron and a dusty textbook for company. He didn’t even have the audacity to pretend like he was worried about his class ranking. The bastard.

“Every rule has its exception, Theodore,” you gritted out. “Now get the fuck out.”

He cocked his head, sending a mass of wavy brown locks to spill to one side. “You’re right. Most people don’t usually say my name like it’s an unforgivable, but I guess you’re special in that way, diavolina mia.”

Little devil, Nott's idea of a fond nickname, irritated you to no end. Your annoyance only made him use it more. Gods, what a wanker.

“Are you deaf or just thick? This bathroom is occupied,” you huffed, sinking lower into the bubbles. “Leave before I scream bloody murder.”

Theo smirked. “Oh, I guarantee you’ll be screaming.” He kicked his shoes off, leaving them in a messy pile beside your own neatly arranged boots. “Though the only thing I’ll be murdering is that pu—”

The glare you sent his way would have sent lesser men running for the Forbidden Forest. “I’m serious, Nott. I’ve had a terrible fucking day and I am not giving up the bath.”

“Neither am I,” he countered. “Practice was brutal. I ate shit on the pitch and all I want to do is to reap my prefect benefits via bubble bath. I’m afraid you’re just going to have to learn how to share, sweetheart.”

You watched in stunned silence as he peeled off his jersey. The moonlight streamed through the glass stained windows, painting him in a surreal sort of light. There was no ounce of shame to be found in Theodore Nott as he stripped off his trousers and stood stark naked in the middle of the bathroom.

Look away, you thought. Look the fuck away now.

But like a moth to a flame, you found yourself horribly drawn to the cocky, arrogant, son of a bludger. His tall frame cut an imposing figure in the dark as slivers of moonlight danced across his ridiculously toned chest and well-defined abs. He was neither brawny nor scrawny, but somewhere in the middle, which unfortunately happened to be your sweet spot.

To make matters worse, the smug prick seemed perfectly aware of your ogling. You could’ve sworn Theo flexed as he stalked towards you. Unlike most boys his age, he wasn’t awkward or bumbling. Theo was confident in his body. Too confident.

You sighed. “Can you at least attempt to be decent?”

“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”

As if you needed a reminder of this ongoing tryst between you. Theo waded to your side, leaning his head back as the warm water sloshed around him. His eyes fluttered close, those thick lashes of his kissing the top of his cheekbones. Water trickled down his collarbone and you had to fight the urge to lean over and lick it off.

“I told you, last time was—“

“The last time,” Theo finished. “I’m perfectly aware, principessa. You say it every time.”

“I mean it this time.”

He cocked his head, flashing those hypnotizing eyes at you. “Oh?” Theo drawled slowly, reaching out to brush a wayward lock of hair that had escaped from your braid. “Did my poor little Ravenclaw finally find the courage to say no to the big bad Slytherin?”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his lips against your throat. “Fuck,” you whispered.

“Go on then, love,” Theo hummed against your skin. He kissed the sensitive spot beneath your earlobe, making you involuntarily arch into him. Slender fingers wrapped around the base of your throat, holding you in place. “Tell me what you want, diavolina.”

You sighed in defeat. “Stop being an asshole and kiss me, Nott.”

Theo grabbed the back of your head and crashed his lips against yours like a man starved. After months of going without, you came to the horrid realization that you craved this as much as he did. You crawled into his lap, straddling him as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

I am a stupid girl, you thought. A stupid, horny girl who had no business snogging Theodore Nott.

One, you were bitter rivals. Two, Theo awakened a dangerous side of you that defied all logic. This whole fucked up situation started because of your lapse of judgment last winter. As always, Theo had said or done something to annoy you during class and in return you hexed his drink to taste like dragon dung. He retched for a week straight. Somehow Snape found out that you were to blame and placed both of you in detention.

One thing led to another in the potions classroom and you ended up with your skirt around your waist and Theo’s head between your legs. You quickly resolved that the only way to shut him up was to keep him occupied and occupied he was. Ever since then, the two of you had been at it like rabbits.

You thought that you would leave all of it behind in sixth year, but barely a week into this term and you were already repeating the pattern.

“I’ve been thinking about this all summer,” Theo groaned into your mouth.

“That’s cute, Nott,” you responded sarcastically. “Miss me over the holidays, did you?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about this too. You’ve been testier than a Hungarian Horntail since the minute you got off the platform. I could tell that you haven’t been properly fucked since our little impromptu goodbye in the broom closet last spring.”

“You’re absolutely repulsing.”

He smirked. “Then why are you pulling me closer?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

“You could say please.”

“I could,” you said with a shrug before gripping his cock and lining him up at your entrance. Theo groaned as you sank down into him with a satisfied little smirk. “But I won’t.”

The moan that came out of his mouth barely sounded human. “Fuck,” he said, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “How do you always feel so fucking good?”

You knew what he meant. As much as you hated to admit it, Theo was right. You hadn’t gotten properly laid since your last tryst. There had been other boys this summer, but none of them made you feel like this. Because sex with Theo wasn’t just sex. It was warfare. You fucked like you both had something to prove.

Even now, as you grinded your hips against him, Theo thrusted upwards with equal force like you were competing for the bloody house cup. You ran your fingers through his hair, frowning a little.

“What?” Theo asked.

“Did you cut your hair?”

He grinned as he trailed kisses along your jaw. “You don’t like it?”

“Less to hold onto.”

“Don’t worry dolcezza,” Theo chuckled darkly. He squeezed your thighs and pressed you against him roughly. “I’ll make sure to hold on tight for the both of us.”

You hummed in agreement before sinking down again, setting a steady rhythm as you rode him with reckless abandon. For someone who valued logic, every ounce of common sense you possessed went out the window when it came to this infuriating boy.

Maybe you were a masochist. But as Theo thrust sharply into you, the stupid little voice in your head said that you didn’t really mind the pain.

You moaned as Theo tilted your chin, capturing your lips with his. It was a clash of tongue and teeth as you fought for dominance, putting your bodies to the test. He knew exactly what buttons to press, which sensitive spots to hit, how to challenge you physically and mentally.

“Gods, right there.” You whimpered, digging your fingernails into his back. Theo’s hypnotizing eyes snapped to yours, piercing through every layer until you felt even more bare than you already were. “Don’t fucking stop, please.”

He smirked. “So you do have bedside manner after all.”

“Not for you,” you said as you grinded down hard, making Theo bite into your shoulder.

“Salazar fucking save me,” he grunted.

“Your founder can’t save you now, Nott.”

“Cruel, ruthless woman.” Theo looked up at you like he was praying to the stars. His movements stilled as your gazes collided. “Tell me you missed this. Tell me that no one else makes you feel like this.”

You whined at the loss of friction. “You’ve picked a shit time to get all sentimental on me, Nott.”

“It’s not sentiment, it’s the truth,” Theo declared, thrusting lazily. “And I want to hear you say it.”

“Why?”

“Call it curiosity,” he said casually. “I want to know if I measure up to the boys back in Oxford.”

Not even close, you thought. But you were not about to admit that out loud.

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”

Theo chuckled before sinking his teeth into your neck. “But I’m not a cat, little bird. I’m a snake and I’m coiled around you ready to strike if you say the word.”

You shivered slightly. This constant back and forth, all the bickering and banter, was just you and Theo’s sick and twisted version of foreplay. Gods, you fucking missed it.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “Theodore Nott, you are an infuriating little shit but you fuck like an absolute demon. I missed sneaking around with you in the broom closet, the charms classroom, the astronomy tower, and wherever else we managed to defile in this bloody castle. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The shiteating grin on his face almost made you want to take it all back, but then he flipped you over, laying you down on the cold marble tile and staring at you with so much lust in his eyes that you felt the depths of his desire in your core. He crawled over you, water trickling down his tanned skin.

“Close enough,” he remarked before hiking your leg over his shoulder and burying himself so deep that you clawed the edge of the tub to keep yourself from slipping.

The rest of it was a blur of skin on skin as Theo unleashed himself on you. His mouth, his fingers, his cock were all just tools of seduction that he wielded with lethal precision.

The pleasure washed over you in waves, crashing again and again as he made you cum not once, not twice, but a total of three times. By the time he reached his peak, you were so exhausted that the two of you collapsed in the dark.

You laid side by side, staring up at the domed glass ceiling in stunned silence. After a moment, Theo turned over to face you.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Did I manage to knock that stick out of your arse?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing off the tile. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“I’m kidding. I’m good, but I’m not that good,” Theo teased, following closely behind as you put your clothes back on. He eyed the bright magenta stain on the front of your uniform. “What happened there? Did you murder some poor unsuspecting pygmy puff?”

“No, but I did a number on the potions lab,” you lamented with a sigh. “That stupid Angel’s Trumpet Draught is bloody impossible to brew.”

“That old thing?” Theo asked, pulling out a fresh set of clothes from his quidditch bag. “I finished it ages ago.”

You gaped, nearly tumbling over your own skirt. “How? I followed the recipe word for word and this disastrous stain was all I managed to achieve.”

“Sometimes you have to go off the book,” he replied. “Experiment a little.”

“No thanks, I’d rather keep all my limbs intact.”

“I think you’re doing a rather splendid job of endangering yourself all on your own,” Theo said sarcastically. He cocked his head as you slipped on your boots. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll show you how to brew the draught in exchange for a favor.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “What kind of favor?”

“That’s for me to decide and for you to accept.”

“I’d rather not give an egomaniac a nuclear advantage.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Do you want my help or not, diavolina?”

“Fine,” you said with a sigh. “But only because I’m desperate.”

“Words every bloke is dying to hear.”

Without a word, he tossed a mass of balled up fabric in your direction. “What’s this?”

“A jumper, an article of clothing generally worn to retain warmth in colder climates,” Theo deadpanned.

