#Digital sat Math

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[roseband]

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[verygardenunknown]

[milkyouija]

doing art

in between cleaning my room, writing up discussion question for my school's GSA's book club next year, studying for the SAT, doing some math (luckily this is relaxing), and playing minecraft

oh and the good ol 9-5 / 3-11

[a-sleepy-ginger]

28/2/24

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Got to sit on train both to and from college

Had stupid conversation about getting struck by lightning with college friend

Misremembered the lyrics to initial d running in the 90s (throw you credit card into the sea, punch that satellite into the sea. No I don't know why I thought these were the lyrics, the sea is not mentioned once in the song)

Got research methods remediation done

Thought about oc names in terms of waterfowl

Got told to keep it real in red text by my phone calculator cus I tried to square root a negative number (dunno that it made me happy but I did laugh)

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[blacktabbygames]

The amount of art in STP and Scarlet Hollow is positively staggering, in my opinion, and puts even the non-indie visual novels that I've played to shame. I hope you don't mind my asking, but have you ever sat down and tried to figure out how much it would have cost to pay someone else to do the art for these games if neither of you could draw?

Thank you! I don't think it's fully quantifiable for a number of reasons. In particular, Abby's contributions as a writer inform how she approaches her art in a way that would be difficult to capture if we were hiring a third party to just do art.

From my understanding, most visual novels that hire out their art work also hire different artists for backgrounds and sprites, which wouldn't work with the style/presentation of our games, where the sprites are drawn on top of backgrounds using tracing paper, allowing our characters to interact more organically with the world. Assuming those two points are non-issues, though, and assuming a general advanced-career rate of ~$500 per background and ~$100 per unique pose, and $10 per variant of a pre-existing sprite... Scarlet Hollow (so far): ~$600,000 Slay the Princess: ~$250,000 for the base game, ~$150,000 for the Pristine Cut (so ~$400,000 total)

It's worth noting that Slay the Princess, which is done on smaller paper and only in pencils (instead of pencils + inks + full digital color) is less labor intensive per asset than Scarlet Hollow, but for the sake of simplicity, I'm not assigning a different cost to those assets. Possibly still low-balling things here, and again, there's so much to Abby's art that's unquantifiable in this area. But that's the napkin math.

She's also a *mindbogglingly* fast artist. I want to say she managed to do all of the art of the original release of Slay the Princess (hundreds of backgrounds, over 2,000 sprites) in about six months? I'd have to imagine that work over that time frame would usually require something like 5 artists, which then adds further challenges around stylistic cohesion.

[ravenslvt]

☆ choso kamo x f!reader ☆

cw: smut! college au! virgin choso! kinda pervy choso! unprotected sex! mutual pining!

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busy thinking about your college classmate choso who has the biggest crush on you.

the pretty girl who sits next to him in his math lecture.

when you spoke to him for the first time asking for the notes from your class, he practically scrambled to get out his notebook for you to copy off of.

and when you asked for his number with a sweet smile on your pretty face (for homework! of course!) he got so nervous, going over the number over and over in his head praying he didn’t accidentally hit the wrong digit.

his breath hitches when his phone lights up a day or two later.

‘hey!! i’m so behind in math, wondering if you’d like to help me study later :)’

he blinked a couple times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks or if you meant to text someone else. but all his worries dispersed when another text comes through.

‘this is choso, right?’

he has no idea how he ended up in your dorm room, sitting on your cute little bed with open textbooks surrounding you two.

you sigh, leaning your back against the headboard while stretching out your arms.

you were sure your brain was fried from all this mind numbing work.

“this is boring, why don’t we do something else.” your gaze falls on the dark haired boy in front of you, his eyes meeting your own. he gulped, an eyebrow quirked.

“like what?” he asks, sitting up.

you only just met him two months ago, so you didn't know a lot about the man.

you think for a second, lips pursing together as you drum your fingers along your thigh.

“you ever kiss a girl before, choso?” you ask, head tilting to the side as you watch for his reaction.

his eyes widen at your question.

“i-“ he opens his mouth to speak, nervous under your gaze.

you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“choso?” you softly ask. he didn’t even notice the way you were sitting closer to him, your thighs brushing against eachother.

he finally looks up at you, pink dusting on his cheeks.

“i-no, i haven’t.” he sheepishly admits, emberassed you would make fun of him or even kick him out of your room.

but instead you give him a shocked look.

“really? but you’re- i mean you’re hot.” you honestly say, making him chuckle. the anxiety built up in his body instantly relieving.

he knew he wasn’t ugly by any means, but your forwardness made his heart flutter. you always made him so nervous.

sure, he was pretty inexperienced, but he wasn’t innocent by any means. he’s watched a fair amount of porn, especially in his single dorm room at night.

he just spent most of his life watching over and taking care of his younger brothers. he was never really interested in finding a girlfriend. that was until he saw you on the first day of classes.

but the way you sat next to him on that first day, introducing yourself with a cute smile. you never left his mind since.

“could i- shit, can i-“ he stutters.

you giggle at his sudden shyness.

“you wanna kiss me, cho?” he shudders when you lean up by his ear to basically whisper to him.

“fuck, yes. so badly” all his shame flies out the window when your pretty little hand rests on his thigh.

his breath hitches when you crawl atop his lap, straddling him. fuck he was hoping you couldn’t feel how he instantly got hard from it.

you start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. gently cupping his cheek with your hand, you lean in, slowly brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.

one of his hands go to tangle themself in your hair, while his other held your waist gently. practically forcing you closer to him.

your lips move together, slowly at first, but eventually getting more and more aggressive. almost needy.

when you give his mouth an experimental lick, his tongue fighting with yours, you unconsciously roll your hips into him, making him moan into the kiss.

you pulled back, embarrassed you could barely control yourself from a make out session.

“s-sorry.”

fuck you were cute when you’re flustered.

“don’t be sorry. it’s hot.” he smiles, holding you by the back of your neck to bring you back into another kiss. your hands rest on his chest.

with all the baggy clothes he wears, it's hard to tell what a good body he has.

his hands move to your hips, grinding you against his clothed cock.

you whine when your clothed clit rubs against him just right.

“please, can i taste you. wanna eat you out.” he begs, kissing down your jaw down to your neck.

“are you sure? you really don’t have to.” you say, his kisses never ceasing.

“been dreaming of eating your pussy, baby.” he murmurs against your neck, biting down in a few spots. he reluctantly pulls back, letting you lie comfortably against your pillow.

your heart races as you peel your bottoms off, leaving you in your cute little panties. he crawls between your thighs, groaning at the sight.

“did you know this was gonna happen?” he smirks at the sight of your lacy panties. you smile. of course you did

“lucky guess.” you shrug.

he smirks, eyes drawn to your damp panties. he experiments with a lick over the wet patch, eliciting a small gasp from you.

