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wanderingapathy · 1 month ago

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Headcanon that before the group got together, each ninja had a fear of each other’s element.

This is some old stuff I found in my notes app, but here’s the list of their fears

Kai: Water

Cole: The Incomprehensible (Lloyd’s power)

Zane: Lightning

Jay: Earth

Nya: Fire

Lloyd: Ice

I also found the reasoning for each one too, I altered a few things form the original version though

Kai: His fear of water is shown in the show as he doesn’t know have to swim. Self explanatory, but let’s also just say that as a kid he had the same fear and when he used to see Nya swimming he’d get super anxious for her. Perhaps also the innate uncontrollability of water made him uncomfortable because he could always put a fire out but how quickly could he drain water? I think also the difficulty tied to swimming also makes him feel like he had less control and therefore enhances the fear.

Cole: Fear of the incomprehensible is primarily because I don’t think he’d have very many feats of physical things. He was shown to free-climb mountains without any gear and honestly a lot of the fears at he develops in the show are based primarily on issues with himself (especially when he was a ghost). The fear of being forgotten is also pretty major at some point too. All of these are more so concepts, and I think it’s fitting if he’s afraid of something he can’t understand, such as Lloyd’s strange and seemingly ever-growing powers.

Zane: His fear of Lightning wasn’t due to any event he had experienced, but rather just some instinct that made him cautious of electricity. Since he didn’t know about being a robot before joining the team, he’d have no clue that lightning could potentially mess with him on a degree very different to a human. So he never knew why he had this fear, but it was still prevalent.

Jay: I feel like Jay was almost much more interested in the air and sky. He grew up in a junkyard in the middle of an empty desert so I really doubt he had anything other to look at. Plus lightning being is the sky during storms. Also he has so many themes tied to the sky (his makeshift wings, his vehicles tending to be jets/planes, etc). The reason why I bring this up his because I don’t think he ever saw how big mountains could get—or when he did it was briefly—so perhaps he has some form of fear in regards to how towering they are and how they’re so different from the consistency of the sky and desert.

Nya: Now originally I had Lloyd being afraid of fire, but I switched it around for specific reasons. Nya was afraid of ice because it was so much more rigid and intimidating than the flowiness of water. Now that I have her afraid of fire, I think it’d be more based that lack of control. It parallels with Kai’s fear, both of them finding that the opposing element is difficult and impossible to control in some way or another. For Nya, fire scared her because one ember or spark was enough to burn down homes or villages, that an uncontrolled fire is almost impossible to put out even with plenty of water.

Lloyd: Now his fear of ice is mainly tied to the Cole. Ice meant cold, snow, blizzards, winter, etc. I don’t think that he actually stayed in Darkleys the entire time he was schooled there. I feel like Lloyd would’ve ran away multiple times, only to come back when harsh conditions struck. And when it came to him being kicked out, he didn’t actual have somewhere to come back to. He was left out in the cold, subjected to whatever weather was currently happening. Not to mention the first interaction he had with Serpentine was in a cold, icy environment.

Of course, I don’t think they’d show their fears around each other or perhaps they had already outgrow their fears before the team was created, but it does offer for some interesting headcanons and story material. It can also be a nice thing to, with them overcoming their fears because they grew fond of the person who has control of the element.

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felassan · 8 months ago

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New BioWare Journal post -

"Journal #12 Top Things to Know before You Play A few tips from our Team on launch day Hey everyone, Today is the day! Dragon Age: The Veilguard launches at 9am PDT globally on PC, PlayStation 5, and Xbox Series X|S. We are so excited to share this day with you. Whether you’ve been waiting since Dragon Age: Inquisition or only a few days, we appreciate you and your support.�� Dragon Age: The Veilguard is designed with the flexibility to play the game your way, customizing your experience to best suit your play style from the menu options to combat. We have some tips from our team to share as you get started and find what works best for you! Customize your Experience As you begin your journey, we also encourage you to take some time to look through the Settings menus. There are a lot of different customizations you can make to tweak your game to your preferences, including accessibility options. Read more about these options in our Accessibility blog so you can play how you prefer at launch. Combat & Respec Throughout Dragon Age: The Veilguard, you’ll be fighting various enemies in Thedas, from demons to corrupt blood mages, and each type of enemy has their own weaknesses and resistances. When creating your Rook, you’ll be able to choose between three classes - stalwart Warrior, deft Rogue, or spell-slinging Mage. If you want guidance on which class to choose and an introduction to our combat system, we encourage you to check out our Combat blog. You can swap your abilities, and those of your companions, at any time outside of combat. You can also respec individual nodes or the entire skill tree to try out entirely new builds. We hope you feel empowered to try out multiple builds, abilities, and specializations areas. Read more about the skill tree in our Progression blog. If you’re looking for inspiration, check out a few of our team’s favorite builds:"

"Mage: Spellblade Specialization - Meteor - Wall of Fire - Chain Lightning - Ultimate: Thunderous End"

"Rogue: Duelist Specialization - A Thousand Cuts - Lightning Flask - Explosive Daggers - Ultimate: Murder of Crows"

"Warrior: Champion Specialization - Whirlwind - Grappling Spear - Deadly Ground - Ultimate: Warden’s Fire Explore Thedas to Unlock its Secrets Dragon Age: The Veilguard opens up for exploration after the Prologue ends. As you progress through the first several quests, you’ll find more and more places to explore, from the Hossberg Wetlands to Treviso. We really encourage you to take some time to delve into each area you come across for extra side quests and loot. Check out our Exploration blog for more details! Companions & Choices Companions have always been at the heart of the Dragon Age franchise, and there will be plenty of opportunities to get to know each of your allies in this game. Each of their stories, and those of the factions as well, adds to the story and experience of the game. We encourage you to complete side content and companion quests, as they will have a direct impact on how the later stages of the game unfold. We’re so excited to share Dragon Age: The Veilguard with you. This moment has been a long time coming, and we can’t wait to hear all of your thoughts about our game. We hope you enjoy diving back into Thedas! Join our BioWare Discord to join in with other fans, ask questions, and receive tips. Get Dragon Age: The Veilguard on PC (Steam, EA App, & Epic Games Store), PlayStation 5, and Xbox Series X|S NOW! — The Dragon Age Team"

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bigwishes · 2 years ago

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Class Selection

Levi was a young software engineer freshly graduated from university and set up in a nice job at one of the best tech companies in Sydney. Whilst Levi loved his job his real passion was in gaming and he'd been waiting 6 months for a new MMO to drop. He'd heard it allowed him to link his character from his PC to the real world and engage in community events from his phone whilst he was out.

Levi sat down at his PC watching the linking app install on his phone, he got a quick notifications about Beta functions but he just brushed it off ignoring the message entirely knowing most games like this release in a public beta version for at least a few months.

He was too excited to start playing ShiftOnline. Levi opened up the launcher on his PC and linked it to his phone. He saw a blank character sheet on his phone along with empty social and quest functions. It looked interesting but he had to make a character before he could explore how the real life raid functions worked.

Levi clicked on create character and was prompted with a handful of selections and character presets.

MAGE: a hot toned black man teleported onto the screen in a flash of lightning. Seemed interesting for maybe his second playthrough but Levi found DPS classes a bit boring.

GUARDIAN: A slim man wielding yellow magic stepped onto the screen but Levi clicked off before the character could even finish his intro animation, healers were boring as fuck, he loved being front and centre in games and skipped past the rest of the options to the tank classes.

Scrolling through the tank classes they all seemed fairly generic and boring. Levi was almost ready to go back to the mage character when he clicked on the final class to take a look.

COLOSSUS: A giant black man leaped down from the top of the screen slamming into the ground giving the illusion of the entire monitor shaking from the impact. The character than stood up expanding his shoulders back, roaring slamming his fists together.

Levi smiled with excitement, this was exactly what he was looking for, not just a tank to take hits during a raid but a Juggernaut who could deal just as much damage as he could take, a real Colossus.

He clicked on the character and went through to customisation. He spent an hour designing his character to be exactly how he wanted, he looked at the first few stages of the levelling plan for the class before pressing create.

LEVEL 1 COMMANDING AURA: release a potent aura and gaining the attention of everything in a radius

LEVEL 2 COLOSSAL DEFENSES: when under threat increase size and strength by almost double LEVEL 3 METEOR SLAM: whilst moving above walking speed gain increasing momentum up to 500%, slamming into a target or object will release the energy in a burst of damage

LEVEL 4 HOME ADVANTAGE: your commanding aura will shift the environment it touches leaving it to effect living things as if you were there.

Levi liked what he was seeing from the first few levels and didn't feel like he had to keep reading all the way to level 50 so he clicked create and began linking his character to his phone. Soon the large man he had just spent an hour creating appeared on the app on his phone.

Is this the character you'd like to engage in real world events? YES/NO

Levi pressed yes and suddenly felt a small zap of electricity from his phone. He reactively dropped his phone and rubbed his hand from where he had just been shocked. Looking at the small mark he watched his hand suddenly double in size. His toned body started expanding. He felt his tight tank top struggling to cope as his body started expanding, he quickly took it off and started recording what was happening to himself in the mirror.

His toned body and muscled started to inflate with size as he slowly transitioned from ripped to jacked. Notifications swamped the top of his screen as people on the Social function of the gaming app posted videos of themselves transforming, for most it were minor physical changes but for those who picked tank classes they were turning into giant beasts.

It was almost like a trend for people to post their before and after transformations on the app, but when Levi checked other social media apps there were no videos infact it there were no posts about the game at all, it was almost like the game got cancelled.

