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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Peter and Pipsqueak.

Summary: a community class brings together all sorts.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The community centre is a good place to waste time. After a particularly brutal break-up, it was Peter's only distraction. His only solace. He couldn't stay in that apartment he shared with MJ and working as a freelancer couldn't keep him busy if there's nothing going on.

It got even better when she showed up. Most of his students are seniors, looking for the same thing as him, a way to keep busy. She's younger but enthusiastic. While the others come once or twice a month, she's there every week.

That day, she walks in with Betsy. She always finds one of her classmates before she even gets there. She has her camera bag over her shoulder as she adjusts her thick-lensed glasses. They magnetize her irises and make the rest of her look even smaller. That's no great feat as she's tiny all over.

He welcomes each student as he always does, a smile, or a wave, a hello, or how are you. It's a bit awkward to teach people older than even his aunt, but it's more of a club than a class. There's a few new tag alongs; Jeffrey and Edith.

He goes over the focus for the week. There's lot of birds around and he asked them all to get some good snaps before migration season. There's a bit of technical difficulties as he helps them get their prints on the overhead or upload to the cloud from their SD cards. He always has to account for their varied skillset.

His attention strays from the blue jays and the cardinals to her. She sits with her legs twisted together, her eyes set on the large screen. Her glasses reflect the tint. When it comes her turn, she presents a hummingbird she proudly explains was lured to her balcony by her honey feeder. She adds that it's also against the rules but she doesn't care. She giggles and takes her seat again.

When the meeting comes to an end, the elders bluster about the traffic or bingo. It's only two in the afternoon but some are even on the way to dinner. As he waits for them to filter out, he shuts down his laptop.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Parker," the warbly voice startles him. She stands across from him sheepishly. He almost laughs. No one calls him mister. "Um, I was hoping you could help me but if you're busy."

He's almost breathless. He's talked to her before. He talks to everyone but she's shier around the men in the class, even him.

"No, I don't have anywhere to be. What's going on?" He forces out, wondering if he sounds as nervous as he feels.

"Erm, okay," she moves her camera bag to the front of her. "I found this old camera at the thrift shop but um, I don't want to break it. I wanted to start using it..."

She pulls out the camera with the strap attached. He tilts his head as he examines it. He reaches for the compact device.

"May I?" He asks.

"Please," she hands it over. "I don't know if it's any good. It was ten bucks but... if it doesn't work I thought it would be a good ornament."

"Holy," he turns it over, "it's a Leica. That's... you know these go for a good penny on eBay. I restored a few myself..."

"Really?" She leans in and he almost loses feeling in his fingers. She's so close but doesn't seem to realise. Being so small, she probably doesn't think about it.

"Oh, sure," he plays with the shutter button. "I could have a look over and see if it's still in good condition. Do you mind if... I take it home?"

"Yeah, that would be--" she reaches for her bag again and finds her small blue wallet inside. "I could pay you--"

"What? No," he waves her off. "It's fun to me."

"Right, um..."

"I could have it done in like a day or two," he can barely hear himself over the thumping of his heart. Is he really going to ask? "Maybe we could meet up?"

"Oh, sure. I could... I could do that," she widens her eyes and they look even bigger.

"Okay... uh, maybe we could exchange numbers?"

"That sounds good," she bounces on her soles. "Let me just..." she takes out her phone in its butterfly case, "what's yours? I'll send you a message."

He recites the numbers, his tongue sticking as he focus on getting every digit right. She smiles and taps the screen triumphantly.

"There, uh, okay, you hold onto that," she sticks up a spindly finger, "and I will wait patiently for your phone call!"

"Sure, cool, yeah," he stammers, fighting his own excitement. He takes out his phone. "I'll save your number now."

"Have a good one, Mr. Parker," she gives a little hop. "I gotta go get my train."

'Guess who just got her number!'

She flits out right as he says "you two" missing the "sweetheart" at the end. He stares at the door then slowly peeks down at his phone. He adds her to his contacts then flips over to the discord chat. He smirks as he keys in his message.

A rolling eye emoji comes from Bucky and Thor sends a celebrating one. Curtis gives a thumb up and several others see the message.

'Did you get it or steal it?' Jake snarks.

Peter sneers and blacks the screen. He's not arguing with those idiots again. They're just jealous.

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #spider-man #series #marvel #mcu #drabble #watchers anonymous #avengers #shutter

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lonelywretchjervistetch · 9 months ago

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The State Birds Initiative: Delaware (#1)

Welcome to the first official poll of the State Birds Initiative! Now, before the poll, one thing real quick. My suggestion is that you read the post below before voting in the poll below. That's especially important if you're lacking any context about the birds being presented as the new (or old) State Bird of the First State, Delaware. This is to be fully informed as to why these are being presented, and to make your choices appropriately. Lastly, some of these birds, you will notice, go against some of the rules listed in the introduction post. All is explained after the jump where the explanations are, I promise you that. But with that...OK! Here's the poll!

More details after the jump!

Welcome to Delaware, the First State!

Admitted into the Union in 1787 as the first state of this country, Delaware is the nation's second smallest, giving it the additional nickname "the Small Wonder"! Its capital is Dover, its most populous city if Wilmington (pictured above), and it's best known for its proximity to the Delaware River and the Delaware Bay, which it's actually named after. This does mean that Delaware Bay, for various reasons, will be one of the most important features of this post, since the wildlife that gathers around it is pretty ubiquitous in the state.

But OK, enough grade-school reporting of basic state statistics. What's Joe Biden's home state actually like, from the view of the citizens? On reddit, a user named hajisaurus said that Delaware is like a small town, but as an entire state. Compact, but eventful and familiar. Another user, raycooke, referred to it as the US condensed into miniature, with business in the north, beaches in the south and east, and farms in the middle. But the general vibe, it seems, is "familiar". Not overly friendly, but definitely close enough to be familiar. Also...the Bobbie.

God, that's a good looking sandwich. Invented in Delaware? Hell yeah. Anyway, off of turkey and onto birds. Personally, what all this says to me is that the chosen State Bird should be an easy-to-find sight, found throughout most of the state, and familiar to Delawareans in general. Something common but uniquely Delawarean would be great. In terms of habitat, water-bound seems appropriate, especially looking at beaches and estuaries. Again, the entire eastern border of the state touches the Delaware River or Bay, meaning water is somewhat important to the state (as is seafood).

Now, those Delawareans amongst us may have different opinions of what makes Delaware Delaware, and what represents its people most accurately. Which...yeah, I'm not from there, and I've only been there twice, and that's because I drove through it. Maybe went to one rest stop near Dover. And for the record, SOLID-ass rest stops in Delaware along the highway, just saying. Great job there, Delaware. But, yeah, PLEASE tell me if there's something else to take into account. And that goes for ALL of the states in this series, by the way. I can't claim to be an expert in any way here, so please call me on my bullshit if you feel that you have to. But, with that said, let's talk about what I do know: birds.

Red Knot (Calidris canutus)

For many of you, especially the bird-inclined amongst us, this was always going to be the obvious answer to this question. The Red Knot is an iconic Delaware bird for birdwatchers, as they're attracted to the state in MASSIVE numbers during migratory seasons. It's one of the most important and famous migrations in the country, and the flocks of Red Knots and other shorebirds are the main attraction. Why? Easy answer: the Atlantic Horseshoe Crab (Limulus polyphemus).

Delaware Bay is the site of the horseshoe crab's largest migration in the USA. This isn't the only place in the country they're found, but it's DEFINITELY the largest population of the species by a SIGHT. And speaking of iconic species, the horseshoe crab certainly fits the bill as a charismatic species of conservation concern. Which is why it may be curious that I'm highlighting the Red Knot, since they, y'know...EAT horseshoe crab eggs, alongside other birds in the great Atlantic seaboard migration. But that's actually why horseshoe crabs are so important.