“don’t tease” you pout down at him, making him chuckle. he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.

a wave of nervousness washes over you when he just stares in awe. you thought maybe he was gonna back out.

“even prettier than i imagined” he sighs, immediately delving in, making your gasp turn into a soft moan.

your mind wanders for a moment at the thought of him imagining this before. your hands finding themselves reaching under your shirt to play with your tits as he goes down on you.

he tries his hardest to do to you what he’s seen in porn. goes from flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit, to sucking on it which made your thighs tighten around his head.

he knew he found your most sensitive spot when his tongue flicked over a certain area, making you buck your hips up into him.

your hands move to grip in his messy dark hair, unconsciously tugging as he eats you out like a mad man.

you can’t see the way he slowly grinds his hips into the mattress, his cock straining almost painfully through his sweatpants.

your mind is in a frenzy, body squirming trying to escape how good it felt, but also rutting your hips up into his mouth because you really didn’t want him to stop.

not that he even would, he's in heaven right now. eating the pussy of the girl he’s jerked off too at least several times at this point.

his hands grip at the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he prods his tongue into your tight hole, nose brushing against your clit. you moan, tugging at his hair for more and he groans at the harsh tug. he fucking loves it.

you were sure you were so close as he fucks you with his tongue. toes curling so hard you're scared you’re gonna get a cramp.

“choso, please don’t stop” you beg, grinding up into his unrelenting mouth.

he just hums into your cunt in acknowledgement, his movements never stopping as you coat his tongue.

your heels dig into his back, hands tugging at his dark locs, the vibration of his groan making you moan out his name as you cum on his mouth.

you were sure he was lying about being inexperienced with how hard he made you cum. but the way he stared at you like you were a fucking goddess made you think otherwise.

you whine when you realize he still hasn’t stopped lapping at your sensitive pussy. your hips jolt up in overstimulation, making him come back to earth and pulling away.

“sorry” he pants, wiping off his lower face with the sleeve of his hoodie, licking his lips.

“don’t be sorry” you giggle, pulling him up so he’s hovering over you, strong arms on either side of your head. kissing you again. your essence surrounding his tongue.

he grinds his clothed erection into you, making you feel a little bad for neglecting him.

you reach your hand down to graze over him, making him groan and buck into you.

you pat his arm, signalling for him to switch places with you. he nods, sitting against the headboard.

you crawl into his lap, straddling him so you’re face to face. you smile, admiring how pretty he is.

“off?” you ask, tugging at his nice oversized hoodie. he nods, you lean back to let him pull it off of his frame, throwing the hoodie somewhere on your floor.

you made a mental note to defiantly steal that later.

it is so fucked up this man hides this monster of a body behind all those baggy clothes.

you can’t help but stare at his defined chest, running a hand down his stomach and to his hard cock. he moans when you rub him over the fabric of his pants, the heat of your hand making him go lightheaded.

your thumbs hook in his waistband, tugging down his hips, he helps you, bringing them down to his ankles.

you watch the way his thick, pale cock sits so pretty standing up against his stomach, the tip raging and pink from all the teasing.

you reach down to run your thumb over his slit, making him shiver. you felt bad teasing, but his reactions were so adorable.

you kiss and suck marks down his neck, down to his defined chest that you just wanted to bite.

his eyes go down to your throbbing pussy, his thumb innocently pulls apart your folds, rubbing at your clit generously. you mewl against him, hand gripping tighter against his cock.

if just your hand felt this good, he was imagining how amazing your cunt is gonna feel.

he was embarrassingly close, but he didn’t wanna cum like this.

“please” he pants, pushing your hand away. you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“hmm?” you look at him, curiously.

“wanna fuck you so bad, pretty. please let me fuck you, you’re so perfect i-“ he begs. you shut him up with a heated kiss, tongues clashing together as you give him mercy.

you set your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering over his cock.

“tell me if you wanna stop, ok?” you sweetly smile at him.

‘doubt it’ he thought. but he nods, promising.

you line him up with your entrance, very slowly sinking down on him, your face scrunches up a bit from the stretch of his sheer size.

you sigh when you’re finally seated on his pulsing cock, his hands gripping hard at your waist. his head against your shoulder in concentration of not cumming on the spot.

on instinct he bucks up into your heat, making you groan and squeeze around him, hips rolling.

“f-fuck, don’t do that or i’m gonna cum” he moans, hands holding you in place so you don’t squirm.

you giggle, kissing his cheek down his jaw, letting him collect himself.

after a few moments he does an experimental roll upwards, making you softly gasp. he keeps doing this. wanting more friction, you start bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

"s'big" you whine.

he moans, hands groping at your ass to help you ride him. he looks up at you, tits bouncing through your thin little top.

“so pretty” he lifts up the bottom of your shirt to uncover your tits, taking one into his mouth. you whine, leaning into him to feel him closer.

he nibbles and sucks on your tits, pulling off to stare at your fucked out face. you stare down at him, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open.

“kiss” you mumble to him.

he leans in, giving you a messy kiss as you fuck each other with a need for more. the way his dick fit deliciously inside of your snug pussy, almost sucking him in completely.

your hands tangle in the back of his hair, tugging and making his hips sputter. you try to do it again, but he removes your hands and puts them back on his shoulders.

"next time, g-god, m'gonna fuck you for hours, baby. promise." he pants, sucking dark red purplish marks into your poor neck.

you moan at the idea of a next time. maybe he'd take you out first on a cute date, make sweet dinner or lunch plans for you two.

or maybe he'd just take you to his dorm room and fuck you into his desk like he's been dreaming of for months. marking you up so everyone can see your matching hickies in lecture, knowing how pussy whipped you have him.

either way works.

he uses his strength to flip you back under him, never pulling out of you. he knew he was gonna cum soon, he was trying to put it off for so long but you’re making it too hard.

your head lolls back into the soft pillow, moaning as the flimsy bed frame of the dorm room squeaking like crazy. if his dick wasn't hitting every good spot right now perfectly, you'd probably give a fuck if the people next door heard.

he pumps into you as your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him closer. he fucks into you at a needy pace, his head in your neck as he whines into your ear which you could barely hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping.

“m’sorry, gonna cum, baby” he moans. your hands go back into his hair, humming.

“please cum in me, choso. need it.” you mewl, eyes threatening to roll back at the way the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with every harsh thrust.

you bring a hand to your neglected clit, rubbing furiously to catch up with him, legs shivering and cunt clenching.

he groans as he spills inside of you at the feeling of your walls contracting around him sending him over the edge.

“f-fuck! feels s'good choso.” you cry, cumming so hard you practically milk his cock.

you’re both panting, his body going stiff.

you push at his arm to make him get off of you since he was practically crushing you.

