aro-culture-is · 1 year ago
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quick note - this blog is gonna be sparse again for at least this week. trying new medications and tbh initial side effects are not super pleasant + actual effects build up. as a result: currently as if unmedicated for mental health, with anxiety+ side effect, extra fatigue, dizziness, and fatigue. it's uh, sure something.
totally recognize that most of y'all know we're absent at times due to health things, just wanted to give a heads up that this one is at least anticipated.
#fun fact sometimes condensing meds just means poorer treatment of some conditions#this is a re-expansion + new thing#so that instead of poorly treating my mental health and using an unusually high dose SNRI for another (physical) condition#i will hopefully both be in less pain AND not depressed af AND also have an appetite again#i doubt i will be lucky and not have a fucked stomach due to meds but one can hope that an appetite will allow me to eat foods that upset#my stomach a lot less#my health is forever a massive balancing act#every time a medical thing is like 'so what meds do u take' i'm like here i wrote it down for u#and they're like 'oh. ooookay. let me just...' *five minutes of typing and clicking later*#'so! what did you come in for again? uhuh. you said you experience pain daily? with your chronic pain thing? hm. have you tried yoga?'#/gen#like. straight up every time i say 'i am in pain all the time due to fibromyalgia' they are like 'ooh studies say regular exercise helps'#and like. theoretically yes! but also. i would be lying if i said the fibromyalgia studies i've skimmed don't set off general 'bad science'#alarm bells in my brain#like... cool you performed a fibromyalgia study with... all male lab rats? mhmm? so are you aware fibromyalgia appears to occur#overwhelmingly in women? like. data seems to suggest between 70-85%?#(not that the data can't still indicate things but it certainly makes male rats a poor choice of model for tests on it)#also just... idk i've looked at some metaanalysis and been like 'okay cool theory and for all i know about human bio or bio in general that#sounds more or less correct BUT. you never discussed that one study on this subject that did NOT support your conclusion.#and that's 1) interesting when it was the most diverse group of subjects and the exceptions often teach just as much as the 'rule'#2) just shitty science. tell me how your theory is still credible when some evidence doesn't fit the model.#like... 'given that all other studies were primarily conducted on white american women in their 30s to 40s it is possible that this model#only explains (the early effects of fibro since that's a typical onset period) / (a possible genetic link primarily found in white women) /#(a possible sign of bias in diagnosis that demonstrates the possibility that there are different causes) / combinations of all of those#like... idk a paper that just throws out things that don't support it is a pretty big red flag#it doesn't mean the conclusion is entirely incorrect but it is often important to understand the context in which it applies#like... it's very easy to jump to an incorrect conclusion if you used something in the wrong context#ie: thumbs up is a good job / positive thing in a lot of western civilizations. teenage kee once went to china and discovered it to be#neutral to offensive in many areas outside of major tourist locations that were used to it#anyways i gotta sleep
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granitxhka · 10 months ago
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my first day of school is tomorrow AH!
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sunset-peril · 3 months ago
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Okay, this has been bugging me for a while & I'm so sorry if this comes off as rude. But I'll be entirely honest, I sometimes feel the depictions of the Wolfbred might lean just a little too close to the animalistic end of the spectrum.
While I'm sure that's part of the fun, something to keep in mind is the fact that they aren't really animals. And not even TP Link truly was either.
He was, first & foremost, a Hylian who was turned into a wolf & back, & for all we know, he was only able to do so during his adventure. Meaning that, yes, his behavior might’ve been a bit colored by the transformation, but I also think that it wouldn’t have left such a huge impact that it would cause him to just run around on all fours or bark at people even in human form.
Similarly, his descendants are people &, while yes, instinct will likely always be a factor, something to keep in mind is that people are typically able to resist such urges & many people very frequently do resist them in the name of behaving in a civilized manner. (Which, I am in no way intending to imply something derogatory, my apologies if it sounds that way.)
Now, I could definitely see the Wolfbred that had been directly & personally bred & experimented on, to display these sorts of behaviors because they would've likely been psychologically conditioned to do so. But by the time of Link's birth, the Wolfbred would've been exiled for a fairly long time, yes?
Although, I would also expect that they would be more prone to such behaviors in situations where they're running on pure instinct even in modern times.
One thing I was wondering, are the Wolfbred's skeletal structure built in such a way that running around on all fours comes more naturally & comfortably to them? If so, then does it actually boost their speed by even a small amount? If it does, does that mean that they are digitigrade? Because, otherwise, they’d only be doing so based on some sort of instinct rather than functionality. (Which, don’t such things tend to get discarded through the generations? I'm not exactly knowledgeable on such things, unfortunately.)
If not that, then it might possibly be due psychological conditioning, which leads to them literally seeing themselves as animals. But, wouldn't that also fad over the generations?
It might be beneficial to look through human history & pick out certain behaviors that fit enough while still retaining that feeling of persondom.
Such as the Inuit greeting known as Kunik, which is between family members, where someone will press their nose or upper lip to the cheek or forehead of another in greeting. More specifically, it is a kiss where an individual sniffs the soft part of another. It is most commonly done by adults to their own children. More specifically, to children that they love. They do it to the cheeks, the belly, the neck, but most frequently, the cheeks, because they are typically the most accessible, especially in public.
Though, my mind is a sieve, you may already be using this idea & I've just entirely forgotten. 😅
Regardless, if not, then I feel like this sort of thing works well with the Wolfbred, though I can see the custom being extended to friends & the members of one's community as well.
Also, I apologize if this comes across as rude. And, again, I am by no means knowledgeable on such things, so I may very well be blowing air out my rear-end. So, please, forgive me if that turns out to be the case.
Don't worry, if I physically couldn't handle the Internet's difficulties of conveying tone and all that then I would just take it all offline. :)
Yeah, a little thing I definitely haven't ever advertised... 70% of my Very Important Lore is just inside jokes with my cousins or random stuff we came up with. This being one of them. I may have thrown a lot of my nearly-complete B.S. of Biology (Genetics primarily) and Certificate of Companion Animal Studies (Anatomy, domestication theories, and social structures of canines) on top buuuuuut I've always tended to prioritize "fun thing to obsess over with family" over making it realistic enough to present to my department as a "simulation". I need to process things externally and the Wolfbred just happened to be the thing that I-
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So, long story short: They exist really just because of family jokes, and I throw a lot of stuff that I'm learning in my classes on them because I need to play around with the material and doing this is not as "serious" as having discussions about actual biology. If I wanted them to be perfectly realistic to humans (or perhaps the prevalent perceptions of elves) then it would have been easier to just use humans. But I wanted to use my human knowledge and my animal knowledge at once, and it became a joke.
Yes, there are some anatomical differences between the two. I was going to bring some skeletons to the party, but my eyes say no so let's just use this reference sheet I commissioned. Not a skeleton, but better than my reference sheet just due to +skill
Artist - Foxhatart
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There's a few major muscular/skeletal differences between Wolfbred/Hylians. Some of this is due to them having Zonai ancestors from their ancestors being edited to have Zonai traits, and some of it is residual from the Twilight Era. It was decided, really for the lols because it was March 2020 and laughs were needed, that Twilight's children were born perma-wolf as though a human and a wolf had somehow had children together despite his transformation not going to that extent itself. Again, rolling back to the original purpose of a family thing rather than a published and polished AU.
Ears are technically not 100% cartilage. Skeletal muscles (a conscious or "striated" muscle) extend well up into the ear, eventually connecting back to the skull to allow (almost) full range of motion like the ears of the cat. Obviously the ear can't go inward, because the skull is there.
Hips are significantly smaller and slimmer than the Hylian/human hip and the legs are purposefully stunted in length to get them into a proper quadrupedal stance. Hence why hip/leg problems are common. They are faster on four legs (and the stomach isn't quite as vulnerable) so soldiers, guards and hunters often do work quadruped. Although overall preference depends on the Wolfbred in question (and elder preferences are built solely on which is less painful when the joints start to break down, TotK Link's hips just happen to degrade in a way to where 4-legged walking is less painful than 2).