Levi gritted his teeth as his body continued to expand. He stood up investigating his new thick frame.

"god damn what the fuck happened"

Levi checked the app and saw a progress bar labelled "Real World Transfer" was only half way complete. He looked at the size of the character on his phone compared to how he looked now, if he was really going to become that big he had no idea how the hell he was going to fit in clothes anymore, or his car for that matter.

Guess the character starting gear just large baggy pants and no other kind of armour.

He looked to see on the app if anyone else had chosen the same class and if their transformation was complete. He was on the tank player social page and not many people had chosen a tank class and he couldn't see anyone who had picked the Colossus.

A notification appeared at the top of his screen.

LEVEL 1 ABILITIES AVALIBLE - Passive: Commanding Aura

Sweat started to appear across his body and he could smell a potent stench radiating off his body. Levi scratched his armpit and quickly found his hand slick with sweat.

Once again he felt his body expanding and he flexed in the mirror looking as his body slowly transformed to be like his colossal character.

Levi looked and admired the new giant bodybuilder form standing in front of himself. He flexed his huge arms and uploaded his transformation video to the social part of the app. He tried to upload it to his other social media app however the video wouldn't attach and looking closer at his social media apps all the photos of him had been changed to his new massive form.

Soon the novelty wore off as he caught a whiff of the stench radiating off his body, this commanding aura was definitely something he was going to have to figure out before going into work tomorrow but for now he was going to enjoy the activity offered in game, and maybe he'd enjoy himself a little bit later too.

Levi sat down in his gaming chair hearing it strain under his new weight. His expanded lats rubbed against the arm rests barely squeezing through and soon Levi felt his underwear coated in sweat and stick to his huge muscled ass.

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Levi squeezed himself out of his small car, feeling the dress shirt he ordered online cling to his huge muscled frame. He didn't know how everyone was going to react to how he had magically changed over the weekend but he still had to make money to pay for his gaming habit.

Levi walked through the lobby and stepped into an elevator. A slight ding range as he pressed to his floor number and the doors reopened to the lobby. A small middle aged man in a business suit stepped in front of the elevator.

"I dont know why they hell you're in the elevator Levi, you know you surpass the weight limit"

Levi rubbed the back of his head, so people recognised him but didn't notice the changes. Like he had always been like this. Levi stepped out embarrassed.

"Guess I'll take the stairs"

"maybe lay off the roids kid" The older man said, shaming Levi for his size.

Levi opened the door to the emergency stair well and began his 30 floor hike. He hasn't even started walking and could already feel the sweat start to stain under his armpits. The 3 cans of deodorant he had coated himself in this morning was already starting to be worthless and Levi hadn't even made it up 3 steps yet.

At floor 5 Levi stopped taking a break to catch his breath. He had read some guide last night about the Colossus class having terrible stamina to balance out Meteor Slam but he didn't think it would impact him much in the real world but he continued his hike.

Arriving at floor 30 he stood in front of the door to his office floor gasping for air. The terrible stamina combined with how much effort it took to move his body was making him start to doubt his class choice. Levi raised one arm to lean on the door way but lifting it an inch too high he hear a ripping noise. Looking down he saw the stitching over his armpit was torn and what looked like steam flowed from his shirt. Levi pushed open the door hoping no one would notice his wardrobe malfunction but as he opened the door he noticed how bad his stench must be. As the door swung open a cloud of steam flowed out into the office and a wet sweaty handprint was left behind from where he pushed it open.

Walking across the office everyone was staring at him, complaining about the stench radiating from his body. Levi sat down in his office chair accidentally breaking one of the arm rests as he did and started to get to work. He heard his phone ping and saw a notification from the game app.

LEVEL 2 ABILITIES AVALIBLE: -passive: Colossal Defences.

It wasn't long before his boss was at his desk.

"Levi this is the 3rd time I'm talking to you about your...work place hygiene"

This was the first Levi had ever heard about it

"eeerrr, sorry sir. I ummm"

"save it Levi, I'm going to have to ask you to go home, you'll have to do remote work from now on, nobody in the office can stand your, hmmm how do I put this delicately, your aura but I need to warn you, if your work output drops we'll have to let you go"

Levi grew nervous, he loved his job and really didn't want to lose it. His heart started beating in his chest. He heard the office chair groan under him. Looking down at his thighs he saw his pants grow tighter and the stitching on his inner thigh started to let go.

"everything okay Levi?"

"eerrrr yep, all good, Ill just head home email me my work bye"

Levi quickly stood up, grabbed his bag and began waddling quickly walking to the door. Hearing his pants and shirt start to tear more with each step. Right as he closed the door to the stair well he felt the back of his shirt completely tear apart. His pants split to shreds as he suddenly doubled in size.

He checked the app to see what was happening and saw his ability Colossal Defence had become active. He tried to take some deep breaths to calm down but realised anyone could walk in at any moment and they might not notice how he changed over the weekend but this was temporary and it'd be difficult to explain how he doubled in size in two seconds. He began his decent down the stairs, slowly waddling as he couldn't see his feet past his huge pecs. Luckily by the time he got to his car he had shrank back down to "normal size" sitting in her car he got a notification from the game app again.

MILESTONE COMPLETE: DUNGEON CRAWLER - Explore real world dungeons

LEVEL 3 - Ability: Meteor Slam

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Levi finally arrived him, he didn't bother taking his clothes off normally, he just tore off what wet shreds remained clinging to him and chucked them to the floor hearing a loud wet slop as drenched fabric landed on the ground. He sniffed his pits turning away grossed out at the stench and headed to his bathroom for a shower. Right before opening the door he tripped over his own massive foot. As he fell forward he felt his body accelerate and he suddenly found his massive body crashing straight through his bathroom door. As his huge form collided with the door it was obliterated and smashed into pieces.

"aw fuck...welp guess that's meteor slam...." Levi put his hands on the back of his head and let out a deep sigh. He was done, it was the Colossus class was fun in the game but the real lift effects were too much he was going to change his class. He tried to do it through the app but there was no option, he went to his PC putting off his shower a bit longer to get himself back to some kind of normal. Opening the game he was met with a message.

PC GAME OPTIONS DOWN FOR MAITENCE AND PATCHING PLEASE CHEC BACK IN A FEW HOURS.

Levi rolled his eyes, it was the first thing he'd do tomorrow when the game was back online. For now he was going to bed, today was a bust he'd try for a better day tomorrow.

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Levi woke up feeling his bed completely drenched in sweat, the smell of body odour lingering in the air. He picked up his massive frame and went straight to his PC to change his character. Openeing the game is was met with a notification.

PATCH NOTES: Dear players we are glad you are all enjoying the adventures of ShiftOnline we have been collecting player data and made some adjustments to class stats and abilities for better balance.

Levi skimmed through the other class changes to his

Colossus Changes: Colossus is the least popular class in the game with under 100 players however that doesn't mean the class isn't strong so we are making some changes to rebalance the skills and redirect some power, this changes will be reflective [to see definition of reflective please see our website]

NERFS Colossus players have gained major increased strength and we want to keep that, so to better keep their balance we are nerfing their intelligence stats by -80

BUFFS Commanding Aura is great and grabbing attention both in and out of the game world but its a bit on the weaker side of other tanks agro abilities so we are doubling its range

Colossal Defences is a good abilities but players dislike its randomness, it will now auto trigger when a player is threated like before but players can also toggle the ability on when they aren't threatened

Levi started to feel strange, like popping candy was going off in his head. He felt a bit dizzy. He clicked the link to the definition of reflective changes.

"reflective changes mean they will happen in game and IRL"

Levi remembered the intelligence nerf and quickly when back to the game to make a new character. He picked a basic mage character and sped through the customisation feeling the sensation in his head get worse. Right as he went to press accept he stopped and sat back in his chair. He lifted on arm flexing looking at his huge bicep.

"huhuhuh, so big, me stay biig forEVER"

Levi clicked deny on the character change settings

He stood up moving his hulking frame to the bathroom to admire his huge form in the mirror. As he stood in front of the mirror he flexed feeling a strange sensation, as he activated his Colossal Defences ability without realising. He watched his body slowly grow and double in size.

"huhuhuh"

Levi laughed with drool falling down the side of his lip and onto his chest. He felt himself get hard and waddled to his bedroom to have some fun with himself but he found his shoulders colliding with the door frame. Levi stopped and frowned. He knew had fit through the door but couldn't work out how. He continued to walk back and fourth his shoulders colliding with the doorframe over and over. Too stupid to realise he'd have to shrink back down to normal size to fit through the door again.

About an hour later Levi realised he could turn sideways and fit through the door. His phone pinged again but he didn't bother to check.

LEVEL 4: -Passive: Home Advantage

As Levi waddled through his house his thick stench wafted along with him clinging to his wall and furniture. He carpets became strained with sweaty footprints. His wall paper started to peel and crumble from the about of sweat in the air. His house slowly shifted around him from the clean kept house of a software engineer to an unkept mess that looked like it was home to a caveman.

Levi sat down on his and reached down to his dick to relieve himself but he couldn't reach. The sound of his muscles and skin groaning and rubbing against each other filled the room as the giant man desperately tried to grab hold of his own manhood. Again not able to figure how he'd have to go back to his 'normal' size so he could reach.

The giant colossus spent hours trying to figure out why he couldn't reach his own dick even though he desperately wanted to. Eventually he simply fell asleep on his sweaty stained, stinking mattress. His loud snooze rumbling through his house.

Levi probably thought picking Colossus as his starting class was a bad idea.