“sorry” he mumbles, his voice groggy. he reluctantly pulls out of you with a hiss, pulling his boxers back on and collapsing next to you.

“hand me that towel, please?” you point to the pile of clean laundry next to your nightstand, a fresh new towel sitting atop.

“yeah, shit, sorry.” he hands you the towel as you wipe down your inner thighs.

you put your now ruined panties back in place, noticing the way he's staring at you.

"what?" you smile, covering yourself with a throw blanket you keep on your bed.

he just shakes his head in a silent chuckle, plopping down onto the bed next to you. he moves a loose strand of your hair out of your face, finger running down your jaw to your kissed out lips.

your breath hitches at his gentle touch, his thumb dragging down your lower lip.

"nothing i just..." his eyes meet yours, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

"really like you" he sheepishly admits. you smiled at how cute he is. he just came inside of you and he was still nervous around you. how sweet.

"well i'd sure hope so." you giggle, feeling the dull throb between your legs from a few minutes ago.

it wasn't like your intentions weren't completely innocent upon inviting him here. you always thought the quiet guy in your class was hot.

you thought it was so cute whenever you'd 'accidentally' brush against him and he'd either tense up or his face would turn pink.

"but if it makes you feel better..." you cuddle up next to him, head nuzzling into his shoulder as his strong arm wraps around your waist.

"i really like you too"

you also showed up to class the next day wearing his hoodie that you successfully stole. he acted annoyed, but secretly fucking loved it.

a/n: i'm alive y'all i got my wisdom teeth out so i was not in a mood to write but i'm back!! hope u enjoy! sorry if the ending got a lil cheesy i'm trying to get better at dialogue since i usually just write pure porn.

(in need of jjk prompts i want the men so bad)

[headdinthewall]

INSIDE STRESS ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : during an INSIDE challenge, you lose a lot of money, thankfully your best friend (and crush) is there to reassure you that everything's okay. a/n : first george one-shot, hope it's okay. also might turn this into a series of events that happened on INSIDE? :) content : flirty friends (could be interpreted as establish relationship)

─────── THE SIDEMEN WERE an evil group of boys for organising a challenge specifically at night time. You were already exhausted and drained from constantly keeping up appearances for the abundance of cameras littered around the somewhat-apartment, not to mention the lack of nutritious meals you were served.

You were slumped against George on the couch, him wearing that ridiculous hi-vis vest. Your back used his side as a prop, and his arm came around one shoulder, laying flat on your stomach, thumb stroking back and forth.

You were so grateful for George's presence for this week. Honestly, it was so hard to tell where you stood with most people because they were all obviously here for themselves and already had alliances with other people, but at least you knew where you stood with George.

Friends.

Best friends.

Flirtatious best friends.

You couldn't deny how gut-wrenchingly beautiful George was. You'd always noticed it, always had a thing for him, but now, there was something different about him and it was becoming blatantly more obvious to yourself that these feelings were no longer light, fluffy butterflies in your tummy, but hardcore, heart-racing tremors that you couldn't reign in.

If only you knew he thought the same.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Millie Jo and Farah screamed as they ran back from the security room, sock-covered feet slipping along the floor.

George prodded your stomach, "Y/N!"

You jolted up, hearing your name snapped you out of your near-sleep state.

"Go! Go!" Farah shouted as they came into view.

"Just me?!" You clarified.

"Yeah!"

"Go girl!" Mya whooped for you.

You jogged down the stairs, running into the security room with enough time to spare, and when the ten seconds hit, you typed in the four-digit code, resetting the timer.

You let out a strong huff of breath and relaxed back in the office chair, catching you breath.

"It's lonely being in here on your own." You muttered to yourself.

You'd gotten used to having small monologues and conversations with yourself, knowing that it would most likely be used in production to fill gaps of the show when no drama or challenges were happening.

Your head flicked to the side as the screen changes, the words 'BACK TO SCHOOL' being presented on the television. You frowned in confusion but then the door to the side of the equipment buzzed and you knew you had to go through it.

Once you were on the other side, you whined, covering your face with your hand.

There was a small desk in the middle of the room, a chair in front of it and the INSIDE cards lay on the surface. There was also a green chalk board, in which a man stood, dressed in a suit and tie.

"Oh my God!" You laughed, recognising the man to be your Year Nine maths teacher, "Mr O'Leary!"

He laughed slightly but said nothing, and you assumed that that was the instructions he was given.

You walked over and picked the cards up, eyes scanning the cards before reading them out loud.

"Y/N, you are now back in Year Nine, as you can tell by your old maths teacher stood in front of you. To pass this challenge, you must answer three Year Nine questions correctly, the subjects will be science and maths. For every wrong answer, $10,000 will be deducted from the prize fund. Put that brain to work."

Your hand covered your mouth and you cursed to yourself and sat in the chair, shaking your head.

You'd barely passed maths and science GCSE, and now your entire challenge revolved around it. This was just cruel.

"Y/N, what is the formula for photosynthesis?" Mr O'Leary asked.

"Word or symbol?" You sighed.

"Either."

You bit your lip, your leg bouncing under the table. "Water plus carbon dioxide . . . arrow?" You drew an arrow in the air with your finger, "Oxygen?"

A loud buzzer rang out and the lights went red, making you jump.

"I'm afraid, you missed 'glucose plus oxygen' after the arrow." Mr O'Leary corrected you, not giving you another second to think about it before moving on, "What is the area of a sector?"

"Whatever the angle is, over 360, times pi times radius squared." You hummed, chewing your thumb nail out of nerves.

The light went green and you silently celebrated.

Two more questions later and you had deducted the prize fund by another $20,000. You were growing increasingly annoyed and embarrassed, because this was supposed to be easy. Some of the viewers watching are probably answering better than you were.

"What is the physics equation for work done?"

You groaned and dropped your forehead to the table, "I don't know!"

"Is that your answer?" Mr O'Leary chuckled.

"No! No!" You shook your head before rolling your eyes and taking a guess, "Force times distance."

The light flicked green and you actually cheered for yourself, breathing a sigh of relief.

All you needed to do was get this last question right and then you could get out.

You hadn't even thought about the timer counting down for the next INSIDEr to be a security guard.

"What is Newton's 2nd law of motion?"

Shit.

"Take the money. I don't know." You sighed, running your hands over your face.

The light went red and you closed your eyes, awaiting the next question.

"What is an isotope?"

"Oh my God! I know this! I know this!" You shot up from your chair, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "A thingy with the same number of protons but different neutrons!"

The light went green and the door buzzed. You'd never left a room so quickly.

Just as you sat back down in the chair, you scanned the TV screens and cursed as the name 'Jason' was on it, the time going down from '00:35'.

