#all membrane appreciation post

[jrueships]

sometimes i think about the ask i got about making a tier of players who are alpha beta or omega

[looking-cool-joker]

There is a great dynamic between Zim and Gaz, but I guess to be fair Gaz has a great dynamic with everyone.

[milkywayhou]

You've Got Email (König x OC: Medical Student!Snow) PART II

Summary: When the Colonel from some Private Military Corporation group accidentally send KorTac's secret file via email to a random civilian girl and now they develop some weird relationship.

TWs: Curse words (from Snow), slow burn (kinda). I just wrote this for fun

Words Count: 3k (The email contain 2k+ words while the rest was Snow's 4Chan post)

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

03/16/23 at 00:16 am

Subject: Paper Killing Me Slowly

Looks like my essays have finally done me in, Colonel. I officially declare these assignments a cruel and unusual form of torture. If my crippling debt doesn’t end up being the death of me, it’ll definitely be this never-ending pile of papers.

I swear my professors are deliberately trying to break me with their sadism disguised as “learning.” At this rate, I’ll be old and gray before I actually get to practice real medicine.

You’re probably chuckling over there in your super secret PMC headquarters, happy that my suffering brings you some minor amusement. Let me tell you, it’s not very fun on this end! By the way, since you never seem to shut up about your big important KorTac work, I did a little digging on you guys out of sheer boredom the other night. Let’s just say your organization isn’t exactly the most transparent, is it? Not that I expected any less from a sketchy bunch of psuedo-military operatives.

But what can I say, you’ve piqued my curiosity Colonel. There’s clearly more to you and your operation than meets the eye. Not that I actually care or anything…

Dying a Slow Death by Paper Cuts,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

03/17/23 at 07:15 am

Subject: RE: Paper Killing Me Slowly

About time you resurfaced from whatever academic torment was keeping you occupied, doctor-in-training. Unlike some, I’ve work that can’t be put off for frivolous distractions like “curiosity.” While your professors’ standards may seem unduly harsh, rigor is integral to developing excellence. Quit your complaining and buckle down.

As for digging into KorTac’s operations, I’d suggest focusing energies inward on your own development instead. What we do is of no concern to civilian meddlers seeking petty entertainment.

Now then, your well-being – have you been maintaining proper rest and nutrition amidst studies? Medical training will matter little if you work yourself into an early grave. Take care not to bite off more than you can chew, doctor. Your potential is wasted by burning the candle at both ends.

Stay vigilant. And do try to check in more frequently going forward. Ensuring no volatile elements fall through cracks is priority, after all. But you knew that already.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

03/18/23 at 02:26 am

Subject: RE: RE: Paper Killing Me Slowly

Ooh, is the big bad Colonel actually concerned for little old me? How touching. Don’t worry, it’ll take more than some papers and late nights to do me in. I’m tougher than I look!

Though I appreciate your oh-so-subtle inquiries into my well-being. It’s cute that you care, in your own gruff, annoyed kind of way. Really warms the heart.

As for your warnings about focusing inward – I’ll have you know theoretical pondering is a crucial part of intellectual development, unlike SOME people who just brood and bark orders all day. Live a little!

Besides, you’re far more interesting to think about than cell membranes or DNA transcription or whatever the hell I’m studying these days. At least you provide some entertainment value while also agitating that permanent stick up your butt.

Not that I’d ever actually chew on you or anything…or would I? You’ll never know! Consider it some encouragement for YOU to stay vigilant as well, Colonel Killjoy.

Try not to miss me too much! I’ve got my course to slowly finish killing me. Ta ta for now ~

Snow ;*

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

03/18/23 at 03:04 am

Subject: A Question of Priorities

Hmph. Always with the fanciful notions and attempts to get under my skin, aren’t you girl? As amusing as your antics may be at times, they divert from more pressing matters.

Why is it you seem to find time for this inane correspondence, yet claim such a full schedule? Have you no family, social life or other obligations beyond schooling that demand attention? It’s late – most functional humans your age are asleep at a respectable hour.

Or is replying to my messages now the highlight of your days? I fail to see what could possibly be so engaging about our exchanges as to warrant daily disruptions to your studies and rest. Do explain, medic, before I’m forced to conclude it’s some misguided fixation driving this behavior.