“I know what a jumper is, you tosser. Why are you giving it to me?”

“Because, you’ll get a cold walking around like that,” Theo explained with a longsuffering sigh as though you were a clueless first year. The corners of his mouth quirked up. “Plus, I can see your nipples through your blouse and as much as I enjoy the view, I doubt that flashing Filch is at the top of your bucket list.”

“You truly are appalling,” you replied, shrugging the slightly faded jumper on. The thing was so worn that you couldn’t even make out the inscription on the front. The fabric swallowed you whole, skimming the top of your thighs. It also smelled like sea salt and smoke and boy. One boy in particular.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He grinned, showing off those stupid little dimples of his. “Meet me in the potions lab tomorrow. Eight o’clock sharp, just like old times. And bring a muffin.”

“For the draught?’

“No, for me.” Theo said, holding the door open. “I’ll need motivation if I’m spending my Saturday morning with you.”

You slipped into the hallway and flipped him the bird. His laughter followed you in the dark like an annoying shadow.

“See you tomorrow, my little pygmy puff!”

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loganwritesprobably · 4 months ago

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Doflamingo NSFW Headcanons

Just a little something

His preferences depend on the gender of his partner. He wants to dom and top fem partners, but he can switch/verse for masc partners

Length > thickness, 14"/35.5cm, cut

Praise alone isn't his thing at all, when it comes to giving, but he loves to use it in combination with degrading words "precious slut", "pretty whore", "perfect hole", etc

He likes bondage in most forms but he prefers using his strings by a mile

His tongue does the craziest things, and if there's a size difference he quite enjoys shoving it in his partners mouth to suffocate them a little

He has a few things he likes, like clothed sex and shibari, that he almost never does purely because it takes so long, and he wants now, so he doesn't want to wait the time it takes to get there

He's demanding no matter his position, but he's a whiny bottom

He's definitely pierced, several frenum ladder piercings, and large enough balls that his partner can feel each one enter them if he's on top

Aphrodisiacs and intoxication >> give up your autonomy to him, you'll probably regret it but he'll have fun

His hands are huge, and he'll use them for all sorts of devious things. Choking, fingerings, pinching, pulling, poking - if it causes pleasure or pain (or both) he's going to do it, and then do it again with his mouth

Loves it when his partner is smaller, if he's topping, hr wants to see the imprint of his dick inside them, to be able to see the bulge of it in their stomach

A lot of his kinks are less about the kink and more about control and ownership. He wants to own his partner in every sense

The more he looks like he's been in a fight post sex, the happier he is with the fuck

Kink tier list

S tier kinks - absolutely, all day every day

Flogging/whipping, face slapping, spanking, bondage, dirty talk, impact play, blood play, scratching, breeding, breath play, master/slave, immobilisation, humiliation, biting, hair pulling, size difference, overstimulation, orgasm denial, free use, crying, edging, cock warming, deep throating, stomach bulging, licking, degradation, spitting, begging, choking

A tier kinks - definitely yes, just not quite S

Branding, sounding, CBT, sadomasochism, breast/nipple torture, fangs/teeth, pain play, blood as lube, fisting, knife play, pet play, collar & leash, CNC, exhibitionism, aphrodisiacs, cuffs, face fucking, bukkake, tit fucking, virginity loss, lingerie, intoxication, inflation

B tier kinks - sure, sometimes

Auctions, gunplay, lactophilia, chains, gangbang, omorashi, nipple clamps, glory hole, cuckolding, boot worship, public sex, primal, fuck machine, mirror sex, filming, face sitting, rimming

C tier kinks - he's not against it just meh

Feederism, watersports, pregnancy, temperature play, clothed sex, shibari, praise

D tier kinks - less into it, won't say no

Swinging, feet, armpits, menstrual sex

E tier kinks - would prefer not to

Medical play

F tier kinks - no

Aftercare, mommy/daddy kink

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lullabyes22-blog · 6 months ago

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Snippet - Off the Hook - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Soul-bonds aren't all they're cracked up to be...

tw: body horror, mentions of convalescence

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

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It wasn't something she could confide in anyone. Not to Singed, who was there every evening, with his icky potions and ickier smiles. To him, she was J17: a collection of warm, pliable parts with a fascinating gooey center. His eyes, always looking for a place to cut the incision and dig in.

And not even Silco's implacable hand, clamping his bony shoulder, could pry Singed's hungry stare off her.

She was a science-fair, waiting to happen.

It wasn't something she could confide in Viktor, either. Even though he was there nearly as often as Singed. Always looking at her too. But so sweet, so solicitous, and so, so scared because of what they'd done—what he'd done—that Jinx couldn't stand it.

They'd had so much fun working together—two gears in a perfectly synchronized machine. But after the Change, the synchronicity was soul-deep. Infusion, exfusion; blood, bone; bile, brains. He felt everything Jinx felt. Hurt everywhere Jinx hurt. He knew her insides better than anyone in Zaun.

And he couldn't stand it.

Not because of Jinx's big-eyed, freckle-faced youth—though Jinx knew it was a huge factor—but because Viktor couldn't stand himself. His shame was a sub rosa scent, and it soured even the smallest joys, like Jinx showing off her gnarly stitches or sticking little paper hats on her finger stubs or doing a wickedly accurate impression of Singed when he brandished the catheter—"Tsk, tsk, it only hurts a teeny bit."

Viktor had a thing for guilt, the way Jinx had a thing for guns. And though the Change had knitted them closer—fused them into the same spiritual superstructure—the truth was they had a better dynamic apart.

He had his machines and his monomania to take him away from it all. Jinx had her monstrosity, and the madness of knowing what it meant.

And though he'd sit for hours and hold her mangled hand—even kiss it, if she pouted extra pitifully—he was too careful, like she was made of cracked porcelain. His guilt insulated their connection. And though he was attuned to her pain, it was a reminder of those parts of himself he'd rather leave behind.

The Change had altered him too. Made him a different man from the Viktor of yesteryear.

He sought the very perfection Jinx dreaded.

A final destination; a final breath.

A be-all and end-all.

It was something else Jinx couldn't mention. So she let him off the hook in simpler ways. Most evenings, she'd let him make himself useful.

It was a cinch. Viktor had a thing for atonement too. He'd bend over backwards to remedy what he'd ruined. He made so many small improvements to Jinx's room. A bedside monitor, a gooseneck reading lamp, an ergonomic pillow, a massaging mattress topper, a heating pad, a white-noise machine, an aromatherapy diffuser, an extra-foamy skin lotion, an extra-frothy bidet.

(That's a thingamajig that washes your nethers, for the yobs.)

He also designed a pair of cybernetic prosthetics for her missing fingers. They were aces: composed of ultra-durable alloy that was 99.9% waterproof and 99.99% airtight, with an extra layer of ultra-fine nanomesh for maximum flexibility. It even had an integrated shock absorber for extra comfort.

Each digit had an advanced microcontroller. At a touch, they processed pressure, temperature, and humidity, so she could adjust the grip strength of her prosthetics on the fly. And to top it off, he added a nifty laser targeting system similar to his own robotic arm. The laser was controlled through an intuitive haptic interface, allowing Jinx to literally shoot finger-guns at her enemies.

A one-of-a-kind masterpiece. The perfect booby-trap for the ultimate prankster.

He even painted them her favorite colors. Pink and blue, in candy-cane stripes.

The prosthetics looked amazing. They also felt... weird. Viktor had added an extra layer of neural networking to the digits. They never spazzed, or shortcircuited or stopped mid-task. But the fusion between metal and meat wasn't a straight line. It was a spiral staircase, going down, down, down.

It gave Jinx vertigo. It gave her the chills.

Perfect symbiosis wasn't the same as the real deal. Flesh that was warm. Nails that cracked. Skin that bled. Her brain liked those fingers. They were grubby, grimy, grabby. But they were part of the whole.

Part of Jinx.

She couldn't tell Viktor that, either. For a Tinman, Viktor was unbearably sensitive. And Jinx, in her new state of hyperempathy, sensed how the act of soothing her physical ills soothed Viktor's psychic ones.

So she'd lay in bed and languish in agony—"They hurt they hurt they HURT!"—and let him fidget and fixate and fuss. His own augmented joints moved faster than ever, zipping everywhere with unsettling smoothness. He'd teach her how to flex the digits using his own Hex-claw: a show of stealthy shadow-puppetry and high-swooping panache. Whenever Jinx got it right, he'd crack his one and only smile: a reflexive curl of lips that never quite crossed into mirth, but was unrecognizable as anything else. He'd work out the rest of her too, if she asked: moving her, turning her, positioning her. If she needed her legs massaged, her neck cricked, her spine realigned, he did so with alacrity. Ditto if she needed her nails trimmed, her skin exfoliated, her eyebrows tweezed.

He'd even brushed her teeth once, which had been weird but also weirdly... erotic? He was so methodical. He worked the brush in a repetitive, almost hypnotic rhythm: back and forth, up and down. Twenty-five even strokes on the upper and lower teeth, fifteen strokes on the inside, and another ten to get all that gunk between her gums.

The sensation made Jinx's lips tingle and her tongue buzz. Her giggles throughout the operation were pure helium for his ego. He had no idea that by letting him help her, she was helping him help himself.

He had a lot of pain, too. And a lifetime's practice at denying it.

But Viktor could not deny her.

After the Change, he'd left off his stilted silences and terse civility. He'd stopped being curt. Stopped talking to her, too, like she was an unhinged brat with too many explosives and too little common sense.

Slowly, inexorably, he let slip the natural reserve that kept the world out—and kept his real self locked in.

His best self.