"Jason!" You shouted, standing up and running back. "Jason, it's you!"

You nearly tripped on your feet about ten times, but eventually you made it, panting and voice raw.

When you got there, Jason leapt to his feet, ready to dash, but a loud alarm rang out, signalling that it was too late.

"Y/N, you took too long with your task, and therefore lost another $10,000."

"What does she mean 'another'?" PK asked, rubbing his chin as Jason made his way to the security room.

You hid your face in your hands and shook your head, feeling embarrassingly emotional over a stupid challenge, but it was the guilt that clawed at you.

"Y/N?" George muttered, standing in front of you with his hand on your shoulder, "Hey, talk to me."

You let out a weak cry and he sighed, pulling you into his arms. His chin rested on top of your head and one hand cradled the back of it, carding through your hair.

"It's okay, hun." Milli said softly, stroking your back.

You pulled your hands away from your face and rested your cheek against George's chest, arms loosely around his waist as you sniffled.

"What happened?" Whitney asked, voice surprisingly calm considering she usually spoke at a volume of 90 decibels.

"I lost us like $50,000." You croaked shamefully, bottom lip trembling, "I'm so sorry."

"Ah . . . shit." DDG inhaled sharply, "How?"

"They gave me a school thing. It was all like Year Nine questions and I had to get three right, but for every one I got wrong I lost $10,000. It's fucking humiliating. And then I didn't get out with enough time to call for Jason."

"Nah, you know what though, you probably did better than me, y'know." PK said, "I'd have lost way more."

Mya laughed at him, which made everyone else chuckle, even yourself.

"It's okay." George muttered, kissing your head, "You did your best, yeah?"

You nodded, and pulled away from his embrace, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands and hiccupping, "Sorry, guys."

"You're all good." DDG nodded, and everyone murmured in agreement.

"Like PK said, you did better than any of us probably could." Mya hummed.

"Not George though, he's a privately educated twat." You scoffed, making everyone laugh.

"Excuse you!" George exclaimed, dragging you down onto the sofa with him.

You sat facing him, legs curled over his lap and his hand stroking back on forth on your knee. You placed your cheek on his shoulder and his arm fell around your back.

"You did good, promise." George whispered, toying with the ends of your hair.

"It's just embarrassing. How am I 24 and getting questions for 14 year-olds wrong?" You belittled yourself, arms wrapping around your stomach.

"Don't do that." George said, "We all forget things from school. It doesn't mean your dumb, it just means your forgot the bullshit nonsense they taught you because you don't actually need it."

You shifted, looking up at him and he smiled down at you, pecking your forehead.

"Don't cry, poppet. You did the best you could've. Besides, it's over with now. Don't dwell on it."

You nodded, curling into him and beginning to drift off in his arms, completely at peace in your current state.

The challenge and money loss left your mind and all you could focus on was the biceps that held you tight and the rise and fall of George's chest as you buried into it.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood: Polarity

Chapter 1: Sanctuary.

Title By: @oogaboogaspookyman

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Uugh…”

A drones hand, the palm scared with burns and the wear of nicks and cuts fumbles blindly toward the refurbished alarm on their nightstand, slapping the faded wood first before slaming the the alarm with their fist aggressively enough for the device to rattle.

The arm flops over the side of the bed with a deep purple cover, the soft purple LED on the back of their hand scraping against the hardwood floor as the being it was attached to attempted to go back to sleep now that the harsh digital beeping had stopped.

The bedroom was adorned with band posters, AC-DC, Metallica, Lamb of God, and Thousand Foot Krutch all haphazardly pasted onto the smooth wooden planks that made up walls. Two Guitars hung up on the walls, a purple hued electric one and a simple accostic one just below it.

On the desk, just in front of the bed, was a homebrewed laptop, thick and bulky, the top being stickerbombed with skulls, bats, and stars. Currently, there was a progress bar displayed for pirating music.

The grey office chair in front of the desk was old and slightly damaged, long scratches that had been patched and patched again throughout the years.

Along the three shelves that dotted the room, there were animal skulls, one with antlers, another with goat horns and sharp teeth, and yet another with a long snout and six eyes, paired with those were small trinkets, a lava lamp, a never-solved rubric’s cube, and a well worn, well loved little bat plush.

A lavender colored bean bag sat against the wall, squished from being used over and over and over again.

Filtered sunlight peered through the window, and a symphony of exotic bird sounds could barely be heard through the thick pane of glass that made up the window.

Light snoring filled the room as the drone fell asleep again, the blankets shuffling as they adjusted.

The door flung open.

“Tera! You're gonna be late for school again!” Came an older, yet familiar voice, her hand on her hip. Purple hair now tied in a long braid that went over her shoulder and signature beanie absent. She wore a dark purple sweater under a lack leather studded jacket.

Uzi Doorman sighed as the only response she got from her daughter was a deeper snore.

She raised her hand; a purple solver symbol appearing in her hand and around the blanket edge, pulling it off and exposing her 17 year old daughter. Long, black, messy hair, a tank top, and many scars covering her body, a darker grey standing out against the white of her chassis.

“Ter. Ter!”

“Huwah?” Tera grumbled, Sleep Mode message switching to a very sleepy display of closed eyelights, her hands come up to cover her visor. “Ugh. Mooom… Five more minutes…?”

“Uh-huh… and five more minutes turns into twenty and then an hour… Been there Jellybean. Get up, school time.” Uzi replied as Tera sat up, rubbing her visor and yawning, showing off a fearsome display of fangs.

“Schools stupid… Didn't you drop out?” Tera asked, waiting until her optics calibrated and everything wasn't a blurry mess.

“To raise you. And you know… I wasn't getting straight C's in all my classes like you.”

“It's great parenting to call your kid dumb Mom.” Tera sassed back. “And I get A's in Athletics and Biology!”

“I'm not calling you dumb, technically I'm calling you average.” Uzi smiled. Leaning against the doorframe. “Athletics is a gimme. I'll give a point in Biology though.”

“You try sitting still and listening to Mr. Riker drone on and on about math. Which. By the way, we're computers. We do that automatically. Why do we have a class for it?” Tera stretched, her back and shoulder joints making a grinding noise as she very subtlety winced, so subtlety her mother didn't notice.

“Same reason why you have a C in it.” Uzi chuckled. “Though arguing with you feels too much like arguing with myself, so I won't egg you on.”

“Gracías…” Tera replied, standing up and stretching out her long tail with a purple head on the end, the tail yawned too, blinking sleepily. Tera opened her inset closet and pulled out a red flannel shirt, which she slipped over her tank top.

“Still gotta go though.” Uzi said as she walked down the hall and down the stairs, her boots making them creak.

“…Bite me.” Tera grumbled, her tail twitching in irritation.