Now then, I’m certain both our times can be better spent. This will be my last correspondence on the subject unless you’ve a sensible reason for continuing. I expect a clear one if we are to correspond further. Is that understood?

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

03/18/23 at 03:13 am

Subject: RE: A Question of Priorities

I can’t believe I’ll live to see you wrote ‘Hmph', but oh well.. No need to get so worked up over a little late night emailing. You’d think I personally offended your entire army or something with how tightly wound up you always are.

To answer your interrogations – no, I don’t have much of a social life between school and work. All my friends are in the same crazy overloaded boat. And family’s not really in the picture anymore, so it’s just me.

As for why I reply to YOU – it’s certainly not any fixation, don’t flatter yourself. I often check emails late at night to make sure I didn’t miss anything from professors. And sometimes replying to your grumpy missives provides a brief distraction/comic relief from the academic stress barrage. Not like you give me much else to look forward to in my messages other than another lecture on “priorities” or thinly veiled warnings about security. Add some fun or levity once in awhile why don’t ya?

Might improve that permanent stick up your butt situation. :)

Anyways, I don’t see how this harms anything. If anything, it’s helping me decompress from the intensity of my program for a moment. But don’t let that inflate your ego – you’re really not THAT interesting, Colonel.

So relax already. I have my priorities in order. Now are you done interrogating me, or can we get back to our regularly scheduled program of friendly pestering via email?

Barely slept,

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

03/17/23 at 03:20 am

Subject: RE: RE: A Question of Priorities

Look, I’ll admit you’re…more interesting than most people I could be corresponding with at this hour. There, I said it. Are you happy now?

I have way bigger fish to fry at the moment than whatever mind games you’re trying to play with your interrogation emails.

So let’s call a truce on analyzing each other’s motivations too closely, yeah? I’ll focus on my “priorities” as much as possible, and you can go back to doing…whatever it is you ominous PMC dudes do all day. And we’ll both be happier for it.

Anyways, I better get back to hitting the books. You take care, Colonel. Try not to have an aneurysm overthinking all this too much!

Snow

P.S. Please say something nice back for once instead of another lecture. I dare you.

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

03/18/23 at 08:47 am

Subject: RE: RE: RE: A Question of Priorities

Very well, consider the matter settled as far as I’m concerned going forward. Your reasons for continuing this…discourse seem harmless enough, and who am I to deny you an outlet of levity in trying times. Though I stand by my advice on maintaining focus.

As for what we “ominous dudes” occupy ourselves with daily – it’s primarily strategy, training, intel analysis and security planning, you named it. Not as exciting as how the tabloids depict, I’m sure. Mostly tedium with moments of terror.

In any case, we all have our burdens to shoulder. Yours may differ from mine, but remain no less important in their own domain. So chin up, and do carry on with your studies unhindered whenever renewed vigor is needed. Perseverance is the quality that leads to true achievement against the odds.

Now then, I’ve said my piece. Take care, Farron.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

03/18/23 at 12:20 pm

Subject: A Brief Observation

Dare I note the absence of your typical rigid sign-off that just screams “I’m an important military man, hear me roar!” Could it be you’re loosening up ever so slightly after our numerous exchanges? Developing a bit of a soft spot for little old Snow, perhaps?

I knew there had to be more beneath the surface of that tough-as-nails exterior of yours. Everyone has layers, after all – even secretive PMC commanders who like to pretend they’re robots without emotions :p

Anyways, I should let you get back to your no doubt very serious operations instead of speculating on your hidden depths. Just wanted to say thanks for the rare pep talk, Colonel. I’ll be sure to keep that determined spirit thriving even on my darkest academic nights.

Now get back to work! And try not to think too much about whether this means we’re actually becoming…friends???!. *gasp* That is, if your heart can handle it without exploding first.

Ciao for now~

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/04/23 at 10:56 pm

Subject: Radio Silence

So are you really going to leave a girl hanging with no reply, Colonel? I know you big tough military types are always running off on secret missions and whatnot, but c'mon, at least let me know you're not dead in a ditch somewhere.