He showed it to Jinx in slices. He had a lovely reading voice. Jinx was a rotten reader—she had too many thoughts to follow any plot. But she could listen, if she concentrated really, really hard. Viktor was good at keeping her engaged. He had a soft, deep voice that was easy on the earholes. Its rhythm reminded Jinx of the sanding wheel in Silco's steelmill: slow, steady, precise. The Drekkengate accent had a lovely, lulling quality that put her right to sleep the way Mommy's lullabies used to.

And he could be funny. He had a wit that would've been dry as desert sand, except it was so painfully sincere you'd think he'd bled himself out to harvest every ounce. He'd tell her stories from his past. About the Academy. About Heimerdinger. About Talis.

They weren't always happy stories. But there was an honesty to them that Jinx—the trickster—couldn't help but covet as her own.

He told her about Sky.

Jinx listened, though the Change made his pain her pain. Made his guilt her guilt. Made her want to crawl out of her skin and set the rest of herself on fire.

Because she'd given him her pain, too. Like a present wrapped in pink foil, the edges of her psyche peeled off for his perusal. And he, Vik the Voracious, had eaten it raw. Everything—her childhood hurts, Mylo, Claggor and Vi, the Cannery, Vander in the burning alley, and most agonizing of all: Silco—Viktor had swallowed, and never spat out.

He kept the hurt. He held it for her. Same way Jinx held his own. They were a perfect circle: a circle of suffering. The snake eating its tail.

And the only way they'd ever find completion was to cut the circle in two.

Jinx couldn’t say that, either. So, on the nights when the circle closed too tight, a feedback loop of ow-ow-OW, Jinx would fake cataleptic fatigue, and send Viktor packing. It hurt her. It hurt him too. But the short nights apart, away from her spooks and his shadows, kept the circle from strangling them both.

Gave them each space to breathe.

Anyway, Viktor was Zaun's premier Machinist. He always had somewhere to be. A higher plane to ascend. One foot in the workshop; the other, in eternity.

Jinx knew he was busy with the post-disaster salvage effort. He was rebuilding the collapsed mining rig in the Deadlands; rebuilding the jellified bodies of the victims.

Rebuilding Zaun, one screw at a time.

And he was rebuilding himself along the way: reworking every foible; excising every flaw.

He'd finish it, too. Even if it killed him.

He was already a third gone: one arm, half a leg, a lung, three vertebrae's worth of spine. The augmentations were subtle; only someone as savvy as Jinx could spot the difference. But every replacement cost a pound of flesh. His body wasn't metamorphosing. It was nosediving, and Viktor had his hands all over the mothership's controls. Pulling levers. Pushing buttons. Steering the ship towards its final destination.

Not perfection.

Death.

Whereas Jinx was everywhere and nowhere at once. Trapped, as only perfection can trap.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #silco #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane viktor #viktor #arcane singed #singed #jinx and viktor #vinx science bros #jinxtor

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wangxianficfinder · 9 months ago

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Fic Finder

Sep 26th

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1. Hi good evening, I'm looking for a wangxian fanfic, where yu ziyuan was Jin guangshan's concubine, if not You already found it, on an old list, and I would love to read it again @glass-madness

FOUND? OOC! by -niehuaisang

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2. Hi there! I've been trying to find this fic to re-read for a while now and I'm hoping that someone else recognizes it (and that it's not deleted!)

I believe it was in the "LWJ marries the Yiling Patriarch" category and there was a Yiling Wei sect or something similar (although it's been a very long time and I don't recall anyone else actually being in the sect so I could be wrong on either/both counts). WWX often went back and forth between the Burial Mounds and Baoshan Sanren's mountain via portal (?) as they were trying to cure Lan Yi of her spiritual malady (?). Last I still remember it was a WIP, and one of the little details that sticks in my mind was that BSSR had gotten WWX doing decorative knotwork to keep his hands busy, so the palace had incredibly intricate pieces, like, everywhere, and he often gifted it to people.

Hopefully that sounds familiar to someone; thank you for all you do! @tevokkia

2 check #17 on this old post, it also mentions knotwork and BSSR and might be what you're looking for

FOUND? 💖🔒love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

FOUND? inevitable everything by isabilightwood (E, 193k, WangXian, WQ/MM, JYL/JZX, BSSR/LY, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, but WWX is BSSR's disciple/adoptive grandson too, the cultivation sects think this is a, War Prize AU, it's actually self-arranged marriage, Arranged Marriage, yin iron shenanigans, LWJ Has Friends, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, LWJ Has a YLLZ Kink, Switch WangXian, BDSM, Submissive LWJ, Dominant WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, magical illness of a side character (who will get better), Rope Bondage, Impact Play, Rimming, Bottom LWJ, Temperature Play, Face-Fucking, Breathplay, (talisman-based breathplay to be specific), Cock Warming, Public Scene, no one gets naked in public this is the sense of WWX invents the, Remote Controlled Vibrator, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Blindfolds, one qingmian smut scene with oral and fingering, Minor Character Death, All Sex Scenes Are Skippable!)

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3. Hello! I’m looking for a short fic w 1-3 chapters where there’s canon divergence bc wwx was really pretty due to his dad. I remember in it, when jfm brings him back to the lotus pier, yzy actually denies any rumors of a possible affair bc he looks so much like wcz

I also remeber in it wwx uses his beauty to stop wrh from going into a qi deviation and stops the sun shot campaign as a result

FOUND! The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son) by meyari (T, 4k, WangXian, attempted child molestation (discussed), sexual assault (awareness of the possibility, it doesn't happen ever, beauty as a tool, Smart WWX, Protective JYL, Protective JC, Good Parent JFM, Protective YZY, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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4. Hi, can you please help me find this fic. It’s a modern au where lan zhan and Wei Ying are soulmates. Wei Ying finds out because he saw a painting of Han Guang Jun and thinks his soulmate is dead. He starts to work in the museum operated by xiao xingchen or song lan where they collect stuff that belongs to Han Guang Jun and Yiling Laozu. At the end turns out lan zhan also went to the museum and they kept missing each other because they went at different timings. Thankssss @marshmallowbeats

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5. Hi! I'm looking for a wangxian omegaverse ao3 fic. It's in a futuristic cyber/tech setting where people have machine implants in their bodies. From what I remember the synopsis goes like this: Wei Ying was travelling from one planet to another with a baby a-yuan, his implants fail and Lan Zhan finds them. LZ takes them in and mistakes a-yuan as his biological son with WY. Some other details like the yin tiger seal being an AI and WY having dirt on the Jins. Thank you very much!!!!! @mithesimmer

FOUND? I'll buy you the moon (I'll buy you two) by Thesaurus_with_no_words (E, 27k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Space, Rebels, Space Opera, On the Run, Promoted To Parent, Robots, Androids, Mechs, Battle Mechs, Hurt/Comfort, Technopathy, Willful and Deliberate Baby and Wife Acquisition, Porn With Plot, Mpreg)

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6. hello! idk if this site is still active, but im looking for a mdzs time travel fic where wwx returned during cloud recesses study era. there was a scene where he slits his throat because he thinks its better if he just dies (everyone worries about him including madam yu)

FOUND? 💖 (Un)Hidden truth by Sarah_R (M, 291k, wangxian, major character death, time travel, characters watching their show, suicide attempt, panic attacks, self-harm, nightmares, hurt/comfort, angst, WIP)

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7. looking for a fic modern au established relationship one shot wangxian where lwj gets appendicitis (i think it was that, it was some kind of pain he had to have a procedure for) and he like wakes wwx up next to him so that he can go to the hospital and wwx feels worried/guilty/stressed bc he didn’t notice and lwj didn’t say anything can’t remember the name ! @willesnelson

FOUND? The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad (Valentine’s) Day by GhostySword, Two4Joy (T, 7k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Modern, Established Relationship, Sickfic, Valentine's Day, Hospitalization, Meet the Family, LWJ's Rabbit Children)

FOUND? like bunnies by idleorbitals (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst)

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8. Hello! I had to switch phones and lost all my fanfic open tabs, and I'm trying to remember the names of all of them. One I cannot recall for the life of me was a WIP with only one chapter where during the Burial Mounds Siege Wei Wuxian was basically sort of rescued by Lan Wangji but then put to trial by the cultivation sects and he agreed to be imprisioned as long as they guaranteed A-Yuan's safety. I remember it being a sort of Madam Lan situation, or something. Can you help me?

FOUND? 在魔鬼的房间门口 | at the devil's room doorstep by thehundrethpoet (M, 22k, WIP, LSZ & WWX, JC & JL & WWX & LSZ, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ & WWX, WWX survives the First Siege of the Burial Mounds, But at what cost?, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, WWX Adopts LSZ, WSZ Supremacy: a manifesto in various poorly written fics, XY will have no rights here, JGY also has no rights here, Child LSZ, the Madam Làn-ing of WWX, Good Kid LSZ, LWJ Has Feelings, And I hurt All Of Them, Protective LWJ, Pining LWJ, Good Parents LWJ & WWX, JC Has Self-Esteem Issues, Good Sibling JC, Good Uncle JC, JC & WWX Reconciliation, JL Has a Lot of Uncles, JL is Bad at Feelings, JL is a Good Nephew, JL is a Good Cousin, JL & LSZ Friendship, JL Swears, Protective WWX, WWX is Best Father, Good Parent WWX, BAMF WWX, things go to shit for a long long time, and people are very unhappy for like half of this work, but they end alright!)