“Hah!” Came floating up the stairs, making the teenager roll her eyes.

She grunted as she bent down to grab her bag sitting next to her desk, a simple black duffle bag that had already been packed the day before. Her joints groaned and creaked, stiff from sleeping.

She pulled the bag up over her shoulder, and used the head of her tail to shut the door behind her.

The door directly in front of her in the upstairs hall was labeled Bishop, the shiny silver metal his name was ingraved on being well polished, compared to hers, which was dull and rather neglected.

Further down the hall, at the very end, there were her parents room, ingraved in the same way.

The only other door wasn't ingraved yet, but that belonged to-

“Sissy! Big Sis!” A pair of twins, currently both sitting at the kitchen table right next to each other, four years old and only te minutes apart, though if you asked the eldest, Bolt, it was twenty.

Bolt looked more like N, yellow eyelights and silvery-blonde hair, in a tiny, toddler sized worker body, smiling like a maniac at quite literally everything.

And then there was A.K, he shared the hair color of his brother but inherited his mother's purple eyelights, he was slightly quieter, instead holding dearly onto a dragon plushie as he awaited breakfast.

Speaking of breakfast…

N hummed as he wore a brightly colored pink apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook' Taking a tray of heavenly smelling oil cakes; a small pastry with oil filling, out of the wood-oven and setting it aside.

The Kitchen was decorated with pictures of family, Tera on her first day of school, the twins on the day they were born, N and Uzi on their wedding day…

And the largest, most center picture of the whole family, one twin each being held in N and Uzi's arms, with Tera standing in the middle and a Dissasembly Drone with thick, round glasses and a long, brown flowing duster that nearly touched the ground, his expression was deadpan, and attached to the duster was a thick leather book.

“Morning B! Ter!” N called in Tera's direction, making the teen turn around to lock into the white eyelights of her younger brother, 16 year old Bishop Doorman, with thick round glasses and long brown leather duster he used as a labcoat.

“Good Morning.” Bishop hummed back politely, face stuck into an engineering book the moment his greeting was complete. His tail, a white vial complete with a stinger tapped against the floor. “Oh, Tera's actually going to school today?” He sassed in a near monotone inflection.

“Put a sock in it, nerd.” Tera hummed back casually, sitting at the table and flopping her bag at her feet.

He rolls his eyes and ignores her, though both of thier tails are wagging afterwards.

N put a plate of oil cakes in front of them, giggling when Uzi thanks him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Ewwwwww.” The twins whine.

“Gross.” Tera agrees, popping the cake in her mouth and snapping her jaw, making it explode warm sweet oil into her mouth.

Bishop doesn't notice, his head is still buried in his book, though he does stab a cake with his tail and then put it in his mouth.

Uzi pulls N down to genuinely kiss him, exaggerating the wet and content sounds to spite and embarass her children.

Tera groans and looks away out the kitchen window, finishing her breakfast without looking at them, the twins cover each other's eyes.

“You should be happy your parents are still in love!” N said as soon as he regained air in his lungs, looking happy and content as his tail wagged behind him.

“I am. I just don't wanna watch my parents suck face.” Tera replied, her voice dripping with attitude as her tail picks up her bag for her, she drops her plate in the sink and waves her family goodbye without actually looking at them.

“See you after hells over.” She says as she opens the front door. Only for her mother to protest. “Not in front of the twins!”

The door shuts behind her.

She leans on the railed walkway that lead up to the Doorman residence, looking down on the town below…

Nestled in a clearing of giant, towering trees, though not enough of a clearing to endanger the solver drones down below, a repaired and functioning pumpjack was working away at the center of the walled town, houses stacked on top of each other to fit inside the circular shape, it was early enough that there were very few drones out and about yet, aside from those on thier way to the school building, through a small street that lead away from the open courtyard.

The Doorman residence was the tallest building, the second being the town hall located just across the pumpjack, and it was almost a labyrinth of walkways and stairwells to make it up to it.

Partly because walking to it had been an afterthought.

Tera shook off the last vestiges of sleep as her bat-like wings unfurled from her back, the hands on the ends flexing and the organic joints inside popping before she took off into the air, sending leaves and misplaced refuse blowing out around her.

The small settlement of Sanctuary (N's name when they first started building and it stuck.) Consisted of about 500 drones, the surviors of the now extinguished planet of Copper-9, and their decendants.

The houses wrapped around the pumpjack, two floors stacked on top of each other to accommodate every family who lived there. Though that wasn't the whole of Sanctuary.

There was a gate that led to the outside, defended on either side by manned watchtowers. A barracks that sat next to the town hall where gaurds were trained with the weapons they could make without advanced machinery.

Swords, spears, axes and bows, the medieval weaponry of old human civilization coming back to aid their spiritual successor in a new, alien environment.

A medbay and nursey sat next to that, for every gaurd that got mauled by the wildlife, or every pump worker that got their fingers stuck in the gears.

Past the medbay was a wooden paved street that lead deeper into Sanctuary, and just inside this is where Tera landed, spooking some students lingering outside the school building.

Her wings folded back into her body as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and began to climb up the few stairs to it's double doored entrance, sighing heavily before she pushed open the door… and walked inside.

Today was just another day.

[waywardangel-wilds]

hey, look at this! Bonding over childhood memories!

“Mr. Collins had a mole.” He says, pressing a digit against his chin. “Right here. Real or not real?” She smiles while her brow furrows, “real.” Her fingers trace the mouth of her cup. “Why are you thinking about him?” Peeta looks away, seemingly organizing his thoughts. “You don’t remember? We sat next to each other.” “Oh yeah,” And the memory comes to her. They were fourteen. Peeta had just had a growth spurt, and she remembers thinking he seemed awkward about his elbows and newfound height. His eyes used to leave a warm feeling on her cheekbone. It feels like a lifetime ago. “Hm. That’s when you started wearing your hair too long.” Peeta blushes, “I was going through a phase.” And his defense makes her laugh. “You looked a little like a girl,” she says with faux concern, and he can’t help but laugh with her. “I did,” he scratches at his furry cheek, his eyes lost in another memory. “Oh, I was terrible at math.” “I remember,” she nods, and it feels so good to smile. “He called on you all the time. You never got the answers right.” “Oh, I can’t believe you remember that.” He groans. “That’s awful.”

[glowettee]

Study Like an It Girl: Paris Geller Energy 📚✨

If there’s one fictional character who embodies the ultimate study grind, it’s Paris Geller from Gilmore Girls. Her level of ambition? Unmatched. Her drive? Relentless. And while her methods might sometimes verge on chaotic (okay, very chaotic), there’s so much we can learn from her approach to academics. I'm gonna break down how you can channel that Paris Geller energy while keeping your sanity intact. 🌸✨ (hopefully...)