Red Knots, amongst other shorebirds, depend on the horsehoe crabs for food, as these stopovers in Delaware Bay allow them to continue with their journey. Without the horseshoe crabs of Delaware, their life wouldn't be possible, and certainly not in the massive numbers found during migration. Understand, this is a threatened species, especially in the United States, that gathers in Delaware Bay in the thousands, with 2022 numbers being about 39,800 in a population. That's HUGE. The Red Knot is a symbol of this ecological boom, and both species should be celebrated. That's the reason the Red Knot is often given as the answer to this question of State Bird of Delaware, including by the Lab of Ornithology's article posted last year. Plus, it's got an iconic appearance, it's easy to find, and it tells a great story (which also includes a migratory distance of ~9,000 miles, which is crazy). Perfect, right?

...It doesn't breed in Delaware. It actually doesn't even breed in the United States. No, the Red Knot breeds in Nunavut and Greenland, above the limits of the Arctic Circle. I meant it when I said the Red Knot used Delaware as a stopover site. As such, it's an event when they arrive in Delaware twice a year...but they do leave. Pretty quickly, even. So, sure, the Red Knot is a great candidate for a number of reasons, but...is it OK if it doesn't actually breed in the state? I'd argue for it, since Delaware is is highest abundance of the species during migration in the country, and it's iconic in that way in particular. But I'll leave that as a question for you all to decide.

Let's go on to the next one, shall we?

Ring-billed Gull (Larus delawarensis)

OK, this one might be cheating a bit, since the bird in question is found basically...well, everywhere. It's definitely not native to Delaware alone, and doesn't even breed there. So why even include this bird in the running? Easy answer: it's in the name. It's the only bird species in the world with the state of Delaware in its scientific name. However, this is also cheating, since the name actually refers to the Delaware River, not the state itself. That's because the bird was first described and discovered along the river, which flows from New York, through New Jersey and Pennsylvania, until ending in Delaware and the Delaware Bay. And yeah...technically that was in New Jersey. BUT STILL! Only bird with Delaware in the name, just sayin'. And after all, if the Red Knot can be considered despite not breeding in the state, then...what about the Ring-billed Gull? Or...maybe I'll save this one for New Jersey.

American Kestrel (Falco sparverius)

OK, this one I'm actually a bit enthusiastic about, partially because I love raptors, and I especially love this raptor. The American Kestrel is a small falcon, and is in fact the smallest falcon (and raptor) in North America. About the size of a mourning dove, they're pint-sized predators, specializing on insects, rodents, lizards, and the occasional sparrow or songbird. They're also versatile, living all over the USA in various habitats. And that, of course, includes Delaware. This is a breeding species in the state, so it already has that above the other two previously discussed! And to top it all off...it's literally a small wonder. Come on, man! This is perfect! A scrappy falcon that's literally red, white, and grayish-blue!

But, OK, if it's common all over, why specifically Delaware? Because it's actually threatened in Delaware, fun fact. This is prominent enough to have inspired the Brandywine Zoo to work with the American Kestrel Partnership (part of The Peregrine Fund, who we'll discuss again on another day or five), and start the Delaware Kestrel Partnership, which monitors kestrel populations in the state. The species' population has decreased by 88% in Delaware and surrounding states in the last 50 years, which is...dramatic. It's a species that desperately needs saving and attention, and work in Delaware can be applied in the kestrel's entire range. Look, I beg you to check this out, because it's a fascinating set of projects. And honestly, this alone would have me include the American Kestrel on this list. Plus...that would also make this the first raptor to become a state bird.

Yeah. Take a look. NO raptors amongst the State Birds. Insane.

Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias)

Now, this one seems out of nowhere, but hear me out. For whatever reason, the Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) seems to be completely ignored as a state bird across the entire country, despite it being one of the MOST iconic birds in the United States. I mean, come on, almost all of us have seen a GBH at some point in our lives, especially if we live near water. But why suggest it for Delaware specifically, then? Well, the herons breed in Delaware, so that's checked off. They're found in the state year-round, making them easy to access and identify with. They're definitely iconic in appearance. They highlight the marshlands and wetlands of Delaware as an important ecosystem of concern. And...uh...

Look, I'll be straight with you. "Blue Heron" is the closest I could get to...another set of words associated with Delaware and birds. Because honestly, it's genuinely somewhat difficult to separate Delaware from those two words, and this would be a fairly minor change that would allow the use of that term with little fuss! And honestly, the Great Blue Heron isn't the worst choice in the world for Delaware, even if it admittedly barely breeds in the state compared to others. And...like...oh, goddammit, fine, let's get this over with.

Delaware Blue Hen (Gallus domesticus)

Delaware. Look at me. Why...in the blue HELL...did you choose a goddamn chicken as your state bird? I mean, for God's sake, it's not a wild bird, and even if it is a breed developed in the state, IT IS A CHICKEN! What possible reason could there be to choose this bird over all the other possible birds? And look, I like chickens as much as the next guy. Used to raise and keep them as a kid, so I do love them, but this just feels wrong. But OK, let's make the argument for them by looking at Delaware's original argument.

So, from basic cursory research, the Delaware Blue Hen dates back to the Revolutionary War. Apparently, one of the regiments of the American army raised fighting game chickens that were so well-known, the regiment itself became known as the "Blue Hens". It's also possible that the leader of this regiment, Jonathan Caldwell, had a special blue hen that had blue offspring, and the men in the regiment also took to calling themselves "Sons of the Blue Hen." Which means...shit. That means the Blue Hen actually has cultural relevancy specific to the state of Delaware. Damn, that's actually a good argument for their assignment. But with that said...there actually is a problem here.

The Delaware Blue Hen doesn't technically exist.

Yeah, this isn't actually a recognized breed of chicken, despite the INSANE amount of devotion Delawareans have for it. I mean, military regiments, sports teams, even the unofficial nickname for the state is named after the Blue Hen, and it's technically not a real chicken breed. Instead, they're actually American Game hens that are crossed with Andalusian Blue hens to get that iconic coloration, but they're not actually an isolated breed.

So...what does this mean? Because this is genuinely a problem, right? Delaware's state bird doesn't actually exist, AND it's a chicken. Well...I have a proposition for you, Delaware. Because I do recognize the fact that the Blue Hen seems to mean a lot to you, both now and historically. So, if that's the case, we need to recontextualize this guy in a couple of ways. So, here's my proposition...

Make the Delaware Blue Hen the State Game Bird.

Haven't brought this up yet, but some states have what's called a "state game bird" alongside the actual state bird. Game birds, by the classical and nonscientific definition, are members of the Galliformes and Anseriformes that are associated with hunting and food. And technically...the chicken counts. Yeah, Delaware easily could ratify the Delaware Blue Hen into service as the State Game Bird, which makes even more sense when you consider its role AS A SPORTS MASCOT! See what I mean? But that's not the end of it.

You'll also have to find some way to get the hen recognized as an independent breed. I have NO idea what the process is for that (I guess this is the pathway to do it?), but it's probably gonna take a bunch of breeders and number of years to turn this into a defined breed. Hell, as it stands, not every chicken hatched to a Blue Hen is even blue. So, hey, get on it, Delawarean chicken breeders! Make you state proud!

And that's the information on the candidates for the Delaware State Bird! Will the Delaware maintain its place? Will the Red Knot take it, despite the controversy surrounding the choice? Will my bullshit proposal for the Great Blue Heron actually resonate with some people? Up to Tumblr!

As for the next state, it's time to hop next door to Pennsylvania, and to a State Bird that also technically doesn't exist...for a somewhat different reason. And yes, for the record, I know the below GIF is technically the wrong species, BUT MY CHOICES IN GIFS ARE FEW

See you soon, and happy birding!

Introduction to the State Birds Initiative

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hapalopus · 3 months ago

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Behold: Blobssa (Blob Moussa)

This is the most compact shape a hrihriwa can take. All they need to survive short-term is a cavity large enough to host their heart and brain. They can easily go 10 minutes without breathing, which is thought to be an adaptation to their often illogical mid-transformation bodyplans, where the lungs may be temporarily disconnected from their windpipe.

