#Charge Coupled Device Testing

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The Semco SI CCD 1220C is a high-precision Charge-Coupled Device (CCD) Polarity Machine designed for accurate testing and sorting in semiconductor manufacturing. It offers fast, reliable, and automated CCD polarity detection for enhanced quality control.

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FANCY SEEING YOU HERE IV

- DANTE SPARDA (DMC)

18+ MDNI, only warning.

Wheww I believe this is the closing chapter to FSYH. It’s open ended, but, I don’t have any more plot devices planned as of now so I’m going to officially call it here for this one. I haven’t written this much in a long time, let alone mature content so take it with a grain of salt.

Happy reading!

Part one Part two Part three

The bright morning sun shines within your bedroom, you forgot to close the blinds in your rush to lay down. It’s annoying at most, but it’s not what wakes you. A disturbing buzz vibrates from atop your bedside table, blindly you fish around from it, far too comfortably to sacrifice rolling over onto your back.

Eventually you feel it, in your haste you yank it off charge, blindly accept the call and balance it on your ear.

“Hello?” You greet groggily, eyes still closed and hair askew over your pillow.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Your friend replies, her giggle is taunting.

With your other hand, from under your pillow you pull your hair out of your mouth, “How are you so cheery?” You groan, “You drank just as much as me last night,”

“Yeah, but did you chug any water when you got home?” Fair point, you didn’t.

“You’re a freak,” you grumble, sinking back into your pillow with a huff.

It’s silent for a thoughtful second, “Anything interesting happen on the way home? You should have told me you were getting picked up by your knight in shining armour,”

You snort, Dante would love that one, cocky as he is, “No,” you lie, not ready to unpack that conversation, “Just a walk home,”

“You’re a fucking liar,” your friend laughs, “You were all over him, and he lapped up every moment of it. I won’t be surprised if I hear an engagement announcement soon, are there wedding bells in the distance?”

You stuff your face into pillow in avoidance, regret washes over you. You were never one for public displays of affection, but clearly you went overboard last night.

“I didn’t even know he was going to show up,” you mumble into your pillow.

“Huh? Can’t hear you hun,” she chimes.

You sigh, shifting your face onto its side again, “Didn’t think he would show, he was meant to be on a miss—out of town,” you settle on.

“What? Oh my god,” her giggle turns into full on laughter. “This just gets better and better, you’re telling me he left his out of town meeting to find you?”

Well, you hadn’t actually put that part into perspective yet. You hadn’t put anything into perspective, it was way too early. With a sigh, you roll over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

You rake your fingers through your hair, “I guess? I don’t know,”

“That’s dedication,” she comments, “I guess he passes the test, for now.”

You chat a little while longer, mortified at the blanks she fills in on your behaviour last night. This is why you don’t drink, you make a promise to never drink that much again. Your friend doesn’t believe a word of it, and you hang up after a promise to catch up again sometime soon.

You stare at your ceiling for a little while longer. Dante had been on a mission last time you spoke to him on the phone. Not only was it far away, but it was meant to be at least another week long. From what you remember it was a hunting mission, some hoard hiding deep in the mountains and smuggling others through a portal.

How had he made it back so early? Had he expedited the mission somehow? And for what? You shake your head, an opportunity must have lined up, there’s no way he rushed in blindly just to meet you.

You rise up abruptly in your bed, the sheets pool around your lap. You search the sheets frantically for your phone which you just put down. Once founded, you scroll through your call log until you find the number.

It rings a couple times before it picks up, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you for at least a couple more hours,”

You bring your knees up to your chest, “How did you finish the mission so early?”

There’s a momentary pause and shift, you imagine Dante leaning back in his chair as he tries to think of an excuse, “There was an opening?” He tries.

“Bullshit! You rushed in there! It makes so much sense, how odd you were acting, and telling me to keep my phone on me. It was so you could find me later on once you finished the mission!” You exclaim.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down. It wasn’t like that,” he placates, “Yeah maybe I…cut out a few steps of the original plan, but it was still under control,”

You drag your free hand down your face, shaking your head in disbelief, “I can’t believe you Dante, rushing in like that for something so stupid!”

“It’s not stupid—” he interjects.

“—Yes it is! It’s the definition of stupid!”

A deep sigh rumbles through the speaker, “There you go again, questioning my abilities, If I were a lesser man I’d be offended, darling,”

“You are so fucking cocky, one day it’s gonna bite you in the ass Dante,” you lean back until you’re propped up against your headboard.

“Where’s the girl from last night? She was much more fun,” he muses, “Couldn’t keep her hands off me either,”

You clench your teeth and look to the window of your room. You can feel your face flaming, and it’s not because of the sunlight pouring in.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, “That’s unfair to bring up,”

The smirk is apparent in Dante’s tone, “I like to play dirty,”

“Yeah, well, I don’t exactly remember you complaining,” you snap.

“Oh, is that what you think?” He asks sincerely, “I’m far from complaining, I was one step away from waking up in bed with you this morning,”

His tone is matter of fact. So self assured of his feelings, that it’s almost overwhelming to hear. When speaking to Dante, your mind just runs on autopilot, there’s no thinking or deliberating.

“What stopped you?”

The hiss you hear in response is satisfying. Like a crack in the armour, “Because I am a gentleman, sweetheart. Although, you make it hard to keep it that way,”

Before you can reply with a witty remark, he cuts through, “Listen,” there’s rummaging in the background, “I have to go to meet a client, this conversation is to be continued in person. You alright with that, doll?”

The condescension sets your jaw in place, “Sure, whatever you want, Dante,”

There’s a pause in his step, “Don’t overthink this,”

“Overthink what?”

“This— Us,” he sighs, “I really have to go, and I don’t want to rush this, don’t think until I see you next,” he demands.

“Don’t think?” You muse questioning.

“Don’t think,” he confirms, “I’ll see you in the office later.”

You barely exchange goodbye’s by the line hangs up.

The day went about as normal, you weren’t expected in the office until the afternoon so it was a slow start around your apartment. Despite Dante’s demand to not think, you were thinking.

Your friends painted a real cozy picture of the two of you last night. And as much as you cringe over your own behaviour, it makes you feel some kind of warmth. As stupid as Dante was for cutting corners on a mission, he did do it for you, right? It would be equally as stupid to dismiss that.

Maybe you weren’t ready for this conversation, what if you had different ideas?

Your phone pings on the kitchen bench.

[Image]

Just in case you needed photo evidence of how into you he is.

You open the photo from your friend and smile. It’s slightly blurry, but it’s a shot of the two of you outside from the bar window. Dante’s arm is wrapped around your waist as an anchor, and he’s leant down to hear you better as you talk animatedly mid step.

You shake your head and save the photo before putting it down. You move on about your day and push everything else back before it derails your day.

It’s about two pm when you unlock the door to your office. Everything is as you left it, with no messages on the machine you go about the admin work for the day. A few hunters drop in for their contracts, but other than that, it’s uneventful. It’s gives your mind lots of time to wander against your will. Dante hadn’t checked in once, which is unusual on most days, but maybe he’s just trying to keep his word to talk in person.

Minutes tick by and you’re getting bored, all your work is done but the day isn’t over. As if sensing your boredom, the office phone rings. You reach over with laziness to take it off the hook.

“Devil may cry,” you greet.

“Y/N,” Enzo replies, “How goes everything?”

“Slow,” you complain, “Barely any hunters have come by, or even called, it’s dead over here,”

There’s a knowing hum, “Probably because Dante is sweeping up all the contracts,”

You frown, “How? He hasn’t even come past here recently,”

“He’s got his own contacts, most of our high profile clients have his direct line, they only come to us when he’s on long missions,” he explains.

You tilt your head in confusion, “Wait, so he doesn’t even need us?” You inquire, “Then why does he come past so often?”

“Wait,” Enzo pauses, “He’s been visiting you? When?”

“At least once a week?” You say questioningly, “More sometimes, actually,”

“Interesting…” Enzo teases, “Keep an eye on for me, will you?”

“Sure.” You reply hesitantly.

A weird feeling follows you after the call. Enzo had been vague at best—like he always is— you justify. You’ve noticed how he keeps Dante a bit more guarded than the rest of the hunters. There’s a tie there that you don’t know enough about, but you can tell he cares a lot about him.

You keep your mind busy with mindless work that you’ve been putting off until now. The sun slowly starts to set and your eyes are getting tired, you lean back in your chair and rub your face under your glasses. The door starts to creek open, you peek your eye open. A familiar red jacket slips through, you lean forward in your seat ready to greet him but your smile drops.

There’s red drops dripping from somewhere onto the floorboards of your office. You stand up quickly as Dante closes the door behind him.

“You’re bleeding,”

“Huh?”

“You’re bleeding,” you state, point at the red drops on the floorboards.

Dante looks down at the floor where the blood is dripping, curiously he examines his left arm to see a deep cut on the outside. Must of missed that one.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he assures, “It’ll heal,”

You’re not listening as you open one of the overhead cupboards to grab your first aid kit. You usher him to sit down, and he complains— really it’s not necessary— just as you grab the antibacterial wipes you can see the cut slowly knit itself back together like nothing happened.

Reading about Dante’s regeneration ability is one thing, but seeing it in person astounds you. You sit back on the corner of the desk in front of him, wipe still in hand.

“I…” you trail off, shaking your head, “Didn’t expect that,”

“Told you,” he states.

You sigh and reach for his arm anyway to wipe off the dried blood.

“Successful mission then?” You ask, wiping over the skin that just previously was sliced open. You feel complete disbelief, there’s not even a scar.

“Very successful,” he smiles, “Fat paycheque too,” he adds on.

A charged silence washes over the two of you. You try not to think—ironic—about anything than the crusted blood you’ve now finished scrubbing off. As you turn to drop the wipe in the bin beside your desk, you hear the chair scrape backwards. When you look back, Dante is standing over you.

“You’re quiet,” he notes, finger hooking under your chin. You smile in amusement as he tilts your head side to side in inspection, “Getting shy on me?”

“Never,” you reply. “Just thinking,”

He looks down at you suspiciously, his other hand gets comfortable on your thigh, “About what?”

“Enzo told me something interesting,”

Dante back tracks, confusion stopping his hand in place, “Like…?”

You arch your brow, “Apparently clients have a direct line to you when you’re in town,” you wrap your hand around his raised arm, stroking up and down, “So there’s no need for me to liaise between you and them,”

Dante smiles knowingly, “Caught on have you? Should have known Enzo would open his big, fat mouth,” he sighs dramatically, looking down at your lap. Both his hands are now resting on your thighs, you can feel the warmth of his hands through your stockings as he rubs up and down.

“Anything else you want to add?” You ask.