1. Set Clear Goals (Be as Extra as Paris)

Paris didn’t just want to do well; she wanted to be the best. While you don’t have to make your life a competition, having clear, specific goals can give you direction. Instead of saying, “I want to study more,” try:

“I want to get an A on my next chemistry test.”

“I’ll complete three hours of focused study for math every weeknight.” Specificity helps you stay on track and keeps your energy focused on the right tasks.

💡 It Girl Tip: Create a vision board for your goals, Paris-style. Include dream colleges, career aspirations, or anything else that fuels your ambition. Keep it somewhere you can see it every day—manifestation meets motivation. (digital or IRL is good, USE PINTEREST!)

2. Romanticize Your Study Environment

Let’s be honest: Paris wouldn’t study in a messy, uninspiring room. Your study space should feel like an aesthetic haven. Think:

A tidy desk with your favorite stationery ✏️

Soft lighting (fairy lights or a warm desk lamp) 🌟

A pastel mug filled with tea or coffee ☕

Background music (try classical, K-Pop or lo-fi playlists for the ultimate vibe) 🎶

You’re the main character of your life!!

3. Be Aggressively Overprepared, But Aesthetically So

Paris Geller never walked into a study session without knowing everything. Her energy was all about overachieving to the point of intimidating her competition. You don’t need the rivalry, but you do need the prep.

It Girl Twist: Gather extra resources and organize them beautifully. Think color-coded binders, pastel-highlighted textbooks, and aesthetic digital flashcards.

Why It Works: When you know more than what’s required, it builds confidence. That’s Paris power.

💡 Mindy Says: “Overprepared = unbothered queen vibes. Let your notes be so cute they could double as Pinterest posts.”

4. Master Controlled Chaos

Paris’s intensity could sometimes spiral into chaos, but she always managed to pull through. Instead of avoiding stress, embrace it as a sign you’re pushing yourself—and learn to channel it constructively.

It Girl Twist: When you’re overwhelmed, do a quick brain dump into a journal or planner. Write down every single task, no matter how small. Then organize it into bite-sized chunks.

Why It Works: Getting everything out of your head and onto paper clears your mind and gives you control.

💡 Mindy Says: “Your chaos is part of the process, babe. Just make it chic— glittery gel pens and mood-boosting playlists.”

5. Develop an Intimidation-Level Vocabulary

Remember when Paris dropped SAT words like confetti? It wasn’t just for show; she knew that language was power. Building your vocabulary can make you feel (and sound) unstoppable.

It Girl Twist: Learn one new “power word” a day and slip it into casual conversations or captions. Bonus points if it’s super niche and makes you feel like a literary goddess.

Why It Works: Knowledge isn’t just for exams—it’s for life. Plus, it’s fun to impress people with words they have to Google.

💡 Mindy Says: “An eloquent queen is a glowing queen. Vocabulary flexing is the new subtle flex.”

6. Treat Every Day Like It’s a Debate Prep Day

Paris’s debate skills were unmatched because she thought critically about everything. Adopting her mindset means questioning the world around you and staying curious.

It Girl Twist: Pick one topic you’re passionate about and research the heck out of it. Pretend you’re preparing to debate Paris herself (but in a cute, less intimidating way).

Why It Works: Critical thinking is a muscle—flex it daily. It’s also a low-key way to keep studying exciting.

💡 Mindy Says: “Be curious. Be informed. Be iconic. Channel your inner Paris and make intellectual sass your superpower.”

5. Take Pride in Your Ambition—Unapologetically

Paris never dimmed her ambition, even when people found it “too much.” Embrace that energy and stop apologizing for wanting more—if it’s higher grades, dream schools, or a future as the CEO of your life embrace it!

It Girl Twist: Write a “brag list” every week. Note down everything you’ve accomplished, big or small, and let yourself feel proud of it.

Why It Works: Celebrating your wins keeps you motivated and reminds you that your hard work is paying off.

💡 Mindy Says: “Being ambitious isn’t extra—it’s iconic. You’re not ‘too much,’ babe. You’re just enough to glow brighter than everyone else.”

✨ Final Thoughts:

I hoped you girlies loved this blog post. I wanted to try a different style. If you all noticed the "Mindy Quotes" they're all words by me! I'm Mindy/Glowettee! I wanted to give you personal words of encouragement! Love you all!

[askcosplaysenpai]

Nice pic you got for your header image now spill the tea👀

Prepare yourself, this is a full cup.

All of this is relevant.

My earliest memory is from sometime in the late 80's, falling asleep on my dad's lap at my grandparents house while he watched Star Trek: The Next Generation. I used to run around with a headband over my eyes because I wanted to be Geordie LaForge. I have, quite literally, loved Star Trek for as long as I can remember.

My dad was a boy when the original series started airing. He is genuinely one of the most insightful people I've ever known. Put him in a room full of strangers, and watch the ripple of heads turning to listen to what he's saying. He can fix anything. He is honest and fair, but never cruel. He's comfortable being in charge because he believes in doing what's right and trusts his own decisions. And I wanted to be just like him.

My partner's dad was a teen during the TOS era. I don't know if I've ever met anyone more intelligent. Math, philosophy, art, you name it, he knows it all. He can critique with an acumen that cuts like a knife. He is fiercely loyal to those he loves, and cares not for the opinions of others. Fact, not emotion, is the way he approaches problem solving. And she wanted to be just like him.

Fast forward to last summer. It had been a while since I'd delved back into Star Trek, but I was feeling the itch and the things we love are better shared. She and I both have a great appreciation for stagecraft, and pre-digital midcentury acting is really only one step away from theatre. I found non-remastered versions on DVD, and we sat down to watch them.

I'd seen TOS before, but watching it anew with her was a completely different experience. We both fell in love, with the franchise and the characters specifically. We realized how much we related to Kirk and Spock. Soon after, we realized we'd been grandfathered their personalities from our fathers. We decided to take them to our annual trip to Yama-Con in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.

I teach costume design at the Portland Fashion Institute. Accuracy is important to me when it comes to making a cosplay. I did my best to source original patterns and materials, and made what I couldn't find from scratch. My partner has a brilliant hand for makeup and hairstyling. She even cut my hair to match Kirk's.

I've been a guest panelist/cosplayer at Yama-Con every year since it started in 2013. My partner has joined me there as a guest in her own right since 2021. We coordinate our costumes to each other and to the panels we run.

The convention is usually the first week of December, so the con offers photos with Santa. Professional Santa and professional photographer. We have become friends with both the Santa and the photographer. At the convention, we schedule a (santa-less) photoshoot, then use those photos for our guest announcement for our next year of conventions.