While hrihriwa can take on shapes with two chests or two heads (as in the case of the guard/watchman in the above sketch), they only have one heart and one brain, both of which can migrate around their body intentionally (a hrihriwa warrior may move their heart or brain to an inconspicuous place to avoid getting shot) or unintentionally (during larger transformations). At rest, the brain tends to reside in the skull and the heart in the rib cage.

For unknown reasons, hrihriwa cannot retract their head hair, though they can change its placement on the body.

#the rootspan #moussa

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tribbetherium · 10 months ago

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The Early Glaciocene: 90 million years post-establishment

Snow Where Else: The Arctic Fluffball

The Cryocricetidae, a basal lineage of duskmice that diverged early on in the Early to Middle Rodentocene from the other main duskmice groups: the molemice, the heckhogs, the pondrats and the hammibals, is represented in the Early Glaciocene by but a single species: the arctic fluffball (Spheromys rotundus). But what it lacks in species diversity, it makes up for in hardiness and numbers, as the arctic fluffball is one of the most successful duskmice in the incoming age of cold.

Already adapted to cooler climates in its habitat in the northern tundra during the Late Therocene, the fluffball was uniquely well-suited to survive the coming of vast swathes of permafrost and the long, harsh winters and short summers that heralded the ice age of the early Glaciocene. Compact, well-insulated with extremely dense coats with bristly, waterproof guard hairs and thick wooly underfur with as many as fifty hairs per follicle, and able to hoard food in the brief summer months and hibernate when food became too scarce and winters became to tough even for them, the arctic fluffball was able to weather unpredictable cold snaps by holing away in their communal burrows, with numerous individuals, dozens or even hundreds, packed together in the coldest nights in the depths of their burrow chambers to conserve body heat. Warmed by their companions, insulated and nourished by reserves of body fat, and with stashes of seeds, twigs and nuts in their burrows, the arctic fluffball could survive and thrive in places where few species can.

Even the northern tundra, blanketed in ice for most of the year, had teeming colonies of arctic fluffballs living under the snow, rarely venturing out to the surface to forage for food. When they do emerge, they do so in large groups of a dozen or more during the daytime when it is relatively warmer, seeking safety in numbers as they fill their cheek pouches as much as they can and hurry back to the safety of the den, camouflaged against the snow by their transluscent white fur, also serving to direct scant UV rays to their dark pigmented skin that contributes to heat absorption. In addition, their ears are small and inconspicuous, to avoid them losing heat, their tails are almost nonexistent to reduce surface area, their eyes are small and narrow to minimize glare and the risk of snow blindness, their noses furred and bulbous to warm entering air through specialized nasal turbinates, and their paw pads are also furred to protect and insulate their feet against the cold snow. All in all, these hardy little animals are able to tolerate temperatures dropping below zero for rather long periods of time, and when conditions get bad even for their standards, they retreat to their burrows and enter a state of torpor, in which their metabolism slows to a nearly deathlike state and their breathing and heartbeat decrease dramatically to be almost imperceptible.

Arctic fluffballs breed in the spring, anticipating the bounty of summer and timing their month-long gestation to when food is at its most abundant. Once born, the ravenous young, which number up to ten to twelve in a litter and are fully-furred from birth, are weaned at two weeks and become sexually mature at six months, able to breed the very next summer after they are born: a rare opportunity in a fluffball's life, as they live only five to six years on average, and can bear as many as sixty young in the lifetime of one female. With few natural predators in their northern arctic range, their populations swell dramatically: and in irregular cycles of about three to eight years a massive population explosion reaches its peak and forces the fluffball colonies to split up, with some staying in the home burrow and others migrating in large numbers to find new territory and food. It is during these migrations that the fluffballs are most vulnerable, as many are picked off by opportunistic zingos, ratbats and small carnohams, but their populations have exponentially increased to such a point that predation scarcely dents their great numbers, and enough survive to re-establish new colonies elsewhere.

Throughout the Glaciocene, the individual species in the genus Spheromys would increase and diverge in number as different populations became reproductively isolated during their migrations, with three species known by 100 MYP, the northern, eastern and western arctic fluffballs (Spheromys sepentrius, S. oriens and S. occidens). These species would change very little physically and behaviorally, having hit upon a winning formula of evolutionary adaptations that ensured great success in the cold.

However, their luck was not to last forever. Despite weathering the end-Therocene mass extinction and the brief reign of the harmsters, the arctic fluffballs would finally meet their match as the ice they had adapted so well to began to disappear: the dawn of the Temperocene. While a few subspecies held on, gradually trying to adapt to warmer climes by growing thinner fur and having more active metabolisms, their remarkable resistance to cold would prove to be their only primary asset. In the end, even these last few stragglers would end up being outcompeted by the furbils and duskmice that spread upwards from the increasingly-warming south, driven ever more northwards by increased competitors, until, ultimately, they would at last disappear at the beginning of the Early Temperocene: a time of great success and respite from the cold for many creatures that found new opportunities in a warming world-- but an end of an age to those that had specialized to the ice and snow.

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #speculative zoology #spec evo #hamster's paradise

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sheepwavehdg · 7 months ago

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HDG xenospecies reference doc: the Maelodions

This is a first draft of a little world building reference doc I put together for one of the xeno species I made up. They primarily appear in Good Sensory and Surrogate Bloom.

The Maelodions are 3 foot tall musically inclined fruit xenos with six bifurcated limbs from the galaxy Andromeda. They use their affinity for signals and frequencies for many creative and scientific pursuits, as well as no small amount of utilizing their highly polyphonic songs to hypnotize other xenosophonts for fun.

Home Planet: No agreed upon Terran translation, most common is "Harmony"

Native Gravity: .4g

Year Length: about 8 Terran years

Lifespan: The original lifespan of a Maelodion was only a single season, under the efforts of the compact this has been extended by hundreds of times, going through many repeated regrowth cycles, similar to reblooming, but they do eventually degrade and die. No Maelodion has ever lived a full millennium without becoming digitized.

Domesticated: first encountered the affini roughly 19,000 years before Terran Domestication, took an unusually long time to fully Domesticate.

Names: Maelodion names are snippets of melody, with too high a level of frequency precision to be decipherable to most other xenos. They adopt new names when interfacing with other cultures, almost always based on historically famous musicians, instruments, or musical theory terms. Motzart, Cadence, Beyonce, Dorian, Viola, and Harmony might all be names a Maelodion in Terran space would adopt.

Physiology

The Maelodions are about 3 feet tall, with a slightly gourdlike central body, two sets of photoreceptive eyespots, a cluster of leaf like fibers at their base and top, and six flexible limbs. Their central body varies in texture between individuals, from feeling smooth and waxy like a watermelon to fuzzy like a peach. They can be any color

They are sentient motile fruiting bodies that originate from non-sophont trees, and before the intervention of the Affini, they only lived a single season (about six earth years) but now may live many hundreds of years. Their honeworld had seasons that would bathe entire regions of the planet in snow and scorching heat that required even autotrophic organisms with chlorophyll to be capable of migration.

They have six vine-like limbs that extend from their base, and bifurcate three times to end in 24 small manipulators, each time one third a long the new segments’s length. the final pairs are about the length of human fingers, but can become thinner and stretch out to be about 6 inches long.

The species has no sexes but does use sexual reproduction, being hermaphroditic. Their sexual mechanisms involve their bifurcated feelers, so putting them inside of other sophonts is pleasurable to them. This mechanism is also a form of intimate communication, and Terrans not taking broad spectrum blockers are particularly easily hypnotized by the songs of a Maelodion if it is possible to conduct sound through their skull directly somehow. Major Source: Surrogate Bloom

This is accomplished using the application of what grants the Maelodions their sentience, what is inside the body of every Maelodion, their Song.

The Song is a recursive self modifying harmony that exists inside the hollow resonant body of a Maelodion. It is highly polyphonic and complex, and to the Terran ear would sound like warbling white static.