The spine is also stunted, often raised to where a "tail stump" appears.
Thumbs are on the wrists, making the hand lean off the palm. Metacarpus and phalanges are weight-bearing on hand. (diagram below) The feet are technically plantigrade, but the arches are very high and only the toes/ball and heel are physically capable of ground contact.
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But now I'm just rambling about unrelated things.
Basically: the Wolfbred are first and foremost little critters for me to mess with, based on BotW/AoC jokes between me and family members and as a way to "test out" what I'm learning in my biology classes.
To counter your apology I will apologize if anything comes off as blunt or passive-aggressive because I've had a bit of a hard time with that for whatever reason this week 😖
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marsbotz · 6 months ago
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my new fursona btw. i actually picked a drsign finally. do you love him
#im actually drawing soemthing again finally guyyysssss. you see the wip -> on the right#IGNORE THE TABBY IMAGES LAWLLLLL i cba to redraw so i just recoloured the old design i made a little while agao#i hope wveryone is doing well …….. i havent but its ok im like cured again rn#ITS OK i got more meds today and i start therapy properly on mondayyyyyyy ^_^#i miss you guyssss i miss u all. butttttttt i cant come back seriously like properly#guys i have so many exams coming up -_- BOREDDDDDD. BORED but its ok in like 3 weeks i will b done and then i can draw and game forever#oops i cant switch tags arounf on here but forgot to saw#i realised i just super love b&w animals soooo i did it for my fursoba. and it fits my well. dichotomy theme i have in my head#ong tho awesome news. the place im gonna b working next yr knows im trans cus i emailed abt my name chanfe in the system#andddd they r super cool abt it like they emailed my lecturer to dbl cgeck my name and probouns#guys this might be like the first time in my entired life i get called the right name AND pronouns. how epic#btw i ammmm kinda going back to it/he/they LAWL#cba to change my bio rn but know this. not thet it matteres#ive been watching lots of twitch streams recently and especially vinnyyyyyyy vinnayyy vinesus. vinny my dearly beloved#im so happy he streamed early today so i actually got to watch a whole stream LIVEEEE. notmally he streams in the middke if the night for m#gifgling kicking my feet. bijnnjeeyyyyyyyyyy#okat BYEEEEE. BYE#i will post the finishes wip when i get round to ittttt 💖💖💖💖💖 bye#I LITERALLY FORGOT HOW TO DRAW GUYS ITS SO SAD. ok nightttttr
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milo-is-rambling · 1 year ago
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Me when I remember I’m 19 and not 18 and the entire last year and a half has felt like a dream
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luvvyouforever · 6 months ago
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headcanons : med student!abby anderson x liberal arts student!reader ᥫ᭡
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content: wlw relationship. modern college au. ramblings of fluff, maybe a touch of angst but nothing heavy. enjoy <3
a/n: my authority for writing this you ask? i'm an english major who gets asked regularly what i am going to do with my degree! also this is my first time writing about abby i just had to get this idea out of my head and on to the screen.
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-abby decided at a young age to follow in her father's footsteps and become a doctor as well. she committed herself to studying science and math as a kid and occasionally disregarded her other studies like music, art, and english. she did enough to keep a 4.0 GPA but her heart was in science tournaments, young medical professional groups, and ap bio.
-she got into one of the best schools in the states for medicine and was a stellar student in organic chemistry, anatomy, and neurology. she knew she was going to do great on her MCAT, but unfortunately, she wasn't doing so great in some of her gen ed classes and it was impacting her gpa.
-that was how she found herself in a tutoring center in one of the older buildings on campus that was shockingly different from the science buildings she spent all of her time in. she had an appointment with you, but was so nervous to go and admit that she was having trouble in something as simple as art history or literature or communication.
-when she sat down to have her appointment with you, you immediately calmed her nerves and assured her that there was nothing wrong with needing some help in classes she wasn't comfortable in. you helped her ace her quiz and then she just kept coming in to see you. over and over. until she eventually passed the class with an A and no longer needed your assistance.
-and then, as luck would have it, abby got her own job as a tutor for science courses and who happened to walk in but you! the tutor who helped her pass her own difficult course.
-it was history from there.
-despite abby's commitment to her education, she was always able to carve time out of her schedule to be with you. she loves studying with you and filling up a room in the library with your stuff to prepare for exams together. she takes a whiteboard and writes all of her notes on it while you're rereading historical texts or revising your final paper about a painting abby doesn't really quite understand.
-she never makes you feel less than for not studying something "more difficult" as people have before. she loves hearing about your passions for history or writing stories or creating art. she'll come with you to art galleries and try to input her own thoughts from time to time about what she thinks certain pieces mean.
-she understands that graduate school applications are just as important to you as medical school applications are for her. you'll do practice interviews with each other and try on outfits for each other.
-abby will not stand for someone making fun of you for your choice of studies. you two once went to a family gathering on abby's side and when some of her family members began interrogating you on how you're going to get a job and even imply that you'll be living off of abby for your whole life, she gets all up in their face and comforts you later! you will not be sending birthday wishes to those family members anymore and she can guarantee that.
-if you guys get accepted in to schools that are long-distance from each other, you'll absolutely make it work. abby is so methodical that she'll never forget to text you and plans out times that either of you can visit.
-if you ever dedicate a piece that you've created in school to her, she'll positively swoon. like if you wrote a poem about her, she would print it out and pin it up on the fridge. if you painted her, she would hang it up on the wall. and she's the best model for those things too
-i imagine that dinners with your colleagues or friends are very random. abby has but a few friends in her residency and they're each as professional as her. you, however, come with a group of lively people who are discussing philosophical ideas or debating about a piece of art history and how its influenced modern culture. it would be an interesting combination to say the least.
-abby would just be so interested in anything you have to do and would never be critical of your choices. she sees the passion you have for things that lie far outside her field and appreciates it. your future apartment that you build years after meeting when you are each established in your dream careers is a mesh of medical textbooks and flashcards and models but also messy journals and thrifted antiques and poems written on sticky notes for her to find.
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rogueabs · 2 months ago
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Guilty as Sin
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My bedsheets are ablazeI've screamed her nameBuilding up like wavesCrashing over my graveWithout ever touching her skinHow can I be guilty as sin? “- Guilty as Sin, Taylor Swift
You had built an image of yourself to your family, one your friends wanted you to break free from. They didn’t understand what it was to see the people that gave you life, seeing your identity and who you love as a sin. Meeting Abby for a one night stand painted brightly what you couldn't see before, her touch, how your bodies fit, that’s what heaven was.
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut!
Word count: 2450
photo from @thelosstvalkyrie
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“Ellie stop”, you recall telling your best friend you didn’t need a set-up.
“Look (Y/N), there's nothing wrong with you liking women, why are you so afraid?” you couldn't take it anymore and the last time you recall is slapping Ellie and running away from her apartment.
H-how could she do this to you, she knows exactly why you’re afraid. All of your one night stands with women she knows so well about, you had to “please your sins” as your mother once described when she found you kissing Claire in middle school.
 “There’s nothing wrong with what you did darling, but it is a sin, do you want to not meet grandma in heaven? One day you’ll meet a nice young man to grow old with.”
And that’s what you did, as a way to let them believe they raised the perfect heterosexual daughter.
You decided to do what you knew better, a tinder hook-up.
You swiped and swiped left until you saw her… Abby. She had pictures of herself flexing at the gym, a picture of her on a bar and all you could focus your gaze on was how beautiful her strong hands looked wrapped around the beer bottle. Without thinking twice you swiped right and you saw the stunning “it’s a match pop-up”.
In her bio she stated that she was in med school and you decided to be corny and text her “If I knew a doctor could look this good I would be sick more often to pay you a visit.”