Luckily he couldn't think anymore.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #reality change #musk

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bullyingfictionalmen · 2 months ago

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Delicate Things (1/2)

Pairing: Caleb x fem!MC

Summary: Why is Caleb like this? We dig into his traumatic past with Ever to find out. Read on AO3

wc: 2k

cw: angst with a happy ending, graphic violence, major character death (?), amnesia, blood, a smidge of cuteness as a treat, child endangerment, poor baby Caleb shouldn’t have seen all that, brief suicidal ideation, self-loathing

A/N: I started this fic 4 months ago after Homecoming Wings and his first anecdote came out, oh my god. It started as a long notes app analysis of the Caleb-MC dynamic, and now we're here, haha. I’m proud of it, but part 1 and part 2 are very different tonally, so I’m going to separate them for your convenience. Here, we suffer, but the next part has romance, jealousy, gooey love confessions and smut, so if you’re not here for (as much) angst, feel free to skip there and treat it as a standalone, I won't judge :) Still, if you're in a place to handle the subject matter, this does provide emotional context for the payoff. Either way, enjoy!

Caleb has a talent for breaking delicate things.

It used to be out of clumsiness. A wrong move, a slip of the hand, the use of too much strength. Most children don’t have easy control of their bodies, much less a sense of consequence at the loss of fragile objects. You can’t un-squish a lightning bug, un-break a teacup, un-shatter a glass trinket—but a child should never be held responsible for such accidents.

At some point, though, Caleb’s talent was cultivated. His gravity Evol emerged, and suddenly, it was in someone’s best interest to mold him to their liking.

His memories of that time are blurry, and he isn’t sure if it’s the Toring Chip in his arm or the Deepspace radiation he was exposed to that makes them feel so amorphous and terrifying. He only knows that the scientists in their crisp white coats, poking, prodding and scolding, sent him task after task where the goal was to rip, to mutilate, to destroy.

The worst part wasn’t the experiments themselves. It was that over time, Caleb grew to like them. The praise, the approving looks and hushed speculations about his potential, “Someday soon, he could very well create a black hole!” Those comments were a bright spot in such a cold, uncaring environment.

And beyond external validation, he found curiosity, pride, and even joy in the irreversible. Watching metal warp, cracks spiderwebbing through porcelain, hearing a heavy crash or a subtle creak and knowing all of it was his influence. Exerting such power and control when he was otherwise helpless and isolated was addictive. The rush of destruction at once filled the void inside him and made it insatiably hungrier. He could feel the greed of those researchers infecting him, sullying him, and there wasn’t a thing he could do. Not a thing he wanted to do about it.

But there’s one delicate thing he has never wanted to break. One person.

When your hand held his for the first time, so tiny and cold and contrasting a smile like a dying star, for once, Caleb didn’t feel like the monster he feared he was becoming. Being near you was so warm, so overwhelmingly sweet that it made him yearn for a world where he could see you every day, talk with you all the time and comfort you when storm clouds loomed overhead. After he met you, Caleb’s greed began to change form, and he wondered if maybe, somehow, his strength could be used to save someone. To protect something precious.

“A family… do you think we could be one, Caleb? I’ve always wanted a brother.”

‘Brother’.

You meant no offense, but the word was like a slap to the temple. Caleb tasted bile as he turned his face away with a scowl. What were you to him? He wasn’t sure, but these feelings churning inside him weren’t ‘brotherly’. His reply came out uncharacteristically loud and harsh. “Of course not.”

He realized his mistake in an instant when tears sprang to your eyes and your voice trembled. “O-Oh. I see. I’m sorry—”

“Wait!” He called your name and instinctively pulled you toward him with his Evol. His arms settled around your small frame and pressed his forehead into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the pathetic face he was making. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I want to be your family, but… If I’m your brother, that’s, um... not good.”

You fell silent, and Caleb held his breath. The urge to flee was so strong, and he would have done it if not for the clear, melodic sound of your laugh. You squirmed in his grip until you were facing him, cocking your head cutely to the side and peering at him intently with those bright doe eyes. “Ooooh, I see,” you hummed. “You wanna marry me, huh?”

Caleb’s cheeks flamed. He let go of you, one hand slapped over his mouth, and the other flicked your forehead. “As if! Who’d wanna marry you, pip-squeak?”

But his protests just made you laugh harder. You batted your eyelashes and made kissy faces until he pinned you down and tickled your sides so mercilessly that you cried.

In contrast to such bright, happy moments, some details still elude him. For all he’s worth, Caleb can’t recall how much time passed in that place. He can’t remember when he stopped seeing you roaming free, only to be told that you caught a cold and you were resting in your room.

No, you cannot see her. Don’t ask again.

He wishes he could forget the night he finally defied orders and searched for you in the dark. Deep in the compound, in a wing he was never allowed to visit, he started to hear familiar screams. Ice ran through his veins, each breath burned, and as he ran, his legs felt as if his own Evol was working against him. Then, the screaming stopped.

The scene he came upon haunts his nightmares to this day. Four researchers hovered over your prone body, connected to all manner of equipment. Crimson blood dyed their gloves and spattered their white coats. Your mouth was still open as if mid-scream, glassy eyes blown wide, unblinking. There was a gaping hole in your chest. A shattered ribcage, under which your heart, too still, was fused with some gleaming, unearthly crystal.

Caleb couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His throat muscles began to seize, he clutched at his chest as if he were the one spread out on that table like some kind of specimen. Head pounding, his gaze darted from you to the scientists, whose faces were placid, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary here. “A family… do you think we could be one?” Your voice rang in Caleb’s ears as paralyzing despair gave way to all-consuming rage.

The first researcher didn’t even have time to scream before his head cracked against the hard floor, his skull compressed in an instant, brain matter painting the walls. Confusion only started to register as the second researcher was thrown hard enough to put a dent in the ceiling, slammed to the ground and back again.

“Caleb? Why is he--? Call for backup, now! Aaagh--!”

The third researcher was crushed by medical machinery before she could finish her sentence, but the fourth was quick on his feet. He grabbed a syringe from the operating tray and lunged at Caleb.

“Stop this now, brat!”

Caleb easily brought the researcher to his knees, grabbed the syringe and plunged it into the man’s neck. With a groan, he slumped over, and Caleb scrambled past him to where you lay. Gently, with the utmost care, he disconnected you from devices giving readouts that he couldn’t understand. He closed your eyes and mouth, wrapped you in a blanket, cradled you against his chest, and only then did he start to weep. “Why?” he sobbed into your hair. “Why couldn’t I protect you?”

“Tch… stop… interfering…” the man on the ground was slurring his words, but whatever sedative had been in that syringe had yet to fully kick in. “Stupid kid… she’s… too valuable to waste…”

Fury flared anew in Caleb’s heart as he fought back the urge to scream. His fists shook, their white-knuckle grip on your hospital gown unrelenting. All you had been to these people was an object. A tool. He knew he occupied a similar space, but if it was you who suffered, you who died for nothing, that was unforgiveable. Without you, what was the point in living? In anything?

It should all just disappear.

A despicable thought bubbled up. Maybe he could put an end to everything if he focused all of his power on a singular point. How big would the vortex grow? How much would it consume?

Not even that morbid curiosity could stir him from his devastation. The air became heavy, swirling in on itself until, for the first time, a black hole bloomed by his hand. Caleb watched dully as small debris was sucked into the void. Then, as it yawned wider, the two broken bodies in the doorway were engulfed as well. Caleb considered, for a moment that felt like an eternity, what it would be like to follow them. To surrender to the pull. How easy it would be to just… stop.

“Ngh…”

It was a tiny sound. Barely a whimper. But there was no mistaking it. Caleb had heard your voice. The black hole vanished, and stillness reigned as he tried to calm his thundering heartbeat. This wasn’t possible. You had definitely died. And yet, if only shallowly, your chest was rising and falling. Your wounds, grievous as they had been, were slowly closing. Your eyes cracked open the slightest bit, brow furrowing in apparent pain as your lashes fluttered.

Caleb didn’t have words. He could only cry into your shoulder, his whole body trembling as he resisted the urge to hold you tight. He murmured your name over and over again like a prayer, so profoundly relieved that he felt like he would pass out. Footsteps could be heard approaching from some distance away, but Caleb didn’t hear them. He could only bask in the euphoria of your miraculous survival.

“I thought… I thought I lost you. Don’t ever leave me again, okay?”

A small, cold hand reached for his sleeve. Gave him a tiny pat. Bright doe eyes, bleary and tired, met his. “Who… are you?”

Ever since then he’s been careful. So careful not to let you break. You forgot everything about your time together at that lab, and as much as he sometimes resents that, Caleb is glad you were spared the pain of remembering. He’s glad that if anyone has to jolt awake in a cold sweat as if all of this is happening again, it’s him and not you.

How selfless, right? Not really.

Because after he almost lost you, he has been doing everything in his power to never let it happen again. To keep you by his side. No threat is too mundane, no measure is too drastic if it means you’ll be safe. Caleb knows it isn’t healthy. It’s spiraled into an obsession. Sometimes he feels like a monster playing at being human. What a painful, tantalizing game to make everyone believe he’s so perfect, so rational. He’s cheeky, a smidge overprotective, but what older brother isn’t? And the only one who can laugh or gripe about this miserable balancing act, this façade laid carefully, brick by brick, is himself. Because if you knew, you’d be too disgusted to look him in the eyes.

Caleb couldn’t have that. He wants you to dote on him. To need him. To worry like he worries. He has a habit of playing with your wrist, waiting to feel the faint throb of your pulse against his thumb before he lets it go. He sometimes catches himself testing you with inane childhood trivia, trying to make sure you still know him, still remember the years you spent growing up alongside one another. He clings to those shared experiences because he knows that, eventually, he could lose you all over again. That’s something he could never allow.