He tilts his head and leans in closer, invading your space, “Need me to spell it out for you?” You can feel his breath fan across your face as he comes closer, “I’m obsessed with you, have been since you kicked me out of your office,” he admits.

You laugh lightly, “That do it for you?”

He mulls it over with a nod, “The tights helped.”

You squeeze your thighs together subconsciously at the thought. Your knees are the only thing forcing space between the two of you, but Dante doesn’t let that stop him as he uses your thighs as something to grip onto. The warmth emanating from him is making your own body begin to flush.

“I think that’s enough conversation,” you breathe.

“Thank god.”

The first kiss is rushed, you’re forced to lean back from Dante’s eagerness. Your hands come up to hold onto his shoulders, then neck, for anchorage as his hands slip further up your skirt. He’s not as reserved as he was last night, his hands are all over your body trying to map it out. When his hands migrate to your covered chest, he hums and breaks away for a breath.

“You have no idea how hard it was to leave you alone last night.” he admits, hands shamelessly squeezing your chest.

You exhale sharply, his gaze is fixated on your body. Without say, you reach for the hem of your sweater and lift it up. Dante remains quiet as you do so, watching as inch my inch your skin comes on display. You’re just left in your bra as the sweater is flung behind you on your desk chair. You lean your hands behind on your desk, letting Dante stare at your exposed chest. His hands hover your naked waist, but doesn’t touch almost out of reverence.

“Did you think about me?” You tease.

This seems to snap him out of his reverie, he looks into your eyes, “It would be shameful for me to even say what I was thinking about.”

His hands settle on your thighs, forcing them open so he can step through. He watches your expression as his hands slowly migrate up your waist, his thumbs dig under your ribs causing a steep exhale. Settled there, he arches your back as he drags you closer for another kiss. You keep your hands on the desk for anchorage as his hands continue to glide up your ribs. Without the sweater in the way, you can feel the warmth of his hands encompass your breasts through the lace.

He’s shameless as he squeezes them, you moan against his lips, hand holding onto his outstretched arm tightly. You pant softly as he pulls away, leading kisses down your neck. You almost miss the warmth as his hands pull away from your chest, one settles on your waist while the other is placed on your thigh.

He pauses as his fingers dip into your inner thigh, “How attached are you to these?” He asks, fingers pinching and snapping the tights material against your leg.

“Huh?” You breathe out, “Not much?”

The snap and tear of the material makes your eyes widen, you try to close your legs out of habit but can’t with him standing in the middle of them.

He sighs in contentment, staring at the massive hole he’s ripped from your crotch to inner thighs, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You’re a fucking animal,” you chastise.

He smirks wolfishly, “Oh yeah?” His fingers glide over your exposed sensitive skin, inching close to your panties, “What does that make you then?”

Your breathing turns shallow as his thumb brushes over your covered clit. Your hand shoots down to grip his wrist as he keeps rubbing, just barely. The fine sensations are setting you on edge. You want to get even, to wipe that godforsaken smirk off his face.

You reach for his pants but he leans back grabbing your hand with his free one before you can touch, “Nuh uh,” he teases, still circling his thumb, “Not yet,”

You frown incredulously, “What? Why?”

“Ladies first.” He responds, slowly dropping to his knees.

Your legs are pushed open further to accomodate his broad shoulders, your hands grip the edge of the desk as you look down at him. Your skirt is still covering most, but you can see as one hand settles on your inner thigh and the other reaches forward. Deft fingers hook onto the edge of your panties and pull them to the side. The cool air makes you clench, but Dante doesn’t wait as he leans forward.

The feel of his tongue circling your clit makes you moan instantly, nails dig into the edge of the desk as your arch forward against the sensation. You cuss breathlessly and look up at the ceiling with your eyes clenched shut.

“Fuck, should have said something sooner,” you look down at Dante, jaw involuntarily slack as you pant, “Didn’t realise you were so good at this,”

You can see him start to pull away—for some witty remark, of course— but you grip his hair firmly, “Don’t,” you demand, “I don’t need the comment right now, Dante.”

Dante loves a girl that can use her words. Following your command he leans forward and sucks around your clit, the sensation is rough, as sensitive pins spike. Your fingers curl tightly in his hair as you clench your thighs closer around his head.

Dante groans beneath you. You apologise softly and force your legs to relax, but his hands grip the outside of your thighs and push them closer. When your thighs tense, he rewards you with a soft tap.

Good girl.

Noted. You keep your thighs squeezed around his head, and one hand clenched around his silvery strands as he continues to eat you out. One hand sneaks away from your thighs and inches closer to his mouth, without warning his middle finger starts to rub up and down your slit. It’s dripping with your own juices alongside Dante’s saliva.

“Wait,” you gasp, “Wait—”

He slides his finger in with ease. You shiver and curl forward, your hand is pushing down on Dante’s head causing him to lean deeper and it’s all just too much sensation. Your thighs twitch, as his finger slides in and out in timed thrusts, when his index finger aims to join you shake your head and push your palm against his forehead forcing him to dislodge.

His fingers are still moving but he’s breathing with panting breaths as he looks up at you. The light of your office highlights the glistening mixture of fluids of his chin and neck. It’s hard to catch your breath when his fingers curl inside you. Your hand migrates from his hair to his shoulder.

“Dante,” you pant, “You need to—stop,” you gasp.

His free hand grips your thigh for leverage as he stands, towering over you once again.

“Can’t handle it?” He teases, “I don’t know what to tell you doll, I can’t stop until you’re ready. So you’re just going to have to take it.”

The finality of it makes you clench your teeth. Now that he’s standing you can see the clear outline of his cock tenting his pants. You reach forward with haste to unbuckle his pants, this time he allows it as he slips a third finger in. The stretch makes you grapple at his arms for leverage. For a moment he just stands there with his pants undone as you catch your breath. He loves the affect his fingers and mouth are having on you, already imagining future ways he could be better.

With one last deep breath you straighten up again, widening your legs a bit more as you pull him forward by ends of his pants. With unrestricted access, you slide your hand across his boxers, feeling along the covered length. Dante huffs, his hand gripping your thigh at the sensation.

His movements stutter when your fingers pinch softly around the former wet patch on his underwear. The off guard hiss, drives you forward with confidence. You slip your hand underneath and form a tight grip around his cock. His hips twitch forward, fingers withdrawing altogether from your hole to grip your thigh. You can feel the wetness of his fingers through your stockings, as you start to stroke your hand up and down.

Dante mutters words of praise at just about anything you do, every twist, squeeze, and pinch is met with a resounding yes, keep going. As long as your hands are on him, he’s coming undone. He’s near desperate when your fingers circle tightly around the head of his cock, milking every bit of pre-cum he’s capable of without blowing his load altogether.

When you pull his cock out, he hisses as the cool air brushes against sensitive skin. All you can think about is how wet your fingers are starting to get.

“Feel okay, sweetheart?” You whisper with faux concern, the mischievous smile on your face gives your facade up instantly, this is about revenge.

Dante groans, feeling a tad bit helpless—dream scenario to him—under your touch. His hand goes towards your skirt but you slap his hand away before he can retreat under, “Nuh-uh,” you tease, “Not yet,”

He huffs and places it back on your thigh, to accomodate his weight he leans his forehead against yours. Both of you are now watching as you stroke his cock leisurely.

“I will fucking cum like this,” he admits shamelessly.

You smile, “And disappoint me? I thought you were better than that,”

He sighs, cock twitching at the tight upstroke of your hand, “I’m only a man, darling, when are you going to learn that?”

His hands grip harder and drag your legs around his waist. Both of his hands and your free one are resting on the desk behind you for balance. He kisses you hastily, catching you off guard. It’s needy, and desperate, and deep. His tongue dominates your mouth in a sweep causing your hand to pause its movements. With clumsy eagerness you tug him forward until you can feel the head of his cock slide through the slick of your inner thighs, next to your entrance.

Dante bows his head his desperation, his hands grip your hips and tug you forward until you can both feel him slide up and down the wetness.

“Fuck,” you gasp as your clit is rubbed against. You can’t help but wriggle your hips, the sensation is numbing.

“Stop,” he pants, forcing your hips to still with a bruising grip, “Stop moving.”

You twitch impatiently but Dante’s not letting you go anywhere. After a moment of recollection, he shuffles back and removes your hand to replace it with his own. You watch, entranced, as he glides forward. His hands push your skirt up to your hips so he has an unobstructed view as he sinks in.

It’s maddening, how full you feel. The office is quiet save for the panting as you both catch your breath. Dante leads a trail of kisses across your chest as you settle.

“Okay?” He asks gently.

You exhale raggedly, “You’re fucking massive,”

Dante quirks an eyebrow, a satisfied smile on his face. You slap his chest, “Don’t look so happy about it,”

“Is my massive cock an issue?” He asks.

You shake your head incredulously, “Just move,”

“Yes ma’am.”

The first thrust is uncomfortable as you clench tightly around him, but he takes such care as he opens you up nice and slow. The shallow thrusts start to become not enough, more, you demand, and well, Dante is nothing but a follower for you.

He notes what you like most and by the end of it he has you. Fingers are curled in his hair, teeth marks against his bare shoulder from the just right, timing of his thrusts, and your legs trembling around his waist. When you think this is it, the tense curl of your lower stomach is about to snap, his fingers reach to rub against your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry, just hanging on at this point, your fingers tighten against his hair and shoulder as you press closer against his chest, “Too much,”

Dante hums, fraying at the edges himself but just a little more intact than you to keep it together, “Nah, you can take it my love, can’t you?”

He hasn’t called you that since the mission you went on together and it makes you sob, “Fuck, Dante, please,”

Who is he to say no to his girl?

He thrusts in deep, just as you like, and circles your clit faster until you’re clenching and trembling around him. He would give up a lot to see your face right now, but he settles on next time, as he pulls out to cum on your thigh.

He’s satisfied at the mess he’s made on your stockings, a deep fulfilment flooding his chest as he rubs it in with his thumb. You can only look down from his shoulder dazed and mildly disgusted at the mess he’s making.

“You fucking creep,” you mutter.

He tilts your head back, admiring your flushed face and tear stricken cheeks. Your lips twist as he rubs his dirty thumb against your bottom lip, forcing it in your mouth.

“Shh,” he coos pressing his thumb against your thumb to silence your annoyed protest, “Stop acting like you don’t love it.”

You thought it impossible for your face to get anymore red but Dante chuckles. He had so much in store for you.

[martybaker]

There was only one couch

Tfw you cannot find the jayvik fic you crave so you write it yourself 🙃

I also gotta preface this with - I cannot write science talk for the life of me, in my defense they are sleep deprived so if it doesn’t make much sense, it’s not supposed to 🙈

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They’ve been stuck at this problem for hours, any potential paths they managed to come up with immediately shattering after but a couple pokes of logic aimed to test the solidity of their foundations. Like bubbles popped by a child’s finger. Like heated corn kernels. Like dreams of making a difference-

Viktor’s too tired to think in metaphors.