The photographer and his partner have season passes to Dollywood, and we all went together after the con last year. He took photos when I proposed to her. A minute an a half later, he took photos when she proposed to me. Neither of us knew the other was proposing. I tell this side story to showcase how in sync we are, as no one who knows us was surprised by this.

So to answer your question: My header image is from our Kirk/Spock photoshoot from last year's Yama-Con, three days before we got engaged. I'm posting that image in full, as well as a few of my favorites from the shoot.

@tumbleofdorks is my partner<3 Here is the photographer

[threecheersforsuccess]

I've been yapping for too many years, so I need a living masterpost of the guides and blogs from my Tumblr and Instagram. I feel some of my old work might be outdated, so please take my wording with a chunk of salt.

I'll update my with my content as I go.

Stuff from 2024

♡ What's in my bag? (2024)

My Motivation Education Video Series (2022-2023)

♡ Part 0: Something Much Needed Among Students: Motivation ♡ Part 1: Bare Bones Definition of Motivation ♡ Part 2: Self-efficacy, I think ♡ Part 3: Where is the control? ♡ Part 4: Reward or Autopilot ♡ Part 5: Determination to Continue ♡ Part 6: Personal Interest ♡ Part 7: Outside The Model ♡ Part 8: Where is the willpower? ♡ Part 9: Is stress even a bad thing? Note: I stopped because I did not like the short video format. I'm not sure if I may pick this up again, but I do think the lessons I learned from my readings are pretty neat :)

5am.Raining's Studying Challenge (2022)

Note: A challenge led by my cool mutual 5am.raining on Instagram. I slowly figure out how to make videos. It's a little wonky at the beginning, but I find my style! I made these posts in 2022 ♡ Poorly Filmed Day in My Life! ♡ My Studying Role Model... Haruhi from Ouran... ♡ Fave Leader in My Field: Carol Dweck ♡ What gets me in the mood to study? ♡ What I want to do with my degree... ♡ My Fave Reading Assignment ♡ Study Tunes ♡ How to get back into reading books ♡ Favorite study supplies ♡ Planning Routine (2022 version) ♡ Organizing My Desk ♡ What's in my backpack? ♡ Inspiring Film or Doc on My Field ♡ Imposter Syndrome ♡ "Study Buddy" ♡ Coping with Long Study Sessions

Flipd Productivity and Motivation Challenge Blogs

Note: I yapped so hard I won the productivity challenge. I wrote these around junior year of college (2021). ♡ Long-Term Destination, Short-Term Motivation: Living in The Moment ♡ Embedding Self-forgiveness in Your Self-Care ♡ Study Essentials ♡ The Importance of Play and Breaks ♡ Quote of Week Analysis: Self-Acceptance ♡ How I Plan My Everyday ♡ The Biggest Time Management Misconception I'm Trying to Get Over ♡ Recognizing Burnout (and Listening to Yourself) ♡ Building an Academic Support System ♡ Ways to Make Yourself Take Breaks ♡ The Challenges of a Positive Mindset ♡ How I Build Habits (based on James Clear's Atomic Habits)

Diana's Studying Challenge (2021)

Note: A challenge lead by my cool mutual dianas.desk on Instagram. I made these posts in 2021. Day 1: Challenge Introduction Day 2: What Gets Me Motivated Day 3: Cleaning My Desk Day 4: Study Tunes/Songs I Listen and Avoid Day 5: Current Books I'm Reading Day 6: Relaxation! Arknights Projekt Red Bullet Journal Spread Day 7: My Happy Place Day 8: Week Reflection Day 9: How I Plan Day 10: My Summer 2021 Work Routine Day 11: My Desk Essentials Day 12: Study Snack (Natto) Day 13: Digital or Paper Notes? Which is Better? Day 14: How I Self-Care Day 15: My School Bag Day 16: Proudest Achievement Day 17: Most Favorite Productivity App/Website Blocker Day 18: Work Buddies Day 19: Inspirational Quotes Day 20: My Favorite Place to Work Day 21: #MessyDesk Day 22: Guilty Pleasure Day 23: My Favorite Study Accounts Day 24: Study Methods I Do Not Like Day 25: Trying out a new place to work? Day 26: Part 2 of My Unconventional Study Tips (same as above) Day 27: My Outfit Day 28: Making a Gratitude List Day 29: My Aspirations Day 30: Today I learned… Day 31: September Goals

My Study Tips

Note: I wrote many of these either in 2020 or very early on (2017-2018). Super old stuff. ♡ Unconventional Study Tips Part 1 + Part 2 ♡ One Effective Memorization Tip ♡ Dealing with Bad Grades: What I Do ♡ How to get 800 on the SAT in Math and Full Points on Grammar ♡ Causes of Procrastination + Methods for Each ♡ How to Study When Unmotivated ♡ Making Your Discord Study Space ♡ Ways to Go to Bed Early ♡ My Super Ultimate Guide to AP Calc AB and BC ♡ Using Your Phone Productively (2018)

Journaling

♡ How I Journal (2017) ♡ How I Use My Notebooks (2018) ♡ How to Keep a Daily Journal (2020) ♡ How to Get into Creative Journaling (2022)

Dividers by @fairytopea

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #223!

Characters: Bulkhead & Bumblebee (TFA)

Word count: 1.4k

Big bots like Bulkhead could handle a lot of fuel without a problem, and Bumblebee already knew that. Still, his curiosity was piqued, and his processor was deep in the gutters. How much was a lot, he wanted to know, and where was the line to be drawn… assuming he could even draw it.

The two bots were camped out in Bulkhead’s room for the night, and Ratchet was on standby, just in case. With the day almost over and their work taken care of, all that was left to do was indulge in a little time together. Tonight, it was the same deal, only better.

The stakes were high, and Bumblebee was eager to see how things panned out. He knew Bulkhead had a hell of an appetite, and he knew the mech’s tanks were bigger than anything he’d ever come across before. It was what made experimenting and exploring so fun.

It took him a few seconds to climb his way up Bulkhead’s massive belly, even with a head-start. The soft, squishy dome of fat and mesh gave way under every step, but with a little bit of help from the big guy, the small scout made it to the top. He sat perched atop Bulkhead’s belly for a moment, reveling in silent victory while he waited for his companion’s face to go from that flushed and flustered expression he wore when his flabby rolls were fondled back to the nervous—but excited—smile Bumblebee was used to. That took a moment, too, but eventually…

Ahhh, there it was. Bumblebee gave Bulkhead’s belly a comforting pat, just for good measure.

“Long time no see, big guy,” he said as he sprawled out across Bulkhead’s belly and propped his helm up on his servos. “You ready for this?”

It wasn’t all that uncommon for Bulkhead to get a little nervous when they tried new stuff in the berthroom, but this was nothing new, and it was nothing crazy. Still, Bumblebee supposed he just had to chalk up the mech’s hesitations about going for it as the old nerves getting to him. A little bit of reassurance went along way in prepping his chubby partner for the evening adventures, and tonight Bumblebee was laying it on thick.