Each member of the species carries a significant fraction of the Song, but how each interprets it varies between individuals. When in physical contact with each other's limbs, Maelodion can exchange verses of their Song, which allows for incredibly rapid transfer of information and knowledge.

Culture as of Terran Domestication

Maelodions in Terran space will lean towards societal roles that involve interacting with sequences of information in some way. The obvious role is musician, such as Mx. O’Lydian and the Accidentals in Irregular Orbits, but coding, mathematics, physics, writing, chemistry, and many other things fit within this definition. They do not see these pursuits as being fundamentally different from music, or more broadly as an expression of Song.

They tend to be strong language prosessors and usually have a good sense of humor, especially about being mistaken for affini. They are quick to debate, and tend to be very opinionated on seemingly inconsequential subjective matters.

Maelodions can communicate via sound in any language they care to learn, having specialized organs that operate like computer speakers and can produce entirely arbitrary sound waves.

Maelodion languages are polyphonic songs that sound like a mix of chimes, synths and whistles. Terrans can mimic simple phrases by whistling, but would need specialized mods to perceive the level of complexity of unsimplified communication. For reference, while the most fommon Terran musical octave contains 12 tones, the most common Maelodion octave is broken into 2520 distinct frequencies. Major Source: Surrogate Bloom

Some independent Terrans choose to set their hab AIs to the Maelodion language because they can simply memorize the melodic chirping tunes and not have to be condescended to in a language they actually recognize, feeling more computer-like. The affini do not entirely approve of this. Minor Source: Wild and Domestic

Pre-Contact

Before making initial contact with the compact, the Maelodion Chorus was anything but harmonious. Individual lifespans of the species are extremely short, and their seasonal life cycle was such that the entire race would die during winter, leaving only the record of their Song in their nonsentient tree form for the spring. Even after they escaped this limitation, the notion that art and legacy was more important than individual lives was deeply ingrained in their way of thinking.

As the Maelodions spread, various groups within it drifted, creating the first Choirs- a subgroup whose Song has diverged far enough they considered those outside it heretical and dissonant. Massively destructive wars over differences of opinion over classic artistic works broke out during this period. While the Maelodions never developed capitalism or private property, conflicts over subjective disagreement and ‘disharmony’ between Choirs frequently escalated to the level of using weapons of mass destruction on each other.

This was a self perpetuating cycle, and much of their cultural works eventually became about th process of debating the meaning of art between Choirs. This took less destructive forms, as well, with many ritual dances where two Maelodion would dance to a previous classic and debate ideas through motion.

Due to their extremely native understanding of signals, functions, and frequencies, the Maelodions are extremely gifted in the fields of mathematics and physics, and they had already gained an understanding of the fifth fundamental force before leaving their own star system, and devastating hypermetric weapon use was commonplace both against each other and against the affini once the Compact discovered them. Minor Reference: Dog of War.

Domestication

The Maelodion Chorus was a particularly tricky civilization to domesticate. The initial war period was longer than most, taking over 40 years to pacify a region comparable in size to the Terran Accord. The Maelodions were highly technologically advanced, extremely conflict-happy, and generally did not value individual lives due to how short their life cycle is, making them an extremely tricky puzzle to pacify without massive casualties. Major Source: Good Sensory

This was further complicated by incomplete assumptions made during the Maelodion cotyledon program. An individual member of the species was relatively easily tamed, but the song/chorus of their collective was far more resistant.

While mass conflict ended in less than fifty years, the Song that each Maelodion carries within them was a far trickier beast. Since the Song itself was as their sentience, it could not just be replaced from scratch. A single feralist sequence could rapidly transmit through large groups.

This required a Domestication approach that involved heavy information control to prevent old feralist ‘melodies’ from rejoining the population, and outbursts of small feralist Choirs continued for centuries.

Some Affini do not think that the level of cultural rewrite that occured was beneficial for the Maelodions, and mourn the old Song, but they are rare. However, many parts of the Maelodion culture of critique and debate were allowed to remain intact, such as their debate-dances. Major Source: Good Sensory

#hdg #human domestication guide

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crow-aeris · 1 year ago

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So i’ve been thinking (shocking, really) about the world building for my reverse robins wingfic.

ike, sure, it’s a little fic and ppl prolly won’t notice, but i just cant help but speculate.

in this au, everyone is born with wings unless afflicted with a certain illness, disease, or genetic defect that leaves you with no avian traits (which is the excuse the kents use).

but how would having wings influence the infrastructure? well, i’m glad you asked! cities are more compact because there isn’t really as big a need for transportation unless you’re an aves that’s just not built for long-distance travels like various passeriformes birds.

planes still exist, but they’re utilized by the avians who aren’t able to fly long distances. avians who have wings like albatrosses or terns or other soaring birds would probably require licenses to do their annual migrations and travels- same applies to regualr migritory species like ducks and geese- where the instinct remains despite not needing to migrate.

of course, with the constant migration through countries, i think there would be more mixing of races and ethnicities especially within the migratory bird communities, so there would probably be less overall hostilities.

now, there will still be discriminatory and hateful ideals, and some are shown in my fics. For example, Gotham’s elites are mostly made up of raptors and birds of prey like eagles, kites, kestrels, hawks, falcons, ospreys, owls, etc- birds who actively hunt down mammalian or lizards for prey (in the real world i mean), that is because of displays of powers. Scavengers like condors, vultures, buzzards, are regarded lower on the social ladder but not as low as perching birds and song birds simply because of their ability to have sustained flight.

like i mentioned briefly, songbirds and perching birds (passerines) are regarded lowly in general due to their “weak demeanor” and overall flashiness, which gives them the reputation of being only suitable to work in brothels and such regardless of gender (but especially dudes where the aves species exhibits sexual dimorphism, eg. cardinals, peacocks, golden pheasants, etc.)

there are definitely some exceptions, being corvids. some cultures have corvids as villans, whereas others may portray corvids as intelligent and charming.

now, we arrive to genetics. im still not 100% sure how i want the phenotype of an avian to be passed down. so far, it’s mainly just sons are the same aves as their fathers (like thomas wayne, bruce, and damian are all harpy eagles, but martha wayne was a kingfisher and talia is an imperial eagle), but im not sure abt daughters. genetics is messy, but i think i’ve managed to sertle on a 50/50 chance of being born either the same aves as their mother, or their paternal grandmother. like if damian had been born with xx instead of xy chromosomes, then he’d either have been an imperial eagle like talia, or a kingfisher like martha wayne. intersex people exist too, and i think their wings would be a blend between both their mother and father’s.

now for the the supers and the other metas:

as mentioned previously, the kents claim that their adopted son had a genetic disorder that basically prevented him from growing wings (or just left him in a state similar to humans before they were all “cursed” by a diety to have wings, or whatever. in the dcu, that probably woulnd’t even be too far fetched), so clark lacked a major social component to his childhood. without wings and a tail, others would have a harder time reading his emotions, seeing as these appendages are crucial in nonverbal communication between avians, and that gives clark a leg up in reading other people, but having them not understanding what he’s thinking.

now with jon and kon, they have two VERY different situations. for jon, since his paternal side is wings-free, i just gave him lois’s ave- western kingbird- instead of making him no-winged. kon, on the other hand was a test-tube baby, so it was a toss-up on whether he’d get lex luthor’s purple martin wings, or clark’s no-wings since they’re both guys. I think kon would’ve enjoyed wings, so i gave him the purple martin wings. Plus, they’re pretty much invulnerable, and their wings are no different.

diana and the other ppl from themyscira wouldn’t have wings since they aren’t human, and same applies to the other jl members who aren’t humans.

on a wholly separate note: the lazarus pits. here, not only does it give you white streaks in your hair, it’ll bleach out your feathers. so liek if a peacock was thrown into the pit, not only would they die and come back manic, their feathers would make them look like piebald, or have different markings or white ticking.

anyways, that’s the end of my long post, and i hope yall enjoyed listening to me speculate and talk about birds and my silly little guys!!