He drops the pencil and swivels in his chair, facing Jayce who’s already draped across their shabby sofa, long legs sticking out from one end, head inclined on the armrest on the side closer to Viktor.

“What if we…build an oven?” Jayce says. “Well not like, an oven, but reverse, a device that could contain the energy and…,” he waves his hands in the air as he talks, as if that would help illustrate his train of thought, “…uhhh, we could more safely work on directing the charges? Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

Viktor chuckles. He doesn’t know why he does, it’s not even particularly funny, the exhaustion must have erased any common sense of his that was left. Yet it’s…comforting to see that same exhaustion mirrored in Jayce. The same dark circles, the same bone deep tiredness weighing him down, the same look of frustration after they’ve been hitting dead ends and running in circles. It’s a shared exhaustion, just like the hard work is shared. Probably should have called it a night hours ago. They both direly need the rest.

“An oven? That would be your hunger speaking, I’m afraid,” Viktor says, reaching for his cane, grinding his teeth to gather the energy to push himself up onto his feet.

“Nah, m’not hungry,” Jayce mumbles. “We had those sandwiches for lunch. Or was it dinner? What time is it even?”

“Too late by all accounts,” Viktor says, taking the few steps towards the couch. He looks at Jayce, who seems glued to the couch and likely is planning to spend the night there. Viktor looks towards the door, but hesitates. The idea of the track across campus to his lodgings really doesn’t sound appealing.

It’s not even that far, the university tried to accommodate Viktor’s needs as best as they could and gave him a room on the ground floor, plus the building is the closest housing to the Engineering department’s laboratories. And yet, today it feels miles away. Damn his leg, damn all the stairs, and damn his hubris for yet again pushing his body beyond its limits, knowing fully well it will backfire ten folds and render him even more useless in the morning.

Jayce notices his hesitation, damn his partner’s bright mind too. He can read Viktor too well, he guesses the reason for his histation despite Viktor’s lack of complaining.

“Oh, do you wanna sleep here? I’ll head home, no problem,” he suggests way too readily, already hoisting himself up onto his elbows.

Viktor tsks and pushes against Jayce’s chest, pushing him back down into the couch.

“Stay,” he hisses. Jayce lives off campus, it would take him much longer to get home. Viktor’s not about to kick him out. And he doesn’t care for compassion either.

Jayce knows this, yet the man cannot help but be kind and caring, and though it irritates Viktor when it's aimed at him, it is also a quality of Jayce’s that he admires. He’s kind to everyone. Meets everyone halfway. Though at times they push too far, and Jayce lets them. Too kind for his own good.

Viktor shakes his head, trying to clean it, the stacked up piles of thoughts seem to have all spilled inside his brain and are rattling around. Rest. He needs to rest.

He looks at Jayce, who is still lying down on the couch, hands raised as if in surrender, big doe eyes staring at Viktor. Was Viktor too cross with him just now? He’s unable to determine. He pats Jayce’s knee in an attempt to smooth over his own prickly temperament.

“I just…I need to take a moment. Before I head out,” he tries. He hopes Jayce won’t insist. He is too tired to come up with reasonable arguments. He doesn’t wanna fight.

But Jayce doesn’t fight, he nods, then he bites his lip and opens his arms.

Hmm.

Viktor considers.

The couch is clearly too small for one grown man, let alone two.

Still it would be more comfortable than the chair.

And Viktor’s not averse to touch. Despite perhaps coming off as such. To everyone, except for Jayce.

It is true that he doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, especially unexpectedly. But he is human and just like anyone else, he has moments when he would welcome touch. Moments when he finds it comforting. And Jayce is a very tactile person. He didn’t hold back from putting a hand on Viktor’s shoulder the very first day they met, and he hasn’t stopped since. Though there was a moment near the beginning of their partnership when someone pointed out Viktor’s (alleged) aversion to touch and Jayce panicked, apologizing profusely for making him uncomfortable, and it took days for Viktor to convince him he really didn’t mind. Because that was the truth, Viktor didn’t mind. Not when it was Jayce.

Of course cuddling on the couch was an entirely different matter.

They’ve never done that before, however, Viktor wasn’t a stranger to the comfort of a warm body next to his either.

From cuddling with his parents for warmth as a kid in one too small bed, to seeking the pleasures of a lover to relieve stress, the warmth of a body next to his undoubtedly had its benefits.

And he and Jayce are friends. It wouldn’t be a big deal.

And so Viktor slowly drops his cane to the floor and lowers one of his knees to the couch, trying to figure out how to arrange himself next to Jayce.

Jayce tries to help but it takes some maneuvering, what with Viktor’s leg and their sleep deprived brains, there are a couple of winces and pointy elbows and just way too many limbs, an “Oof” from Jayce when he earns a knee to his stomach, but eventually Viktor finds himself situated with his back against the back of the couch, his head on Jayce’s chest, right leg on top.

It’s…it’s warm.

It’s nice.

It’s not a big deal.

“Okay?” Jayce checks.

Viktor hums. He can hear Jayce’s heartbeat, feel his breath on his forehead. Smell the musk, the odor of an unshowered body, but he has no right to complain, they both haven’t showered for however many hours or days they’ve been locked in here.

Jayce’s heartbeat and breathing slows, but Viktor cannot slow his racing thoughts. He can feel every point of contact where their bodies are touching. He can feel Jayce’s muscular chest moving under his hand. Jayce’s right hand briefly pets Viktor’s hair before it settles on top of his shoulders. Viktor fights against the urge to burrow closer, to inhale Jayce’s smell, to place Jayce’s hand back into his hair.

Stupid sleep deprived brain. Viktor could have figured such close proximity to a warm body would reduce him to animal instincts. He can only be glad he’s way too sleepy for his nether parts to react as well.

Jayce feels his restlessness. How could he not, pressed so close.

“Viktor,” he whispers, warm breath tickling Viktor’s forehead and despite himself Viktor exhales and melts against that strong chest even more. “You can rest, V, I’ll wake you in a couple of minutes and walk you home.”

My ass you will, Viktor thinks, we’re both gonna fall asleep here, your right side will be completely numb and my back will be killing me tomorrow. He’ll barely be able to stand. But he’s too tired and too comfortable to say any of that now. It’s a Tomorrow Viktor’s problem anyways. This Viktor burrows closer against Jayce’s chest, letting all his worries and all the problems fade, falling into the sweet embrace of sleep.

[lovelykil]

you up?─

ᯓ izuku midoriya

note; wrote this last night and started like 2 more works after that, I never sleep ...

you looked up at your ceiling in the comfort of your warm bed. Except it wasn't really so comfy, and the ceiling was starting to drive you crazy.

you've counted sheep, cats, dogs, pandas, jumping all mights crossing over a fence one by one— and NOTHING !!

you just couldn't seem to drift off into sleep.

looks like Sleepy Land wasn't accepting anymore people.

you flip over to your side and groan lightly, your phone sits on the nightstand, charging. Your eyes move around your dim room, nothing really stood out you've been in this dorm for a couple of months now, it's like your room from your home.

nothing new.

you flip back on your back, sighing in annoyance.

back to that agitating color of gray again.

well.. maybe not for long anymore.

your phone dings suddenly from its place, your eyes are swift as well as your head as you whip it to the side of you. You reach for the device and take it into your hands.

you tap your screen completely unaware that your phone was at full brightness when turned on.

"ah, crap!" You winced, quickly going to fix the brightness and let your eyes adjust as you sit up to rub them.

once they were your eyes flickered slowly, just for a test before going to open your phone again.

you got a message.

izu 🎀

can't sleep?

your pupils dilated, how'd he know? You swiftly looked around your room in suspicion he might be in the dark corners, spying on you like some creep.

you seriously doubt it, but how'd he know?

you write back momentarily.

you ;

are u watching me or smth

izu 🎀 ;

oh no no! I'm asking, but I guess I was right

your cheeks flush lightly, embarrassed. Okay he wasn't watching you just asked a question. But why? You turn your attention back to your phone, curiosity getting the better of you.

you ;

oh, well yeah I can't sleep why

you patiently wait for his response back, your eyes glued to your screen with your flushed rosy cheeks. what could this boy possibly want at 2 in the morning...

izu 🎀 ;

typing. . .

your heart skips a beat, watching that message bubble appear to only disappear within seconds. Your heart sinks, and the sparkle in your eyes fades as well. You rest your thumbs on the sides of your phone case staring at the messages between you and him, conflicted.

he sure does know how to keep you on your toes that's for sure.

you were about to give up on this idiotic nerd and grumble at his teasing behavior before he actually responded back. Your phone was still in your grasp about to turn it off— when you saw his text.

izu 🎀 ;

do you want to come to my dorm? We can be sleep less together?..

your cheeks were as hot as some freshly prepared hot chocolate, your smile was so giddy and nervous you forgot to even reply as you immediately jumped off your bed to find your slippers.

you were so excited the sleep inside you died out, but in all honesty, it was pretty much dead anyway. You slipped on your comfy sliders and reached for your phone. You ran to the door and opened it, your fingers vigorously tapped on the screen.

you ;

on the way 🎀

izu felt like he just had pushed the heaviest boulder off his chest and could FINALLY breathe. It took him all his might to send that text, it sounded so lame but he didn't know what else to say.. nonetheless it worked. He placed his phone on the nightstand beside him and blushed profusely into his hands, that nervous smile made his tummy twist with butterflies.

you were going to his dorm! he was going to finally have a girl in his dorm, the girl he really likes... in his dorm !!!

[ihaznoclue]

Nicole demara, Grace howard, and Koldea belabog with a boyfriend who's a gadgeteer genius and regularly comes up with ideas that seem foolish or impossible, but once he makes them they always end up working and are actually super useful/handy.