He wanted Bulkhead to be comfortable before he attempted to stuff him as much as they possibly could. Belly rubs and praise would always come afterwards, but the prep work was important, too.

“I think so,” Bulkhead said, his arms folded over his chest. Bumblebee was close enough that he could easily reach out and stop the big bot’s servos from fidgeting, but he let it slide this time. “I don’t remember ever hitting my limits before… you think it’s even possible?”

Bumblebee gave a snort and sat up. “Oh, I know it’s possible, Bulk. You just haven’t gotten the chance to try for it yet!”

He gave Bulkhead’s belly another comforting pat before sliding back onto the berth and jumping down to the floor. A precariously stacked pile of cubes sat waiting for them to start, and Bumblebee grabbed the first at the top of the pile without another word. He’d spent half his fuel break that afternoon carrying cubes from the storage room to here, and he was hoping his hard work had payed off. It wasn’t as much as he would have liked, but hey, ballparking it worked, too.

“If I did the math right,” he said as he stood on the tips of his pedes and handed the first cube over, “and you max out at about ten cubes a day…”

Bulkhead’s optics grew wide, but he took the cube and listened quietly. The fuel was gone in an instant, and Bumblebee was right back to switching out the empty container with a new one.

“That’s definitely not your max,” he continued as he went between replacing empty cubes and filling Bulkhead’s servos with new ones. “Just to guess though, I’d wager your limit is gonna be somewhere around, ahh…”

A few digits counted later and he gave a satisfied nod and propped his servos on his hips.

“Seventy cubes!” he announced, smug and satisfied. “Not that I was gonna lug seventy whole mini containers in here, so… we’re sticking with twenty or so cubes and a good few canisters of energon this time around.”

It wasn’t perfect, but it worked. The numbers didn’t have to be exact, after all. Bumblebee just wanted a good estimate. If anything, he wanted to prepare to go over Bulkead’s limits… and over he went.

The twenty cubes were a breeze. Two days’ worth of fuel was nothing, really, and the small portions strung out and ingested as quickly as Bumblebee could hand them over was the perfect pace for Bulkhead to keep up. When the canisters came into play, however, he was in trouble.

Twenty cubes and three canisters full of fuel. Bulkhead just barely managed to polish off the first two, but when it came time to finish the third, he was struggling.

Poor Bulkhead was panting between mouthfuls and groaning around the painful weight packed so tightly in his tanks. He’d been full before, especially under Bumblebee’s sticky servos, but he had never been this full. His belly was harder than the plating on his frame, and the comforting presence of the little bot sitting atop it had become more painful than soothing. Bumblebee was forced to sit in Bulkhead’s lap and soothe the belly from below as Bulkhead struggled to finish off the rest of the canister in his rations.

He was close… very, very close, and Bumblebee was impressed. Luckily for them both, his calculations had been spot-on. Not too little and not too much—assuming Bulkhead could finish it all, that is.

“Come on, Bulk,” Bumblebee cooed, his helm just barely peeking out around the massive bloated swell of Bulkead’s belly. “Just a little more.”

Bulkhead gave a bleary groan in return, his optics fixed on the half-empty canister. The floor was littered with empty cubes and the other two canisters he’d managed to polish off, and his success was as satisfying as it was motivating, but oh…

His tanks gurgled, and Bulkhead groaned a little louder. In response, Bumblebee’s servos moved to soothe the affected area.

“I dunno, Bee,” he said, his voice catching on a whine. “Ooof… I think I’ve found my limit.”

“Nah,” Bumblebee said, giving Bulkhead’s belly a gentle poke in between his rubbing to urge him on. “I bet you’ve done worse than this. You’re almost there already.”

It was true. More than half of the canister was already finished off, leaving just about a few cube’s worth of energon left.

“Chug it, Bulk,” Bumblebee urged, his servos falling still as he peered over the big mech’s belly. “Come on, chug it… chug it, chug it!”

Bulkhead gave in with a wobbly smile and a tentative nod. He tipped his helm back and took the canister with him, and with big, noisy gulps, he finally finished off the last of the fuel. His success was followed by tossing the empty canister over the side of the berth and melting into his blankets with a long, heavy sigh. Thankfully, Bumblebee was there to meet him halfway—but not on his belly. He stuck to cuddling up by the big mech’s side for now and continuing his soothing belly rubs.

“See?” Bumblebee nuzzled his helm into Bulkhead’s side. “I knew you could do it. Nice work, big guy.”

The tiny scout’s joy was contagious. Bulkhead lifted an arm and lazily threw it around Bumblebee’s side, drawing him in close. The belly rub was nice, but having the small bot cuddled up close to his frame was even better. A warm frame pressed to his aching belly was all the help he needed. That and the praise Bumblebee offered by the pound, of course.

“Yeah,” he said, his optics closed and his faceplates flushed. “So full…”

“I know, big guy,” Bumblebee cooed, “but you did good. Get some rest now, ‘kay? Better to sleep off that bellyache before it hits you too hard.”

Bulkhead did just that, and Bumblebee followed suit. Recharge after a stuffing was always the best, and they both needed it bad. It was a well-earned break, that was for sure, and a hell of a good night.

Big bots could hold quite a bit, Bumblebee knew, but now he knew just how much his big bot could hold… and boy, was it a lot. Still, it was worth it every time.

[blazehedgehog]

I think the Switch 2 will be in a similar position like the WiiU was but not marketed as egregiously bad, but bad enough where Nintendo's arrogance is on full display.

I don't think it's going to be that bad, but I'll definitely be wondering if sales aren't as strong as Nintendo hopes they are. I'm sure they've done the math on some of this; they aren't dumb.

Like you've got to remember that the Switch Pro was "real." For those who don't know, the rumor was that Nintendo would make a "Lite" version of the Switch that was portable-only, and then a "Pro" version that may or may not have been dock-only with upgraded specs. And there were reports from some of the most reputable developers in the business about having Switch Pro development kits, making games for the Switch Pro, and Nintendo sat on the hardware for 3 or 4 years because the regular Switch just kept selling and selling and selling. There was no reason to disrupt the market with new hardware when they were making money hand over fist like that.

The Switch 2 is here because sales finally began to slip last year for the first time ever. So, presumably, people are hungry for this thing.

But I also just think of how, like, sales on the PS5 are also starting to wane surprisingly hard from what I understand. Especially on the Pro. Sluggish sales on the Switch may just be an economic down turn, you know? And a Switch 2 might just make that worse, given its priced like a PS5 but isn't as powerful, has $80 games, paid upgrade patches, this weird game-key thing for digital games, etc. etc.