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axvoter · 20 days ago

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Blatantly Partisan Party Review XXI (federal 2025): Sustainable Australia–Universal Basic Income

Running where: all states and territories for the Senate (no House candidates)

Prior reviews (under many variations on their name): federal 2013, federal 2016, VIC 2018, NSW 2019, federal 2019, federal 2022, VIC 2022, NSW 2023, WA 2025

What I said before: “I am aware of some well-meaning people in this party with centrist or centre-left environmental views, but the overall thrust is NIMBY and anti-immigration and I cannot in good faith offer any endorsement.” (NSW 2023)

What I think this year: Personally, I would be embarrassed to stand for a party with so few principles that it modifies its registered name to include a slogan to lure in low-info voters. SusAus, however, have fewer scruples. To lightly plagiarise my WA 2025 state election review, SusAus is the party that has never had a name it didn’t want to change. Starting life as the Stable Population Party, the federal party rebadged from “Sustainable Australia Party–Stop Overdevelopment/Corruption” to “Sustainable Australia Party–Universal Basic Income” in November 2023. If they could stop tacking slogans or policy principles onto their name, that would be grand.

SusAus have adopted a policy to provide a Universal Basic Income (UBI) of $500 per week to Australian citizens. I have noticed pronouncements in favour of a UBI have been spreading among some minor parties and candidates over the last couple of electoral cycles, and not always from the left. Whether promoting a UBI this prominently will win SusAus much of the vote remains to be seen. What strikes me is that they position a UBI as an environmental measure as part of a degrowth mindset to reduce demand and consumption, i.e. people will need to work less (and thus produce less) if they have a guaranteed $500 per week. This makes it tremendously ironic, then, that SusAus’s page on a UBI has a summary from ChatGPT. No, I’m not just saying it looks like a ChatGPT summary; it is headed “We asked ChatGPT to summarise the below article and this was the result”. Yes, ChatGPT, an environmentally destructive technology with a gluttonous demand for electricity and water. Perhaps SusAus needs to reflect on their own practices before lecturing anybody else about consumption and waste.

Beyond this, SusAus is what SusAus has always been: an anti-immigration party of NIMBYs. Their supposed solution to Australia’s housing crisis is merely to reduce demand by slashing immigration. They have a completely outlandish claim on their website that “SAP is a pro-immigration party. As part of our plan, we simply support returning Australia's annual permanent immigration program from around 200,000pa to the normal Twentieth Century average level of 70,000pa.” Folks, please. If you want fewer people to come here, you are anti-immigration by definition. Slashing migration to just 35% of its current level is quite obviously an anti-immigration stance. Moreover, the twentieth-century average needs to be calibrated with respect to the population of the time: i.e. if 70,000 people migrated to Australia in 1925, proportionally that is a much bigger intake than today, as the population a century ago was about 5.94 million, less than 22% the current population of roughly 27.31 million.

Moreover, a steep reduction in future immigration does not solve housing problems for everybody already here, nor does it address the serious effects of suburban sprawl, but SusAus seem quite happy with sprawl because they also want to “stop overdevelopment” (until recently so important it was part of their name), which is code for apartments. Heaven forbid we have compact cities that support active and public transport and where car use is unnecessary or undesirable for most purposes. You won’t find SusAus advocating for that.

To echo what I said in my WA 2025 review, “To be honest, I am not terribly interested in engaging with the rest of their policies because their core principles are discrediting.” If you are an environmentalist but you share One Nation’s attitudes on migration, this is the party for you. Everybody else, look elsewhere.

Recommendation: Give Sustainable Australia–Universal Basic Income a weak or no preference. In terms of parties that might have a superficial appeal for left-wing voters but about which I have serious reservations, I suggest that SusAus be placed below Fusion, except in Queensland where Fusion’s lead Senate candidate is affiliated with Democracy First.

Website: https://www.sustainableaustralia.org.au/

#auspol #ausvotes #ausvotes25 #Australian election #Australia #Sustainable Australia Party #Sustainable Australia–Universal Basic Income #Sustainable Australia #Universal Basic Income #NIMBYs #anti-immigration #weak or no preference

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fallershipping · 6 months ago

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Palkia and Dialga got these weirdo origin forms that are trying too hard to be Arceus but Giratina has a very streamlined, stable, and well designed origin form that is perfect for a world without true gravity.

It makes me think that the PLA origin forms for Palkia and Dialga are not stable, like two different beings trying to fit each other, two sets of DNA not working well together. Even Palkia's arms feel like they were detached as they migrated downwards to be makeshift hooves.

They look wrong, down to the hoops on their hips. Giratina looks right. It's almost as though spacetime stabilizing after post big bang solidified and congealed into a form that works with each other, hence the compact forms we got on gen4 debut.

Giratina on the other hand always looked perfect in primordial chaos.

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To be honest I really don't like origin palkia and dialga. i don't know why they couldn't just follow giratina's design documents. It looks natural, the other two trying far too hard to be godly.

Also the name was figured out: it's Gila Monster + Platinum(Platina). I love the mundane origin...

#/pokemon spoilers

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yakotalks · 9 days ago

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APUSH - Period 2

Colonial America: English colonization, regional differences, transatlantic trade, slavery, and Native relations. (1607-1754)

English Colonization

Types of colonies

Royal Colony - Directly in control of the King/Queen (NH, MA, NY, NJ, VA, NC, SC, GA)

Proprietary Colony - Granted to certain individuals or groups by the King/Queen (PA, DE, MD)

Charter Colony - A charter granted to joint-stock companies (CT, RI)

Jamestown, Virginia (1607) - First permanent English settlement (Roanoke failed). At first had many issues -- famine and conflicts with the natives -- but soon discovered these amazing things known as cash crops like Tobacco

Regional Colonial Differences

New England Colonies

Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire

Mainly focused on fishing, shipbuilding, and trade. A couple small farms. Also mainly settled by families.

Mostly Puritans, very religious with little tolerance

Governed with Town Meetings (Democratic)

Extra Notes:

Plymouth -> Settled by the pilgrims who were fleeing religious persecution in New England. Had the Mayflower Compact which was an early form of self government and democracy.

Massachusetts Bay -> Settled by Puritans who wanted to reform or "purify" the Anglican Church of New England. Wanted to create a "City on a Hill"

Rhode Island -> Founded by Anne Hutchinson who was kicked out of Massachusetts for her beliefs. Rhode Island was a lot more religiously tolerant. Bought the land from the Natives

Middle Colonies

New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware

Mainly focused on agriculture with wheat (known as the Breadbasket Colonies) and trade. Also mainly settled by families

Very diverse, ethnically and religiously

Extra Notes:

New York and New Jersey -> New Jersey split off from New York b/c it was too big. New York used to be part of the Dutch.

Pennsylvania -> Founded by William Penn (Fun fact: the name literally means Penn's Woods). This was a refuge for Quakers and was religiously tolerant of all religions (even Catholics!). Quakers were pacifists.

Southern Colonies (Including Chesapeake)

Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia

Mainly focused on large scale agriculture with cash crops, did this with plantations

Indentured Servitude -> Slavery

Indentured Servitude - Farmers would sponsor people financially to help them migrate to the Americas and in return they would get labor from that person for a certain number of years. After that the person would be free to do whatever. Promoted by the Headright System.

Headright System - Anyone who sponsored someone to come to the Americans would receive 50 acres of land

Extra Notes:

Virginia - Named after Queen Elizabeth I, was the first permanent settlement. Ruled using the House of Burgesses (Democratic).

Slavery

First slaves arrived in 1619

Growth in Slavery due to the problems that came with relying on just indentured servants

Bacon's Rebellion (1676) - Led by Nathaniel Bacon, a rebellion against the Governor William Berkely of the Virginia Colony. Berkley's administration wasn't helping enough with the threat of Native American attacks on the frontier settlements. Also caused by anger from economic and social tensions between wealthy landowners and the poor farmers. Burned Jamestown. Led to the realization of the instability of indentured servitude and switched to slavery.