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9. A) Hi! This is for fic finder. I dont remember much and i dont remember if it was modern with cultivation. Focus on junior quartet. Wen remnant live. They are on summer camp that the jin organized. A-yuan comes to the camp with JWY (im not sure about this). A-yuan then befriended jl, oyzz, ljy. I think they are in the same room (dorm room but its a cottage? I dont know what its called). In group activity, a-yuan sneak up to meet up with wn and the other three sneak up to follow a-yuan. Long story short, a-yuan, ljy, and oyzz is invited to lanling because they are jl friend (either because that or they rescued him). The one that invite them is either jgs or jgy (i think it was jgs). They tried to track wwx but always failed. When jgy comes to the summer camp, they tried to disguise a-yuan as lan diciple but failed. And then jgy found out that a-yuan is wwx son and forced them to go to lanling. In lanling, a-yuan wants to leave and jl, oyzz, and ljy helped. Su She is the one that tracked them down when they tried to run away. Thats all i can remember. Thanks

B) Hi! This is for fic finder. Its a modern with cultivation fic i think. Wen remnant lives and in hiding. Focused on junior quartet. A-yuan comes to summer camp that the jin organized with JWY. A yuan the befriended jl, ljy, and oyzz. They are in the same room (dorm room but a cottage? I dont know what it is called). Jl, ljy, and oyzz is kinda suspicious of a-yuan because he is the only one that are not affliated with a sect. The three of them followed a-yuan in secret when a-yuan sneak up to meet up with wn. Long story short, jgs invited ljy, oyzz, and a-yuan to lanling because they are jl friends. When jgy comes to the camp, they tried to disguise a-yuan as lan diciple and failed. Jgy forced them to go to lanling (honestly i think he kinda kidnapped them). I think he found out that a-yuan is wwx son and used him to lure out wwx. In lanling, jl, ljy, and oyzz helped a-yuan to leave. Su She is the one that responsible of them. Thats all i can remember. Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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10. Hi, lovely people. I'm looking for a fic where LWJ takes WWX out the Burial Mounds, along w/all the Wens (against their will, but keeping 'em safe) & brings 'em to Gusu. He turns WWX into an omega w/a "recipe" of Wen Qing (who does it just for their own safety), until WY gets pregnant of Sizhu & Jingyi (not sure abt the names), but he often doubts abt having being an omega b4 & he's always being forced to have sex. LZ treats him rough & poorly, even in front of their sons. WWX ends up getting tired & runs away w/the kids, leaves 'em in the woods & jumps off a cliff. (Prob. Dark LWJ) TYSM! @einherjermineord

FOUND?🔒forfeit by eightroses (E, 12k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark, Dark LWJ, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Alpha to Omega transformation, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega WWX, Sexual Coercion, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Forced Feminization, Mpreg, Forced Pregnancy, Fainting, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Vomiting, Rough Sex, Knotting, Medical Inaccuracies, Body Horror, Abuse, Domestic Violence, Trauma, No happy ending here)

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11. I’m looking for a wangxian fic where wangji tells wei ying what he did in the cold pond (the handfasting) while their in the cloud recesses and it diverges from there @wrappedaroundxielian

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12. For FicFinder – trying to find a fic I thought I had marked for later. I think it was modern with magic au? I think LWJ takes over an old theatre called the burial mounds which used to be WWX's? In this AU I think LWJ thinks WWX is dead or he didn't know WWX until he bought the theatre. honestly not sure this will be found but I appreciate any clues all the same. tysm for all you do running this blog. @itsallwearecalledtodo

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13. Hi, I’m looking for an ABO fic where WWX is an O and LWJ is an A and they’re soulmates. But WWX has been hiding his identity and pretending to be a B, because he got abused in his old pack and had run away (?) I think. @plzloveme

FOUND?🔒backfire by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, LWJ/MXY, One-Sided MXY/WWX, MXY/NMJ, Modern, BDSM AU, Biologically Determined Dom/sub Roles, BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Sadism, Masochism, Past Sexual Abuse, Sexual Slavery, Self-Harm, BDSM as a Form of Self-Harm, Minor Character Death(s), Arson, Shades of Black Widow WWX, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Normalized Homosexuality and Bisexuality, Normalized Polyamory, nonsexual bdsm, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Pining WWX, jealous WWX, Touch-Starved WWX, Professional Dominant WWX, Sex Worker WWX, gentle dom LWJ, Mean Dom LWJ, oblivious LWJ, Past WC/WWX, Minor JGY/WWX, Mentioned WWX/Others, Emotional Infidelity, Angst with a Happy Ending, endgame wangxian, MXY Also Gets a Happy Ending, the tags are scary but i promise there's some lightheartedness too, wangxian love one another so much, WWX is healed by the power of nonsexual bdsm and friendship, and then gets bdsm'd quite sexually and happily by the love of his life, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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14. hello! i’m looking for a fic where jc post-siege finds wwx’s diaries in the burial mounds and he gets transported???? into the memories of each book

FOUND! Waiting On You by SmellsLikeDeanSpirit (M, 26k, JC & WWX, WangXian, WIP, Graphic Depicitions of Violence, Major Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Memories, Time Travel, Sort Of, the characters watching the show trope but different, WWX has magical diaries that force the reader to experience his memories, JC finds them and reads them, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Bashing, Bad Parent YZY, YZY Bashing, Canonical Character Death, he comes back tho, JC regrets, JC Needs a Hug, WWX Needs a Hug)

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15. Hi, this is for fic finder! I’m looking for a fic where wei ying and lan zhan are betrothed (I can’t remember if they were betrothed since childhood or during the cloud recesses arc. But basically the jiangs agree to the betrothal because they expect wei ying to be miserable in cloud recesses with all the gusu lan rules. However when they see how wei ying is actually loved and respected, they get super mad. I think madam yu gets mad because her own children are not in loving marriages?

There’s a possibility it might’ve been a/b/o but I’m not sure if i’m getting fics mixed up here ��

But please help me find this fic! I’m always so grateful for the work you guys do

FOUND!🔒 Alliance AU series by Ilona22 (E, 21k, WangXian, JYL/OC, Arranged Marriage, A/B/O Dynamics, PWP, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Intersex Omegas, Not JC Friendly, Matchmaking, canon Jiang family dynamics, Family time, Night Hunts, Mention of male omega pregnancy, Intrigue at Jinlintai, Mentions of Prostitution, War, Conflict between characters)

NOT FOUND! in case you ever foolishly forget by RavenclawLoki (E, 19k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Engagement, fast burn, Fluff, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Bad Person YZY, YZY Bashing, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LWJ & WWX are decent at communicating hense the fast burn, Good Uncle LQR, Canon Divergence, First Kiss, Established Relationship, BAMF JYL, she has given up on defending bad parents and we simply must support her, it's yanli's world we are just living in it, Demisexuality, Asexuality, Sex Positive Asexuality, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Soft WangXian, Implied Switching, LWJ shows love by slow blinking, Loss of Virginity, First Time, gonna add Out of Character tag to be safe regarding YL)

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16. Hello ^^ I am looking for a fic where LWJ and JC traveled back in time and LWJ was the first one that found Wwx on the streets. Thx! @yoonieby

FOUND? A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ)

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17. hi can you help me find a fic where lan zhan participates in a wei ying engagement tournament. Lwj wore a mask so as not to be recognized @silvanagomes87

FOUND? travelers through the empty gate by stiltonbasket (M, 107k, WangXian, royalty au, mistaken identity, emperor WWX, poor LWJ, forced marriage, (by LWJ himself), confused WWX, parenthood, misunderstandings, empress LWJ, fluff & humor, married life, angst w/ happy ending, WIP)

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18. Hey hi, I’m looking for a missing wangxian fic. It takes place during the sunshot campaign, lwj and wwx are cursed(?) so that they feel eachother’s emotions, lwj pines and wwx is acting aloof and angry, lwj goes to jiang cheng and asks to marry wwx and lwj hits the table when jc insults wwx. Lwj and wwx share a dream and wwx is convinced that it’s all in his head before lwj walks into his tent repeating what he said in the dream. Eventually, lwj and wwx are married before the last battle and lwj is grievously injured. There’s a happy ending tho. Please lmk if you find this, I’ve spent days looking @remembertosaygoodbye

FOUND? The dreamers. by orange_crushed (E, 17k, WangXian, Dreams, Dreamsharing, Spells & Enchantments, Canon Divergence, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, War, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Temporary Character Death, The Character Dies But Does Not Stay Dead Trust Me, Resurrection, Suicidal Thoughts, Loss of Identity, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Injury Recovery, Trauma, Memory Loss, Memory Magic, War Is Hell Etcetera, I Promise The Characters Do Not Stay Dead and Will Absolutely Be Okay, Masturbation, Fantasy, Very Brief Mention of Burial-Mounds-Era Cannibalism, Major Character Death... but only for a minute honestly!!, Awkward First Times, Marriage Proposal)

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19. Hi! This is for fic finder. I dont remember much, but i think it was mentioned that nmj is suspicious of the jin after the first burial mound siege. After he sees that the wen is just an old person. When jin rusong dies, nmj secretally goes to He sect and hide the non combatan in the sect. Thats all i can remember. Thanks @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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20. hello! I'm looking for this wangxian fic I think it is based on the song Driver's License by Olivia Rodrigo, it does not have a happy ending since wwx and lwj do not end up together in the end

thank you!

hello! thanks for answering my question in the fic finder post! question #20 I reviewed the summary, but unfortunately that is not the fic 😭 I remember that in the end wwx marries someone else (but not lwj) thanks for responding! 💗😊 and sorry for not explaining my question well

NOT FOUND! driver’s license by cryptenhope (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Break Up, Making Up, Getting Back Together, Happy Ending if you read the ending notes, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

FOUND? 🔒 drivers license by AG1234VL (T, 11k, WWX/Other, WangXian, LWJ/LQY, Modern AU, Hurt No Comfort, slight comfor?Non-Chronological, Song fic, Crying WWX, ice cream and beer, breakup weight gain, Lots of Crying, Angst, Homophobia, from lqr, wangxian breakup)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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mareastrorum · 2 months ago

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Some Thresher speculation: I think the machine at Ran-Beor used to control ocean currents was meant to create a new kind of underwater power plant.