Caleb’s greed, nurtured first in that lab, and then every time you smile at him, lean on him, rely on him, show him how much you care, has grown so vast and so all-consuming that it terrifies him. He knows there are many forces that seek to claim you, to have your power. But is he any different? A selfish, overprotective man who would sooner lock you away than let anyone else have you? If men are wolves, Caleb reckons he’s right there among them.

But now, you’re onto him. He never expected this death, rebirth and reunion under dire circumstances. The cracks in his charade are showing. And the scariest part is that your inner conflict doesn’t discourage that greedy force inside him. It has awakened something new, a desire to be seen. To be known for who he truly is, warped as that person may be. The disappointment in your eyes was devastating at first, but then it was enthralling. How else can you worry for him? Will your love hold up under the pressure of his schemes? Maybe he’s walking into a trap, risking alienating the person whose good opinion he cares most about in this world. The only person who could truly shatter and destroy him.

So, he has to keep his distance. He has to. Otherwise, one or both of you might be irreparably broken.

Part 2

#love and deepspace #lads x reader #lads fanfic #lads mc #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #angst #angst with a happy ending #lads spoilers #jealousy #caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb angst #caleb lore #read the content warnings please #trauma #tw violence #tw child endangerment

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chaoticbardlady99 · 3 days ago

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My current thoughts and theories on Xavier, Sylus, and the potential general directions of Zayne and Caleb’s future Myths. I posted it in a long ass comment on YouTube and I don’t want to lose it 😭😂 my Notes app isn’t reliable and neither is my google docs. She and They are a mess.

May have spoilers for main story below but very vague.

Mc and Caleb have Adam and Eve vibes, but it won’t be the only biblical representation in the book. I am so impressed with the writers of LADS. As the main story has unfolded more, I’m beginning to understand more about how the current universe came to be and who each player is kind of representing as a commentary towards the world around them.

Sylus has more underworld/hades/ fallen angels vibes. It would make sense for Xavier being his counterpart too

1. Sylus centers a lot around greed and sin, but does have a strong sense of right and wrong

2. White and black feathers represent him and both are imagery surrounding him

3. “the Black Church”. That is all.

4. He refers to himself as a Fiend, not a dragon as a much. Even in his Myth he refers to himself as a Fiend

5. His overall theme is typically exposing “good people” for what they actually are. He’s also extremely misunderstood much like Lucifer

6. Your honor, the man is BEAUTIFUL

7. Lowkey wondering if red is actually his original eye color or if that became his eye color when he was cursed BUT he could have had the Aether core in his eye before since he was maybe an angel of Judgement.

8. Maybe he was told to kill MC and couldn’t do it? Maybe he fell in love with her or she was being doomed to death without any real reason that made sense to him so he fought back?

9. He was probably cursed and turned into a half dragon and cursed to kill his beloved which led to his dragon myth

10. Xavier would then be on the flip side- he is like the poster child for pointing out the system is corrupt and being hunted by the CIA over it while also supposedly being the poster child for this “good” why am I now thinking about Sylus x Xavier x MC

11. Also, McExcuse you, but Xavier give such sexy jealous angel vibes. Like Sylus isn’t really openly jealous, but Xavier is (I love him for it) and it’s very stereotypical angel boy trope of him

12. He a sweepy angel, your Honor (Xavier. Sylus could use more sleep)

I have to think Caleb’s will be somewhat in line with Zayne’s since they are supposed to be similar but opposite in regards to their story in regards to MC. Caleb’s story was really centered on apples and life. There is this thought that Zayne’s powers of creating life as the Master of Fate was taken from him by Astra for protecting MC and somehow that connects to him becoming the Forseer and losing his powers in that way and becoming cursed.

Caleb’s current timeline “myth” highlights how he has become the opposite of what he was in their true myth- he wants to be a protector but he became her cage instead of her freedom and instead of her choosing to be bound to him (die together), he was trying to force her into being by his side again willingly.

Caleb’s is more emotional and mental health based and I think you can see that in his ancedote as well since they mention numerous times that he was unable to pass his psychiatric evaluation whereas Zayne’s is much more bio physiological and cursed based (I.e. waking up as another person, Astra evidently has wanted MC to be dead for a hot second now if you take the myths at face value and Dawnbreaker wants to kill MC per the recent story update).

I will be curious to see how Rafayel’s counterpart is to him. I think it may have something to do with lightning (I just hope it’s not some fuck ass Zeus shit, I don’t care what that Swan says, I’m not having sex with it) and/ or it could be a character based on the Giant, Polyblotes who opposed Poseidon. I believe he was associated with earth but don’t quote me on that.

I think, if the trend follows, then each LIs “rival” will be the opposite of the other but also very similar in overarching themes.

Also is it just me or does Jenna have strong Athena inspired vibes? She has to have a full character model for a reason.

#love and deep space sylus #sylus lnd #l&ds sylus #lnds sylus #sylus love and deepspace #lnds rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x mc #rafayel fluff #lads caleb #lads fanfic #lads zayne #lads photography #lads rafayel #lads xavier #lnds xavier #love and deepspace xavier #zayne love and deepspace

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓

🦇halloween masterlist - monsterverse masterlist🦇

warning - smut, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, knife/blade kink, oral, creampie, sort of loss of virginity?, nipple play, slut used.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The sound of thunder could be heard from within the walls, a mad scientist leant over his crafting table as he peered down at his latest creation. His monster lurked within the shadows, watching with curiosity as his creator informed him of her. Edward would finally get someone like him, someone to call his own, but he felt his stomach twist as he watched Bucky, something deep inside was telling him he wouldn’t be getting her all to himself.

Bucky moved swiftly, reaching over to his machine as he worked fast. Needing to connect it to you in time of the lightning or else it wouldn’t work. As lightning cracked throughout the night sky, Bucky pressed something against your chest, bringing you to life. You shoot up, eyes wide as your chest heaves rapidly. Your gaze darts around until it lands on the man standing in front of you, his hair wild, eyes crazed, and a shimmer catches your attention causing it to fall to his arm. Something inhuman rests there, making you feel as though he is one of you, whatever you are.

Movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention and you move toward it, landing on another man. His hair darker and wilder, face scarred and what are thought to be fingers that accompany his hand are instead scissors. The sharpness of them causes you to feel a tingle between your legs, something unfamiliar, for you are new to this world. Your mouth opens and closes as you feel you want to say something, but no clue on how. The crazed man beside you jumps, causing you to follow.

“It worked! My god, finally!” Your brows furrow, wondering what he means. His eyes connect with yours and you feel a flutter in your stomach, the feeling foreign, but so is everything else. “Welcome to the land of the living, doll.” His smile does something to you, making you feel as though you owe your life to him, but a grunt interrupts those thoughts.

Edward lurks forward, eyes wide and innocent looking, but something darker hides between. “Mine.” His grunt brings back those strange feelings between your thighs, causing you to squeeze them together. He looks toward his creator, repeating. “Mine!” No hint of a question can be heard.

Bucky rolls his eyes, ignoring his monster and eyeing you. He did in fact create you for Edward but seeing you now. So beautiful, so unknowing. It did something to him, could he really give you up? You were his creation after all. His silver arm moves forward to brush against your soft skin but is brutally slapped away by another.

“No touch. Mine.” You were confused, but also something else. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but seeing two men openly make it known they want you, did something to your insides.

“H–h–el–lo...?” You try and speak, your words come out broken. Your brows furrow and head tilts wondering if you had said that correctly, two sets of eyes watching you. You try again, “he–l–lo?” It felt like you were improving, and with the smile that was making it’s way onto the crazed mans face, you decided to try it one more time. “Hello...?”

Bucky jumps again, clapping. “Brilliant! Just brilliant, doll! You sure learned a lot faster than Edward here.” He cackles, throwing his head back. Edward? So that was the scarred man’s name, your eyes fell onto him as you thought, and you noticed his cheeks turning a sickly pink colour. Was that normal? Bucky returns to somewhat normal for a crazy scientist and looks back down at you. “Right, where are my manners? I’m Bucky Frankenstein, I am the one that created you and Edward here.” He leans forward and there’s a weird thumping in your chest. “What would you like to be named, doll?”

You think, not really knowing any name, but one does appear in your mind as if it’s an echo, a sign. Your mouth opens again, and you softly reply. “Y/n… My name.” Bucky beams and Edward nods with approval.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He winks, ignoring the glare from the other. Bucky holds his arm out, helping you off the table. “Come, I.” A throat clears. “We shall show you around and once you get comfortable, you can decide which of us you would rather.” It seemed quite mean, for him to make you choose when you didn’t even know yourself yet. They showed you around before leading you to your room and leaving you to get comfortable, for they would want answers later.

A week had passed since Bucky had brought you to life, you had learnt more by going down to the library or listening to the stories he would tell. Your speech was improving, and you felt happier but there was one thing you were dreading and that was deciding between the two men. You couldn’t choose, they both had different things you loved, Bucky with his knowledge and Edward with his affection. You knew you were created for Edward, and that should’ve made your decision easier. But something in your gut was pulling you toward Bucky, knowing that even if you did choose Edward, he wouldn’t let you go.

The dreaded day had come, you had walked into the library, wearing a new dress Edward had gotten you. (More like stolen, but the gesture was sweet.) You halted in your tracks as you noticed Bucky and Edward standing there, a wild look in the formers eyes and a soft in the latter's. “Hello...”