Cash crops were also incredibly labor intensive and many indentured servants were unwilling to do that.

Triangular Trade - Colonies would trade raw good to Europe. There those raw good would be turned into manufactured goods. Those manufactured goods would be traded to Africa. Then Africa would send slaves over the the Americas and the cycle would continue

The Middle passage - The passage on the Atlantic Ocean between Africa and the Americas which ships would take when transporting slaves. Brutal, dirty, and cramped and many wouldn't even make it to the Americas.

Relations with Native Americans

Initially mixed, the northern colonies had less of an issue compared to the southern ones. However, the relationships worsened and became more hostile as the colonies expanded.

Conflicts

Powhatan Wars (1610-1646) - Against the Virginia Colony, Jamestown. They used to be chill but tensions increased due to land disputes and the English's demands for food and supplies. 1st war -> peace treaty, 2nd war -> bad for both sides, 3rd war -> Powhatan land lost, English won

Pequot War (1636-1638) - Against New England @ modern day Connecticut. The English wanted to expand onto Pequot land and the Pequot resisted. Tensions grew over control of the fur trade and English settler's demands for more territory. The English massacred many Pequots. The tribe stopped existing after that.

King Philip's War (1675-1678) - Against New England @ Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut. The English settlers kept using Native hunting grounds and had their laws imposed on Natives. English Settlers won, King Phillip (Metacom) was killed.

#AP season #Lock in #APUSH #history #US history #may 9th #it's over #cooked

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lionofchaeronea · 7 months ago

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Reading Tayeb Salih's 1966 novel Season of Migration to the North, an intricate, gripping parable of European colonialism's effects on the people of Sudan. Rarely has so compact a work (only 139 pages in this edition) contained such multitudes.

#personal #current reading

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sketchfanda · 7 months ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

A Gem and An Oak Tree

In the days that had followed since the Galactic patrol had secured and brokered a peace treaty with the Gem Homeworld, the diamond authority had wasted little to no time in establishing embassies on many sentient planets and took to having many gems migrate or be made from the healthy mineral supplies on hand from their surface. Though Yellow and White had to wonder why Blue Diamond had so eagerly stepped up to be the Ambassador representing them on Earth of all places, considering such a thing beneath her station but many of the gems that wound up there were certainly not complaining, especially and specifically Amethyst Facet-5 Cut-8XM or just Amethyst, Ame if you were really friendly with her. And well Ame to put it mildly LOVED the planet Earth and all it had to offer, the fact she was more or less born there certainly gave her a sense of personal attachment. Where to even begin on how and why of course but ooh if you asked her, she'd be more than glad to tell you herself.

For one thung, it was certainly the variety of food on offer, okay so who cared if Gems didn’t actually need to eat, they didn’t need ti breathe or sleep either. But didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the acts and really how could she deny the sensation of taste to herself? She especially anything spicy or sweet and Earth had a variety especially as long as you had the cash. Which she could rake in thanks to making a little hustle as a street performer using her shapeshifting and her side gig as a pro wrestler known as the Purple Puma.

Pro wrestling was another bit of Earth culture she developed a fondness for and with good reason just for all the action, the drama, the pageantry!! But if there was one thing she was curious to try that allured her, it was the act of sex, just something about it was such a humanoid thing. It certainly helped she had found plenty of porn to watch and enjoy and some of the better material really displayed the raw passion and desire. It made her non existent nerves tingle with erotic anticipation wondering what it’d be like to be skin to skin with another naked body, especially the delicious differences between men and woman….

And yet oh sure as incredible as masturbation felt, especially when flicking the bean off to some porn (particularly some of Double Z's work, that Don Juan Sanchez was an absolute unit stud!!), she'd never yet met a guy that appealed her enough to want to do it with them. Oh sure sleeping with another girl was all well and good but dildoes and strap-ons could only do so much when she had yet to feel a real flesh and blood dick to compare it to and using her shapeshifting powers herself wouldn't count at all. She wanted to be on the receiving end, not the one to go wham, bam, thank you ma'am!! But it seemed like there was a better chance of Hell freezing over than than her getting properly laid sooner rather than later.

Until of course one fine day at her personal favourite hangout spot at Beach City, she caught sight of a family arriving to spend some quality time on the local shore and its amusement park and arcade. Now for those of you reading this story, you know full well it's none other than the Chestnut/Sanchez family who were looking for a fun day out and Amethyst was finding herself unable to look away from the compact fighter. She would say it was more lust than love at first sight for sure but something within her gem was burning deep though of curse it have helped she found the guy bore quite a resemblance to her favourite porn star. Unaware of the truth but knowing it was clear, her body was down to fuck and it wanted to get plowed by a 4 to 5 foot short king!

Now of course Amethyst didn’t want to get too impulsive here so she played it low key and cool, just seeming like an exotic local girl who was hanging around checking out the rides and games on hand for amusement. Keeping her eyes trained on that short-stack dude who seemed to just really call to her with some major rizz without even trying. It was puzzling, like he wasn’t too but not a total pretty boy yet handsome in his own way and going by those arms, he was buff! Plus if he had a babe like that for a wife, he had to be doing something right.

Eventually the kinky little shortstack gem saw a chance present itself as 18 took the kid on over to the arcade, leaving Krillin alone as she followed him. Soon ducking into an isolated spot between some carnival stalls she grabbed and pulled him into it with her and pressed her lips to his. Catching the compact cutie off guard as she shoved her tongue into his mouth, moaning as she tasted his spit, pressing her frame against his as she felt the tingle of real pleasure flood her being. More so as she found a Krillin returning the kiss, his hands firmly grabbing and squeezing her violet skinned booty cheeks clad in a set of denim shorts. Which really devoured the rear with its juicy cheeks turning it into a glorified thing as she wrapped her legs around her waist, deepening the liplock between them.

While she didn’t need to breathe, she couldn’t forget that Krillin still needed air as she broke their kiss with a stand of saliva between their lips. The pair panting which in Amethyst’s case came more from the passion racing through her pseudo pulse, sensually giggling and purring at the short king as she pried herself off of him and snapped her fingers. Her revealing casual outfit disappearing as she struck some sexy poses before him now naked and showing off her quite stunning figure. Presenting her backside to him as she squatted down to the floor, sticking out her mesty asscheeks as she began to twerk, making them clap and jiggle as she courted him, calling for him to come tap her like the man she knew he could be.

And oh what a man he was, her own personal Don Jaun Sanchez as he started off intense from the word go, starting off with facefucking her with his massive cock!! Riling him uo as her lack of a gag eflex and not needing to breathe allowed her to deepthroat his jackhammering prick, the muscles of her throwt and her tongue providing just the right level of pleasure to feel like an oral pussy. But ooh when he did get to her pussy, that was when she didn’t simply feel pleasure. No she felt she had achieved what some spiritual humans called nirvana, her gem mind reaching a higher level of consciousness with very orgasm thst penetrsting shaft brought her.

It was handy that the sounds of the beach, the rides and music of the carnival and the games of the arcade managed to drown out the noises of the gem and the human’s passionate, pornographic rutting. As Amethyst urged and compelled this man she came to consider the only man she ever needed or wanted in her life to keep fucking her for as long he wanted and needed, currently pinning her up against a wall a he fucked her with vigorous pistoning motions. Their tongues dancing together as they deepened the bond of lust formin between them, her arms and legs wrapped around his naked, very sculpted physique. Pink glowing hearts in her eyes as she felt the telltale signs of hismcock twitching and pulsing, ready to unleash a flood his nu juice into her pseudo womb.

And how she loved each and every moment when he did as much as the locations she foun the most enjoyable with him like being pinned on the floor and fucked prone bone. The sensation of bouncing her fat purple ass on his powerful cock as she rode him cowgirl style, the animalistic primal mush of a mating press or doggy style. Oh now certainly oral and anal sex were too but had nothing on the rush of Krillin mounting her and penetrating her pussy in ways that would mould those muscular walls to the shape of his length and girth. It was eben more filling and satisfying than any food she had ever eaten….