In simple terms, a significant amount of modern power generation relies on heat. As an example, a fire can heat water, creating steam, creating pressure in pipes (also creating heat), which can turn gears, which creates static, etc. If you can consistently create a minimum differential in temperature, a creative engineer can come up with a method to reliably generate electric power. The details get nuanced, but that’s the basic idea.

Ran-Beor is was constructed next to geothermal vents. That makes perfect sense with respect to power generation to keep the station operating. Someone could use that to create a power source for the facility. There’s other engineering concerns that we’re hand waving away here (seismic stability, corrosion, etc), but it’s good enough for sci fi.

Early on, Billows Reach was described as follows:

Billows Reach is—it was an area, um— I think maybe it’s unclear as to exactly how it worked or what the purpose was, but essentially where it could redirect ocean currents with these sort of, like, there was a set of controls, essentially, that allows you to redirect ocean currents.

Later on, while the crew is on the way to the Observatory, an audio recording (voiced by Ashley) mentions “Unlimited energy for the world.” This particular NPC also had access to control the “current deflector” in Billows Reach to give divers a speed boost. So the researcher with that kind of access is the one focused on energy generation.

Controlling currents around geothermal vents would allow for selective control of temperature, and therefore selective amounts of energy generation. If you just wanted X amount of consistent electric power, you’d build an engine capable of achieving that and then leave it to work. If you need to store power, such as the case of emergency power loss or temporary power boost, you’d build batteries. None of that requires controlling currents or finer control of the temperature.

If you need a surge of energy, one that lasts as long as you want it to, you’d want the ability to incite a more severe temperature change, provided your engine can handle it. Controlling currents around geothermal vents could achieve exactly that. And you wouldn’t want an engine running at higher capacity all the time when you don’t need it, especially not at the bottom of the ocean.

This also matches the game mechanic that Tide (the source of magic in this world) replaces Bleed. Why tide? Of all the things that could have been chosen, it’s the description of an ebb and flow—and there’s a machine to control currents. The description when players accumulated Tide was that they felt their blood matching the flow of water around them, after some kind of liquid had leaked from the machinery.

At least, a power plant theory would provide an explanation why anyone would want to control ocean currents at Ran-Beor. Perhaps it’s just a typical engine relying on heat, or maybe it’s a Tide engine. Either would make sense.

That just provides a new question: why would Ran-Beor need such drastic increases in power?

#critical role #thresher #critical role spoilers #all speculation of course!

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alltubedandwiredup · 8 months ago

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A short-ish fantasy story i wrote some time ago. Not self-insert and male protagonist. Medfet (+18)

i woke up to find myself sitting in what looked like a hospital room. i looked around in comfusion, only to find i was lying in a gynaecologal bed, and surrounding me i could see houndred different machines. someone approached me from behind, placing a reassuring hand in my forhead.

- hello darling, have you slept well???i hope you have, because today we start with your very special treatment

- im going to tell you how this is going to go, eric.

- mainly, we are going to connect you to these machines you see around you at the same time as we inject you with a new developed medication. it is going to be a long treatment im afraid, but im going to take care of you. your doctor did refer you to us as a critical case. now, ill explain you further as we go, does that sound right?

in that moment, two nurses came into the room and positiones themselves at the feet of my bed. the doctor then nodded

- eric, one requeriment of the treatment has been the removal of your hair since we needed to be able to properly wire you to the equipment. after this, she pressed a button and two big mirrors uncovered. one in the ceiling and one right in front of me. i cringed at my hairless sight. my head was bald, as well as my legs and… my groin. my balls and ass were the smoothest i could imagine. The nurses took some straps in my things and ankles tied me firmly to the bed, before the doctor pressed anothe button and my legs were being lifted into stirrups, leaving me comoletly exposed under the bright medical lights.

then, one of the nurses started doing strange marks all over my bald head, wich then she started to cover with dabs of gel

- we will need to have you constantly monitored in every way possible. these things here are to then attach 24 electrodes to your head. this way we will control your brain activity in every moment. We will do the same thing with your heart beats, the blood and oxygen in your blood, and your temperature

My other nurse started to attach more electrodes to my chest at the same time as the first one started to place the ones in my head. two went behind my ears, two behind my eyes, three on my forehead, two in my temples and the rest on my scalp. she finished with a last one in my chin before she started securing them with tape. i couldnt look away from the mirror, somehow this wired state aroused me deeply. once she finished, the other one had wrapped a preassure monitor on my arm, had placed a pulse oxymeter on my middle finger and sticked a temperature monitor to my head as well.

- now eric, this is when we connect you to the actual tratment. ill start with the IV tratment. you will feel slight pinches in your ball sac.

as she explained, i felt the first needle go in, at my right, the quickly came the second. the doctor took both of the cannulas hanging from two drips at my feet and connected them to the needles, before securing the needles and the tubes with tape.

- foley nurse.

i knew what was coming next. she took the bright orange tube of a catheter and lubed it, before aligning it to my urethral opening.

i did see the nurses sticking more electodes, this time smaller ones, in my lower abdomen, close to my dick, but i was too concentrated in the discomfort of a tube sliding into my little hole. when the catheter was all the way into my pisshole, the doctor connected it to a longer clrear tube and taped it to my leg. the doctor then took the rest of these electrodes and sticked them into my balls, in my thigs at both sides of my penis and around my anus. one nurse apeared in my frame of vision again, holding a series of tubes.

- now those are the last things eric, the anal probe, the nipple suctioning electrodes, the feeding tubes and the breathing apparatuses.

my nurse started sticking a long electrode under my nose, then the next one approached with two long tubes

- big breath darling- she said.

she started introducing it in my right nostril. at the same time, felt an enormous pleasure in my hole.

- oh eric you are very very tight, we need you to open… come on… open up… open that anus eric… come on, be a good patient and open .

i could feel as the doctor worked the probe into my virgin anus as the first feeding tube met and end. it was taped to my cheek as the nurse repeated the process tubing my left nostril… all wile the doctor kept working on my anus

- we need this for the tratment eric… just a bit more, you are doing soo soo good.

- cmon be a good boy… let it go in… good job

i finally felt my ass close around a smaller end at the same time the nurse approached me with a nasal cannula, placing it into my nose as well and around my head. finally the doctor looked at me happily as the nasal cannula was also taped to my cheeks.

- that was a good job. your little anus is so tight, hopefully it won’t be as much at the end of the treatment

one of the nurses inserted both my nipples into two tiny tubes connected to a machine next to me. the tubes sucked my nipples engording and trapping them.

- okay, i think now we can start. are you ready? now we will start giving you some sweet relaxing gas through that nasal cannula in your nose, just to keep you calmed throughout the treatment, you might feel sleepy. oh and i must warn you, you might obtain sexual stimulation during this. its okay, some patients do it. dont you feel ashamed. im going to leave now okay, but ill be watching you constantly. so you dont need to stress.

then everyone left the room and i was left with my reflection. i was covered head to toe in tubes and wires. i could see my bottom fully exposed and covered in a million tubes and wires: there were electrodes everywhere, the catheter tubing my urethra and two ivs connected to my balls. i realized that the thing in my ass was an electrified plug, with two wires coming out of it. i colud barely look at my reflection without cringing. i didnt recognice me under so many wires and tubes. my face was covered in tape securing every tube going into my nose. with tubes in every hole, i didnt look human, i was connected to so many machines i was a part of them

i felt when the devices turned on. it started by a tingling sensation in my balls, that extended through the rest of my goin. that tingle started to feel very pleasant soon, at the same time as i realized it was hard to focus my eyes. i gave up and let the gas drug me up as the pleasure kept building inside me. it didnt take long before i orgasmed, from there, i gradually lost awareness of the orgasms i kept having, feeling the pleasure as something far away.

i think i was in and out of conciousnes for a while before i heard the doctor come in. she came next to the bed and strocked my cheek, bypassing the tubes taped to it. i was so lost in the pleasure and the drugs that i failed to focus my eyes. so i just stared at her blankly, my head lolling to the side and drooling.

- doctor? i asked her weakly.

i think she laughed at this, and just kept strocking my wired head

- you are sooo drooly my darling

she said running a towel through my chin

- you are orgasming so much are you??… mmm thats right, keep going… this is going to help you eric…

- can you tell me where does it feel better? is it in your ass… or in your dick… or your balls… can you tell me eric?

i was completely unable to respond, not even to think were in my medicalized body i was feeling the biggest pleasure

- shhh its okay, you are very out of it are you?

a climax hit me in that moment, making me arch my feet and roll by eyes back, as a long moan of pleasure came our of my mouth. the doctor kept running a calming hand though my forehead

- uuuu look at you… the anal electrode is working you up so good, look at how your anus twitches around it, its fucking you with the electricity

there i felt her push slightly the electrode into my ass, making me moan as i bursted into pleasure from the slight movement.

- you like this little thing do you? wou had never had anything up your rectum right? off to a good stat i guess, my little patient.

- keep going… thats it… good job… is another orgasm coming baby? are you about to cum?… thats it, cum from the machines, good job

that’s the last thing i registered before loosing consciousness for the next hours

#medfet #electrodes #icu #medical experimentation #nasal cannula #ng tube #electrostimulation #orgasim #hospital #intubation #ecg

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porcelainseashore · 2 months ago

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Hunter: You Want It Darker

Another session of Hunter, another case of reality mindfucks your cell so bad that... well, let's just say that Domino effect is gonna be glorious.

Kudos to my ST for being a master as usual at building up tension and an unsettling atmosphere from day one. What makes matters worse is that we're supposedly a bunch of experienced hunters who have been sent in to Bismarck, North Dakota (technically, Ruso, the middle of nowhere) to investigate another cell that went dark in January on assignment, but we're slowly losing our minds and behaving like ants on fire. Yes, imagine this -> 🐜🔥🚨

A compilation of instances that have caught us off-guard include:

Airport staff and weather reports indicate a rapid drop in temperature and a storm incoming, but outside it's an Indian summer. Meanwhile, the car thermometer registers a completely different number.