“My dear doll. The day has come, do you have an answer for us?” Your palms felt sweaty, and your heart pounded in your chest, you had learnt these were nerves. You look between them, your mouth opening and closing, your chest feeling tighter and tighter as it becomes hard to breathe.

“Is okay.” Edward grunts, nodding. “Pick him.” He begins to step away and finally it was no longer hard to breathe, instead you felt sadness erupt throughout you and tears brimming your eyes. This is why you didn’t want to choose, you wanted them both, but they never made that an option, so you pushed it away.

“I–I can’t… I don’t want to decide!” As dramatic as ever, you run after declaring that and as if it were a Disney film, you ran into your room and drastically flopped onto your bed, burying your face into your pillow.

Bucky shakes his head, gesturing to Edward to follow as they make their way to your room. To be honest, he was never going to make you pick one. He was insane, he wanted to mess with everyone and everything. Bucky wanted to drive you to your breaking point, so you had no choice to agree to sharing, he had planned everything to a T. As he and Edward entered your room and your cries filled their ears, he felt his cock twitch. Ah, that wonderful feeling that he hadn’t felt for so long until you came along. A feeling you gave him every time you entered the room, spoke, even existed. The amount of times he wanted to bend you over the library table and pound his thick cock into you was driving him even more insane.

“Doll, it’s okay.” He shoved those thoughts aside as he and Edward sat beside you on the bed. “You don’t have to decide, we’ll do it for you if you allow us.” His hand rests on your upper thigh, so close to the spot you all wanted to be touched/touch. Your head lifted from the soft pillow, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Unknowingly causing their cocks to harden and twitch. “Will you let us share you, doll?” You nod, not being able to speak with how overwhelmed you feel.

Edward’s hand slowly moves up your body, the feel of his blades and the coldness they bring cause you to clench around nothing. It’s as though he knows how you feel about them because he begins to taunt you, dragging them even slower, pressing the tips into you soft enough to not break skin. “Mine… Ours.” He corrects himself, smiling gently down at you as you whimper beneath them. With quick movement, the dress splits from the middle and falls delicately to the sides, exposing your bare breasts to them. “Beautiful…”

Bucky groans, ruining the soft moment between you two as he roughly reaches over and fondles your soft flesh. His fingers brush against your nipples, flicking and rubbing them until you are a whimpering mess beneath him. Your mind is cloudy as he touches you, pleasure exploding throughout your body. “Such a perfect creation. My pretty doll.” Bucky groans, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking, causing your back to arch.

Edward moves softly, pressing and running his blades all over your body as he watches your reactions. His eyes latched onto your glistening cunt, feeling his pants tighten as your juices begin to leak from your pretty hole. With slow and gentle movements, he brings his hand down to between your legs, experimenting as he presses the flat side of his blade against your puffy clit, enjoying the soft mewls that fall from your lips. Your hands fly out and clutch Bucky, tightening your grip as they continue to bring you pleasure.

Bucky pulls away, leaving a string of saliva to follow as his eyes move down your body and glares at Edward’s hand. “Switch.” Without a fight, Edward slowly moves away with a pout until his gaze locks onto your juices that cover his finger replacements. You watch as he brings them to his mouth, eyes locked with yours as he licks it clean. You let out a soft moan, your hooded eyes watch as they move, switching places. “Good. You got her all ready for me.” Bucky speaks with a groan. You let out a gasp as Bucky rubs your swollen clit, making you wetter if that was even possible.

Your hands lift as you decide to help Edward with his pants, needing to feel him in your mouth, taste him. See if he is as sweet as he seems. You move swiftly, moaning when you finally free his hardened cock. Your mouth falls open and you quickly latch onto his leaking tip, not wasting anytime as you begin to suck. Edward’s head falls back, whimpers escaping him, never having experienced this kind of pleasure before, Edward didn’t know what to do except dig his blades into the mattress. Your mouth so skilful as if Bucky himself made it that way.

Bucky watches with heated eyes as you suck the soul out of his monster. His hands fall to his pants and immediately takes himself out, groaning as he wraps his hand around his thick, throbbing member, giving it a squeeze before slowly beginning to stroke it. “You’re doing so good, doll. A natural slut. One made for us.” He growls before laughing as he realises you were literally made for them, lining his swollen tip up against your sopping entrance, he groans as he slowly pushes in. Your walls squeeze him tightly, pulsating around him as he begins to thrust in and out.

You moan around Edward, eyes crossing as Bucky fucks hard and fast into you. Your cheeks suck in, sucking him harder and swirling your tongue around his leaking tip. Your head bobs up and down, Bucky pounds into you. His hands grip your hips, balls slapping against your arse. Edward whines, his hips begin to jerk, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth and hitting your throat as he feels his orgasm approaching.

“G–gonna… So close!” He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as spurts of cum shoot out of him. You moan softly, swallowing his cum and finally finding out that he was sweet both inside out and out. He slips out of you and sags into your bed, watching you with a happy look in his eyes.

Your moans are loud, bouncing off the walls as Bucky pulls you closer to him. His cock slides in and out of you roughly, a ring of white coating his base which each movement. Fingers gripping your flesh so hard, it’ll leave bruises in the morning. Your hands grip the sheets, fingers and toes curling as your back arches from the bed and your juices squirt out of you, covering your creator. Bucky groans, leaning over your body as he thrusts a few more times before releasing thick spurts of cum deep into you, coating your walls with white.

He leans back, peering down at you and pushes your hair out of your face. “Such a good doll for us.” The smile he gives is almost wicked, suited for a crazed man. Edward curls toward the two of you, carefully placing his arm around you as you all begin to drift off into a blissful sleep.

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wesleysniperking · 10 months ago

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The Clima-tact

Yes, Nami absolutely maximized Usopp's invention, adding her own weather combos and battle-ready tweaks with impressive smarts and creativity. But let's not forget that it was Usopp who crafted the Climatact in the first place, and he’s the one constantly upgrading it—free of charge, might I add. If the roles were reversed, you can bet Nami would have an invoice ready. Usopp even enhanced it before Whole Cake Island, which directly contributed to her MVP status in that arc.

I don't mean to sound critical, but when some Nami fans downplay Usopp's role in creating the Climatact, it's like saying Steve Jobs didn’t make the iPhone. Sure, a smartphone is only as smart as its user, but without Usopp—our very own Steve Jobs—there wouldn’t be a Climatact to trick out in the first place. So, yes, Usopp is the genius behind the hardware, and Nami’s the savvy user who downloaded every app and just upgraded to the iCloud storage plan.

Let's not forget that the Climatact isn't just any pole staff. Usopp's craftsmanship is what makes it unique, tailored specifically to maximize Nami's abilities. If she could achieve the same results with any ordinary staff, then her contribution wouldn't be as impressive. But the fact is, she can't—her abilities are amplified because of the specialized weapon Usopp designed and continues to upgrade.

Also, it’s important to remember that Nami’s weather techniques rely heavily on combining elements like water and other components. She can't do that without the Climatact’s unique features. Usopp didn’t just give her a standard weapon—he provided a tool that enables her to manipulate the weather in ways that would be impossible otherwise. His ingenuity is what makes her techniques feasible. So, without the Climatact, Nami wouldn’t have the same level of versatility and power in battle.

It’s kind of like finding the right blender. You can have all the ingredients, but if you don’t have the right blender, it just doesn’t work. The Climatact is that specialized tool for Nami. Without it, she wouldn’t be able to combine elements like water and lightning to create her powerful weather attacks. Usopp didn’t just hand her any old staff—he gave her the perfect “blender” that allows her to mix and match elements in ways that make her a force to be reckoned with. His craftsmanship is what makes her abilities possible.

Downplaying Usopp's role undermines the significance of his genius. Without his foundational work, there wouldn’t be a Climatact for Nami to trick out in the first place. Both their contributions are vital, but Usopp's craftsmanship is the cornerstone of Nami's success.

Let's give credit where it's due.

(He assembled and created the parts. Figuratively it was the RAM, ROM, BIOS, and Power Supply)

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sp00ky-scary · 6 months ago

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Writing down ideas for a Monster High, not au or rewrite but I guess my own G4? Idk it's just vague ideas rn and entirely copy pasted from my notes app so if there are spelling or grammar errors no there's not :]

There's a lot so I'm hiding them

Monster High - Established as a high school (boarding so almost all the students live there) in the USA for teenage monsters to have community, complete their education (or get one if they never had one) (or just get one like a regular person if they're a monster who's born not turned/created), and learn more about the monster world.

Plot (kinda) - No specific main character but Draculaura, Clawdeen, and Frankie are equally important, Draculaura is president of the student council (both the oldest and youngest to be, she's over 100 but she's only a sophomore) and Clawdeen and Frankie are new students arriving during their sophomore year (Clawdeen already did her freshmen year at human highschool and Frankie was homeschooled for a year and has been put with their approximate age group). Plot mostly consists of school shenanigans and travelling places (except that's either school relevant or done during the holidays for the most part no travelling to Boo York like a week into the semester or anything like that). Also no high schoolers dealing with generational beef and all that, just focusing on school life and adventures with the occasional crazy plot.