Pairings -> Nicole Demara x Male Reader, Grace Howard x Male Reader, Koldea Belobog x Male Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is a gadgeteer genius and regularly comes up with ideas which seems impossible but it always ends up working

Genre -> Fluff

NICOLE DEMARA

First impression is that Nicole initially believed that you were a con - artist, how could that a strange someone who was her boyfriend use duct tape and a whisk to create something useful

You prove her wrong and she is both shocked and irritated a little as she had doubted you

She also loves the chaos, you're essentially a walking surprise box and she thrives on it

The next day, you literally make toast explode on command and the day after that, you give her a holographic projector that can imitate enemy silhouettes and she loves it

She uses your gadgets in her missions which Nicole testes on

And it explodes successfully as you smile innocently as you watched that happen

GRACE HOWARD

The couple that are both geniuses with ideas, she initially thinks your approaches are a little out of the ordinary

But Grace is a mechanic and a engineer, she works on her machines in her spare time

She gradually recognises trends in your insanity as your devices follow a logic that only you can comprehend

But after a while, you two collaborate with each other meaning she will provide comments to your works to improve

She puts her head on your shoulder and offers you coffee during lengthy tinkering sessions as you recount the crazy concepts that has happened and know that you need a break

KOLEDA BELOBOG

She believes that you are crazy with your ideas saying that this is the dumbest thing she has ever heard from you in a while

She then sees your prototype by using a bowling pin to knock out a charging Ethereal and she would look dumb-founded

She doesn't use her words much and if a device malfunctions or catches on fire, she will yell and then assist in fixing it with you

You create her equipment such as her boots that lessen impact damage and reinforced gloves that realise shockwaves

She acts tough as though she is somewhat now unimpressed but you know she is impressed by the end of seeing what inventions do

-A<3

[covid-safer-hotties]

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Could we develop a covid test breathalyzer? This is a study of one such device!

Abstract The SARS-CoV-2 coronavirus emerged in 2019 causing a COVID-19 pandemic that resulted in 7 million deaths out of 770 million reported cases over the next 4 years. The global health emergency called for unprecedented efforts to monitor and reduce the rate of infection, pushing the study of new diagnostic methods. In this paper, we introduce a cheap, fast, and non-invasive COVID-19 detection system, which exploits only exhaled breath. Specifically, provided an air sample, the mass spectra in the 10–351 mass-to-charge range are measured using an original micro and nano-sampling device coupled with a high-precision spectrometer; then, the raw spectra are processed by custom software algorithms; the clean and augmented data are eventually classified using state-of-the-art machine-learning algorithms. An uncontrolled clinical trial was conducted between 2021 and 2022 on 302 subjects who were concerned about being infected, either due to exhibiting symptoms or having recently recovered from illness. Despite the simplicity of use, our system showed a performance comparable to the traditional polymerase-chain-reaction and antigen testing in identifying cases of COVID-19 (that is, 95% accuracy, 94% recall, 96% specificity, and 92% F1-score). In light of these outcomes, we think that the proposed system holds the potential for substantial contributions to routine screenings and expedited responses during future epidemics, as it yields results comparable to state-of-the-art methods, providing them in a more rapid and less invasive manner.

[holy-politics-batman]

How Peter Duton has consistently Voted in parliament

Spoiler: He hates you Not everything is terrible, but holy shit it gets bad and a lot of it is bad (Source at the bottom)

Voted for:

A citizenship test

A plebiscite on the carbon pricing mechanism (Remove the tax on carbon)

A same-sex marriage plebiscite (plebiscite means to get rid of)

An Australian Building and Construction Commission (ABCC)

Carbon Farming Initiative Amendment Bill 2014

Charging postgraduate research students fees

Civil celebrants having the right to refuse to marry same-sex couples

Compensating victims of overseas terrorism since the September 11 attack

Decreasing availability of welfare payments

Deregulating undergraduate university fees (Removing any restrictions on the amount that universities can charge students for tuition)

Drug testing welfare recipients

Getting rid of Sunday and public holiday penalty rates

Greater control over items brought into immigration detention centres

Having a referendum on whether to create an Indigenous Voice to Parliament (To be fair he also did recently have a trantrum because he didn't want to stand infrount of the Aboriginal flag, so)

Increasing eligibility requirements for Australian citizenship

Government administered paid parental leave

Increasing indexation of HECS-HELP debts (HECS-HELP is basically student loans)

Increasing state and territory environmental approval powers

Increasing the cost of humanities degrees (Humanities include: History, Geography, Philosophy, Religion, Citizenship, Economics, Business, ect)

Increasing the price of subsidised medicine

Prioritising religious freedom

Privatising government-owned assets

Putting welfare payments onto cashless debit cards (or indue cards) on a temporary basis as a trial

Recognising local government in the Constitution

Reducing the corporate tax rate

Senate electoral reform

Stopping people who arrive by boat from ever coming to Australia

Temporary Exclusion Orders

Temporary protection visas

The territories being able to legalise euthanasia

Turning back asylum boats when possible

A combined Federal Circuit and Family Court of Australia

Banning mobiles and other devices in immigration detention

Increasing scrutiny of unions

Implementing refugee and protection conventions

Putting welfare payments onto cashless debit cards (or indue cards) on an ongoing basis

Privatising certain government services

Voluntary student union fees

Increasing funding for road infrastructure

Increasing the initial tax rate for working holiday makers to 19%

Increasing the Medicare Levy to pay for the National Disability Insurance Scheme

Making more water from Murray-Darling Basin available to use

The Coalition's new schools funding policy ("Gonski 2.0")

The Intervention in the Northern Territory

Voted against:

A carbon price

A minerals resource rent tax

A Royal Commission into Violence and Abuse against People with Disability

A transition plan for coal workers

Banning pay secrecy clauses

Capping gas prices

Carbon farming

Considering legislation to create a federal anti-corruption commission (procedural)

Considering motions on Gaza (2023-24) (procedural)

Criminalising wage theft

Decreasing the private health insurance rebate

Doctor-initiated medical transfers for asylum seekers

Ending illegal logging

Ending immigration detention on Manus Island

Extending government benefits to same-sex couples

Federal action on public housing

Federal government action on animal & plant extinctions

Increasing availability of abortion drugs

Increasing consumer protections

Increasing funding for university education

Increasing housing affordability

Increasing investment in renewable energy

Increasing legal protections for LGBTI people

Increasing marine conservation

Increasing penalties for breach of data

Increasing political transparency

Increasing protection of Australia's fresh water

Increasing restrictions on gambling

Increasing scrutiny of asylum seeker management

Increasing support for the Australian film and TV industry

Increasing support for the Australian shipping industry

Increasing the diversity of media ownership

Increasing trade unions' powers in the workplace

Increasing transparency of big business by making information public

Market-led approaches to protecting biodiversity

Net zero emissions by 2035

Re-approving/ re-registering agvet chemicals (Agvet chemicals protect crops and livestock)

Removing children from immigration detention

Reproductive bodily autonomy

Requiring every native title claimant to sign land use agreements

Restricting donations to political parties

Restricting foreign ownership

Same-sex marriage equality

Stem cell research

Stopping tax avoidance or aggressive tax minimisation

The Australian Renewable Energy Agency (ARENA)

The Carbon Pollution Reduction Scheme

The Paris Climate Agreement

Tobacco plain packaging

Transgender rights

Treating the COVID vaccine rollout as a matter of urgency

Mix

Reducing tax concessions for high socio-economic status

Increasing competition in bulk wheat export

Mostly Yes

Speeding things along in Parliament (procedural)

Unconventional gas mining

A character test for Australian visas

Increasing or removing the Government debt limit

Regional processing of asylum seekers

Mostly No

Increasing the age pension

Net zero emissions by 2050

Suspending the rules to allow a vote to happen (procedural)

Vehicle efficiency standards

Increasing support for rural and regional Australia

Letting all MPs or Senators speak in Parliament (procedural)

Source

https://theyvoteforyou.org.au/people/representatives/dickson/peter_dutton

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TMNT LEOSAGI AU

FIND ME IN THE FUTURE

Chapter 4: Failed experiment

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There it was, one possibility. Leo tried to fight against the idea, as it was a long shot but it was the last glimpse of hope. He swept aggressively the tears that had formed up after thinking about Usagi and their last some-what happy conversation. Usagi had gave the crystals for a reason. It had to be. He knew something was gonna happen.

We are here for you.

Leo decided it was time to face Donnie.

Of course Donnie was still awake at 3 am. Leo had always nagged him about it even though he did exactly the same thing. 

“Leo! What are you doing up?” Donnie said, not even pretending to hide his half-done gadget. 

Leo was hesitant for a second. What if Donnie couldn’t help him? The hope was holding him together and he was afraid what would happen if he had to let go.

“Donnie. I need a dimension portal.”

“What now?”

“I need it as fast as possible.”

“Do you think they grow on trees?”

“Well, probably they grow in crops if I’ve understood Usagi correctly but that’s not important right now. I need a dimension portal.”

So this was the moment his brother had completely lost himself, Donnie thought. But he couldn’t lie to himself – a dimension portal sounded so freaking cool.

“It would take a long time, Leo. I need to find… well, first of all, some scientific proof that multiverse exists and then a to find a fuel source-”

Leo opened a little bag with turquoise stones and threw them on the table.

“These are how Usagi travelled to here. At least I think so. You can start from this.”

“Where did you-”

Leo looked at the floor, fists clenching the bag.

“I got them from Usagi.”

Donnie took one of them carefully in his hands. 

“They look like the material from his necklace.”

Leo’s heart was pounding in his chest.

“He… He said that they are what the Realm is protecting. He said they cultivated blue crystals when he was a kid. Could it… could they be to used for teleportation?” Leo asked, full of hope and fear. Please. Please, please, please.

Donnie put the crystal back on the table and gave Leo a pitiful look. He sighed.

“I… It could. It might. He never told you?”

“I guess I never asked.”

“You never asked how he got here?” Donnie couldn’t believe his brother. How he could not ask about it? Donnie had to always come up with an impossible project to keep his mind occupied every time Usagi came to visit just not to ask him about his realm.

“It was irrelevant to me.” Leo felt like an idiot. But back then it didn’t matter. Usagi came from a blue portal and that’s it. “Why didn’t you ask? You are the geek.”

“You specifically asked me not to ask invasive questions about his home planet or himself because you thought he would feel uncomfortable.”

“And you actually never did? Even when I wasn’t around?”

“Of course not. I promised.”

“Thanks”, Leo said, feeling gratitude to his brother. Even though this one time it would have helped not to listen to him.

Donnie stared at the crystals intensely.

“I will look into them but I won’t promise anything. These crystals could be just for decoration.”

“I know you can figure it out.”

“Thanks for the pressure.”

When Donnie got the portal machine running after a couple of months, Leo could not think straight. It had been so long that who knew what had happened to Usagi. He could’ve been killed for all he knew.

“We should do couple of test runs”, Donnie said when they all stood next to the brand new machine.

“Test runs? You said it’s working, right?” Leo said.

“Yeah, it works but-”

“We can test it to go to Usagi’s realm”, Leo said. “We have wasted enough time.”

Donnie didn’t want to argue longer. Leo had been a pain in everyone’s butt for months and Donnie was getting tired of it. Leo didn’t listen to anyone when he had the attitude.

Donnie gave everyone a little square machine with the little turquoise stone.

“These are portal devices to create portals”, Donnie said and gave everyone one. “They each have a portal stone that is charged by the big machine over here. You can do few jumps from one place to another with these without them needing to be charged but I still haven’t tested how many exacted.”