“Now would you?” the blonde texted back.
For the next 2 hours you both texted back and forth, sharing each other's phone number. You had never been so hooked on a woman through a phone, you needed her. 
“Want to go out for a drink tonight?”
Unfortunately you didn’t the reply you desired, “I have a final exam tomorrow, but we could meet afterwards, my treat;)” 
You replied agreeing to the delayed date and a few minutes later you received a text with a photo attached. 
“I’m taking a break right now, want to call?” you were practically drooling looking at the photo Abby sent you, her in a black tank top with boxers on, her brawny hand holding her shirt up showing her sculpted abs, the angle showed how well built and muscular and big thighs were.
You weren’t a stranger at the game of sexting until someone drove to someone's house to please the ache and pool forming in between your legs, but the arousal of not being able to get what you craved made it so much more exciting. You were wearing a baggy band shirt you stole from a hook up a few years ago, underneath it nothing besides a lacy thong. Knowing your angles made it so much more fun, preparing to send her a small video showcasing the clothes on your body you wanted her to tear apart.
“All yours if you desire.”
It took seconds until the sent, turned into a seen. She texted to give her five minutes and you ran all giddy to your bed in anticipation. Your phone rang and you picked up so quickly it made you feel like a teenager waiting for your crush to reply.
“Hi Baby”, she began the call, “You looked so good in that video, what do you get from being such a tease…”
Smirking at her response you simply said “I know how to please to get what i want.”
“Oh you do, don’t you?, I might have to rip that smirk off your face, my pretty girl.”
“So, what's the purpose of this call baby?” you questioned knowing the answer.
“Don’t play dumb baby, you know damn hell I want to take that lacy thong off with my teeth and tease you until you deserve it, what I would give to hear you beg for my fingers.”
All you gave her was a laugh and that made her fume, you could hear it in her tone “You’ll do what I tell you, and all I want to hear from you from now on is Yes darling.”
You caved in, you couldn't hold in any longer, the way her voice sounded made you wetter, the few clothes you had to cover you from nudity were so tight and annoying on your body “Yes darling.”
“Good girl… Tell me, how do you like it? Slow, rough… Oh baby if I were there I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you.Touch yourself baby, picture my fingers crawling down your neck.”
“A-abby”, you softly whimper her name while your fingers make their way down to relieve the ache you felt tying on your core.
“My name sounds so beautiful coming out of your mouth baby…” you heard her swallow a moan down.
The call lasted for one hour, it was filled with lewd noises, curses, pet names and how you were wrapped around her fingers, her velvety voice, her delicious whimpers of your name, you wanted to please her in any way you could.
You had to take a shower after that call, trying to clean yourself away from the sin of desiring that gorgeous woman to bend you, to hold you and crave you on your knees.
Before going to sleep you texted her sweet dreams texts, you couldn't get her out of your mind. She updated you on her day and at what time she had her exam, what both of you had for lunch. You picked a maroon dress to wear for tonight, it framed your body and accentuated your ass, if you could you would eat you out too. 
Sending her a photo of the outfit to know her opinion she replied with what you least expected:
“Baby we’re staying in, I need you.”
You couldn’t help but tease her every minute until she arrived at your doorstep. Preparing your favourite red wine, you left the chinese take out menu from downstairs in case she wanted to eat due to being stressed all day with her exam. Why did you care about a woman you had phone sex with last night, shaking the thought off when you heard your doorbell ring.
Opening the door you greeted her with a kiss on the cheek “Hi baby.” Eyeing her up and down you had to admire how strong and divinely her arms were built, she was wearing loose cargo pants and a white button down rolled at the sleeves.
Smirking, she greeted you back, placing a hand behind your back waiting for your guidance inside.
You saw her mentally undressing you, the way she licked her lips looking you up and down drove you insane, you quickly offered her the glass of wine you served.
“Thank you darling, for treating me so well.” The way she talked was smoother than the wine you were swallowing, it was driving you insane.
Putting the glass down you got closer to Abby, fingers drawing up and down her arms, “So… Where are we going baby?”
Confidently she smirked, placing a hand on your face, caressing it with her calloused fingers, she placed on your lips “I thought I said we weren’t going anywhere”, she turned to you, spreading her legs open with her free hand going up and down her thigh “I want to thank you, for looking so absolutely stunning, the wine…”, Abby got up placing the hand that was on your face to your neck, and now brushing your hair behind your ear, she got closer, you could feel her warm breath sending shivers down your body “I want to hear you scream my name tonight.” she whispered in your ear, this made you wetter than you could have possibly have ever been before, no woman has ever driven you this crazy, the arousal was built to an extent you couldn’t bear anymore it was embarrasing.
“Is that what you want?” She asks you, her hand still steady on your neck.
You frantically nod yes, “Can I kiss you darling?” with that question you latched your lips to hers hungrily. There was hair tugging, your tongues battling for dominance, lip biting and you couldn't even dare to come up for air, drunk on this intimacy and excitement.
Abby threw you on your couch, trapping you underneath her strong frame, nibbling on your ears, biting and sucking down your neck, you were so sure those bruises looked ethereal and marked on you for days, and you weren’t mad. You tugged on her braid, making her produce an hungry growl for you touch, both eager for more Abby jumped up and took her buttoned shirt off fast, leaving her in sports bra that cupped her perky breasts perfectly, focused on the show she was giving you felt the wet spot on your underwear growing. “C’mon pretty girl, stand up.” Abby ordered you, “Turn around for me, I need this fucking dress gone.” 
You allowed her to unzip it, letting it run off your body, leaving you only in your panties, a bra didn’t really match the dress, nor did it look good with it, giving Abby a reason to snicker at you “All of this for me, damn… you really are a whore.” She grabbed your tits from behind, admiring them, feeling them, afraid to let them go and to lose such a sight for bare eyes, when she let go, she turned you around, spread her legs and demanded you to sit on her lap.
Sitting down she looked at you up and down, murmuring a soft fuck, “Darling if you don’t want this tell me okay?” you place your hand behind her head, playing with the loose strands of her hair “I want you, I crave you baby.” you replied tugging at her hair, grinding on her crotch.
Abby kissed you, passionately, it was a needy kiss, a hunger only you could ease. Her hands travelled to your back, to your thighs, her lips explored and kissed your nipples, earning some moans of your pleasure made her more aroused.
“P-please” you choked out “Baby please fuck me.” you said looking her in the eyes.
Abby complied and her hands travelled down your clothed pussy, fingers drawing circles on your clit, slow and hard. “I don’t want you to hold back, pretty girl,” She said, picking up the pace, “I want everyone in this building to know whose pussy this is.” 
You were a screaming mess, breaking underneath her hands, you were grinding into her digits, she slid them in, two, curling them in fast in all the right places. Suddenly she stopped and told you to get them off, and you quickly did so, tossing them near the dress. “Come here pretty girl”, Abby said, nudging the fingers that were inside you seconds ago, she licked clean, “You’re going get on your knees, and unzip my pants okay?” You nodded and did as told, unzipping them you noticed she had a strap on, you could smell the arousal through the arness, your mouth watering at the sight of her and of what you were about to do.
Kicking her pants off, Abby grabbed your hair into a ponytail, cocked your head back “Open up.” she said in a raspy voice. Spitting your mouth, you swallowed and opened your mouth for her to see. “You’re going to suck my cock okay baby? Get it all wet and ready for your tight pussy.” She pushed your head in her crotch and you did as you were told, moaning into her cock you could see her eyes closing in pleasure, the pretty girl you were sucking off was too busy swearing under her breath and it turned you on even more.
Abby pulled you up, picking your body up and placing it on the couch, she opened your legs and played with her plastic cock in your entrance, sliding it up and down, up and down in your slick “Do you want it?” she asked. 
“Yes, Yes I do” you replied looking in her eyes.