It has been, what, over two weeks since our last correspondence? That's got to be some kind of record for you.

Wonder what'd have you all occupied that you can't even spare 5 minutes to tell me to get lost.

Please don't say you finally got sick of my pestering and had me discreetly eliminated from a distance. That would just be rude. And boring! I thought we had something special going here.

Joking aside, do try and stay safe out there - whatever "there" may be. The world of medicine could always use more capable folks like yourself, for better or worse.

Anyways, dropping you another line just in case you check email between top secret missions. Don't be a stranger for too long, alright Colonel Grumpy Face? I'll be here annoying as ever when you get back.

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/10/23 at 02:53 am

Subject: A Brief Addendum

Ugh, I don’t know why I’m even telling you this in my state but…I guess you're on missions, but this radio silent make me worry, you know. The lack of contact, not knowing if you’re alright. It’s infuriating. I try not to think about what might happen to a control freak like you out in the field but it creeps in anyway.

Just come back in one piece next time, you hear? As grating as you can be, these exchanges have become a constant. Don’t you dare go getting yourself killed, König. Idiot.

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

04/17/23 at 08:01 pm

Subject: Delayed Response

Farron,

Apologies for the lack of reply these past weeks – mission took longer than expected due to unforeseen complications. Extracting our assets took priority over trivialities such as correspondence.

Debrief and post-op work ongoing, so this must be brief. Merely wanted to assure you of my return and wish continued success moving forward. Consider this an open line should pressures seem insurmountable.

Now back to the grind. Take care, Farron.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/23/23 at 01:29 am

Subject: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic

Colonel Köniiiiiiiig!

Hope debriefing is going well or whatever very secret soldier stuff you’ve been doing. Took you long enough to check back in, mister big important commander man! Anyways, I just wanted to share some very deep thoughts I’ve been contemplating after many drinks with fellow stressed out med students. You see, I have this theory…

Your call sign, König. That means King in German right? Very regal and powerful choice if I do say so myself. But it got me thinking – why choose that name, hmm? Is it to hide some deep insecurity and need to always be in control? A way to cope with feelings of inadequacy by lording power over others?

I crack the code, Colonel! You’re really just a big softie inside who picked König to hide your true emotions. How else can you explain putting up with talking to lil ol me all this time, huh? There has to be some secret weakness in there somewhere for you to entertain my antics so much!

Anyways, thanks for listening to my very serious conspiracy analysis brought to you by many tequila shots. Please feel free to deny everything and lecture me more in your next email sober Snow! Gotta go pass out now zzzzzzz.

Your favorite Inebriated medic,

Snow 🥴

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

04/23/23 at 04:48 am

Subject: RE: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic

Farron,

It seems your dedication to unraveling mysteries extends even to matters best left untouched. While I appreciate your concern in your addled state, speculating on subjects beyond your clearance level will only lead down unproductive paths.

As for my call sign’s meaning, names are but signifiers – their derivation holds no relevance to function.. I lead to secure progress, nothing more; what I choose to call myself matters not.

Now then, onto more constructive matters – have you recovered from your overindulgence? I trust your studies aren’t suffering unduly.

Stay focused, stay determined. All else will sort itself in due time. Now get some rest – I’ve operations to oversee, as always. Perhaps next we’ll converse under calmer auspices. Take care, Farron.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/23/23 at 11:24 am

Subject: RE: RE: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic

Good morning Colonel,

Ugh, I vaguely remember sending those emails last night and…wow, what a mistake that was. Please accept my sincere apologies – drinking too much and spouting off about things I have no business speculating on was beyond idiotic and uncalled for.

The tequila clearly had a stronger hold over my judgement than I realized. I hope I didn’t offend or overstep any boundaries with my drunken ramblings. You of all people don’t need me stirring up nonsensical theories in your line of work.

Woke up with the worst migraine too, so that’s my penance I suppose. A stark reminder not to mix heavy studying with binge drinking ever again! Lesson well and truly learned there, I assure you.