“I have the one that’s connected to the rest of them so we can do simultaneous teleportation together. One crystal is meant for one person to use and it does not hold the portal for that long so that’s why everyone has their own. So don’t test them. I don’t want any of us to end up in any random realm.”

Donnie gave Leo a long look.

“I can do this by myself”, Leo said and crossed his arms. He was going to do this now, no matter Donnie said.

“We promised to help”, Mikey said. “So that’s what we’re doing.”

Donnie set the coordinates and the portal machine started to glow. They stepped on the machine and the glittering light covered them. When it disappeared, they had appeared in the middle of a blood covered battlefield.

They had ended up somewhere dark, where the only source of light came from the bright blue nebula above. The ground was covered in gray dust that made the lungs hurt. 

They were surrounded by different kind of mammals standing on two feet, fighting with katanas, knives and bos against what Leo could only describe as straight from a horror film. The shadowy creatures did not have a clear shape, they moved through the air, slashing their opponents, leaving them screaming on the ground. Leo felt uneasy looking at them. 

Fuck.

“What happened?” Leo yelled and drew his katanas.

“I- I don’t know”, Donnie yelled and dodged an arrow. “I- I need to recalibrate. Shield me.”

Neither side cared if they were a foe or a friend. The turtles were attacked immediately. Leo kept his stand to protect Donnie but Mikey and Raph were getting pulled further away to fight.

“We are on some kind of crossroad section”, Donnie yelled, trying to make the numbers on his little carry-on machine to make sense. “There’s a lot of the same energy in here as these crystals so maybe that’s what confused the machine. We are not that far off tho. I think some of these people here might be from Usagi’s realm…”

“For fucks sake Donnie”, Leo couldn’t hold his frustration in as he kicked a leopard to the ground. The leopard in blue-red costume got back up and attacked again, forcing Leo further away from Donnie who looked at him, very much insulted. 

“You blaming me?” Donnie’s cheeks started to burn red. “What the fuck. I said we needed to calibrate.”

“Well I thought you meant that we would end up few miles off but not in an entirely wrong fuckin planet!” Leo yelled as he dodged the leopard’s attack and hit them on the head, so it passed out on the ground.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were so stupid to not understand that”, Donnie spitted. “I’m sick of your nonsense, Leo. Get a hold of yourself.”

Leo was ready strike back but he felt a push and something cold touched his shoulder. He turned around and faced the shadowy creature, standing in front of him, staring with its white bottomless eyes. Leo couldn’t breath.

The heavy feeling from his heart poured to every inch of his body. The failure, the fear that had kept piling on for months. He would lose. Everything. He would never find Usagi. He had brought his brothers to their grave. They couldn’t get out of there alive and it was all because of him. 

He would never find peace.

Lightning struck the air, covering everything in blue light. The force of the strike made Leo fall to the ground and he couldn’t believe what he saw. It had struck Donatello. Leo felt weak, powerless, he almost couldn’t get back up.

“Don!” Leo cried. He heard his brothers yelling from the distance. Donatello’s body was laying on the ground, smoke lingering from his body. No, no, no, no. Leo ran as fast as he could, using his sword on everything that was in his way. 

“Don, Don, please be alive, please”, Leo was afraid to touch his brother, who was covered in wounds. But he was breathing. For now.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry”, Leo said, trying to calm his racing head. “We will get you home.”

Blood, so much blood. Leo could smell the burn.

“Raph! Mikey!” Leo yelled. “We have to go!” He couldn’t see them, but he heard them agreeing. “O-okay Donnie, what do we do? How- how we get home?”

Leo felt the tears forming. Fuck. How could he let this happen? Donnie had not explained how to get back home. 

Mikey and Raph had reached them finally, covered in blood and bruises. They couldn’t do anything but try to fight off the people attacking them.

Leo took the portal device from Donnie and looked at it. There was an extra button with a home symbol on it. Leo felt a sense of relief.

Thank god Donnie knew they were a bunch of idiots.

They got home, everything was loud, rushed. Master Splinter took care of Donnie with Mikey and April. Leo wanted to go inside but Raph stopped him.

“I don’t think it’s good for you to be there right now.”

Leo wanted to argue with him but there was no point. It was still hard to think straight. His mind was on the battlefield. 

Leo sat down on the ground, his heart pounding heavy like he was still running. Raph stood next to him. The tension was insufferable.

Raph opened his mouth.

“You know master Splinter has always been worried about Usagi.”

“What?”

“Is that big of a surprise for you? Well, I guess he hid it pretty well from you since you would have not listened in the first place.”

“Why are you telling this now?”

“Because I want you to stop this shit. Master Splinter is right. Usagi comes from a world we don’t know. He is a trained soldier. You have to stop this nonsense before one of us dies. We don’t know him.”

“I know him.”

“Do you? Do you really or are you just that delusional?”

“Shut up already.”

“No I fuckin’ won’t before you get it in your thick head. If you really knew him and he could be trusted, he would’ve told about that betrayal plan. He knew you would’ve helped him but he did what he fuckin’ did. ”

The anger was burning through Leo but he couldn’t get up. It hurt to hear what everybody really thought about Usagi.

“You have nothin’ to say?” Raph spitted.

“Not to you.”

After so many painful hours waiting, April finally came to announce that Donnie was going to live. 

“He’s just now unconscious and highly medicated. He’s gonna be in pain for a long time. And who knows what that amount of electricity did to his nervous system.”

Leo went inside the room and took a look at Donatello, covered in bandages and all kind of tubes. The worst had not happened. Not yet. 

Master Splinter was sitting next to him, looking at Don with a concern. He turned his head only when Leo started to talk.

“I need to talk to you, master Splinter”, Leo said. The initial anger had already faded and he started to feel numb from all the emotions. Master Splinter got up to his shaky legs.

“You are right, my son. But not here, we need to let Donatello rest. Let’s go to my meditation room.”

“So, what did you want to talk about?” master Splinter said calmly as they sat down. 

“Is it true that you hate Usagi?”

Master Splinter was not shaken by the question. It was like he knew it was coming.

“Hate is a strong word, my son and I would use it more carefully. I never hated him but also, I never truly trusted him. First, not because of his character: he was as innocent boy as you were. But the environment he was raised in shaped what kind of man he grew up to be. The realm is not something to take slightly. It is a strict military society and the citizens are known to be loyal to their realm.”

“Usagi is different. He always said he hated being there.”

“People there are told from a very young age that they need to protect their realm and die for it. Even the most determined mind can fold under enough pressure, my son. He may have realized how strong and dangerous you had become and that the best for his realm was to eliminate you and the rest of us. He may have not be able to kill you yourself but he put his feelings aside to make somebody else kill you. Only a person with a heart of ice could do that.”

“You don’t know that. I have to save him.”

“I order you to stay.”

Leo looked at him, shocked.

“I know what you want to do. But you’re going down your old path, my son”, Master Splinter’s words cut like the blade. Leo could barely look at his father’s disappointed face.

“You are not to order me anymore. You’ve made it clear enough for years now that I’m the one taking the responsibility of everyone. I am the head of this house. I make the calls.”

“I may have miscalculated the level of responsibility you were ready to take on, my son. I thought encounters with Shredder had thought you enough. You are doing horrible decisions and not thinking about the consequences for your family.”

Leo stared at his father. It was like every word coming from his mouth was meant to break the last pieces of his soul. But he did not feel anger. He did not feel sadness. There was just the unpleasant truth in front of him.  

“Usagi is my family”, Leo said as he stood up, looking down on his father. He walked away, went to his room and packed rushly the few items he thought he might need. He needed nothing. He deserved nothing.

He went to the portal machine and avoided Raph and Mikey. They would try to stop him. No matter how much they hated him, they wouldn’t let him leave to a whole other realm alone. He could not stand to see Mikey even though he would’ve needed that one last hug from him. But he couldn’t bare anything else happen to them, not because of him.

The machine wasn’t hard to set up. Donnie had left some manuals laying around. Leo tried to find the other crystals to take them with him but couldn’t find them. Others probably still had them on. Leo packed the manuals in his backpack so at least Raph and Mikey couldn’t immediately follow him.

He took a last look on the door and imagined his brothers in the living room. They would manage.

He had to keep everyone he loved safe. That’s what he had to do. That was his purpose. To save everyone. Alone.

Goodbye, Earth. 

THE END OF ISSUE 1

I hope you enjoyed the first 4 chapters :) Let's see how Leo will manage to survive in the realm in the next issue!

[wheeboo]

meet cute: the pier | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which you choose to go to the pier for a solo date, not expecting to capture a cute man in the middle of your photograph. PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader GENRE: fluff, meet cute, first meetings, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 2.2k

notes: welcome to your meet cute with jeonghan!

← MEET CUTE MASTERLIST for the 1k celebration !

...the pier!

You barely remember the last time you had went to the pier. Just thinking about the times you climbed down to shore as the salty breeze messes your hair brings a wave of nostalgia of the summers you spent building sandcastles and collecting seashells on the white sands. A lot has probably changed since you last went, and the thought of bringing your camera along with you makes your heart swell with excitement.

Rummaging through your belongings to find your camera, you feel your fingers brush against the cool metal and smooth leather of the familiar device. The anticipation grows as you turn it on and test its functions, ensuring to see that it was charged enough before strapping it securely around your neck.

With your camera now hanging comfortably around your neck, you set out on your solo date to the pier. The weather is more than perfect, a fresh, gentle breeze carrying the scent of salt, and you notice you might be able to capture the perfect picture of the sunset gracing the horizon if you linger for just some time longer.

As the pier comes into view, the small, calm waves hitting the weathered planks below beckons you to come closer. The wood creaks beneath your feet as you walk, and you notice the changes that have taken place since your last visit, which was... some time long ago𑁋perhaps a few years back? You hardly remember.

New shops and cafés have been added around the area, their vibrancy adding a touch of modernity to the rustic allure of the pier. You see children run past you with large sticks of candy floss and ice cream, their laughter and giggles carried away by the wind. Couples stroll by holding hands and stealing affectionate glances under the dimly-lit overhead lamps.

Deciding to treat yourself to a snack first, you approach a nearby churros stand, drawn by the sweet aroma of freshly fried dough and cinnamon sugar being prepared with care. The line isn't too long, and as you wait your turn, you can't help but overhear snippets of conversations from the people around you𑁋like potential vacation plans for the next year, a few children whining about how they don't want to leave just yet, and shared moments of laughter.

"Uh, just one set of churros, please," You tell the worker and watch as they expertly maneuver the churros in the hot oil. The sizzle and the delicious smell make your mouth water.

Soon enough, the golden-brown treats are handed over to you in small bag, and you express your thank you, have a good day before casually strolling away from the stand with your churros in hand, feasting quietly on the way down the pier.