“Tell me you want it darling.” she said behind grinding teeth harshly, “Fuck me please,Abby, I fucking need you to ruin me.” you replied in a whine, desperate for your release that has been building up, as much as you enjoy edging this wasn’t fun, you need to let her taste you, hear you, to devour you.
After your excited consent Abby chuckled and slid her cock in, fast, and so hard you felt yourself have no time to clench around her “You’re going to be good and take it okay?” You screamed a yes so loudly your neighbour probably got scared shitless. She pounded into you with the purpose of hearing your delicious moans feeling up the room, she started going slower, softer and then hard, she was playing with you, and you couldn't take it, your hands started going down to your clit, searching to get you off, Abby caught you and trapped your wrist above your head, “You could have just asked nicely you whore,” she got off from top of you. Pulling you up carefully, she sat down, and just like you were before, Abby spread her legs “Ride my cock baby.”
You got on top of her, slowly sinking in her cock, she placed your hands behind your back, trapping your arms with one of her strong hands while the other was busy playing with your clit.
“C’mon baby, you were so eager to cum” Abby said, making you grind faster, making yourself riding her harder, reaching deeper, you could feel your release growing, the not on your stomach was going to burst soon “Fu-Fuck baby, I’m so fucking close.” you threw your head back.
“Cum on my cock baby, I want to feel you clench so tightly around me you’ll feel me for weeks.” She was also panting and moaning like crazy, the hunger in the room was palpable, the room smelled of sex, sweat and passion.
In minutes you were both reaching your highs, filling the apartment with wet and loud moans and praises for each other.
Abby helped you get up, she was caring, which wasn’t really what you were used to, maybe this wasn’t a one night stand. Sitting you down on the couch, trying to catch your breath, Abby was getting her harness off, placing it on your coffee table, she sat down next to you, caressing your hair and tracing her fingers softly on your face.
“Do you by any chance want to stay over?” you boldly asked the beautiful woman in front of you.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” 
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sl-ut · 11 months ago
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random college!abby hcs
more!college abby
warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, drugs, and nudity, cursing, mild hint homophobia
first things first: jerry is alive and abby is his pride and joy
i'm serious... her mom died when she was a toddler and jerry hasn't had a long-term relationship since, so he's the only parental figure that she has
he took every precaution while raising her to make sure she always had everything she could ever need while also making sure that she didn't end up being an entitled brat
otherwise, she is very close with both of her father's siblings (her aunt is the only maternal relationship she has and definitely relied on her for all of her personal issues as a teenager), has a good relationship with jerry's mother and step-father
her mother was an only child, but her parents always come over for thanksgiving and even christmas sometimes
she was very supportive of her father taking in yara and lev after she moved out. she knew he was suffering from a severe case of empty nest syndrome. she def makes them feel so welcome right away like those strangers became her siblings in a matter of minutes
i'll only say it once ppl: OLD MONEY
jk i'll say it again. the andersons are a long line of surgeons and doctors so obvi they're gonna be well off
like, not "fund a research facility to get my kid into college" rich, they're more "i casually have a summer home, a ski chalet, and a ridiculously nice house to live in year round" rich.
her only real relationship was in high school (trigger warning: it was owen)
our bby had a bad case of comphet as a teenager
like fr she had not even considered the fact that she might be gay until she was two knuckles deep in some sorority girl during a party in her freshman year
after that she sort of just accepted it, she had no concern of her dad bc obviously he would be so accepting and supportive, but a few of her relatives def had an issue with it right off the bat (old money, old values)
she's been friends with manny, nora, owen, and mel since middle school, and the only one whose view of her seemed to change was owen (and mel too ig bc she stopped seeing abby as such a threat)
he drunkenly questioned her about it once, saying something super gross and along the lines of "you didn't seem gay when we were together"
to which she responded by offering him two choices; he could sit down and shut up or she would knock him tf out
he's cooled it since then but everyone knows that he still has a big fat crush on her so he still wants to believe he has a chance (even tho he was literally already talking to mel before they broke up and announced they were together only a few days after)
she's pre-med, majoring in bio and minoring in something totally different like classical lit or history or something
she's gonna end up being an orthopedic surgeon but later on in her career i can see her turning to teaching at a university or something
like doctor!abby turned prof!abby???? omg
is very health conscious
she's a gym rat, this we already know
she also takes her diet very seriously as well, but always has a secret stash of junk for when she really needs it
also careful with her alcohol/drug intake
she drinks on occasion (birthday, christmas, new years, etc, etc) but usually not very much (will almost always be sober enough to be the sober driver if need be)
she refuses to do any drugs during lacrosse season. she's so strict with her diet during the season that she won't ingest anything other than quality, nutritious food. she also needs to submit a drug test a few times per season so she doesn't wanna risk it.
in the off season, she's more willing to have a puff or two at a party or take an edible before a movie night or something (i don't see her doing any drug other than weed)
she lived with manny during her freshman and sophomore years
they had a shitty little apartment a few minutes away from campus
it was the only one that manny could afford on a student budget, and he refused abby's offer to get a nicer apartment and let her pay a larger portion of the rent than he did
they still had fun either way
manny loved having another person he could talk about girls with (he was initially gonna move in with owen but then he got ditched for mel)
every sunday morning they would get takeout for breakfast so manny could recount his night with the girl that had snuck out only a few hours earlier
she was a little hesitant to join in and share her own stories, but she finally got more comfortable in talking to him about it (RESPECTFULLY!!!!!!! she was so scared that she was gonna end up sounding like a literally disgusting pig but she keeps the details to a minimum and only says nice things unless the girl was a major bitch)
she's a lululemon/gymshark girly. her go-to style is definitely any variation of athlesiure. she wears lots of joggers, dry-fit tops, and the cleanest pair of white sneakers you'll ever see
underneath, i'm picturing her as more of a bralette type of girl. obviously she wears a sports bra to the gym, but on a regular basis, she likes wearing bralettes over bras bc she doesn't need that much support so they offer just enough without the discomfort of a bra
i'm settling the debate rn everyone, college!abby wears boxers AND panties
she finds boxers more comfortable on a day to day basis, but she likes wearing cheekies and thongs especially when she's wearing leggings
so dorky
she was definitely a sci-fi/fantasy kid
she grew up on harry potter, lord of the rings, star wars, etc etc
would love a partner who would watch them with her and actually enjoy it
unironically makes gym thirst traps on tiktok
her followers always comment supportive things like: looking good!, major gainssss, muscle mommy come destroy this pu-
still wears the iconic braid, but usually only when she's on the field. she occasionally wears her hair down, but i hc that she still likes to wear her hair pulled back in a cute little braided ponytail or a messy low bun
when she's older SHE CUTS HER HAIR OMG OMG OMG like literally i'm purring rn
like ik you've all seen that edit of her with super short hair omg she's so hot
in her junior year she decided to live on her own
manny moved in with jordan, who had been begging him for a while since the rent was more than he could handle on his own, though manny's rent would actually be cheaper than it was in his apartment with abby
they still do their traditions tho, still having sunday breakfast, still going to the campus pub on fridays for trivia, still going to the gym together on wednesdays...