Lagoona Blue - purple, blue, black, Latina and Asian (Japanese? Some of her g3 dolls have Japanese food and it gave me the idea, idk though), creepy cute, sharp teeth and huge eyes, always looks drowned/like she just got out of a body of water, gyaru influence, eats fish and other sea creatures IS NOT a cannibal it's simply how the food chain works, very go with the flow, lives with her mum whilst her dad and siblings are in Japan (assuming I keep that idea) (they aren't divorced her mum just had family stuff going on in her home country and Lagoona wanted to go and then somehow ended up at Monster High)

Spectra Vondergeist - 2000s scene queen, popular on MySpace before she died, died in a car crash probably, antagonist, desi (half, other half is white, also the half where she got the German last name from), purples, very monotone, runs an popular undead gossip blog that's mostly just rumours and lies and she feels no guilt over it

Howleen Wolf - into scene but is about 15 years late to it, total Spectra fangirl, pink, blue, orange, neon, childish, paw prints on everything, would be a kemonomimi if it weren't for the fact she is already a werewolf, she rly leans into the wolf thing though, Clawdeen's little sister

Clawdeen Wolf - fashion designer, rly into retro and vintage, specifically the 1990s, rly into thrifting, animal print, furs, browns, purples, gold, orangey pinks, plays with hairstyle a lot, sorta looks like she came out of a 90s magazine or music video, needs glasses to see (imagine being a werewolf and still needing glasses), played soccer as a kid

Cupid - skeleton from the 1950s, she's not literally Cupid or connected to the gods she's just really into romance, still runs a radio show, entirely vintage style down to like her hair and makeup routine (how does she have those when she's a skeleton? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯), is Cupid even her real name? who knows, pink, frills, red, white, rose gold or bronze idk, 40s-50s, hearts and feathers (still keeping some angelic elements)

Frankie Stein - not literally the child of Frankenstein but a scientist couple recreating Victor Frankenstein's work in order to create a child of their own (infertility? gay couple? incompatible species? idk), frazzled style, a little punk, school uniform vibes, black and white with pops of colour (blue and yellow, maybe pink, occasionally green), lightning/electricity motif, covered in piercings, tall and square

River Styxx - doesn't attend Monster High, pastel goth but also decora, would use whatever the monster equivalent of 2010s Tumblr is, not really bound by time

Toralei Stripe - British, desi, 1970s punk, singer, orange, black, clothes very torn and shredded, lots of layers, leather and plaid, thrifted, when she starts dating Clawdeen they do clothing diys and such together, temporary antagonist

Iris Clops - really 1960s-70s hippie type, flowy, greens and browns, a little bit of purple, swirls and psychedelic vibes, also a little mod, (keeping her g3 body type)

Draculaura - black, pink, white, the occasional yellow or pastel purple, gothic, lolita, sort of stuck in the Victorian era but with modern elements, skins pink because idk vampire weirdness or from her illness, dyes her hair (maybe IWTV vampire hair logic? then she'd be redying it frequently but that works to explain how it's always changing), her backstories to long but from late Victorian England, almost died of disease, Dracula turned her and then adopted her, her mother is missing, (she's still Taiwanese but very disconnected from her culture, more connected with Romanian culture as she lived there with Dracula for a few decades after her turning), she likes hats and umbrellas, puffy, bows, frills, short and round, in like every school club ever, except the gardening club, not that one

Cleo de Nile - from ancient Egypt but only entered the modern world recently, threw herself into modern clothing, very with the trends but keeps elements of ancient Egyptian culture, heavy makeup, golds, blues, aqua, orange, occasionally bronze, lots of accessories, sheer fabrics, shiny, highest of high heels, wears wigs, has bandages but clothes also mimic bandages, feels the need to prove herself and her wealth and status

Elissabat - turned in the 1980s, trad goth mixed with romantic goth, ran into Draculaura in the 1990s, purples and black, lacey, flowy, long, very covered, big boots, tall and pointy, elegant, did some acting as a human and vampire in the 80s and 90s under the name Veronica Von Vamp and developed a slight cult following before disappearing in the 2000s (attends Monster High after they accidentally find her on a drama club/class trip to Hauntlywood?)

Robecca Steam - steampunk, another one from the late 1800s, desi (kinda, she's a robot but she was designed to theoretically be because Hexiciah is), browns, blues, copper and bronze, metal and leather, harnesses, frills, a little masc, googles, hats, less rich Victorian, more working class

Venus Mcflytrap - literally just G3 Venus idk what to tell you

Honey Swamp - not too different from G1 but she's a MH student from the start, and her outfit is cuter (nothing against her G1 design she's one of my faves) cottagecore, flowery, pastels, greens and purples, into cinematography and gardening (in the gardening club with Venus? Dating Venus?)

Deuce Gorgon - finally a boy, punk mixed with grunge, almost the average alt teen boy in the 2000s but cooler, sunglasses, browns, oranges, greens, leather, snake skin (fake), spikes, metal but idk what metal, return of the snake mohawk, not actually the son of Medusa just the son of a female Gorgon, maybe she can be called Medusa anyway and it's like a joke that she's Medusa but not THE Medusa

Viperine Gorgon - Deuce's cool older cousin, makeup artist, not a student at Monster High (plot she helps out as the makeup artist with the drama club?), retro, boho, hippie, pinks and baby blue, a little yellow/cream, more snakey than Deuce because she's older, all her hair is snakes, paisley patterns

Skelita Calaveras - just G3 Skelita tbh, maybe not the magic though just because I don't really feel like incorporating magic

Heath Burns - that guy who wears branded sports wear all the time, orange, yellow, black, blue, burnt, fire, lava, yk that one concept art of g3 Heath, buzzed but with fire hair, fire elementals have regular hair and fire hair, his regular hair is shaved, I don't think this makes sense to non Australians but his outfits would kinda have eshay vibes, he's not one but he'd dress like one

Clawd Wolf - you know Troy Bolton? Like he does basketball and theatre basically, and it's like a little bit of a conflict but only because his schedule clashes often, ripped jeans, varsity jackets, t-shirts with musicals on them, basketball jerseys, sneakers like all the time no matter the occasion, sorta always looks like he just came from basketball practice or drama club (because he probably did), Clawdeen's twin

#thoughts #monster high #monster high g3 #monster high au

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nanowrimo · 2 years ago

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How to Choose the Right Story Idea

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Scrivener, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an award-winning writing app containing all the tools you need to get writing and keep writing. They’ve teamed up with S J Watson, bestselling author of Before I Go To Sleep, to get some tips on deciding if your story idea is a good one.

If you’re writing fiction, the thing that must come first is the idea. Without that we have nothing. But what are ideas; how do we get them; and crucially, how can we choose which ones are good enough to sustain a long piece of fiction?

These are big questions, so let’s consider them here.

What is an Idea?

I came across two interesting dictionary definitions of what an idea is:

Something such as a thought or conception that is the product of mental activity; and

A sense that something can happen, a notion or expectation.

The seeds of ideas are everywhere. Everything we see, hear, read or watch can spark a thought, and we need to remain alert to those sparks, as some might become useful ideas. But being alert is not enough. Rarely do ideas arrive fully formed. Usually we have to actively work on promising nuggets in order to turn them into gold. We can’t just sit around and wait for the lightning bolt to strike.

Instead, get used to actively, and playfully, interrogating your daily musings. Ask yourself questions. ‘I wonder what would happen if…’ or, ‘Why did that person just..?’ etc. Don’t censor yourself. Let your mind take you to wild and fanciful places. You can always reign it back in later. Fill your notebook.

Choosing an idea to work on

Not all ideas are created equal. So how do we choose? Look at the second definition above. Some ideas seem exciting at first but they’re limited. It’s hard to see how they can lead to interesting characters and high-stakes conflict. Others invite you into a world brimming with possibilities. They seem to open doors. These are the ones to work on.

The best, most fertile ideas, are magnetic. They grow by attracting other ideas to them. You’ll notice connections, and find yourself asking ‘What if..?’ and ‘I wonder why..?’ more and more. When this happens, you know you’re on to something, but at this point it can still help to ask yourself some questions.

First, which ideas excite you? Are there any that you can’t quite believe no one else has written? If so, go for it! If not, then perhaps proceed more cautiously. Don’t reject them outright, necessarily. Maybe you just need an extra ingredient or two. Give it time and wait until you do get that glimmer of excitement.

Next, can you see a protagonist with a goal and obstacles that stand in their way? If not, maybe you have an idea for a situation, but not an actual novel. ‘What if a totalitarian regime came to power?’ is not an idea for a story, but ‘What if two people fall in love in a world governed by a regime that has outlawed romantic attachment?’ is. Again, keep going, stir the pot until you can come up with characters and conflict.

Also ask, are the stakes high enough to maintain a reader’s interest, and if not can they be raised? Are their problems, if not universal, then at least relatable? A professor searching for the key to immortality is one thing, but a professor searching for the key to immortality because his wife is dying is suddenly something else. Keep going until you feel that tug of universality.

Finally, does your idea seem original? This is important, but beware! Almost everything has been done before, the key is how you combine ideas and what you do with them. Don’t reject every idea that is reminiscent of something else, but instead look for how you’re going to make it your own.

In short, daydream, be playful with your thoughts and observations, and sooner or later something will come along that seems on fire with possibility. Congratulations! Now the hard work starts…

SJ Watson is author of Before I Go To Sleep, which was turned into a film starring Nicole Kidman. He has since published two further psychological thrillers, Second Life and Final Cut, and has set up The Writers’ Lodge, which aims to help and support writers at every stage of their creative writing journey. S J Watson recently launched a public novel writing project called The Experiment. He writes using Scrivener.

All NaNoWriMo participants receive 20% off Scrivener for macOS and Windows from now until December 7, 2023, with the code NANOWRIMO23 .