People we interact with (including our contact!) repeat weird sentences out of the blue that they don't remember saying. "Tick tock, time's a wastin'." Gaslighting 101, much?

Electronics turn on and off by themselves. Someone knocks on the door of Lola's hotel room, but no one's there.

The radio emits ominous messages or talks to us—well, mostly Björn—"the face" of our group who is currently having a complete meltdown, hurrah!

At a nondescript shop in rural Ruso (meaning it's the only building we've seen for miles) where the other cell were suspected to be hiding out at, there's a presence, a void shadow, but the place is empty. Inside, there's a plaque hanging above the frame of the main door, which states: "Happy trails! Go freely and leave something of the happiness you bring, neighbor!" 🧛 ALERT??

After much mundane investigation, we broke open a locked up darkened room, and like jack-in-the-fucking-box found two headless corpses, their limbs broken off, neatly folded into each other within a travel trunk.

Downstairs, the shopkeeper turns up as if nothing has happened. Carl, our group's "muscle" exchanges pleasantries to disarm him, but the moment Carl asks why there's a dismembered body, the shopkeeper says, "Because you put it there." / "I kept the room warm for you. I was worried you weren’t going to come back. Took you long enough." / "Did it hurt when he folded you into the chest?" And of course, he switches back to normal afterward.

Later, those corpses turn into mannequins.

There's an electrical light switch that's not attached to any light source, but its wiring extends and seems embedded into the very foundations of the house.

Björn hears the radio talking to him: "She broke the seal. We are the error. We have to go back. Time is folding in on itself. (Something) god machine." Carl and Lola (we, the players, were separated into different voice chats!) are not privy to this and think he's going mad.

Eventually, both Björn and Carl hear a deeply distorted voice between the static (that our ST so lovingly played a recording of on stream to freak us out). "One lock, one breach. Tick tock, told you not to look, but here you are again. Are we having fun?" The radio breaks down.

While jostling with the shopkeeper, his head abruptly explodes, showering Björn and Lola in blood, viscera, and bone shrapnel which cuts into their faces.

Oh, and our car is gone. Someone drove it away while we were busy playing "he said, she said." Along with no phone reception.

At the end of the session, I joked that because we reached breaking point several times in the game, and Lola has the Castigation rite of Hellfire but with no corresponding ability of how to control it (I purposely built her as a chaos starter), she would be the epitome of Carrie, covered in blood and burning the whole place down in flames. My cellmates replied, "Who knows, maybe Lola actually did that in another iteration... or a warp in time." 👀

To ramble any further would be a never ending essay and I feel like I'm not doing it enough justice! The way the ST introduces these elements is so sudden and unexpected, we're genuinely creeped out, doing double-takes, and going "what in the actual fuck?"

GG, my friends 🤘

Dividers by @rattenprince

#hunter oc #oc: lola #lucifuge #storm over smoke #hunter the vigil #chronicles of darkness #world of darkness #lola sessions

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anadrym · 4 months ago

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Extended Author's Notes for Left Behind Ch7.

Spoilers!

Chapter title is from "Ashes and Blood" from the Arcane S2 soundtrack.

I have this idea that Renata had the basement renovated to make it more maze-like. She's a very gifted and skilled chemist, and most of her work is done downstairs. On the off-chance that someone gets in, she'd want it to be difficult to navigate down where so much of her most valuable and secretive research is kept.

One of the doctors asks about sedating Vi because of how much she's panicking, but one of the others basically says, "No, that's what the restraints are for."

The liquid they're injecting isn't warmed to body temperature. That's part of why Vi's so cold and on the verge of going full-on into shock after each Maintenance session.

I talked with one of my friends and we came to the conclusion that Vi thinks of Maintenance as an event that has a name, so it's capitalized for her. No one else thinks of it like that, so it's not a proper noun for anyone else.

Yeah, once they're done, they just unhook her from the machine and undo the restraints and just leave. Once she regains enough strength, Vi has to get herself up and dressed, and then she curls up in the far corner. :(

God, Tobias' ring is doing so fucking much. At this point, Vi has basically tied her consciousness and memories to the pain she causes by digging it into her finger. And she can trigger it without even knowing what she's doing, which is good because she isn't really present enough to do it on purpose.

The memories refer, in order, to: Tobias' death, the Firelights' boards, Powder/Jinx's drawings, Caitlyn's eyes, and Vi being shot on the night of the Purge.

I was editing some future chapters when I realized that I had a huge plot hole. So the mend is this: Caitlyn is allowed to have her weapons while locked in her rooms. If she is allowed to have them outside of her rooms, they are brought to her. This also helps with the sense of unease - she knows that people are accessing her only "private" space.

There are no guards posted outside of Caitlyn's door, but there is one at either end of the hallway. She is not being listened to, but there are people around in case she tries anything. The door also locks from both sides, which does protect her against anyone coming in.

I like the imagery I've got going with the blood-red jam. I don't really have an exact metaphor or anything, but I like the imagery.

"I want you to be recognizable, darling." As Ghost, right? As Ghost?

Just in case anyone wants to keep track, since she left Petra's, Caitlyn has eaten one (1) bite of croissant.

The paragraph about "readjusting" vs. "succumbing" is one of my favorites in this chapter. I also really like the sentence "Even if this poor, frantic creature in front of her really is just a mindless animal... she looks like Vi, terrified and sick and in pain." God, I love whump.

The administration of nutrients via IV has two purposes: 1. It's incredibly dehumanizing, they really do treat her like a thing; and 2. It eliminates (in this case) the need for a sink and toilet in Vi's cell. It also explains why Vi only ever vomits bile and blood; there's nothing else to come up.

There's something about a character's eyes rolling back that just gets to me. The idea of being too incapacitated to even control your eyes? *Chef's Kiss*

Caitlyn swears when she's really upset. "Shit" is for bad things. "Fuck" is for very bad things.

Okay, it's subtle, but I want to point out that Renata handles her teacup/plate/silverware very carefully for the entire scene, except for when she's about to torment Vi. She is fully capable of being gentle, she just doesn't want to be.

I don't know what it is, man, but I can't seem to stop focusing on Vi's legs not being able to support her. It just keeps coming up. In this case, the Baroness purposefully pulls her up to where her knees can't quite reach the floor, just to put more of her weight on her head and neck.

Some of you definitely see where I'm going with the reference to Blood and Bone. >:)

OKAY, I didn't mean to do this, but !!! "Make an example of a few to keep the thousands in check." THAT'S WHAT SHE'S DOING WITH CAITLYN AND VI !!!

I think y'all are gonna kill Renata before I do. ;)

Teaser for next week:

Her master does not go out in front of a crowd like this without reason, without some brutal purpose. And to bring the girl, burdened with the weapons they force her to kill with? This is a display, a show of power and the violence needed to keep it. The crowd is here to witness - not entertained but terrorized into submission.

Has it already been a year?

Has it only been a year?

#my writing #extended author's notes #all the things we left behind #left behind

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dust-n-ash · 18 days ago

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Here’s a sneak peek of a little one-shot I’ve been working on called “Regrets”. It’s involves Re-Destro, Skeptic and Trumpet. Here’s a little funny scene.

Chikazoku goes searching for a tool, preferably a screwdriver. He heads to the sink in his cell, and searches for any objects under it. “I see no reason to stay here, without hot water… when it’s something I can easily fix.”

“I’m assuming there’s not a pocket knife or makeshift screwdriver in your cell, now, is there?”. Re-Destro mouths a quiet “no”, trying to lie on his cot trying to phase out the noise.

“What? Speak up!” Chikazoku barks annoyedly, as he settles for a steak knife from his dinner tray. He then reaches inside the heater to reach the burner assembly, managing to wipe the knife tip into a corroded screw head. Turning it into a fingernails-on-chalkboard screeeeccccchhhHH!!!!!!!

Yotsubashi winces, the metal frame of the water heater acts as a kind of echoing amplifier. “Yeah. That click, you know, it’s pretty quiet. Most people can sleep soundly through something like that.”

Chikazoku gives a look towards the left wall, as if he’s piercing a fiery glare through all that concrete. He’s “most people”?

“Yeah. “most people”. Got it.”

SCREEEEECCCCCHHHHH!!!

Yotsubashi sighed. He hadn’t shared a room (or in this case, cell block), since he was in college. He spent many a night falling asleep to the sound of one of Beacon’s long-winded explanations. Hold on! Yotsubashi gets an idea. Here’s another guy whose big brain is his pride and joy. If he gets Skeptic talking, maybe he’ll lay off the noise. It’s worth a try!

“So, I’ve got a question for you, Chikazoku.”, he preferred to use his real name, as they’re not operatives for a paramilitary force anymore. “You’re into science right? I’ve always wondered – if people could fly… would you be able to fly as high as a jet… or would it be too cold up there…” Yotsubashi knew what an answer would be like, but asked it nonetheless. Anything to get that screeching under control.

Chikazoku turns away from the water heater and puts down the knife. He cannot handle Yotsubashi treating him like a petty high school student. Yotsubashi does not show how much this pleases him, even though they can’t exchange glances.

“Cruising altitude for a jet is thirty thousand feet above sea level. At that altitude, the temperature would be forty-four degrees below zero. Your skin would freeze in less than thirty seconds, but that would not be the real problem.”

“No?”

“Inside your lungs there are millions of alveoli, membranes that allow oxygen molecules to bind off hemoglobin.”

There’s a brief silence, as Skeptic dumbs down his language, “...in your blood… These alveoli require air pressure to do their job. Higher altitude means lower air pressure. Lower air pressure leads to a lack of oxygen in the blood which leads to…”

“Thin blood?”