they're actually besties i love them
when she's on her period, she craves salty foods
is so frustratingly confident in her emotions
will always try to diffuse the situation and pissing the other person off with her calmness
takes really good care of her skin
her favourite drink is diet cranberry gingerale
she's a dog person, but she would definitely enjoy having a cat around too
adopts a rescue dog a few weeks after finishing her residency
uses old spice fiji body wash and deodorant (SHE SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD) and a musky vanilla body spray
likes to feel and be clean, but isn't too fussed about her body hair so long as it looks tidy. she isn't anti shaving, and will probably make an effort to shave more regularly in the early stages of a relationship until she's more confident and comfortable around the person
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down-there hair? duh
like i said, she likes to keep things tidy so she'll trim and maybe shave her bikini line if she's feeling it but that's it. she's not fussed with body hair, whether it's her or her partner's
again, she'll make an effort to keep herself looking neat and tidy for the first bit of a relationship but after a few weeks she's not afraid to go full-bush when she doesn't wanna shave
she doesn't love penetration. fingers are one thing, but she has only had not-so-great experiences with sex that involved a penis-like object. she'd wanna be the one wearing the strap for the most part, but she'd be willing to try it again with the right person
slow and passionate sex >>>>>
considers herself to be very vanilla but she's actually kinda kinkyyyyy (she gets so embarrassed and blushy when anyone calls her out for it)
she prefers scissoring to using her strap (but she LOVES her strap)
she doesn't like to choke her partners, but she will reach her hand up and just hold their throat while they're fucking
she's always so sensitive
came in like thirty seconds during her first time with another girl
she's noiiiiisssyyyyyyyy
she usually starts out with just heavy panting breaths, then they turn into deep grunts, then she begins to whine from low in her throat, and finally she begins to gasp out words of praise or curses
she squirts teehee
like i said she's always so sensitive, so if she's any ways worked up when someone's going down on her they better watch out bc they're in the splash zone
her strap is purple and sparkly
abby anderson eats ass
her nipples are super sensitive too
not really nsfw but she really loves casual nudity with her partners, changing in front of each other, hopping in the shower together, using the bathroom with the other person in the room...
she's a boob girl. doesn't matter if they're big, small, saggy, or perky, she just wants to suck them
when she's on top, she likes to pull her partner's leg over her shoulder and will just start like trailing kisses along the length of their calf
she's a literal munch
will use it to her advantage too
tells her partner she'll go down on them if they finish their assignments
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auspicioustidings · 12 days ago
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Kinktober Day 20
Moniker: König, Mace Risk Level: Med-High. If one over-steps the other will likely resort to violence with him, but they will be distracted with one another in this case. Brief: Pseudo-incest roleplay, “fuck-or-die”, breeding Safeword: Refer to first brief.
I’m watcher today, John can’t be trusted to watch you call another man daddy - Laswell
“D-daddy?”
Your step-dad looked pained. The man sat in the chair in the shadows, Mace, had a gun resting lazily in his lap.
“It will be ok hasenkind, daddy won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“Aww ain’t nothing bad going to happen to your little daughter. You’re just going to wreck her tight cunt like you’ve been desperate to for years” Mace said in a sing song.
No, he couldn’t mean it. This was too cruel, a bullet would be kinder. Daddy would never, ever hurt you. He had been there for you when the divorce got hard with you bio-parents, so much so that when his own divorce with your mother came around you had chosen to stay with him instead of go with her. He was a good man. A good father.
“You’re sick, I will not touch her.”
See? Good man. Good father.
“Oh?” Mace said with a grin as he moved the gun just enough to make it glint under the little light that it caught. “It’s your dick or my gun for that cute pussy, and mine don’t shoot blanks daddy.”
Your poor daddy was looking at you, pained by how the tears were running down your face. You really didn’t want to die. And you knew he would be gentle with you, you trusted him. Maybe Mace would give up when he realised that there was no way he would get hard enough to do the deed.
“It’s ok daddy” you said quietly, trying to be brave. “I… I can do it. I can take it.”
You couldn’t hold his gaze, your eyes fixed on the ground as you squeezed them shut to try and stop the flood of tears. Your boyfriend would understand you thought, he was so sweet to you and he would never hold this against you. He’d know you didn’t have a choice.
“You heard her daddy, she can take it.”
“Blutige Sau!” daddy yelled at him before he spoke in his soft voice, that one just for you when you were upset. “Ok hasenkind, ok. I’ll just… there is not lube, but there is coconut oil in the kitchen that will make it easier for you.”
“Ah ah ah” Mace said and your eyes shot up to him. “Let’s keep this au naturale big daddy. You want him to be lubed up sweetheart? Better put that little mouth to work.”
Oh God, you wanted to curl up and just go to sleep so you could wake up from this nightmare. Your daddy wasn’t like your sweet boyfriend, he was so much bigger. You’d have held out some hope that his colossal size didn’t mean he was huge everywhere, but you had seen him a few times. Not on purpose. The vent in the bathroom was all messed up so whenever either of you showered the door had to be left open a little to let the steam out.
You knew he was getting around to fixing it but he said it was going to be expensive and wouldn’t you like it better if the money went towards something nice? It wasn’t a big deal to have the door a little open. It just meant that sometimes you caught glimpses. He was big everywhere. And that was when he wasn’t hard.
If he tried to take you dry… but then you weren’t even sure you could fit your mouth around your daddy’s big cock. Your boyfriend’s was average and even then you gagged before you even got half way.
“O-ok” you said, peeking at your step-dad to find a smile that lay between pained and proud.
You were unsure but you wanted to get this over with, you wanted this man out of your house so you and daddy could curl up on the sofa together and he could just hold you as you cried. So you worried at your lip as you awkwardly got to your knees in front of him. He was so tall that you had to kneel up to be level with his groin.
“Will you take it out hasenkind?”
The request unsettled you. It would be better he do it you thought, but you didn’t want to make this situation anymore difficult for him than it already was so you didn’t argue. You just shakily undid the button of his jeans and pushed them down.
He wasn’t wearing underwear.
His cock bounced up against his stomach when it was released. There were alarm bells dully sounding in your head. He was so hard. Bigger than when you had seen him stepping out of the shower. Thick. So, so thick. A vein throbbed through his length and the tip leaked, his whole cock twitching in anticipation.
He was turned on. You must be missing something, maybe Mace had drugged him. Your daddy would never be aroused over the thought of you taking his throbbing cock in your wet mouth.
“Surprised sweetheart? Look at big daddy dripping for you like a stud in rut. Go ahead, taste him.”
You were frozen, eyes stuck on the weapon in front of you. He couldn’t possibly go inside you, he’d tear you apart, bludgeon your poor pussy to death with blunt force. But that was not your greatest fear. What if you leaned forward and when your tongue flicked out you liked how it felt? Liked how he tasted?
The hesitation cost you. After a few moments of still silence, Mace stood and walked over to jam the muzzle of his gun into your mouth without warning. You gagged and when he ripped it back out you swallowed a chip of one of your teeth.
“I don’t have all fucking day. The gun or daddy, pick one” Mace growled.
Daddy was still, you thought maybe he didn’t want to move or say anything to antagonise Mace when his gun was so close to you. You couldn’t look at him. You were too scared to look at him and see what exact emotion might be in his eyes.
You leaned forward.
He was so velvety and hot beneath your tongue. It felt different from with your boyfriend, so very different. Daddy was scolding hot and the feel of him was rougher. When you flattened you tongue out to see how much of the shaft it could cover you were reminded of his size, your little tongue covering barely any of his thickness.
You knelt up fully as you worked up to the head. The fluid was vicious and hot, sticking to the roof of your mouth as you lapped at it. He tasted so much more masculine than you were used to, so salty and earthy and bitter. The shame of knowing what your step-father tasted like made a hiccuped sob erupt from you and a hand went to the back of your head to capitalise on your opened mouth, pushing quickly as daddy fed you his big cock.
You didn’t know whose hand it was that had pushed you, but you were sure it must have been Mace. Daddy wouldn’t do that. He was being kind, feeding you so gently and slowly so you wouldn’t choke while he groaned in what you were sure was pained disgust at being forced to violate your mouth.
The only sounds for a while where the rhythmic wet pump of hard cock into hot mouth and the huffing moans from your daddy. You tried to ignore them. It wasn’t right, but then maybe he was thinking of someone else so he could get this all over with faster. That must be it.
Your jaw hurt and you were so embarrassed by all the drool sloppily dripping on your chin when he pulled his cock from your mouth.