Anyways, I’ll leave you to your important duties. Thanks as always for tolerating my antics, even when they’re fueled by alcohol. I’ll be sure to keep future correspondence more sensible. Apologies again, and have a good day! Ughhh.. the sun is too bright today

Your favorite regretful medic,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

04/23/23 at 12:01 pm

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic

Farron,

Water under the bridge. Focus on recovery and studies, leave past indulgences in the past. You’ve a bright future; guard it well.

No further need for apologies. Your potential is why I continue our exchanges, however unconventional. Now focus inward – your wellbeing is priority one.

Get some rest. We’ll converse again once equilibrium returns. Take care.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/24/23 at 07:10 am

Subject: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)

Good morning Colonel,

Feeling much better after sleeping most of it off. Thanks for being so understanding as always – you’re really not so bad once you loosen up every now and then.

Anyways, since we’re always discussing serious matters, I thought I’d lighten the mood by sharing some pictures of my precious furball Luna. Maybe they’ll provide a brief smile during your no doubt super secret soldier day.

Attached file:

-Luna_SpyingOnTheNeighbors.jpg

-Luna_ContemplatingWorldDomination.jpg

-Luna_FloofOfAnnoyance.jpg

Don’t say I never bring you any joy, mister serious! Hope you’re having a decent one so far. Chat later – I’m off to class.

Your favorite medic and part-time cat model agent,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

04/24/23 at 10:37 am

Subject: RE: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)

I must admit, those images provided a brief reprieve from the tedium of paperwork. Your feline companion appears quite the charismatic specimen.

“Luna_SpyingOnTheNeighbors.jpg” made me chuckle – she seems to take her surveillance duties quite seriously. And who can blame her for fantasies of domination in “Luna_ContemplatingWorldDomination.jpg”? Such ambitions are understandable.

As for “Luna_FloofOfAnnoyance.jpg”… let’s just say I know that look all too well from subordinates who try my patience. Quite the fitting names for her photos, med student. Well done.

In any case, please extend my thanks to your cat.

Now back to the grind. Go learn and make that clever mind of yours even sharper, Farron. I expect top marks, as always. Keep well, Farron.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/24/23 at 10:40 am

Subject: RE: RE: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)

Are you a cat person?

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

04/24/23 at 10:52 am

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)

An astute observation – yes, I harbor a soft spot for feline companions. Their self-reliance and pragmatic nature resonate. As young recruits, we briefly had a unit mascot that served morale well until retirement.

Now get to studies, Farron.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

04/24/23 at 03:17 pm

Subject: Luna Photo Bomb

Colonel,

Thanks for indulging my curiosity about your feelings on felines. As an appreciation for your candor, I want to share something more with you – my Luna photo archive!

I’ve uploaded my entire photo folder of my furry friend to my G-Drive. The link is here:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1XYZ123

In there is a folder simply called “Luna” with nearly 10,000 photos documenting her entire life so far. I know you said you appreciated the brief distraction, so feel free to browse to your heart’s content if you have any downtime!

Just a warning though – my other personal folders are in there too, so please don’t go nosing around elsewhere. Luna folder only, got it?

Enjoy (or not?) and let me know if you have a new favorite shot of her royal fluffiness. Now back to the books for me. Stay safe out there!

Your favorite cat photographer,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

04/24/23 at 09:39 pm

Subject: RE: Luna Photo Bomb

Farron,

I appreciate the gesture, but while I’ve no doubt Luna’s archives showcase captivating moments of her royal adventures, discretion is my foremost duty. Perhaps another time, under less sensitive circumstances.

For now, your updates on her antics and insights into companionship are solace enough.

Stay focused on your studies. Your quick mind will serve lives one day. As for myself, duty calls me elsewhere once more. Take care and give Luna a pet for me. Until next time.

König

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>>Anonymous

05/05/23(Fri)00:29:59 No.132921714

Feelings for a shadowy Colonel dude…help??