You politely greet some people as they briefly meet eyes with yours, a faint smile to your face as you quietly trudge to the end of the pier. The sun only continues to lower in your view, a contented sigh leaving your lips as the right amount of sweetness hits your tastebuds.

Finding a peaceful spot away from the crowds, you settle down on a wooden bench to capture the sunset beginning to unfold before you. Like a canvas, the colours in the sky blend seamlessly𑁋hues of pink, orange, and yellow painting a scene that seems almost otherworldly.

Setting your now eaten bag of churros to the side, you grasp your camera around your neck and turn it on before bringing the lens up to your eye. The beauty of the sunset comes into focus, each shade and hue illuminated by the descending sun. Your fingers move expertly over the camera's controls, adjusting settings to capture the perfect set of pictures.

Click after click, you freeze time, commemorating each passing moment as the sun dips lower into the horizon and the sky transforms.

Lowering your camera back down, you click through the countless photos you've taken. And its within this moment that you notice a small figure perched at the very end of the pier in some of your photographs. When you bring the camera back up to your eyes, you see that it's a man. His back is facing you, seemingly leaning over the wooden railing in thought and gazing out towards the vast ocean waters, with strands of his dark hair being blown by the wind.

Intrigued, you adjust your camera's zoom lens to capture a shot of his silhouette against the backdrop of the sunset. The camera clicks before you can think, capturing the moment without hesitation. When you bring your camera back down, your mouth opens in pure awe. The result is stunning, like a solitary figure lost in contemplation; it's a perfect addition to your collection of candid photographs.

You decide to take more pictures, finding your camera lowering ever so slightly after every few pictures to the mysterious man, even though you were more focused on taking pictures of the sky. But you can't shake off your curious thoughts.

However, as your camera momentarily slips out of focus, the man starts to turn around unbeknownst to you. You lower your camera back down in frustration to adjust the settings, and when you bring it back up to your eye, you're met with a surprise𑁋the man is now facing you.

Well, not exactly, more like facing past you?

It's with this that you get a glimpse of his face in the camera. Though a bit blurry, you're able to somewhat make out his features. His hair had become tousled from the wind, a small smile to his face that pronounces his cheekbones. He's cute, is the first thing that pops into your head.

Even if he wasn't looking at you, you immediately bring your camera down in guilt, a small blush crawling up your face. Your heart races as you realise you've accidentally captured an image of his face. You didn't mean to, and you certainly didn't expect to be struck by how handsome he is. Embarrassment and curiosity wash over you as you glance in his direction, seeing that he had turned back around to face out to the water again.

You bite your bottom lip conflictingly. On one hand, you feel a bit intrusive for capturing his image (and the other candid pictures) without his knowledge. On the other hand, there's a spark of intrigue𑁋a small voice inside you encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone and strike up a conversation.

The decision lingers in your thoughts, and after a few moments, you finally take a deep breath and muster your courage to stand up. You hang your camera back around your neck and throw away your empty bag of churros before slowly making your way to the end of the pier.

You listen to the waves hitting the shore below, hoping that it will settle the fast pace of your heart. It does just a little bit, but when you find yourself just a comfortable distance away from him, it begins to quicken once again.

And then you clear your throat. "Um... excuse me?"

Your voice catches his attention, and you watch as he turns around and locks eyes with you, which makes all your words swallow back nervously in your throat.

"I... I happened to have taken a few photos back there and noticed you were in some of them," You continue awkwardly. "and I was wondering if that's okay with you?"

His gaze holds a mix of curiosity and amusement as he listens to the way you stumble over your words. Then his lips curl into a playful grin.

"Ah, you mean you've been secretly photographing me this whole time?" There's a cheeky tone to his voice as he asks.

You feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, and you nod sheepishly. "Well, uh... not just you, I was trying to take pictures of the sunset, but yes, sort of𑁋I'm really sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to invade your privacy or anything."

He chuckles softly. "It's completely okay. Don't worry about it."

Some embarrassment still tingles at your skin, but his carefree attitude eases your nerves away. "If you want, I can delete them."

He tilts his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Actually, I'm quite flattered. Wouldn’t want that hard work to go to waste." Then a subtle smirk crosses his lips. "It's not everyday that you turn into someone else's muse, you know?"

You can't help but smile at his response as you settle right next to him, letting an arm stretch over the railing as if you were commanding the water below. "Well, I'm glad you're not mad about it."

He looks out towards the water, the last remnants of the setting sun casting a warm glow on his features. A brief silence settles between as you turn on your camera once again to catch a few more photos, yet you feel the man's eyes on you, and it's enough to make your hands feel a bit unsteady.

Breaking the silence, he finally speaks, "Since you've taken some photos of me, would you... like some taken of you too?"

You swear you nearly lose grip on your camera as you lower it back down and turn to face him. He gestures a look to the camera in your hands.

"I... Really? You'd do that?" You ask, some reluctance holding you back.

His smile deepens. "Of course, I would. Besides, it's only fair, right? It's just us here, anyway."

The last bit of his words make your heart race. You've always been more comfortable behind the camera, but there's something about him that puts you at ease.

With a shy nod, you hand him your camera. He takes it from your grasp, your fingers lightly brushing against each other, and turns it so the lens was facing you before taking a few steps backward. As he adjusts the settings, you find yourself stealing glances at his concentrated expression.

Finally, he looks up from the camera's viewfinder, gaze locking with yours. "Ready?"

You nod, trying to suppress any lingering nervousness with a small smile as he raises the camera and starts capturing some photos with a click.

"Relax your shoulders a bit. Perfect. Now look out toward the water. That's it, you're doing great," he instructs, but you don't catch the incredibly quiet pretty that leaves his lips.

As the camera clicks, you feel the awkwardness seep away. With each shot, you feel a little more comfortable in your own skin. You swear he's taking more photos than you did of him, but you don't seem to mind that much.

"Turn your head a bit to the left. Great, now look back at me with one last smile," he suggests, and you follow his directions willingly, the natural curves of your lips turning into a soft smile.

You steal a few glances at him while he works. His focus is unwavering, eyes fixed on you through the lens. It's a strange feeling—being the centre of someone's attention like this𑁋but with him, it feels surprisingly comfortable.

"Done." He lowers the camera back down. "Want to see the photos?"

You roll your eyes playfully, having the urge to counter his teasing from before. "Well, it's my camera, you know."

He chuckles at your response and hands the camera back to you, and you eagerly scroll through the photos he took. And... they're beautiful𑁋capturing moments of candor and smiles you hardly believe to be you. It's amazing how he managed to make you feel so relaxed in front of the camera.

"Wow, these... these are really good," You say in awe.

He shrugs modestly. "The camera loves you. You're quite a natural."

You feel your cheeks warm up to his compliment, and you mindlessly scroll through all the photos you've taken today, all while his gaze lingers on you for a few moments.

"I'm Jeonghan, by the way."

Tearing your eyes away from the camera, you look back up at him warmly. "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeats your name wholeheartedly, as if savouring the sound of it on his lips. "Well, Y/N, may I accompany you back down the pier? It's getting late."

This makes you look around to notice that the pier was indeed beginning to empty out of people, and you turn back to Jeonghan with a hint of hope. All it takes is a glance before you both start to make your way back along the pier, the sound of the waves accompanying your steps.

As you walk side by side, the conversation flows effortlessly. You share your hobbies, interests, and the little pieces of your life that bring you joy. You revel the shocked look to his face when you tell him you're not an actual photographer and just an amateur who takes photos as a hobby, revealing you're studying literature while learning he's studying political science.

When you reach the end of the pier, you feel a bittersweet feeling course through you. But just as you're about to voice your thoughts, he beats you to it.

"Would it be too forward of me to ask for your number?"

For the first time, you swear there's a hint of nervousness in his face that makes him more endearing. Your heart flutters as his request hangs in the air.

"Not at all," You reply, your own nervousness mixing with excitement. "I'd really like that, actually."

"Great," Jeonghan grins as he hands you his phone, and you type in your number in his contacts. "because I was hoping to, perhaps... take you out sometime?"

If it was possible for your heart to burst, than that is what you felt that same moment.

"I... I'd love to," You respond, a smile lighting up your face.

"Perfect," he grins. "I'll text you the details."

notes: this ended up a bit longer than i thought, but as u can tell i wrote this while craving churros

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The Camp Fam as Raptor Hybrids (Prompt?)

Am is fishing for fanfics in the hope someone takes the bait? Yes. Do I care? No.

What happens when a scientist is left on the dinosaur infested island, isolated, unsupervised, unregulated, and free to experiment with anything she wants? Well she starts going a bit mad.

She’s determined to find a way to make herself able to survive, and comes up with a perfect plan, but it’s a ludicrous idea to try it on herself, at least without a series of trials!

Then a set of six perfect test subjects falls in her lap.

Cue the kids getting kidnapped, trapped and then experimented on, and then afterwards going through a series of ‘trials’ to test their ability to survive in these new forms. Including several fights against the islands predators, which end in several series injuries.

Thankfully, or not, when the Scorpius Rex escapes and the other dinosaurs begin to freak out, the Ankylosaurus herd break through the facility they are being held in, and the Camp Fam escape.

The ‘pic’ is after the kids find the Poacher couple’s boat, and when they have the beach day, before they Realize the Scorpius Rex is loose.

I’m

Now onto my other ideas, include or exclude at your own preference:

1) The Camp Fam can be like werewolf shifters, changing between human and half-raptor, or whatever. In order to circumvent some issues.

Ie: if someone hears about the ability to make hybrid soldiers they will do anything in their power to get their hands on the perfect weapon, so yes the kids would most likely either choose to stay on the island to protect themselves from that fate, or would get kidnapped by the government if they go home looking like this.

2) The sudden anti-humanizing of Kenji can severely affect how everything in Mantah Corp goes down, instead of seeing Dinosaurs as just animals, he suddenly is just like them, if his father knew, what would he do to Kenji or his friends? Kenji would be much more likely to either not betray them, or to fake it until he can get them out.

3) There will be pack dynamics, and part of that is fighting for the ‘alpha’ position. I can see Kenji and Darius getting into a Huge fight over Dr. Wu’s laptop, and I can definitely see the story changing if Kenji wins, bc then he’s in charge, at least according to their instincts. I can also see some sweet things happening bc of the instincts as well. The alpha and Beta are supposed to eat last (they only survive as long as the pack survives) they become even more highly protective of their pack, like even dangerously so.

4) Brooklynn losses her leg and Ben an arm, and the two create their own prosthetics together and it’s chaos, they’ll have hidden compartments filled with weapons, food, and recording devices. They even use it to hide stuff from the others for pranks.