“You are such a good girl for me. Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
For the first time your daddy was scaring you. He sounded unlike himself. But the ever present gun was still trained on you, Mace now back sitting in the chair in the corner watching, so you wiped at your wet eyes and climbed onto the bed.
As you lay on your back you kept your legs closed. If you opened them he would be able to see your panties under this dress. It was too much, too erotic and wrong.
“Spread your legs hasenkind.”
You shook your head, bottom lip wobbling with the effort to stop from breaking down.
“You don’t say no to me. I know you spread your legs wide for that weak boyfriend of yours. It was disappointing at first to know my beautiful hasenkind was such a whore under my roof, but it’s what you need isn’t it? It’s ok, papa knows. Now spread your fucking legs.”
The cool air hit your thighs and quivering cunt as your legs spread wide. Daddy could see you now, could see the way the thin cotton stuck to you with your shameful wetness.
“Fuck her daddy, wreck that tight cunt. Ruin her for that little boyfriend you never approved of.”
You wished Mace would shut up. He was riling daddy up, making him so much more aggressive with how he ripped your panties off.
“D-daddy please” you begged, scared by how he was already looming over you, positioning himself on the bed as he spit in his hand and pumped his cock so close to your pussy.
“Gonna let her go unpunished? She let that boy in her, let him take what should have been yours. You don’t teach her a lesson now and what’s to stop her spreading her legs for who comes calling next? Want them humping your little girl the way he’s been? Fucking their skinny cocks into her while she spills all her sweetness for them? Maybe one will breed her up, give you a grandkid.”
Daddy forced all of himself up inside you. He hadn’t prepped you at all, your pussy went from tight and fluttering to brutally stretched and trying to squeeze the invasion out.
“I’m sorry daddy! Please, please take it out! It’s too big!” you screamed to deaf ears.
The force of his violent thrusts knocked the breathe from your lungs, had your tits bouncing wildly and your legs straining with how he forced them impossibly wide for him.
“Fuck, take it. Take my fat cock in that pretty little cunt. It’s where you belong, on your back and stuffed full of papa! Going to make you a mama hasenkind, put a ring on your finger and keep you forever. Would you like that?”
You could only cry.
“Tell me hasenkind! Say it!” he barked, sounding so impossibly turned on by this as he slammed into you over and over.
“M-make me a mama! Please daddy, make me yours!”
It was not pleasurable as you knew pleasure. It was hot pain that sunk down to your marrow, claimed you from the inside out as his. The weight of him, the smell and sound. Hadn’t he always looked after you? You didn’t think anyone else would fit as well now. Your cunt was moulded to the shape of him, blessed to never be satisfied by another cock.
He grunted like an animal as he played roughly with your clit, waiting for you to give in and have your pretty cunt milk him properly.
“Take it!” he howled as he gripped bruises into your hips and slammed so deep you felt like he would come out of your throat.
You cried out as you bore down on him, your orgasm for his benefit. His seed was hot inside you. There was so much of it as he thrust hard a few more times, roaring in triumph as he flooded you. You felt used up when he pulled out and your hole oozed with him.
“There, so good for me, so perfect. Come here mama, let me hold you.”
König was cooing and fingering his cum back into your ruined hole. It hurt. You didn’t need to look at Mace to know he was furiously masturbating, you could hear him as he approached. König didn’t pay any mind when your face was covered in another man’s cum.
He seemed eager to continue with this, to keep you here as his little innocent step-daughter that he meant to wife. You weren’t sure you could really cope with that, this had already been intense and uncomfortable. The word red hovered in your mind, but the worst part was over, now he was only lavishing praises in a language you didn’t understand into your ear while Mace tucked himself away, gave you an appraising look and left.
You did not want to be alone with König like this. He may not be the same brand of unhinged violence as the likes of Nikto, but something about his intensity frightened you.
Thankfully you were only left in his arms for a few moments when the door opened with Kate there to collect you, Mace at her back. There was a tense moment when König's arms tightened and it seemed he was intent on keeping you, but it passed and he released you to her.
You could hardly walk. Fuck you hoped nobody wanted anything rough tomorrow.
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oidheadh-con-culainn · 3 months ago
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always funny when one of my cu chulainn posts escapes containment (or when i see one by somebody else floating past on my dash) and gets a bunch of tags like "people should shitpost about the ulster cycle more" as if that's not what i do literally all the time
but a fun variant is where people who followed me for posting about modern irish (specifically the gaeltacht vampire) have apparently just discovered the med lit posts and are having a similar reaction
like. my username is trans-cuchulainn. my avatar is from the book of kells. my header picture is the start of the book of leinster táin. my bio says medievalist. i don't know what any of youse were expecting
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My favorite part was when the actual Isle of Mann came showed up and was like "Hey guys it's me remember me this is what I look like I'm not a 47 year old man."
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I love how the others were like "This guy's a stupid conman" but Scotland was like so ready to shoot him just to prove his point.
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England: Do you have the documentation to prove your nation status?
Scotland:
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I know that commie kids and WW2 kids are annoying as fuck but the NatPer kids are on a WHOLE different level.
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Teacher: And in 1937, Japan invaded China
NatPer kid: That was so dom of him lol
Me: I'm going fucking insane
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I just started uni and this guy in my bio class looks exactly like Matthew Williams. I told him and apparently he gets that a lot. He's literally the most Canadian man I've ever met.
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I have been informed by all of tumblr that I share a class with the national personification of my own country.
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Do people still believe nationfacts? I thought we all blocked them.
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I'm in med school and some of the other nurses actually believe that nations are faking symptoms of illness. Conspiracy theories like these are dangerous because then nation people won't get taken seriously by doctors and will be less likely to get proper treatment. This can lead to a lack of preparation for natural disasters and economic crises because people think they're incapable of feeling sick. This shit can kill people. I'm tired of having this conversation all the time.
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Every time I see this stuff on my dash I'm reminded of the Martinville tornado disaster where the NP of the united states was begging the hospital he was in to evacuate because he felt the familiar dizziness of a tornado but the doctors yelled at him for taking up space in the ER. I wonder what would've happened to all those patients had they been evacuated safely.
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Also btw I know this happened in 1952, before modern forecast technology, but my point still stands. Just because it's easier to predict stuff without nations doesn't mean doctors should yell at them and accuse them of faking. This misinformation kills people.
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yourclumsyguardianangel · 1 year ago
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the seven + a few others future headcanons
percy:
becomes a high school teacher
teaches high school marine biology (idk how it is in other schools but when we hit sophomore year we got to choose different bio classes ie: marine bio, ag bio, med bio + regular bio)
also teaches the mythology elective and is the swim team coach
annabeth:
we already know this queen is an architect with obvious inspiration from greek architecture
learns how to make blue food for percy and their kids from sally
has traveled all over the world looking at different architecture
learns the basics of many languages so shes able to communicate with the locals
her and leo team up to build a small school near camp half-blood for year rounders so everyone can learn consistently but dw they get summers off
piper:
love her but shes a nepo baby
she doesnt act like it tho
”are you tristan mcleans daughter?” “who?”