Image: [Sad peppe with glasses.jpg 204kb, 400x400]

>Be me, a tired med student swamped with exams

>Get random encrypted email from some “Colonel” guy

>Inside is classified military info about shady PMC ops

>Decide to fuck with him for laughs since have death wish from stress

>Surprisingly he actually replies and doesn’t leak my info

>Realize he’s actually pretty interesting under the hard ass exterior

>We start casually emailing about life and work

>Turns out Colonel guy has sorta relatable perspective on things

>Months pass and our talks become one of the few bright spots in my week

>His dedication is admirable, even if his job seems emotionally taxing

>Learn he actually has a soft spot for cats and sense of humor under layers of protocols

>Physical appearance is unknown but I picture tall, handsome grizzled badass (don't ask me why)

>Problem is I think I’m starting to actually like this enigmatic online friend???

>Nothing will ever happen since he’s eternally deployed and I barely know him

>But I look forward to his messages and appreciate his advice

>TF do I do anons??? How do I stop these growing feelings for a shadowy rando I email???

Pls help, this med student doesn’t need any more stress :’(

Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)03:12:29 No.132921892: >>132921714(OP)#

I’d say don’t overthink it. You clearly care for him as a friend. Keep things light, see where it leads once you’re both free. Lives with purpose are sexy; maybe there’s potential. Just live in the present for now 

Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)03:56:33 No.132921904: >>132921892#

Thanks anon, you make a good point. We clearly get along well so maybe it’s worth exploring more after graduation. I’ll try to just enjoy our talks and see what happens naturally.

Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)07:34:02 No.132922100: >>132921714(OP)#

I’d be careful, he’s in a position of power over you. Just make sure you aren’t getting emotionally manipulated without realizing. Stay wise and protect your heart sis <3

Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)12:49:44 No.132922146: >>>132922100#

you’re so right, anon. I’ll be vigilant for any imbalance since he knows a lot more about me. Our relationship so far has been respectful, so hopefully it remains that way. Thanks for looking out, it means a lot <3

Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)11:57:06 No.132922468: >>>132921714(OP)#

Pics or it didn’t happen (of the cat). Also military guys are freaks, be cautious but maybe have fun while you’re young! You never know what could happen.

Anonymous 05/05/23(Sat)08:14:26 No.132922513: >>>132922468#

Image: [Luna_yawning.jpg 958kb, 500x500] Here’s the sweetie in question! And good point, I’m gonna stay cautious but keep an open mind. This med student is gonna enjoy her 20s however they play out ;) Thanks for all the advice anons!

Just quick update haha. I happen to have many free time today :D

Also, Comment, Love and Reblogged are very appreciate! 💖

[crossovershipstournament]

Crossover Ships Tournament Contestants

Alright, after putting it off for a bit (due to real life being busy and also I got lazy), I’ve finally gone through and prepared the list of ships for the tournament! Congrats to the lucky 64, and apologies to anyone else whose ship didn’t make it in. I did appreciate every single entry that followed the rules, though, and all the infodumps made me smile!

Before the list, however, I wanna say that this post and the eventual bracket matchup post are going to double as places to post your propaganda via replies and reblogs (or even asks). Going forward, I will use whatever propaganda people add to the posts/send via asks with permission to add as propaganda on the eventual bracket matches. By adding any sort of replies/tags/etc to any further tournament-related posts, you are consenting to having that propaganda added into the tournament. If you are uncomfortable with this, please state it outright on any posts/asks you might send.

Also the rule about fanart for the ships still remains; if you send/provide fanart, please also provide explicit permission from the original artist or proof that you made it yourself. Otherwise, I will not feel comfortable using it in the tournament.

With all that said, let’s meet our 64 ships for the tournament! Please let me know if anything is misspelled or any information is incorrect:

Bayonetta (Bayonetta)/Palutena (Kid Icarus)

Beastman (Masters of the Universe)/Lifeweaver (Overwatch 2)

Ben Tennyson (Ben 10)/Rex Salazar (Generator Rex)

Chibiusa (Sailor Moon)/Kid Trunks Briefs (Dragon Ball Z)

Damian Wayne (DC Comics)/Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Dib Membrane (Invader Zim)/Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)/Jevil (Deltarune)

Ash Williams (Evil Dead)/Crawford Tillinghast (From Beyond)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How To Train Your Dragon)/Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)/Wolf O’Donnell (StarFox)

Jake Long (American Dragon: Jake Long)/Juniper Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee)

JD (Heathers the Musical)/Nathan Prescott (Life is Strange)