5) they can make noises at a level humans cannot hear, and will constantly ‘click’ back at each other to communicate. This helps with making sure everyone is there even when they aren’t seen, just a comfort blanket for them basically

6) if the kids go back/stay on Nublar, they will befriend Blue, and she cannot decide if she likes these uncanny-valley creatures or not, but dammit will she accept an invite into a pack. I can see her being called Auntie/Tia and she is constantly on them for behaving ‘too human’ they don’t often join her on hunts, but do teach her the amazing art of fishing. Who knows, perhaps during Fallen Kingdom they are all adopted by Owen and Claire with Maisie.

7) my personal favorite: Kenji now likes to wear skirts in his new form, the reason being that he cannot stand the modified pants he has to wear with a tail, they are really constricting. So when Brooklynn and Sammy want to make a supply run for more comfortable clothes, he goes along with and finds himself getting his own. (Yaz doesn’t like running in skirts, so modifies a bathing suit, she made it a partially open back and put in bottoms to hold it closed, and uses a belt for extra protection.)

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MATUZAN LAW

Laws can differ greatly between different Matuzan holds, but the following laws apply to all of them.

Nobility:

-Matuzu Kingdom is a monarchy. The High Ruler must be an heir of the last High King and Queen.

-Monsters are not eligible to rule any Matuzan hold or the kingdom itself.

Education:

-Basic schooling is free and mandatory for all Matuzan citizens. Basic arcane schooling is free to all citizens up to a certain age. College is not free, but scholarships are available from the government.

Social Welfare: 

-All species and sexes may own property and bank accounts.

-All Matuzan citizens are entitled to a minimum wage, though this amount differs by hold.

-Marriage is permitted between all peoples, no matter their sex or species. Marrying more than one spouse is illegal, but dating more than one person is legal and not uncommon in this kingdom.

-Any species, same-sex couples, and single parents may adopt children of any type. However, parents must meet strict income requirements and their home must meet certain conditions.

-Disabled and elderly citizens are entitled to welfare in the form of quarterly cash stipends.

-Immigrants must be processed through a Matuzan embassy before they can earn citizenship. Prospective immigrants must either pay a large fine, or else spend three years living and working in a government work camp. They must also pass an extensive citizenship test.

Religion: 

-All citizens are free to practice any religion of their choosing, so long as their religious rituals abide by the laws of the hold.

Censorship: 

-Media which depicts graphic animal cruelty, child pornography, or directly encourages terrorist acts is prohibited.

-Matuzans enjoy freedom of speech, and are free to criticize their leadership without legal consequence.

Military: 

-Citizens of any species and sex may join the military, so long as they can pass a physical exam.

Slavery: 

-Slavery is illegal in most Matuzan holds, but may still be legal in others. By Matuzan High Law, if a slave runs away and manages to set foot across the border of an anti-slavery hold, they instantly become free citizens. At least one witness is required.

-Specific rules for enslaved peoples differ by hold.

Magic: 

-Magic use is broadly legal, but certain types of magic (such as necromancy) are outlawed.

-Magic must not be used to do harm to people, land, or property except in cases of self-defense.

-Using magic to break laws results in an extra charge.

Nymphs: 

-Nymphs may register with their local Nymph Pact Committee, which oversees Matuzu’s compliance with the Nymph Pact.

-Nymphs may become Matuzan citizens if they choose, though this will forfeit their status with the Nymph Pact Committee.

-Nymphs who are not a member of the Nymph Pact Committee nor Matuzan citizens are considered “Aspects of Gaia”. They exist under the same category as wild beasts and land.

Monsters: 

-Only category 0 and category 1 monsters are permitted in Matuzu Kingdom. Categories 2 and up are to be killed or imprisoned on sight by the Matuzan Guard.

-Monsters may not marry or own property in any Matuzan hold. Renting property is permitted.

Environment: 

-Matuzan Nymph Pact: All automated industries are prohibited within Matuzan borders. All industrial operations must be performed manually. All industrial operations must be environmentally sustainable. Plastics, toxic chemicals, and all non-biodegradable materials are prohibited within Matuzan borders. (Caveat: Cameras and film projectors may be operated with a special permit. If broken, these devices must be turned in to the proper facility or else the operator shall be fined.)

-Livestock must be provided adequate food, water, shelter, and medical care.

-Hunting and fishing are permitted in designated zones with a permit. Poaching is prohibited.

-Sewage must be disposed of in an environmentally-neutral way, such as composting or processed for utility (fuel, building material, etc.)

SEE ALSO

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Idea for a malware pre-trouble helix comic called "Home of the Lonely" that recaps his time from the start of his life through his abandonment.

Starts with Azmuth setting him up with his own home that other mechamorphs avoid, and has a lab and medical facility just for malware. And for a few years Azmuth does try to help him, and Malware is, receptive to him. Maybe even enjoys having the company since he has no peers

After a couple years, Gradually azmuth stops showing up, and when he does he's more distant and unengaged with Malware as a person, and makes him feel more like a problem

Gradually Azmuth's visits are replaced solely by a team of Galvan he left in charge of Malware, who exclusively view him as a problem child more then a person deserving of dignity, and when running tests or "helping" him mostly ignore his protests of discomfort saying "it's just part of the process"

Malware is constantly asking "When is azmuth coming back", and at first the Galvan reiterate the same tired "he's busy with something more urgent" and maybe malware actually tries to respect that at first, after all azmuth did tell him that a cure may take a very long time and he is a leader too after all

He messages azmuth almost every single day, sometimes to try to just talk, sometimes to try and tell him that his Galvan guardians have hurt him in some way, although azmuth does reply usually in an impersonal manner, he me also be ignored

After azmuth disappears he still asks when azmuth is going to return but now the answer is "he's gone and we don't know where too but probably somewhere important for something important" the Galvan are annoyed by the questions

Malware tries to contact azmuth more and goes completely unheard

Gradually the Galvan team stops spending time on malware. Seeing him as a lost cause, only offering more lief that keeps gradually failing. And Where at one point there was always a few around all day, gradually turns into only a couple once a day, to once a week, to a month, to a year, till none at all visit. (This covering a few hundred years)

Eventually malware is left alone to his own devices. He tries to contact Azmuth about his abandonment, nothing. He even tries to go get help from other mechamorphs and cannot even get them to talk to him like a person

He hermits himself away, rereads the same literature, over and over, tries to sooth his own pain. Message Azmuth nonstop. He ends up spending allot of time just sleeping his life away because he doesn't have anything to do, and no one to talk to. Roaming the labs, empty halls, and rooms of what once once a place of care for him now turned into a box shoved into Azmuth's metaphorical attic. Hoping above all else that someone will come for him.

He gets angry occasionally and destroys stuff out of frustration. He devours the tech left behind out of spite. Halls and walls covered in claw marks of frustration. And sleeping again.

(and if you're familiar with Bly Manor) He wakes, He walks, he sleeps.

Eventually when azmuth does return he gets a small spark of hope again, excitement even! Is it time? Will he see him again? Will he be fixed? He waits again. Weeks pass and he starts to become frustrated. Until he final FINALLY completely snaps and Trouble Helix happens.

[viburnt]

Takami K. (Hawks) || Public

Type: Reading bites

Genre: NSFW/Suggestive

Notes: Oh, God. Oh, fuck. I still don't know how to write sex, jfc. I'm practicing.

Characters involved: Takami Keigo (Hawks)

Prompt: “You smell so sweet”/ Public indecency

It would be a scandal if the number two pro-hero, Hawks, dated someone in public. It'd backlash, that's for sure; the media is known for its vicious bite once they manage to catch a prey.

Perhaps that's why Keigo is tangled up between your legs this morning, his hips erratically moving as he shoots one last load before getting ready for work.

—Fuck, baby, you have me shooting blanks!— The dirty blond hollers with a slight grunt, allowing himself to rest next to you.

You purr in content, feeling him cuddle against your naked torso in search of warmth.

—I guess it's true that birds are a very horny kind.— Keigo hears you tease as your hand gently moves away the hair from his sweaty forehead. —Now if only you took the boring part of your job as seriously as this.

—I don't wanna go to that fucking meeting.— The hero pouts, throwing a small fit.

—Can't do that, you have an interview. A deal's a deal, remember?

Yes, pro-hero Hawks doesn't date anyone in public, but he certainly plows his personal assistant in secret.

—Now, now, hop in the shower. I have to pick my suit for today.— You instruct, allowing Keigo a couple more seconds of laziness between the cotton sheets of your bed.

Stretching, Takami curses underneath his breath. He hated public interviews, and even though he was a sucker for the camera lenses, he hated having to leave the comfort of your body to go pose for the fans.

—Can you at least wear the blue one? The one that makes your chest pop out more.— He begs, finally leaving the bed to run the shower. —I like it, it's sexy as hell.

You rise a brow, but indulge into his petition.

—Alright, I guess. Anything else?

The blond's golden eyes scan the way your naked body waltzes from one corner of the room to the other, picking up all the necessary items to dress up.

—Say, is underwear really necessary?— Keigo's lips trail, testing the waters. It was common for him to slip a sly comment like that to gauge a reaction from you. —You know, we could always play a little while working.

And for the very first time, you decide to follow the flow.

—Oh, yeah? What kind of game, hmm? Gonna sneak a hand on my pocket?— Takami hears you say with a ribbing tone, his lips curling into a smirk as you continue. —Or perhaps you want to open that little new gadget I saw you buy a few nights before?

The blond raises his hands, much like a thief caught red-handed.

—Guilty as charged but, it's cheating if you peek at my Amazon account.— He blurts with a lazy side smile.

—Not really, specially not if you leave your account open on my laptop.— You laugh.

—Want to shower together? You know, save the planet, be eco-friendly.— Takami says, inviting you.

—We just had sex, though.

—Doesn't mean I can't grope your butt while I get clean.

…

—So, see this little remote here?— The hero says, shaking a black device between his fingertips. —If I feel like it, it'll vibrate just enough for you to cum.— He whispers into your ear.

You feel your heart beating hard inside your chest, biting your lip for a second as your eyes wandered to the many people in the studio.

—Alright, then I must be quiet while you play, huh? Wouldn't want anyone knowing your out here playing with me.

A grin splashed Keigo's face.

—Exactly! You catch on pretty fast, baby. Just sit nearby where my eyes can see you squirm.— He commands, sending a shiver down your spine.

The interview begins normally. You sit next to the cameras in a chair the staff provided. Keigo eye's you, waving his hand briefly.

—I also want to thank my lovely assistant for making this meeting happen, they work real hard every day!—

A camera lens quickly lands on you. The shocking sensation of the toy was, more or less, expected, but it still made you wriggle once it started. You just nodded your head, not wanting to draw much attention.

As the hero starts answering more questions, his fingers quickly shifted between speeds and patterns, edging your body up and down. He could see the way your hand tried to- unsuccessfully -hide the embarrassment on your face.