“Loss of consciousness. So, no, even if you could “fly”, long before you get to thirty thousand feet, you’d pass out and crash.”

“What a party pooper.” Yotsubashi groaned.

Chikazoku picks up the knife, ready to get back to work. Yotsubashi’s mind races – he needs another distraction! He lights on a topic he hasn’t thought about in years: the conversation he had with Hanabata.

“January 14, 1986… the day I took my first bribe… and then I’d go forward…”, he didn’t remember the specifics of the conversation, but it’s the best he’s got.

“What would you do with a time machine?”

Chikazoku freezes. His former boss is asking that from a genius like him. Are you kidding me?, he thought. Skeptic turned around, astonished at the question.

“A time machine!?”

#my hero academia #mha rp #meta liberation army #re destro #skeptic mha #trumpet mha

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livingmeatloaf · 3 months ago

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15 mbj/zzl (for the soft prompt meme!)

You have excellent taste, as always 💚💙

As an ice demon, Mobei-Jun did not particularly like heat. His kind were adapted to survive the deep freezes of the tundra and to wield magics that would freeze the blood of lesser demons. Fire was as much his enemy as the machinations of his uncle.

However, since marrying Zhuzhi-Lang, he had come to understand some of the appeal. His little human servant was very good at creating warming talismans with fine temperature control. Some sweat was well worth slipping naked into bed with his warm, sleepy husband. Zhuzhi-Lang would, without fail, make a happy little sound and wrap his limbs around Mobei-Jun like the snakes that liked to climb him. A warm bed was a happy husband, and a happy husband made a happy king.

Soft prompt meme! Send a number and a ship and I'll maybe make a ficlet!

#My fic #Mobei-Jun/Zhuzhi-Lang #Mozhi #Mozhu #Svsss #Corduroyserpent

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niratias · 20 days ago

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The Kink Meme

aka sarge is tired of boring vanilla nsfvv memes or cringy dialogue options.

Send this in filled out as an ask and I will write you a nsfvv focused smut starter based on these kinks with our muses.

RULES:

You must be my mutual. We do not have to have a ship going. I reserve the right to not answer them all. I'm better at writing subs. I am working on writing doms at the same level but I'm just not there yet. Please keep this in mind. Turnaround will not be immediate.

kinks (list 1 or 2): your muse (list 1 or 2 if a multi): my muse (list 1 or 2 you're interested in): do you care who tops and/or doms?:

Some options below the cut!

pet play

medfet*

mind control/mind break/hypnosis

piss/bladder desperation

boot worship

brat taming

CNC

free use

fucking machines

sounding

temperature play

blood play/blood loss

interrogation/"oh no officer you've caught me"/prison

kidnapping/captivity/etc.

intox/shotgunning

cum inflation

oviposition/tentacles*

breeding (play only, UNLESS-)*

a/b/o*

Your own suggestion- please specify!

*I'll probably DM you to talk about these to make sure we're on the same page. Esp. the a/b/o because I don't write it in its "standard" form.

#memes.#nsfvv.

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sirtaliesin · 3 months ago

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Jason Blood Headcanons

Food and Weather

-Does not care for pork.

Jason will eat bacon or other cured/smoked meats but generally speaking he does not enjoy pork and it seems to put him off of eating entirely. If asked why this is, he will tell someone that he’s been on too many battlefields with burning or roasting corpses to find any appeal in pigs. He will not explain over a meal, however. He may instead say that he’ll give his reasons later when no one is eating. Especially since his descriptions can be somewhat graphic if he’s pressed about the topic.

-Favourite fruits

While typically, Jason prefers the tart flavours of pomegranates, cranberries, and green apples, he isn’t strictly opposed to sweet fruit. He does quite enjoy citrus as a general rule, and is particularly fond of oranges. Doesn’t really care for overly sweet preserves, but fig jam is something he likes to keep around. Raspberries and blackberries are also nice.

-Cooking & Baking

The process of cooking and baking is enjoyable when he’s got the time, more so in the modern day than any century previous. Jason enjoys baking as a meditative exercise and as a means of having something nice at the end of the day. Especially if he can control the actual outcome. Tries using a bread machine once when they were a brand-new invention and has summarily dismissed their existence as wholly unnecessary. (He really did not like the texture of the end result, or the smell of the machine in general.)

Doesn’t own a single non-stick pan of any variety, but most of his older pots and pans have built up their own non-stick seasoning from use. Prefers those and cast iron, as they’re familiar and he doesn’t have to troubleshoot them. He was given a set of aluminium sheet pans as a gift by a neighbour once and they’ve also developed a heavy non-stick patina from use.

-Weather and temperature

Jason truly abhors hot weather. Cannot tolerate it at all. A hot bath is wonderful in cool weather, and a warm fire is delightful. Heavy blankets and clean sheets during a rainstorm or good snowfall are a relaxing comfort. Hot summer sun is vile and inexcusable. Heavy snow is beautiful, but he’d rather not be out in it extensively. He will if he has to, and won’t complain, but Gaia’s grace, he is an unhappy bastard. Favourite weather is cool and grey, fog is lovely. Rain is excellent if he hasn’t got to be out in it. Unless he’s got a fever, then he’ll climb out a window to lay in the rain.

-Seasons

Over the centuries, Jason’s opinion of winter has inverted from misery to relief. Fireplaces and better insulation in a house allows him to actually enjoy the chill for longer. His opinions on Autumn and Spring haven’t changed at all, and he’s still pleased by the cool weather and the changing colours. Autumn still yields some of his favourite foods, and Spring does the same when it comes to favourite flowers and herbs. Summer has also inverted in his opinion, from relief to misery, especially in Gotham.

#Taliesin's opinions #headcanons #Jason Blood

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ollywander · 1 year ago

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How to make a homunculus no glue no borax

Materials:

• human semen (fresh)

• horse dung (fresh). If not available, place cucurbit instead in a secure temperature controlled environment of about body temperature.

• arcanum of human blood (or mercury)

• cucurbit (a jar similar to an alembic. See below). If you do not have a cucurbit, instead use a large jar, about a foot tall.

• you may need a syringe

Optional:

• gloves (leather recommended)

• syringe

• uterus of a horse

Instructions:

1.) Insert the horse uterus into your cucurbit or jar so that the opening is at the top. If not using a horse uterus, ignore this step.

2.) Embed the lower 2/3 of cucurbit or jar in horse dung. This should remain at a stable temperature in a stable environment for 40 days. Horse dung will heat naturally. Process should not be disturbed.

3.) If needed, use a syringe to insert the human semen into the horse uterus in the cucurbit or jar. If not using a horse uterus, instead insert the semen directly into the container.

4.) Cover the cucurbit or jar with its lid and embed it into the dung until the bottom of the lid touches.

5.) After 40 days, your homunculus — though not yet visible — will begin to quiver. At this point, insert mercury or another arcanum of human blood to feed your homunculus as needed. Incubate for 40 weeks or until fully grown.

Pro tip: If you wish to keep your homunculus caged and captive, be aware that upset homunculi are prone to attempts at escape and can be hostile. Be sure to keep your homunculus tightly secured, if at all. Many opt for a glass jar. I would not, however, recommend such a tactic, as there have been numerous cases of homunculi escaping from simple jars (note the case of Count Johann Ferdinand von Kufstein and l’Abbé Geloni).

Rather than keep your homunculus captive, it is encouraged that it be raised as a human infant for maximum efficiency.

Example of the types of alchemical containers and apparatuses, including the cucurbit (called a cucurbite in the first image and tazza in the second image):

Popular uses for homunculi and closely related creatures:

1.) Many people use their homunculi as part of a machine with which to transform urine to a more pure substance, such as mercury or antimony.

2.) Others, such as Faust, have used their homunculi as more intimate helpers in magical practice.

3.) Some people eat mandragoras (also know as mandrakes, duda’im, or alraunen) for their hallucinogenic, aphrodisiac, and narcotic properties. DO NOT eat your homunculi. This will NOT provide the same effect.

4.) Mandragoras can be made into amulets of love, good fortune, fertility, etc. (for best results, consult a Romani person).

5.) Mandragoras are used in most magical flying ointments and in other potions.

6.) Mandragoras can also be used as incense (hallucinogenic).

Feel free to ask for sources etc. Stay tuned for more alchemical DIY guides!

#alchemy #homunculus #homunculi #alchemist #chemistry for medieval monk losers #medieval #witchcraft #magic #potions #mandrake root #witches #medieval manuscripts #illuminated manuscript #dark ages

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theunholyrogue · 2 years ago

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if time could stop (REWRITTEN!)(bay!raph ending)

tw: angst, cursing

intro.itcs

“Let's do this.”

Raphael gazed up at the machine, his brow bone contorted into a frown as he listened to Donatello explain the controls of the teleportation device. If only it were on already, he would hop through with no hesitation– but of course his brother was smart enough to know that.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking of what was to come, but no plague of doubt consumed him over this. The Shredder would be defeated, they would take him down before he had a chance to take over their beautiful home of New York, and he wouldn’t drive his blades through your body another time.

Everytime he had went back to thinking about that night, everytime he turned his body around to look over his shoulder, he saw you pushing April out of the way and taking the fall for her, your blood oozing down over the blades and dripping to the concrete road below, your body falling to the ground with April catching you in her arms, the screaming, crying, and begging that you would make it. It made him sick to think about, and the turtle had blamed himself and April for your death. He blamed himself for not being able to block the Shredder attack, to stop him, or for even assuming he knew the enemy’s next move. He blamed April for being there, in the way, for not realizing what was going on. Hell, he even blamed you for being so compassionate towards your friend that you would put your own life on the line for them.