Eventually the who put a brief pause in their rutting, that is after Krillin had gotten his cock cleaned up by her eager, naughty little mouth. Giving it a kiss with those putty lips as she show him a wink and a smile as she summoned her clothes back on and he got dressed again, they went back to his wife and kid. 18 not surprised in the least but rather delighted to see her man had made a special new friend as Krillin introduced the gem to her and Marron. It was the beginning of a very beautifully little friendship…..

That day on Amethyst woild relish each and every visit to beach city made by the family or the occassion when she woild go visit them, making the most of their time with a marathon of passionate, intimate sex. Not to mention the fun she got using her phone to send her short king a naughty picture, video or text and of course she and 18 becam very close. Especially when she told the gem she wasn’t the only woman in Krillin’s life..and thst there was a good reason why Gems were so welcome on earth. Suffice to say, Amethyst was so wanting to kiss Blue Diamomd if and when she ever saw her personally, thst sexy glorious azure big goth mama…..

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Eren who?!!

Mikasa Ackerman was something of what you'd call the strong silent type, both literally and figuratively due to her very well toned body and being a woman of few words. Which to those meeting her gave her the impression of an air of mystery about herself, something she also wondered for you see, she felt like she wasn't of this world. She could only remember a few things, how to fight, her own name but everything else was a blank slate. The earliest vivid memory she could recall had been waking in a crater, nothing on but tattered rags and the remains of what had been some sort of harness device and a pair of broken blades.

Before later finding herself in a hospital, in awe of the view from her room of the vast Metropolitan skyline of what she would learn of as being called South City and finding what seemed to be a sort of local peacekeeper sitting beside her. She would come to learn his name was Krillin who had been on patrol when he and some of his partners had come across the girl and brought her to the closest medical facility. Such kindness from someone just seemed to stir within her, though that became forgotten for the time being as the physicians and a few of the compact cop’s fellow officers came by to check in on her and ask her a few questions. To which the strong, silent girl simply nodded and complied as she offhanded gripped the tattered remains of a scarf, which was among the other few items she had on her when she was found.

Thus far, she seemed to b in good physical health but seemed to be suffering from a heavy case of amnesia or memory loss but could still remember her own name. The fact they couldn’t find any record or history in her made her an enigma, to say nothing of the rags she’d had in her but she didn’t seem ti be a danger to herself and others. Krillin of course, being the generous guy he was, offered to give Mikasa shelter and help her adjust Especially if and when she ever got her memory back, his selfless chivalry once again making her feel so…warm and safe. Soon as she was discharged and left in his care, she found herself welcomed into his home by his wife and his, she had to say, adorable daughter and found she came to find something she rather liked about such a simple, quiet family life as if it was something she’d been missing.

Over the next days leading on into weeks and months, Mikasa found herself practically becoming part of the family, with Marron of course looking up to the toned yet quiet girl like a cool big sister. Krillin of course was a very caring host and 18 was in her own way quite endearing which was likely helped they were quite cool customers in their own way. Yet the young Ackerman girl couldn't help but feel...intrigued and puzzled by some thoughts and feelings she'd found herself having about the man who took her in under his roof and been something of a surrogate father to her. The likes of which lead tom some quite.....distinct dreams she found herself having at night as she slept, often waking up to find herself and her sheets soaked with sweat, face flushed red as she gasped and panted from waking up from such...intense and vivid visions.

Now Mikasa knew she wasn't lacking in sexual education, there was no denying she was having wet dreams but to do so about Krillin? She knew should be feeling weird and guilty about it and yet to her they seemed so....right, just the idea of being held in his arms as he brought her to the peak of ectasy, over and over as she drowned in pleasure. Perhaps that was she she found herself breathing in the scent on his shirts when she'd take care of the laundry...or started peeping on him as he bathed or showered if not watch him do it with his wife. Playing with herself like the shameless voyeur she found herself becoming, looking on from her secret hiding places as she visualised herself in 18's place, yearning for that cock...

Yet she never dared make a move, simply doing what she could to play innocent which only had the effect of adding to her growing arousal and desire. Until one day as she showered, mind wandering to fantasies about the newfound man of her dreams, she found herself ambushed by 18 joining her in there. The blonde stunner cornering her under the hot, steamy water as she suddenly began fingering the ones, quiet Amazon to her shock and amazement, making Mikasa squirm and moan as those digits probed her pussy with such skill that it was clear 18 knew her way around and with another woman's body sexually. Which was no wonder Mikasa found herself feeling an intense orgasm rip through her body, the ghost of a smile on the blonde's luscious lips as she heard the amnesiac girl utter her husband's name.

As the poor girl recovered from the erotic ambush, the cyborg hottie showed a softer side to herself as she snuggled and kept her company in the shower to help her recover. Proceeding to explain to Mikasa that she knew full well how bad the toned, silent babe knew how badly she wanted to be with Krillin sexually, after all she wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last. And this moment was 18's way of letting her know, she had full consent to make her move, much to Mikasa's awe and amazement. To think the man and lady of the house were so...kinky!! Suffice to say, it only made her desire for the man who took her in out of the kindness of his heart all the more so.

So of course 18 was only too happy to arrange for an opportunity to allow the Amazonian pseudo-mute to make her move and get some Krillin loving. All she had to do was wait patiently that night not long after Marron was put to sleep, sitting in the guest bedroom as she got a text on her smartphone (She had to say, something about this world and its level of science and technology was a wonder to her) telling her it was time. Making her way clad in just a sleeping gown as she knocked on their bedroom door, greeted by the sensual smile of 18 who invited her on inside, presenting her quite the sight before her. There sitting on the bed with a blindfold and a set of noise cancellinh headphones was a nude Krillin, his massive cock fully erect and coated in what had to be 18's saliva.

Before Mikasa knew it, she had ditched her robe and proceeded to kneel on the floor before her host, no her sex god, as she unleashed all her passion and desire. Grasping and stroking his cock with firm eagerness as she conducted fellatio, sucking and blowing on that length. Her sixpack washboard abs crunching as she bobbed her head up and down lewdly with the drive to deepthroat that cock until she knew her lips would be kissing his balls. Her pussy quivering and gushing with a growing puddle from the love nectar flowing and streaming forth as every groan or gasp out of Krillin's mouth felt like praise for her sloppy yet eager display of lusty devotion especially as he petted her head and caressed her shortcut hair.

But of course the sensation and pleasure of giving Krillin oral sex was a whole different thing compared to the raw rush of rapture that filled Mikasa’s being. The strength of his embrace he bald her while fucking her, plunging inch after inch if his powerful cock into her from missionary into a mating press to laying on her front as she bit and grasped the bedsheets while being fucked prone bone. Her ass and pussy especially becoming moulded to the shape of that length and girth as her womb awaited the rush of his seed sure to flood and quench her erotic fires. Her wet dreams having nothing on the thrill of the reality of doing it with this sex god among men…her alpha male, her king.

Orgasm after orgasm had rocked her nerves as 18 soon joined the fear first chance she got, further adding fuel to the fire of passion within Mikasa. The tandem assault of the cyborg and her husband overwhelming her with a tidal wave of pleasure until it was all finally too much for her. Sweetly sleeping as she basked-in the afterglow, sandwiched between the so people who now came to very special in her heart as more than just a generous pair who gave her shelter and home. The sunlight from the rising dawn filling the bedroom with a cosy sense of serenity in the sleeping trio…

Since that night Mikasa had adjusted and adapted a little more to this world, now having secured her own place (an apartment just across from where Krillin and his family lived so they weren’t far apart) and steady employment as a police officer..in Krillin’s department naturally where she found herself in some good, like minded company when it came to the short king. Not to mention a generator payment in royalties from Bulma as thanks for providing that harness gear which the genius woman found coild have some very useful applications and benefits. Work, home, finance, Mikasa felt like she had it good compared to wheeever she had come from before but above all else? She found she had plenty of love and pleasure…and if things went well enough with her regular quality time sessions with Krillin, she’d soon have a bun in the oven….

what the young Ms.Ackerman didn’t know was the source of her amnesia an the cause he winding up in this world had been thanks to a friend wishing her and a few others to have a better, happier life than the ones they used to have. A world away from misery, death and Titans and the reckless, irrational choices and actions of a foolish young hothead by the name of Eren Jeager. A name that was forgotten about by her and rightfully so as throughout her new life she came to meet some people who became great friends. Almost like she knew them in another lifetime…….