Jigglypuff (Pokemon)/Kirby (Kirby)

Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)/Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)

Leonardo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)/Yuichi Usagi (Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles)

Michelangelo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)/Miles Morales (Marvel)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)/Toriel Dreemur (Undertale)

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Ducktales 2017)/Clover Ebi (RWBY)

Gyro Gearloose (Ducktales 2017)/Hazel Rainart (RWBY)

Gandra Dee (Ducktales 2017)/Winter Schnee (RWBY)

Dewey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Whitley Schnee (RWBY)

Mogar (Xray and Vav)/David (Camp Camp)

Jimmy Neutron (Jimmy Neutron)/Timmy Turner (Fairly Oddparents)

Jane Porter (Tarzan)/Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Max Goof (Disney)/Yakko Warner (Animaniacs)

Huey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Wakko Warner (Animaniacs)

Dewey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)/Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Webby Vanderquack (Ducktales 2017)/Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Max (Camp Camp)/Phineas Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts)/Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)

Angus McDonald (The Adventure Zone)/Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) (Mob Psycho 100)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia)/Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)

Applejack (My Little Pony)/Hol Horse (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders)

Aqua (Kingdom Hearts)/Cinderella (Cinderella)

Commander Peepers (Wander Over Yonder)/Wilt Michaels (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends)

Ditzy Doo (My Little Pony)/The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Jiminy Cricket (Pinocchio)/Timothy Q. Mouse (Dumbo)

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)/Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Bowser (Super Mario)/Dr. Eggman (Sonic)

Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)/Venti (Genshin Impact)

Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)/Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Alex Mercer (Prototype)/Desmond Miles (Assassin’s Creed)

Adrien Agreste aka Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)/Berry Shirayuki aka Mew Berry (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)/Shockwave (Transformers Prime)

Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland)/Kanata Shinkai (Ensemble Stars)

Skales (Lego Ninjago)/Starscream (Transformers Prime)

Selina Kyle aka Catwoman (DC Comics)/Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Phone Guy (Five Nights at Freddy’s)/Wally Franks (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Megaman (Megaman)/Pit (Kid Icarus)

Merida (Brave)/Rapunzel (Tangled)

Ange Ushiromiya (Umineko no Naku Koro Ni)/Rin Tohsaka (Fate/Stay Night)

Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine)/Cuphead (Cuphead)

Luca Paguro (Luca)/Maisie Brumble (The Sea Beast)

Princess Peach (Super Mario)/Samus Aran (Metroid)

Blossom Utonium (Powerpuff Girls)/Dexter (Dexter’s Laboratory)

Daffy Duck (Looney Toons)/Donald Duck (Disney)

Kefer (Egyxos)/Dragon Shiryu (Knights of the Zodiac)

Gaz Membrane (Invader Zim)/Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Gregor (Star Wars the Clone Wars)/Harley Quinn (DC Comics)

Sally “Thorn” McKnight (Scooby Doo Franchise)/Skwisgaar Skwigelf (Metalocalypse)

Astro Tenma (Astro Boy (2009))/Wilbur Robinson (Meet The Robinsons)

Apollo (Percy Jackson)/Clark Kent aka Superman (Superman)

Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)/Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

[astrovvitches]

hi....! i'm a bit nervous posting this since this isn't my usual body of work at all.... but regardless i did want to try and get a light interest check / feelers out for a project i have in mind :,) i've been really inspired to make interactive fictions recently and have been going through a ton of projects that i've seen on the database/thru itch !! so in an attempt to keep a good writing habit & also because i had a fun idea i wanted to work on, i've started rough planning for an IF! below is the rough synopsis and idea i'm planning on proceeding with ;w;) i would def appreciate any initial impressions or interest in replies/tags but please note i am so new to (waves hands) all of this, so i appreciate your leniency as i dip my toes into this area... if there are any questions or general comments, i'll do my best to reply....! thank u T_T ——— UNION (name is subject to change) is a soft sci-fi IF following an amnesiac player trying to navigate a war between rebels and corporations. Tear apart the membrane that keeps this city alive and carve out the truth for yourself. — SYNOPSIS (below the cut!)

UNION.