Top photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing ideas #story ideas #writing #writing advice #by nano sponsor #scrivener #sj watson

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acheronist · 1 year ago

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list of things i would show henry peglar if he hadn't died under mysterious circumstances in the canadian arctic archipelago circa ~1850

g2 pilot gel pens

rock climbing gyms

six pack of craft beer from a local brewery

uniqlo's line of heat-tech thermal wear

multivitamins

youtube clip of a tree getting struck by lightning

robert smithson's great salt lake jetty spiral (1970)

william lamson's mineralogy installation at 40°43'42.6"N 114°02'10.3”W

lottery tickets

brunch with endless mimosas (#noscurvy)

vegan restaurants (#nocannibalism)

carhartt jackets with the blanket linings

LED flashlights

pride parades in june where everyone is warm + happy + have their tits out

follow up on the pride parade -> taking him to the club on like... goth fetish night or something silly

the notes app

electric can openers

spirograph toy set

public library

labor laws created by the success of unions

weed edibles that are strawberry lemonade flavored

the parks canada submarine go-pro footage of hms terror

this jellycat toy in particular

#📜#tertell .....#peglar

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3eyezmug · 1 month ago

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tumblr! Can i ask with your host Nokia?

For clarify (Lightning) are you inspired from another object show like "The App Wars". Because their style look same by me (audience)?.

"The App Wars" created by Awesome Pawsome

Some personal question some people said your being platform abadoned is true or not?

Last, are you kinda forced competing like "Animatic Battle"?.

Note: Sorry for Bad English =[

Hii! ( answering out of charecter for a sec sorry) ive seen a couple people bring up app wars to me before i never heard about it and they wernt a inspo at all i only found out about it after ep 1 but the concept off personified apps is deffinetly something thats been played with before by alot of diffrently people most of my bfnif inspos are just from the community of the apps themselves or shows like total drama,southpark, and smileing friends!

I dont think i understand the 2nd question (sorry!)

And for the 3rd nope! All contestants in bfnif are competing bc they want to and its all by free will

Tysm for askin!

#bfnif #osc community #battle for niche internet fame #osc #5sos #osc art #burner #battle for bfb #bfb #battle for bfdi

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suicid4ldoll · 2 months ago

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How to get started in magic.

You’re not here by accident. If you're reading this, you've already heard the call. It wasn’t a trumpet or a flash of lightning. It was a slow burn. A flicker. A moment in the shower where the water hit different. A song lyric that felt like a memory. That night you stared at the moon and felt like she was staring back.

Magic doesn't start. It awakens.

And babe, I hate to break it to you—but it’s already been watching you. Every time you talked to yourself like someone was listening? Every time the wind shifted when you got mad? Every time you just knew something was off?

Yeah. That was it. That was them. That was you.

Forget Aesthetic, Remember Ancestry

Real magic isn’t bought. It’s remembered. It’s in your blood, buried under generational shame, colonization, religion, and a few centuries of gaslighting.

You don’t need a wand. You don’t need the perfect witchy outfit. You need to remember who you were before you were told to shut up, sit still, and stop being “dramatic.”

Start with your people. Even if they’re gone. Even if they hurt you. Ask, out loud: "Who walks with me?" Then shut up and listen. Not with your ears. With your body. Your dreams. Your chills.

Keep a glass of water by your bed. That’s a phone line to the other side. And when it spills for no reason? When it turns cloudy? Yeah. Pay attention.

Your Body is the First Altar

Don’t rush to build an altar on your desk when your body’s still aching to be honored. Start with a breath. A stretch. A bath you treat like a baptism. Touch your skin like it’s sacred. Because it is. You’ve got ancestors living in your hips. You've got spirits in your spine.

Cleanse before anything. Cleansing is saying, “This is mine. No one gets to feed on me without permission.” Use smoke. Use salt. Use Florida Water. Use tears if that’s all you’ve got. Tears are holy too.

Create Rituals Out of the Mundane

Magic is not a Netflix episode. It's not scheduled. It’s not always pretty.

It’s:

Stirring your drink and whispering your intentions into the steam.

Saying "thank you" to your keys when they don’t get lost.

Wearing red lipstick on days you need protection.

Playing THAT song when you need to shift your whole frequency.

Ritual is repetition + intention. That’s it. That’s the secret.

Get to Know the Unseen Before You Ask for Favors

Everyone wants to manifest love, money, and glow-ups. Cool. But imagine asking a stranger for a ride to the airport without even saying hi first.

Build the relationship. Light a candle just to say thank you. Pour water and don’t ask for anything. Listen. Journal. Dream.

You’re not a consumer of the divine. You’re part of it.

Protection First, Always

Before you hex. Before you manifest. Before you open a damn portal.

PROTECT YOURSELF.

Basic spiritual hygiene:

Clean your space physically first.

Then spiritually: smoke, sound, spray, salt.

Cover your mirrors when not in use.

Close circles when you open them.

Don’t share your rituals with people who drain you.

Witchcraft without boundaries is just spiritual codependency.

The Internet is Not Your God

Tumblr, TikTok, Pinterest—they’re tools. But your magic? It’s not found in a 30-second soundbite.

It’s in the way your grandmother used to hum while cooking. It’s in the way you just knew something bad was coming—and you were right. It’s in the gut feelings, the headaches before storms, the dreams that turn out real.

Don’t let aesthetic trends make you forget that your soul has been doing this long before it was cute.

Write Everything Down

Start a grimoire. A Book of Shadows. A Notes app. Whatever. You are a walking spellbook. But memory is slippery.

Write down:

Your dreams

Your rituals

What worked and what flopped

Signs you keep seeing

The way your body reacts to energy

It’s not just documentation. It’s divination. Read your past self like an oracle.

The Dark Is Not Evil. It’s Fertile.

Stop running from your shadows. They are not here to ruin you. They are here to reveal you. Real magic is not just light. It's decay. Rot. Death. It’s tower moments and ego deaths and crying in the bathtub while your old self drowns.

Let her die.

That version of you that shrank to survive? Give her a funeral. Then resurrect yourself with glitter in your veins.

Magic is a Lifestyle, Not a Weekend Hobby

You don’t turn it off. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

It’s in:

The tarot card that falls out three times

The person who looks like your dream

The silence that suddenly feels crowded

The goosebumps you get when you speak your truth out loud

It’s constant. It’s inconvenient. It’s divine.

You Are the Spell.

You’re not casting. You’re becoming.

Your voice is incantation. Your dance is invocation. Your survival is proof of power.

BE ORIGINAL.

Make your own rituals, Make your own sigils, Make your own spells.

They turn out 100x more powerful when it actually resonates with YOUR energy.

Reblog if your blood remembers. Comment if you’ve seen the signs. Follow for more whispers from the doll.

#manifestation #law of assumption #magic #witchcraft #loa tumblr #law of attraction #spellcaster #spellwork #spellcraft #magick #witchcore

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whitecrowsims · 3 months ago

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*ominous sounds in the distance*

actually its just my sim riding her bike in a rubberbanding manner through Monte Vista, which I have totally legally obtained (which is a lie)

I have been suddenly sucked into The Sims again after what, 10 years? (that too is probably a lie) and kinda consider making CC again?? like the itch is there again but I don't know if I'll go to the pharmacy to get the cream for it or wait it out. So much nostalgia suddenly hit me and after seing my latest mods for TS4, my stuff didn't suck all the time (might be a lie). I am close to hitting 30 so that is sadge but oh well.

I still have to get all the resources back in order to start creating, but after installing multiple mods for TS2, it shouldn't be that hard (seriously installing lightning and graphic mods for that game is straight up banana-doodoo).

also after seing @simlicious continuing to create beautiful stuff after all these years is really inspiring to me!!

@golyhawhaw you owe my like 30 money for buying TS3 again after you so sloppily manhandled our shared Origin/Ea-App account! I love you

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pastelbatfandoms · 9 months ago

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My Kpop MCU DR💖🌠

Inspired by the lore in their MV's.

Stray Kids-

They are still a Kpop group, Bang Chan is still the leader because he brought them together but Changbin manifested them in that reality.

Felix accidently shifted there, and is now "stuck." Has powers of his own, like the blue flames.

Felix has a sword similar to Renji from Bleach. It can reach long distances & unleashes a blue flame. (I had a dream about it)

Felix controls his powers through his pulse. Is unknowingly part angel/demon.

Everyone thinks he created Stray Kids but it was actually Changbin.

Changbin also has lightning & god like powers which he can use on other groups like Itzy.

Changbin knows about parallel universes & alternate realities. They all do now but Binnie is the one who scripted Twice, Itzy & NMIXX's powers.

Changbin also has energy manipulation and Super Strength due to experimenting with ULTRA (This realities version of the super soldier serum)

Han has telekinesis.

Seungmin can freeze & turn back time but not change it.

Lee Know can time travel & go to other planets & universes.

Hyunjin can shape shift (only into other humans) & has super speed (like his speed mirage)

I.N. can duplicate & clone himself. Is an alien as is Han.

Only Bang Chan knows. Bang Chan is also a Hybrid, Vampire/WereWolf.

Dr Strange has helped Felix control his powers but keeps an eye on Lee & Changbin because of what they can do.

They all can teleport

My other dr self Lilianne, Deadpool & Wolverine are fans.

They can transform into their respective animals...👇

Felix- Yellow Bird (as well as mythical ones) 🐦‍🔥

Changbin- Pig & Warthog 🐽🐗

Han- Beaver, Chipmunk & Squirrel 🐿️🦫

Hyunjin- Ferret & any rodent 🐹🐁

Lee- Rabbit & Cat 🐈‍⬛🐇🐅

I.N.- Fox 🦊

Bang Chan- Wolf 🐺

Seungmin- Dog 🐶🐕

TxT

Together by Tomorrow is also in this DR. All the boys have super agility & know martial arts.