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Cops & Ninjas

Krillin should’ve really trusted that funny feeling he had when he’d received new case to investigate a series of female disappearances throughout the city. Searching all over would eventually lead him to a place known as the Chaos Arena, run and operated by the demomic hoards lead by one Edwin Black and see first hand what had happened to the missing civilians and other various women. To say he was beyond livid was an understatement, besides obviously nauseous as hell and who could blame him? This place was funny of some utter degenerates!!

His rising fury was not helped that the timing which saw him walking in on the middle of one of the Arena’s notorious punishment sessions. Furious enough as he was of course, he knew he couldn’t hold down this many arrests by himself so he called for back up. During the next bout, the audience of horny bastards felt their cock and balls shrivel up as Satan City’s finest gatecrashed and started to swarm the place, fully armoured and and armed as they began to subdue take down dozens of the group. They never had a chance and it certainly didn’t help their dignity that they were mostly naked and interrogations would later reveal some of them were members of high society, yes some of them were even women as well which was just disturbing….

While Krillin went in deeper into the comped of perversion, he had soon found the swarm of Orc forces and wasted no time dusting off his training from Master Roshi to send the monsters back to HFIL! The horn dog greenskins never stood a chance and he had a lot of anger to vent snd take out given the shit he’d witnessed, it’d be a miracle if some of those girls woild ever manage to recover. Among them had been a pair of sisters, clad in some damaged but very skin tight outfits made of latex, leather and fishnet mesh in their design and who in spite of what they’d endured? Proceeded to prove they could kick some serious ass as they no doubt had some frustration and righteous fury to vent.

Never let it said that Krillin never realise he could feel scaroused like that but those 2 girls, whose names he later learned were Asagi and Sakura Igawa, were quite a sight to behold. Suffice to say, a few battered and bruised up bastards and annihilated demons later, the Chaos Arena was shut down with news headlines making the rounds for weeks and Krillin seeing quite a boost in his pay for making such a major sting so successfully. A few weeks after the event had died down, he came to find himself approached by the Igawa sisters who both wanted to thank him for saving them, albeit in a way that made it clear in their body language how they wished to do so....mainly him, them and a little bit of adult twister and the vertical to horizontal tango in the bedroom.

Krillin was originally against it, at first, seeing it as taking advantage of their trauma. So instead he offered to spend time getting to know them and in turn they met and got know his wife, as well as some of their fellow fighters and friends of course. Which Asagi and Sakura didn’t mind in the slightest, it was an advantage to them and only made them anticipate their endgame goal all the more. Krillin you see, wasn’t yet aware that the sister duo were kunoichi agents of the elusive and enigmatic Taimanin corps and they had themselves a mission.

Said mission involved having Krillin fuck them and knock them up in the hopes of baring his children, who were to have major potential as future taimanin warriors. It so happened that the Igawa clan, being the sort to have their eyes and ears in the right places, was among a select few who actually knew the truth about Cell and Mr. Satan at the Cell Games and naturally were well aware just how powerful Krillin and his friends truly are. So they and many kunoichi within the corps had been tasked charged with a long term mission to seek out seduce them for their genes. And the short king was proving to be their most viable and charismatic candidate, the fact he pretty much earned that right after saving their lives was a bonus afforded by opportunity.

Krillin and 18 were none the wiser to this of course, simply hanging out with the sisters but the cybernetic asskicking blonde could tell from their body language clearly. Asagi and Sakura were down to fuck and they wanted her man, which naturally was turning her on something fierce. So it was only right that soon as the chance presented itself that she and Krillin, after convincing him it was more than okay now to do so, invited the ninja sisters to their bed Much to the delight of the Igawa sisters at finding their patience paying off. Making quite a show of it as they slowly, sensually stripped down to their lacey bra and panties before him, giving him a fine view of their toned, tanned bombshell bodies with results only good genetics and intense training could ensure.

18 of course insisted the eager kunoichi pair start things off by getting her man all nice and warmed, get him in the mood if they really wanted to rock his 4 to 5 foot world bad enough. Asagi and Sakura obliging her as they took turns kissing and making out with Krillin as they got his clothes off of him, sensually moaning and purring as they felt up that sculpted body and felt their thong clad pussies quiver feeling the meat contained within his boxers. Which they took off soon as they had him sitting on the edge of the bed, jaws dropping as they laid their eyes on his fully exposed, stiffening cock rising to greet them. Suddenly some of their experiences at the Arena with all those gangfucking douchebags and those orcs was a distant memory as this length and girth made them all seem like glorified eunuchs, their brains flipping switches that were a mix of primal instinct and some of Oboro's twisted erotic tinkering telling them to mount this stud and have him turn them into his personal baby factories.

The short king's cybernetic hottie wife had to say, she was quite impressed how gung-ho the Igawa girls suddenly became as they started things off practically facefucking themselves on Krillin's cock. Their eyes brimming with raw, animalistic lust as they seemed torn between wanting his seed to fill their stomachs or save it for pumping into their eager, burning hot wombs. Their powersuck deepthroating blowjob tag team having an effect on the compact fighter as he proceeded to pounce and go wild on the ninja women with abandon, fucking them deep and hard. It was a mark of talent for those girls to get her hubby so horny that he went full on caveman, licking lips as she shamelessly played with herself at watching him sexually wreck and dominate them.

For Asagi and Sakura Igawa, any lingering trauma from the Arena and the wicked deeds of Oboro truly became forgotten as Krillin rocked their world with real raw erotic talent. Taking them in any and every which way you coild with two sexy bad ass bitch ninja sisters be it one on one or two on one and that was before 18 finally got shelf in on the fray no longer content to be just a voyeur. From taking Asagi in a mating press to holding Sakura up in a full nelson, plowing one in missionary or prone bone as they laid atop each other and made out to the sinful delight of being taken doggy style as the other girl got eaten out. If they didn’t leave this night with buns in the oven, they definitely had to come back again and again to ensure successful results.

And oh they certainly came back again and again, much to Krillin’s befuddlement and 18’s sensual amusement which naturally got the attention of many of their fellow kunoichi. Suffice to say Krilkin was going to find a lot of taimanin girls in his future who felt he’d be the ideal baby daddy. Many of which would see these future brothers and sisters of Marron become the finest, strongest generation of kunoichi and shinobi to grace the corps and be the bane of demon kind. But that’s a story for another

As for Edwin Black, he had gotten away from the raid of the chaos arena but Krillin might have let it slip to Goku during a conversation while training with Vegeta, that some creep might be targeting Bulma next. You can't deny, Vegeta would not let any harm come to his woman. So yes the vampiric bastard wasn’t exactly going to enjoy a little downtime recovering from this set back. Karma’s a bitch ain’t it?

As for Oboro, well soon as things died down enough since that hectic night, she was now set to operate NOMAD’s resource towards her newest target for her spiteful sense of vengeance. Oh yes how she hated that damn dwarf who had to go and stu in her fun, just when she was really getting under Asagi’s skin. Oh yes she woild see to it Krillin would suffer and if she was feeling generous? She might make him her pet…ooh if omly knew how wrong she was…

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Losar System

Cooking the Solar System from the Inside Out

(yeah lol it does kinda look like it says Loser)

For this system layout, I have taken the Solar System planet's orbital distance in astronomical units, and taken the reciprocal.

The major planets, in order of increasing distance from Los, are Enutpen, Sunaru, Nrutas, Retipuj, Sram, Thrae, Sunev, and Yrucrem.