—Thank you so much for allowing us to interview you, Hawks! That's all for tonight's show, everyone, wonderful night!

The show wraps up.

Keigo waltzes up to you, helping you stand as your knees weaken. He leans closer for a second, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

—You smell so sweet… I wanna push my cock inside you again.— He mutters, earning a needy whimper from you.

—Please, just - take this off, I can't hold it any longer.— Takami hears you whine.

—Walk with me for a second, there must be a bathroom nearby.

Finding a private spot, Keigo leans your body against a wall and allows his hand to cross the limits of your clothing.

—Fuck, look at this, you are a mess.

In a swift movement, he lowered your pants enough to have access to your hole. He rubbed his clothed election against you, making you hiss.

—Say you want it.

—Please, please give it to me. Keigo, I need to cum...— You cry, feeling the toy still going on. —I feel like I'm going crazy, just put - fuck- put it in.

Plunging two fingers inside your drooly mouth and unbuckling his pants with the other, you feel his cock slowly pushing into you.

—Oh my fucking God.— The blond hissed, feeling you clamp around him as your climax was just next door. —You're so tight, Jesus Christ!

His pace is fast, messy, trying to give you as much as he can as quickly as possible. Besides the very slight buzz the toy produced, only his grunts and your heavy breathing could be heard.

—Want me to cum inside you? Just look at you, you're practically swallowing my cock effortlessly.

You roll your eyes behind your back as his free hand grabs your throat. The numbing sensation of your climax soon reaches you, milking the hero on the process.

Keigo likes this part of the job a bit more now.

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Astra Shepard Bio

Astra Shepard circa 2185 (Or Mass Effect 2); looks about the same a year later, but grew her hair out during house arrest because she was feeling very petty against the Alliance for everything

Class: Infiltrator Pre-Service History: Colonist Psychological Profile: War Hero Morality: Paragade (most major decisions are paragon, but will happily take a renegade dialogue option or interrupt depending on the context)

The Shepard featured in my series To Stars (series of oneshots or short stories that take place during ME2 and ME3) and After the Fire (series of likely longer stories set after the Destroy Ending of ME3, though slightly canon divergent in that the geth and EDI live). The two series are connected to each other, but can be read independently.

If I post anything specifically about her, it will be under the tag Astra Shepard here on this blog.

Biography under the cut:

Astra was born to Hannah and John Shepard in Canada on Earth, and the entire family moved to Mindoir when colonization opened to civilians when Astra was three. (The First Contact War actually made it cheaper to move because the people in charge erroneously thought it would make people scared to move. They were wrong.)

Astra had an average colonist childhood. John was a part owner of a small fruit orchard, growing both familiar Earth fruits and unique Mindoirian fruit safe for human consumption. Astra helped him once she was old enough, but she much preferred working with Hannah, who ran a small tech repair shop in the capital. Most of her knowledge of tech comes from those days working with her mom.

That all changed when Mindoir was attacked when she was 16. Batarian slavers, furious at the Alliance expanding, attacked the capital city of the colony. Astra was working with Hannah that day, and as soon as the sirens went off, Hannah rushed her daughter into the cellar of the building, where they had strong fields blocking any scanning or other outside tech use, as it was where they tested volitle devices. Hannah was killed keeping the slavers from finding her daughter, while John was killed while working in the fields.

Astra was found by then Commander David Anderson, who did everything he could to comfort the distraught teenager, basically becoming her guardian in all but name until they could bring her back to Earth. Even after that, he still checked in on her as much as possible, though he never interfered in her career.

Astra spent the next two years under the care of her great grandparents in Canada before joining the Alliance at age 18. Her great grandparents kept in touch with her, standing proudly in the audience when she received the Star of Terra and graduated as an N7, unfortunately peacefully dying shortly after the latter from old age. She took a leave of absence to process her grief and take care of their affairs.

In boot camp, Astra was immediately noted for her skills, both as an Infiltrator and in leadership, and she was fast tracked to command. She had a distinguished record even before the Skyllian Blitz, where she took charge and led the defense on the ground until reinforcements arrived. She received the Star of Terra for her work, but made it abundantly clear during the ceremony that she believed everyone that fought with her on the ground should receive one as well, not just her.

After that, Astra was invited into the N7 program, and she accepted. She was one of only four of her class to graduate as a full N7. A couple years later, after she was made a Lieutenant Commander, Anderson asked that she be assigned as his XO on the SSV Tokyo, as no one could accuse either of them of favoritism now. When Anderson was given command of the new SSV Normandy, he asked her to be his XO once again, and the rest is history.

Major Choices:

Mass Effect 1

Saved everyone on Feros, spared Shiala, killed the ExoGeni corporate shill that tried to kill everyone because they said to

Very reluctantly spared Balak to save the hostages

Spared the rachni queen

Wrex survived Virmire

Ashley survived Virmire

Completed the Garrus/Wrex/Tali personal missions (let Garrus kill Saleon, and gaveTali the geth data)

Saved the Council and chose Anderson as Councilor

Romanced no one

Mass Effect 2

Recruited all 12 squadmates and gained everyone's loyalty

Stood in Garrus' shot and let him decide to spare Sidonis

Tali was not exiled, and her father's crimes were not exposed

Saved Maelon's data

Sent David Archer to Grissom, and the literal only reason Gavin didn't die is because she wasn't going to force David to watch

Destroyed the geth heretics

Saved the entire crew

Chose Garrus as the fireteam leader both times, Tali as the tech expert, Mordin to escort the crew back, and Jack as the biotic specialist

Destroyed the Collector Base

Did NOT do Arrival, and had turned herself in before it happened as a gesture of goodwill

Romanced Garrus

Mass Effect 3

Cured the genophage and Eve/Bakara survived

Saved Grissom Academy and sent Jack and the students to work as support

Spared the rachni queen once again

Ashley rejoined the crew

Samara and Falere both survived the monastery

Made peace between the quarians and geth

Miranda survived Horizon

Chose to destroy the Reapers with highest EMS

Romanced Garrus

[taperwolf]

Very quick modular accessory build:

I found a stack of these little solar-charging USB power banks for really cheap at a thrift store a while ago.

Unfortunately, after I opened up the couple I bought, it turns out they're not very useful as is. Not only do they take a whole day in the sun to charge up, but the battery is pretty anemic and won't charge modern cell phones, and the connectors need special dongles to connect to anything.

So I decided to try turning one into a Eurorack CV input device. Remove a couple of screws on the bottom, and the innards slide out; wire cutters separate the solar cell from the board. (I'm sort of watching to see how long it takes for the status LED, now on all the time because the solar cell is missing, to drain the battery down.)

The cell, when tested, puts out a voltage between 0 and just about 5V. Ambient room lighting is just under 1V, and higher levels require very bright lights, but that's as expected. (I should mount some lamps around my case.)

I used a reamer to widen the circular hole on the top to take a 3.5mm jack, and cut away a little of the plastic frame so the jack could lie flat. Soldered the cell onto the jack — positive to tip and negative to sleeve — and reassembled.

So far I've used it as a CV source; I need to do more testing to see if it'll work as a gate or trigger source, though I expect it will if the light source is bright enough.

I've previously used a larger bare cell that I just soldered a plug onto — that one gives higher levels from less light but this one's more sturdy, more compact, and has the little wrist strap. I'll probably convert the other one too.

[sadgothtransbian]

The lore drop u were all waiting for. I will try to update it fairly frequently.

The author of the shitposts: Osprey (yes it’s also my chosen name, deal with it) a female Dhampir born in 1312, died in 1330 and was bitten a few days after death, turning them into a sort of half dead person. Constantly needs new bones as hers were turned into liquid through the vampirification process. Also slowly going insane.

Dhampir(loosely based on Albanian folklore): either humans that were turned incorrectly, like if a fetus’s mother was turned, if they were bitten after being dead or born from a vampire-human couple. Their bones become liquid, generally slowly go insane, and often have unique powers (most typically invisiblity while playing bagpipes)

Fish powers/fish boy powers: allows the user to fight anisakid nematodes fish to fish and punch Shtriga into the ocean among other powers but is useless against a Baloz. Typically obtained through eating sushi on a cruise ship with different fish giving different powers.

Anisakid Nematodes: A parasitic worm typically ingested from raw fish. Can be fought against in fish to fish combat with eel fish powers.

Shtriga: vampiric witches(based on Albanian folklore) that feeds on infants and turn into insects. Can only be punched into the ocean with cod fish powers. They live exclusively on cruise ships.

Snapple Topplr: A species of gelatinous rodent that lives underneath Osprey’s house’s foundation and eats sugar cubes and the house’s foundation. Can be repelled by a tower of beans???

Sneegle Sangler: A monstrosity that likes tea leaves, steals kneecaps from unmarked graves and knows the true name of all. If given a liquid it spews irradiated eyelids. A person know when it approaches because they can feel it darken the moors of their mind, their reflection will become offbeat and finally their surroundings will become hazy. It consumes the blood of innocence.

Pooka(pl. Pookas): like dropping beer bottles on people’s heads while they sleep

Man with a face/ the man with too many faces: a shadow person who especially likes to collect people’s faces

The Doom Vample: a bitches motherfucker who bullies people for playing anything other than the original doom game.

Poob: the classic streaming surface from that one tumblr post we all know, it keeps tolling for some reason and I’m slightly concerned

Fricking fumblenuts: an obscenity, usually issued upon dropping pancakes.

Dehydrated camel cartel: an elaborate criminal organization of dehydrated camels that is currently pursuing the author due to unspecified bad decisions.

Cave diver I hardly know her: a location where cave divers go to die.

The shadow people: can only be talked to past someone’s bedtime. They’re quite nice once u get to know them, really.

Vasoline car dealership: place where cars are priced based on how much vasoline can fit in them.

Goog: an exam proctor that lives to breathe down students’ necks and drips ooze from their orifaces. Otherwise a nonbinary icon.

guamrjdispfigh: an exam taking application that slowly sucks the souls out of students while taking tests

Gogol Bafinkerdinkers: A powerful yet small and delicate device capable of mass destruction

Gregorio Oreo Somorio: u don’t want to know

Bibby bop wibby mode: grants the user to commit atrocities free of charge

Skibble wibble: god of the bibby bop wibby mode and of horses with three legs

Demon burger: burger made between the hours of 1am and 6am. If eaten starts hissing and causes intense abdominal discomfort and purple blood

Fleebus: will murder you brutally with the 4chansaw. U have hours to live

Flangerizer: Osprey’s roommate??? May or may not need to chill the fuck out. Who knows anything anymore(EDIT: apparently the Flangerizer is Osprey’s CAT!?! May also be a roommate, who knows, but he may or may not be sentient and may or may not be made into a Mongolian yurt)

Sneedle: A wolverine that tells you stuff that you probably don’t want to know

You’re welcome.