loves her dad to bits but does not like being seen out in public by the paparazzi
marries shel, they dont have kids tho, neither of them want to bring any into the world especially with america’s downfall and the government erasing women and poc rights
is basically leos big sister atp
leo:
him and calypso dont last, maybe a year and a half in they split bc calypso wants to explore the world and leo is very emotionally unstable and calypso has a hard time understanding
they end on good terms but dont ever talk unless its with a group of friends
he goes into a trade to become a mechanic and owns his own shop
starts smoking cigarettes/vaping
his friends dont really approve but they understand he cant quit just yet as hes not in a mental space to do so
goes to therapy with a psychologist whos a demigod that specializes in grieving and war trauma
they all go to therapy but hes the last one to do it
he’s still the ‘happy go lucky’ guy hes always been but as he gets closer w the others they start to see the true sadness in him
piper and him grow a lot closer after jason died and have a big sister little brother relationship
hazel:
my girl stays at camp jupiter
takes nicos place at camp
horse trainer
her and frank also dont work out as a romantic relationship, they felt that the age gap was too much after frank turned 18 and hazel was 15 theyre still friends tho
hazel often visits leo in his shop
as much as leo reminds her of sammy, through therapy she has recognized that theyre separate people and to not push all her past feelings for sammy onto leo
not only does she train horses but she also teaches little kids basic math, science, and history to the younger kids
they all call her ms. hazel
she prefers to teach the really young kids (age 4-7)
wears her hair in different braid styles after BOO
frank:
my friggin HOMIE
i relate to frank a lot personality wise
therefore i think hed be a 4/20 fanatic after BOO
hes not stoned during training or during important camp duties
but otherwise you try talkin to him and you dont really notice until you look and see the far off look and red eyes and he just goes “huh?”
other than that hes a great leader
after he gets his cool new look from mars he takes really good care of his body including consistent exercise and eating really healthily (maybe he has a soft spot for fast food when hes hi)
him joining the military does not make sense to me
he lost his mom to war, and he was in one himself, idk about you but i would not wanna join the military after being the main character in a war
he studies to be a veterinarian for exotic animals
when no one is around he shifts into the animal to find out whats wrong
”dr. zhang prefers to work by himself” “why” “idk but hes always right, if it aint broke dont fix it”
jason:
rip home-slice
nico:
my other homie
my guy does not get taller than 5’8
stays at camp during the summer to train the new and old kids
him and will get a house together
teaches history at the camp school
cat dad (5 cats and counting)
will:
takes nicos last name when they marry bc its cooler
him being a doctor doesnt click w me i more picture him being an EMT
EMTs are hotter anyways
does med training with new apollo kids whenever he gets time
if he’s not busy during working hours he drops by nicos classroom w his fav drink from dutch bros (starbucks is MID) and hangs out with him and his students
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Was thinking about Niktos being diagnosed with acute dissociative disorder, and was wondering if that’s actually a comprehensive diagnosis? Like is is the right one? Is there more to it? He does not strike me as a person to have been in therapy any longer than was mandatory, so if a psychologist got a look at him would they diagnose him with some other/additional stuff?
Nikto's in-game bios (MW19 and MWII/III) state that he has been diagnosed with "acute dissociative disorder" which is... pretty broad. MW19's subtitles and MWII's lines seem to hint that it's DID, but I tend not take it at face value this as it is a complex disorder and no matter how well you research it it won't ever be 100% accurate.
My initial headcanons made in mw19 therefore were (and still are) that Nikto does suffer from a dissociative disorder where he has a fractured sense of self, episodes of dissociation (not being entirely there "as we know him"), hallucinations, and amnesia. He (in my headcanon) doesn't have definite alters, but he does have very intense mood swings to the point.
On top of that general dissociative disorder, I headcanon him to have either PTSD or C-PTSD (linked exclusively to his torture), a form of borderline personality disorder, and generally being more paranoid and both destructive & self-destructive than the average person.
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His symptoms are shallower when he takes all of his meds regularly (challenge: impossible). He definitely would have benefitted from following therapy past the probable mandatory sessions, but alas.
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bones4thecats · 3 months ago
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TFP Ratchet x Fembot reader, where on Cybertron they both had a sparkling, but when the war started the Sparkling was taken away from them along with other Sparklings to train them for war, on earth the reader is pregnant, and when the episode where Bee are taken away from her C-cogs, Ratchet wants to give him his, but when Bee goes on the mission, and Ratchet goes for him, the Reader ends up telling why Ratchet wants to save Bee, since their Sparkling died in Ratchet's arms due to a Decepticon attack in the war from Cybertron. , Ratchet had to try to save his son in the infirmary only for him to die due to lack of energy, Ratchet still blames himself for his death same as the reader
TFP! Ratchet and S/O w/ Deceased Child
Character: Ratchet (Transformers Prime) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: This was so much fun to write. I love this guy so much!! By the way, the ending may be a hint rushed, but I need to start planning for my Q&A here soon. I also know the titles kinda clunky, but I tried making it sound good. Anyways, enjoy!!! ⚠️ Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of war, death, human organs (like once, not even that descriptive), and loss of a child ⚠️
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⚕️ As the Decepticons neared their goal day by day, you grew more and more worried for your sparkmate's stability. He hadn't been recharging as much as he should and the amount of injuries coming in certainly weren't helping any
⚕️ You were helping Ratchet out in the med-bay when you heard Bulkhead come inside while Bumblebee... walked? Why wasn't he in his vehicle mode instead?
"Bumblebee, Bulkhead? What's wrong?" You asked, making Ratchet look up from the screen and cock an optical ridge like you.
"Bee said he couldn't roll out. I don't know what's wrong with him."
⚕️ Looking from the large green-mech, you looked at the young yellow one and nodded, motioning for him to take a step onto the metal 'bed' for him to lay on for a scanning
⚕️ You were concerned as Optimus stood beside you, resting a servo on your shoulder pad and attempted to keep you from bursting with emotions. He understood why you were acting more worried than ever
"You can fix Bee, can't you?" Rafael asked, looking up at the medical bot with a matching concerned face.
"Bumblebee was hit pretty hard. The stun-blast may have fried his T-Cog." He answered, resuming with another scan.
"Is that like a T-Bone?" Miko asked.
"Not exactly. It's the organ that allows us to scan vehicles and transform." Arcee answered while you busied yourself making sure nothing was outwardly wrong with Bee.
⚕️ The beeping of results coming in made you all look up at the screens behind Ratchet, and you pat Optimus' servo with yours to reassure him you were fine, allowing him to nod and take it back to his side
"By the Allspark..." Ratchet began, "Bumblebee's T-Cog isn't damaged. It's missing."
"But the Decepticons transform too. Why would they steal that?" Jack asked, saying what you all were thinking.
"Megatron may be known to raise zombies but he's no ghoul."
"If Megatron wasn't behind this... then who was?" Raf asked again.
⚕️ As you began to wonder just who, any Decepticon, or even a rogue Autobot would do such a thing for greed, Bulkhead gave you the one group you wouldn't think of
"The ones who cannibalized Breakdown."
"And tried to gut me." Arcee added.
"M.E.C.H. And it would appear their knowledge of Cybertronian bio-tech has grown sophisticated."
"But why would they want Bumblebee's part?" The youngest human once again pried, being followed by Bumblebee's impaired beeping he used for speech.
⚕️ As Bumblebee stood and began to walk away, Optimus moved slightly from your side and laid a servo on his chest plate, making him stop walking forward like he once planned
"Bumblebee, please. You are not presently equipped to handle this." He said, making the youth bleep back at him.
"You are mistaken, my friend. I do know what it's like to lose a vital part of ones self. And, as a result, I know the value of putting ones faith in the strength of those around you. We vow to do everything in our power to make you whole again."
"And if not, Ratchet can just make you a new Cog-thing, right?" Miko asked.
⚕️ You could feel the frustration radiating off of Bumblebee as he groaned glitchily and sat back down on the berth, his helm in his servos
"What'd I say?"
"Miko, a T-Cog is a bio-mechanism not a scrapyard find. If it were that easy, don't you think I would've replaced Bumblebee's voice box by now."
⚕️ You made your voice known among the others as you replied with your own response
"Losing a T-Cog is like you humans losing your liver. You cannot just make a new one from scrap after losing it and put it inside you like nothing ever happened."