They are also descendants of Fallen Angels.

Yeonjun, the leader, can leap large distances, has solar powers & demon horns (Which he uses glamour to hide) Yeonjun's power color is blue.

Beomgyu has super strength, as well as can grow spikes along his body. Knows magic, is able to see & communicate with spirits. His color is green.

Soobin knows pyromancy. Has demonic features like large pointed ears, connected to The Fae. His color is red.

Taehyun has ice, water powers & demon eyes. His color is purple.

Kai has wings & can fly. Is most connected to their angel/demon/fae lives. Kai's color is yellow.

All of them time travel & portal jump. Thanks to Beomgyu's spell book. (Given to him by Hecate & Cernunnos) Dr Strange is watching them all closely.

My DR Self

Another version of me in my MCU dr is Michiru. I also have the same one (without abilities & in different relationships) in my other Kpop drs so I won't be explaining my background here other than I'm in NMIXX (replacing Sullyoon) and aware I shift.

I am the "Tech Girl" (Similar to Daisy Johnson aka Quake) and like I.N., knows what is going on in that universe. Especially with the clones and androids.

I have an app that can control or stop them.

Friends with Itzy & Twice.

All of NMIXX can traverse realms & are aware of shifting.

Came from the same post apocalyptic world as Stray Kids, BTS, Twice & Ateez (But Ateez, despite being space pirates, did not shift to the MCU)

I can also see spirits & through realms. I use music to concentrate. I can also see through dimensions via electronics as if I was there.

I am in a relationship with Yeonjun & Bang Chan. (Possibly other members as well)

Polyamoures.

NMIXX are all two years older than in their cr.

My emoji 🦄

EXO is also now in it as Werewolves and each have their own respective elemental powers, like in their MVs. I have a Childhood Friends to Lovers dynamic with Chanyeol.

The group is also Aliens and came from the Sirian star system to our dystopian planet to help us escape it. (Once it became apparent we couldn't heal it)

I have mini shifted a bunch of times and had a couple ungrounded shifts as well, that I will talk about in another post! Also one of my first full shifts!

BTS is also in this dr now, I will be making a seperate post about them!

#kpop dr #MCU dr #stray kids #TXT #NMIXX #desired reality #reality shifting #shifting script #dr memories #EXO #do not steal

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coochiequeens · 11 months ago

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I've posted many times about how surrogacy exploits women but there's also the fertility industry exploiting people despretate for bio kids and how they don’t care about the future impact on the resulting kids.

Netflix's 'Man With 1000 Kids' puts a spotlight on the lack of international regulations for sperm donors

July 9, 2024, 6:00 PM EDT

By Elizabeth Chuck

A Netflix docuseries has put a spotlight on the unregulated world of sperm donation, particularly the lack of stopgap measures that might prevent donors who have been banned by one country from simply going elsewhere to donate more.

Released earlier this month, “The Man With 1000 Kids” explores the fallout from the case of serial sperm donor Jonathan Meijer, a Dutch man who fathered children around the globe via donations to sperm banks, as well as through private meetings he reportedly held directly with prospective mothers. The Dutch Society for Obstetrics and Gynecology prohibited him from donating sperm in the Netherlands in 2017, but he continued to donate to other countries afterward.

The result of Meijer’s actions is there are hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of half-siblings who may not realize they are related to one another. Their risk of accidental inbreeding is real: In 2021, The New York Times reported some of Meijer’s offspring had come across one another on the dating app Tinder.

"Once, I swiped on a sister and she swiped right on me at the same time,” said a half-brother, Jordy Willekens, who lives in the Netherlands. “I have a very trained eye by now.”

Experts and advocates for donor-conceived people say Meijer’s story is not an outlier.

“There’s nothing keeping donors from donating anywhere. If a donor is banned in their home country, they just go somewhere else,” said Wendy Kramer, director of the Donor Sibling Registry, which she co-founded in 2000 with her son, Ryan, who was donor-conceived. The worldwide matching site has connected more than 26,000 half-siblings and donors so far, and Kramer said some people have found over 200 matches.

“There’s no regulation. There’s no oversight,” Kramer added.

There’s nothing keeping donors from donating anywhere. If a donor is banned in their home country, they just go somewhere else,” said Wendy Kramer, director of the Donor Sibling Registry, which she co-founded in 2000 with her son, Ryan, who was donor-conceived. The worldwide matching site has connected more than 26,000 half-siblings and donors so far, and Kramer said some people have found over 200 matches.

Without any sort of global tracking system, donors who have been banned in one country are easily able to keep donating in other countries, said Jody Madeira, a professor at Indiana University Maurer School of Law who is writing a book about fertility fraud by doctors and serial donors.

“They shouldn’t donate. They promise not to. But ‘shouldn’t’ doesn’t mean ‘can’t,’” she said. “And there’s no lightning bolt that’s going to come down because there’s no international registry.”

Countries have rules for the number of offspring sperm donors can produce, though many are recommendations rather than laws. In the Netherlands, nonbinding guidelines limit clinic donors to 25 children. In the U.S., guidelines from the American Society for Reproductive Medicine suggest a cap of 25 children per donor in a population of 800,000. Norway limits donors to eight children, Spain limits them to six children, and Sweden limits them to 12 children across six families.

In an email, Meijer criticized such regulations, writing that in his experience as a donor for 17 years, “one of the trends I see is that countries with the highest government regulations for donors, creates a serious shortage of qualified donors.”

Meijer called himself “one of the best donors you can wish for” in videos on his YouTube channel and says the Netflix documentary, which he declined to participate in, is full of lies.

He also argued that he did nothing wrong by donating internationally.

“You have to realize that I follow the guidelines of the international sperm banks,” Meijer said in a YouTube video posted Thursday. “They don’t inform their recipients, the people that order the sperm from their stock — they will never inform the parents about the amount of offspring that they have created with the same one donor.”

“So you might say, ‘You had to inform the parents correctly about a number.’ But I was following international guidelines,” he added.

Two large international sperm banks that Meijer mentioned in his video, California Cryobank and Denmark-based Cryos International, did not respond to questions about their screening processes for accepting sperm donations.

Cryos International says on its website that its donors cannot donate to any other sperm bank. In 2021, then-CEO Peter Reeslev told the New York Times that all Cryos donors are made aware of the exclusivity clause.

“Donors sign and commit in contractual terms to not donate in any other tissue establishments than Cryos before and undertake not to donate sperm to other sperm banks/tissue centers in the future as well,” he said.

On its website, California Cryobank says potential donors are rigorously screened, with less than 1% of applicants qualifying to become donors. It lists a number of accreditations and licenses it says it has, including from the American Association of Tissue Banks, which performs on-site inspections, and the Food and Drug Administration, which has rules about quarantining sperm donations and testing them.

But those rules do not address the number of offspring a donor can have or what happens when one country tells a donor to stop donating.

While no efforts are underway to create a worldwide registry of sperm donors, Colorado will implement a law next year that states that it forbids anonymous sperm or egg donations, meaning when donor-conceived people turn 18, banks and clinics will provide contact information for their donors to them.

The law also caps the number of families that can use a single donor and requires sperm and egg agencies to make a “good faith effort” keep permanent, up-to-date medical records on donors.

It is the first law of its kind in the U.S. Australia and a number of European countries already prohibit anonymous sperm and egg donations, giving donor-conceived people access to more information about their identities and family histories.

But some advocates say that even with the new Colorado law, there is still no oversight mandating accurate record-keeping on the number of children born from any single donor, especially since other states won’t be keeping count.

“There’s no entity keeping track of the number of kids for one donor, and nothing changes with that. Sperm banks and egg clinics will continue to have no accurate accounting of the children born to any one donor,” Kramer said. “The conversation doesn’t make sense until you have accurate record-keeping.”

It also doesn't help with the problem of sperm donations from a single donor in multiple countries. Kramer said that the discovery of half-siblings always comes with a slew of emotions for donor-conceived people but that it can be especially fraught when the newfound relative is in a different country.

"Oftentimes these people are so excited to have found each other, and they want to meet, but distance is prohibitive because of cost and time,” she said.

Language barriers can also make it harder to communicate important information.

“It’s really important to know your family health history, and also medical updates,” Kramer said. “Are you healthy? Do you have any genetic concerns? Because this can help with screenings and preventative medicine.”

Erin Jackson, founder of We Are Donor Conceived, a support group and online resource community that has about 3,600 members on Facebook, lives in California and was donor-conceived in Canada. She has found nine or so half-siblings and suspects she could have 100 or more she does not know about yet.

“I was born in the suburbs of Toronto, and I moved to San Diego,” she said. “I know that if I’m going to find more siblings, they’ll probably be in Canada. And there’s a sadness that comes from knowing I’m, like, a $600 flight away from any of them. It’s really not easy to just pop over and integrate myself into their lives, even if we both want that.”

As for Meijer’s voluminous number of sperm donations, Jackson said she was “disturbed but not surprised.”

“There just aren’t legal protections that would stop someone from doing this,” she said.

“There’s a lot of psychological damage that comes out of this type of situation,” she added. “I can’t imagine being one of this guy’s children.”

#Netflix #The Man With 1000 Kids #Fertility fraud #serial sperm donor #Potential accidental incest among offspring #Jonathan Meijer #The Dutch Society for Obstetrics and Gynecology #No international list of prolific sperm donors #No matter where his offspringgo they could meet half siblings #Donor Sibling Registry #California Cryobank #Cryos International #We Are Donor Conceived

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