But, Raphael knew that it wasn’t your fault, or April’s fault, and at moments of clarity– he knew that you wouldn’t blame him for your death, that it wasn’t his fault either, but that was harder to accept. Because why else would you not be here, with him, alive and healthy if he had ran forward instead of moving backwards with his brothers? Why would he had given the Shredder a moment to change his trajectory and go for April instead of staying in the way and blocking him? It was his fault, surely.

“Two turtles at a time to keep the portal from going crazy and changing us getting stuck in the past,” Donatello stated before typing in on a digital keyboard and cutting the machine on. Suddenly, in the middle of the round frame, a purple, swirling mass engulfed the inside of the device, waiting patiently for the turtles to walk through.

“Casey, you’ll be keeping track of our vitals while we’re on the other side, or the past– I mean. These suits has built in monitors to keep track of our oxygen and respiratory rate, blood pressure and heart rate, and temperature,” the tech genius spoke as he handed his brothers a black suit that fit to their bodies. “April, you’ll be keeping track of the portals soundwaves and making sure that it doesn’t want to shut down and trap us in the past. It has an auto-correcting system but for precautions, if the waves don’t die down or a message alert comes up, just yell out. We have a communication system built into these suits as well so that we can you and Casey talking on this side while we’re on the other side.”

“Gotcha,” April and Casey both nodded, understanding their roles in this situation.

“The portal will act haywire at first whenever we go through, but it should calm down after a few minutes. Wait a bit and then send the next two over. If it doesn’t calm down, you know the drill.”

“Understood, Donnie. Good luck.” April responded with a confident smile.

“Raphael and I will go through first, so that Donatello can make sure the portal is doing what it is supposed to. Once it’s clear, he and Michelangelo will come through. We’ll wait for you on the other side and from there, we’ll defeat the Shredder once and for all,” Leonardo stated.

“Sounds good,” Raphael remarked before pushing his eldest brother through, “Let’s stop yapping and get to beating.”

Raphael didn’t hesitate to jump through the swirling mist, falling out through the other side– though once he looked around, nobody was in sight. Mikey, Donnie, Leo… nobody was in the empty lab.

“Leo! Where are you?” He called out, though he received no response in person– though his brother’s voice came through his suit. “In in the lab– where are you?”

Raphael’s brow bone contorted into irritation. “I am too. I don’t see you.”

“Guys…” Donatello’s voice echoed through the suit with a worried tone. “You two aren’t on the same plane anymore.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Raph?”

Raphael’s heart dropped as the familiar voice called out from behind him, his gaze slowly trailing the room as he turned his body around to face the direction of the voice.

“I thought you were…” You murmured, watching as the turtle turned around.

There, you were standing with a half-ripped bloody shirt, along with bandages wrapped around the upper half of your torso. You held your hand against your side, evident that you were sore from the attack. But… you were alive.

Raphael uttered your name in a whisper, the first time he had said it in five years.

“You’re… alive,” he murmured, causing you to tilt your head.

“Yeah, I’m alive?” You asked, a breathy laugh escaping your throat then quickly whimpering.

Raphael walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body. He slowly inhaled, taking in your scent and allowing his tense posture to relax since your death.

“Raph, are you good?” You asked, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his shell, dragging your digits up and down slowly.

“Raph, you have to come back. The portal is going crazy on our end. Leo’s already—,” April was speaking over the comms system, but Raphael pulled away and spoke.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not coming back,” Raphael firmly started, his hands sliding down to meet your hands. Tightening his grip around your digits, Raphael continued. “I’ve been fucking miserable for five years. Five whole years. I’m finally feeling okay again. Goodbye.”

“Wait, Raph!” April called out as Raphael moved away and took a sai from his side, jamming into his portal and causing the mist to disappear.

He took a deep breath, before looking back at you.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt raph 2014 #tmnt raph 2016 #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt ralph #tmnt raphael #tmnt angst #tmnt fluff

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livestosave · 9 months ago

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The Extent of James' Prosthetics

Obviously some tw for fairly graphic injuries and blood and medical things.

Even before losing his left arm at Beacon, James' body was - technically - more than half made of prosthetics, though much of that extent was not obvious even if one were to see his exterior prosthetics.

The trouble came from the sheer extent of the damage that was done, and how experimental prosthetics like James' were at the time. And nothing to the extent that James required had been done before. He should have died in the snow before he was found and brought home. But even when they started, they ran into a problem.

Much of James' right side was shattered beyond repair, bones broken in so many places from a long fall with no aura and a manticore biting down on his torso. His hip was collapsed, his lung little more than shredded meat. His internals had been exposed to the icy elements for over a day without an aura, and frostbite had settled deep into the tissues, including parts of his intestines and his liver. His spine had broken in the fall and left him paralyzed on the right side and mostly below the waist.

It was...a lot of damage to repair. Had they not replaced much of it, he would have had serious quality of life problems, including strict diets that would have left him quite unable to maintain the muscle needed to be a huntsman or soldier.

So, Goodkind authorized the use of experimental prosthetics. If James might die anyway, or have such a hard life after, he wanted to have tried everything he could. Part of this agreement means that James' prosthetics are also case studies, and while his name isn't on those studies, most doctors who work on him and see the prosthetics tend to know who he is.

As a result, James has some very visible prosthetics...and some some very hidden. His entire digestive tract is mechanical, as is his liver and one kidney. It means he can eat almost anything and extract what he needs, he actually has a more efficient digestive system than most humans or fauni, but his poison filtration is also far better...which functionally means alcohol and most oral medication don't work on him. It makes him almost impossible to drug through normal means.

His right lung is also a machine, and when the panels of his chest are opened it can be hooked up to external machines to either keep him 'breathing' even while paralyzed, or can be removed to allow replacement should it take damage. Because of this, if he takes a serious blow to the chest without his aura, he can actually cough up various fluids like lubricant and oil.

While it's crude, and James never speaks of it, he also does not have a penis anymore. He could if he wanted to, and these days Atlas tech would make it pretty cool, but he's never felt any need for it. He just doesn't. One of his prosthetics supplies the hormones that he would otherwise have produced down there, though he does require regular visits to the doctor to ensure such production is adequate as he ages.

Because of this, James' right side also doesn't have any blood or biological fluid in it, and is functionally less a prosthetic than a full cybernetic/mechanical replacement. While he has some ability to sense pressure along his fairly crude synthetic nerves, it's nowhere near the level that a more modern replacement like Yang's would provide, and he can only feel vague pressure. He also cannot feel temperature along that side, meaning he has more than once miscalculated what a normal person would be able to touch.

As a result of the synthetic nerve load and the connections they required, his spine also required full replacement. There are connectors and the full thing can be removed for maintenance, leaving James fully paralyzed aside from his head. His neurotransmitter primarily communicates with his spine to control his limbs, mimicking a normal brain-spinal column relationship rather than directly communicating to his limbs. This is mostly a limitation of the time as well, as the neurotransmitter was the most experimental of what was put into James' body during that initial period. Because of that experimental nature, he suffers chronic migraines as a result of the neurotransmitter's connection to his brain and spine.

Separate from the initial wave of prosthetics, James survived an assassination attempt early in his tenure as Headmaster (and General) that resulted in his heart requiring replacement. This was comparatively simple, and while there is a scar across his chest from the initial stabbing that caused the replacement, this prosthetic is more modern and easier to handle. His heart ticks rather than 'beats' but otherwise this prosthetic is easily missed.

All of this has resulted in a few other chronic physical issues and side effects, some of which are obvious and some are subtle.

Negatively, James has significantly less of his body powered by organic fluids, and he has much, much less blood than a man his size should. When his aura breaks, he has to be very mindful of any bleeding, because he can very quickly go into shock as a result of comparatively little damage. He suffers chronic migraines, as mentioned, and headaches are so normal he barely remembers being fully clear-headed. Chronic fatigue and insomnia make a potent cocktail, and as half his body doesn't fatigue the same way as normal man's might, he can struggle to get to sleep. He also - despite being very warm to the touch - very rarely feels warm, as a result of the amount of metal fused to his body. He suffers near-constant phantom pain that flares regularly, and because he cannot take most oral medication, most medications that might help with it don't work on him.

On the flip-side, his already extreme strength is now inhuman, letting him accomplish feats most people can only imagine. His blood-pressure only raises with physical exertion or emotion, preventing him from suffering most heart-related complications, and his blood filters very well keeping him pretty healthy. His mechanical lung means he can almost always breathe pretty steadily and get good oxygen, barring contaminants in the air. He can eat basically whatever he wants within some reason, so long as it isn't totally unhealthy, as his digestive system can handle anything humanly edible with ease, and even some not-humanly edible things. He also suffers significantly less from the ills of age as he gets older, as half of his body is somewhat unfailing: his right hand will never become arthritic, he'll never struggle to get on his feet, he'll never throw out his back, his posture will never screw up his spine, and his heart will never give him trouble. Hells, half of him will never even go numb/"fall asleep" like most folks might in certain bad positions.

All of this results in James feeling very disconnected from his humanity in a lot of ways, despite his personality being that of a protector and defender. Advice he gives to students, soldiers, and friends to rest and eat rarely seem to apply to himself, as his body will handle almost any abuse he puts it through. And, if he survives any particularly terrible thing...he knows he'll likely just. Add more metal to his body.

On a good day, he might even crack a joke about being a living Ship of Theseus, to a close friend. On a bad one, he thinks his worst nightmare is what might happen when he eventually takes so much damage that they might replace the rest of him, rather than letting him just die.

#dysphoria tw #graphic injury tw #injury tw #blood tw #medical trauma tw #Headcanons: Ironwood #Do Not Reblog #(I love James but this has percolated for almost 5 years now)#(So here's the massive post of All Of It)#(And almost nobody except James and his doctor knows the full extent of this)

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