⚕️ Bee's beeping became more erratic as he spoke, making Raf step forward and begin trying to make the mech's mood lighten up a bit. After all, he was still the same adorable Cybertronian without such an important part of his biology. Unfortunately, Bee was having none of it and began moping heavier by the second
⚕️ As the others spoke of ideas for helping out Bee, you just hoped this nightmare would be over soon
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⚕️ Everyone in the base could tell that Bumblebee was beginning to lose his patience, he had been far more snappy and acting like how Miko would call it, 'a typical earthly-teenager' would, which only upset the bot more
⚕️ You noticed how protective Ratchet had grown towards Bee when he tried leaving for a 'walk'. And while normally you would just sigh and chuckle at the actions, this time, you saw how deeply this was hurting Ratchet and Bee. Bee was hurting for more obvious reasons, but Ratchet was one only you and Optimus knew about
⚕️ And after the... predicament with Ratchet being unconscious while the rest of the group, minus Bumblebee, you, and the kids, went off to find an Iacon relic, everyone was shocked when he yelled about Bee going off on his own
⚕️ It was only days after Bee's T-Cog got repaired after being blown to near-scrap by Starscream that the kids asked you why Ratchet seemingly lost himself worrying after Bee
⚕️ You currently had the three kids in your alt mode, an Koenigsegg CCR, and were telling them a short story of your first day on their home planet, making them laugh at how oblivious you once were
"Hey Y/N, can I ask you something personal?" Raf asked, shifting nervously in the passenger seat while Miko took her headphones out and sat up to listen.
"Go right on ahead, kiddo."
"Ratchet cares about the team, and I know that! But, why did he seem so much more- protective over Bee while his T-Cog was gone?"
"Yeah! He acted like he was Bee's dad or something!" Miko chirped in.
"Miko!" Jack yelled.
"It's alright, Jack. I suppose you kids should know since you're practically members of our small family." You began, making the two boys and girl look at your radio with curiosity.
⚕️ You shook off any feeling of nervousness and began to speak your story, radiating everything off of your spark, allowing the kids to back out of hearing the tragedy any time
"Back on Cybertron, there were two Cybertronians. And in a similar way you humans do, they had a what you call 'child'. The two were very happy to bring such a cute and valuable part of their kind into the universe. And, swearing on their sparks, they would make sure they lived a happy life."
⚕️ Raf could hear your voice drop at the mention of a 'happy life' and so, in an effort to save you some pain, he finished your sentence
"And then the war broke out... right?"
"Yeah... the carrier, or mother in your terms, had taught him how to fight whilst the sire, or father, taught him how to heal himself and others if the time came. And it did, unfortunately."
⚕️ Flashbacks of watching an orange and white mech teaching a smaller, and more fragile one, how to weld an injury together began to come back to you, making you slow down more while driving
"While they tried their best to keep their child out of any major danger, when the Decepticons launched an attack on the building they were staged in, he ended up getting severely wounded, to the point where it took nearly ten medics and doctors to help the large number of harmed members heal quick enough for a rebuttal."
⚕️ Jack looked down while Miko looked visibly saddened and Raf tried to stay calm as you continued
"The father Cybertronian had tried healing the young one, attempting to close up any major wound until he could receive proper treatment... but that... didn't work that well."
"I'm gonna guess that the father Cybertronian was Ratchet and the mother was you, right Y/N?" Jack asked.
"You'd be correct. Ever since the day that Ratchet and I lost him, I couldn't stand the mere mention of his name."
"What was his name?" Miko asked kindly, attempted to sound far less curious then she was.
"We named him Ultrasound. Since he seemingly could hear so much more than he should have when he was young." You said, a small laugh coming from you and the kids.
"Hey Y/N... do you think Ratchet sees Ultrasound in Bumblebee?" Raf asked.
"It's quite possible. I see him inside him as well. The way he pouted reminded me of when Ratchet would tell Ultra to go to his quarters because he did something bad. I believe that Ratchet does see our offspring in Bumblebee, though, you may need to ask him yourself." You finished, before telling them it was time to get them home for the night.
⚕️ They all nodded and sat patiently as you began to drive them home, dropping off Jack, then Miko, and finally Raf off at their homes
⚕️ But, before Raf went inside and probably to bed, he looked at your radio again and said something that would stay with you until the end of your time living
"I think Ultrasound is always with you, like what my mother always told me. Someone isn't fully gone, there's always a part of them with you. Whether it be in your heart, or I guess spark for you guys, or in your memories."
⚕️ You hummed and giggled at Raf's maturity before opening your door for him to get inside his home
"Thank you for the advice, oh wise Rafael. Now, get in your home. Your mother's probably worried."
"No problem, and thanks again Y/N. You must've been a great parent."
⚕️ You were shocked as he stepped out and ran into his house to speak to his mother about why he was slightly late home, he was probably going to say that his friend needed some help understanding some homework
⚕️ Once you arrived back at the base and looked at your sparkmate working away, the memory of him holding Ultrasound in his arms, smiling down at the newly-made Cybertronian, made you give a matching one and walk up to hug him
⚕️ Ratchet looked at you and smiled, wrapping an arm around your back, pulling you into his grasp. Oh he wished this war would be over so you both could live once again like normal beings and not helpers in such a violent time
"I love you, Ratchet."
"I love you too, Y/N."
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Hey I saw someone on Twitter saying you’re transphobic because it said in your Twitter bio “IDW Arcee is still a guy” even though the character is canonically trans. What’s your take on that? I’m not attacking you or anything I just genuinely want to know the context of all that.
Oh boy. Strap yourselves in kids; time for Chai's villain origin story.
So basically, IDW Arcee made his debut under the pen of Simon Furman, the dude who created Arcee in the first place. Simon Furman has a small massive chip on his shoulder over the notion of girl robots, but we're going to be talking in mostly Watsonian terms for now. IDW Arcee as he comes on the scene in Spotlight Arcee is the victim of a nonconsensual forced sex reassignment, we see right off the bat that this destroyed his life.
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He's wracked with trauma and dysphoria over this, on a do-or-die quest to take out the mad scientist who did it (he succeeds and tortures said scientist for seven years straight), and is implied to suffer chronic pain.
This got a lot of criticism, but Simon Furman insisted it wasn't meant to be transphobic, just the opposite. When someone pointed out that this was a story about how traumatic it was to be assigned a gender you didn't feel was the one you should have, Furman agreed with this take.
Eventually Furman was shooed out and John Barber was brought in as writer, and nobody seemed to know how to deal with Arcee's backstory. So they just kind of...didn't. They wrote around it for eight whole years, never really acknowledging it, but frequently alluding to how traumatized he was from it. The only person to ever roll up their sleeves and tackle it head on was Mairghread Scott, the only person IMO to ever do justice to IDW Arcee.
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By the way, this panel made me weep. This issue also includes a fleeting, but notable moment where someone refers to Arcee with they/them pronouns, and at the time, I was extremely excited for this.
Shortly after this however, the comic came to an end and John Barber decided -- in the very last issue -- to bring in an expert. And by this, I mean he found some trans lady on Twitter and let her write Arcee. The last issue has Arcee concluding that the whole sex change was consensual and the violent murder spree was the result of, I quote, "bad meds."
Yeah, basically Arcee killed all those people because the Spiro was a little off.
I got into a lot of internet fights with people over this back in the day, criticizing it for being worse than what we started with, but also frequently pointing out that it wasn't Twitter lady's fault, as she wasn't the editor-in-chief at IDW and that there's a very good reason professional writers aren't supposed to do this sort of thing. In return, I got accused of hating trans women and still get some real ugly things in the inbox about it to this day. It was the first taste, bitter as wormwood, of what I as a trans man could expect from my own community.
Regardless of all that, Arcee is probably the most important fictional character to ever enter my life. He helped me realize I was trans, got me through some dark days, got me through heartbreak and top surgery. He saved my life a few times, and every so often he continues to. I owe so much to him.
If writing a very gentle fix-it fic where Arcee has a long talk with Anode (one of the trans lesbian bots from the vastly superior sister series James Roberts wrote) makes me a transphobe in these peoples' eyes, so be it. I don't care what they think. They never reached out to baby trans Chai and held his hand and kept him breathing.
Arcee did.
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