The word was plastered on every surface you could see, from torn stickers on street lamps, pixels on a moving screen, seeping into the pores of the bricks that built this city. You couldn't recall what the word meant to you, but your body remembered better. It was hard to ignore the way you flinched at any sign of the name. They were the heart of this bleeding city and you were certain that humanity would have perished long ago without their technological advancements.

You weren’t sure where you came in, a cell in this mechanical monster you called a city. With glass shards embedded into your knees and sticky lime sewage clinging to your skin, you try to make sense of the world you’ve suddenly been thrust into. 

The shadows that slip between the cracks of UNION’s watch seem to know your name, your face, your every action. Everyone seems to know better than you do. Why does everyone seem to know you? 

UNION provides you with the safety that you had never known and out of your own selfish need to survive, you’re more than happy to feed off of their open palm.

Until one day, a mysterious figure who claimed to know you, your past and your future comes to collect your dues. To you, who had known nothing outside the pristine infirmaries of UNION and the consort of employees that tended to your every need, you were now forced to make a choice: Face your enigmatic past or embrace the comforts of your new life?

[messinwitheddie]

1:Whatever happened to Yeet after Tallest Purple died? Where was she?

2:Cini doesn’t it burn when you let smoke go through your eyes? Why not blow it out?

3:Does Tak have a scar on her abdomen? What happened there?

4:Who would look best in a two piece swimsuit? Tallest Dava? Kii or Miyuki?

5:Dib’s son had kids, right? The twin babies?

6:Hows the professor coming along?

All very good questions, which is why I feel obligated to warn everyone cringe, self-indulgent answers are ahead.

1. Yeet ends up deserting the Irken empire altogether for Mem's hive. She agrees to let Zim downgrade her PAK, severing herself from the CB's core collective. She stays in Mem's hive and continues to perform lookout/ guard duties as well as assist Purple with certain everyday tasks, as he is rendered disabled after being cut off from things like his hovor belts/ smart gauntlets (hence why he often walks with a cane after being de-measured. The measuring process is very damaging to the body.)

Yeet also volunteeres to lead an exploration expedition across Mem's mystery planet to help gather information about the surface beyond Mem's hive's known territories. She helped Zim, Dib and Reg draw accurate maps and extensively document the flora and fauna of the continent the hive occupies and eventually the whole planet.

In between expeditions, Yeet volunteers to bodyguard the Resisty-serving Cantina Gir (or frylord “Gorr-May" as he is eventually knighted after earning the title of Frylord in his own right) secretly opens on Mem’s mystery planet. Gir/Gorr-May is only able to sneak away and cook at the cantina occasionally, as the CB full system takeover puts him/ his employees at a huge risk. His apprentice, Mem's daughter, Vicious, does most of the cooking for the cantina.

Yeet provides Mem's hive with a much needed boost in silk, as her “condition" never improves, so she volunteers her time to silk spinning, laundry and mending clothes. She makes dolls for the smeets/ other infant species in her spare time. Yeet enjoys much more meaningful enrichment after joining Mem's hive. She stays active, happy and very much appreciated there, even if her and Gir/Gorr-May never have a swarm of their own (a mutual agreement between the two if them.).

Where Yeet is exactly when Purple dies, is not yet determined. She is very upset when she discovered he had passed. She mourned him deeply; Purple was one of her best friends, despite everything. He even officiated her and Gir's union.

2. Cini has a bad habit of holding in when he puffs on his amber pipe because he believes the old superstition that doing so will increase the effects of the amber (somehow smoke is able to pass through Irken tear ducts in my personal head canon. This is unhealthy and unnecessary. Do not hold in smoke. Don’t smoke in general, in case any minors are ignoring my blog boundaries lol).

3. Tenn (whispering) “That's just a prominent stretch mark from our pregnancies. She's a little bitter. Mine all faded before hers, so just don’t bring it up. She trained our swarms to attack on command.”

Tak “I can hear you over there!”

4. Why do you have to pit 3 bad bitches against each other? ^0

5.You know what? I cannot for the life of me find the drawing you are referring to. Slowly but surely , I'm organizing my drawing room, but have yet to come across it. It is lost in tumblr limbo for sure.

I changed the story around since drawing/ posting that.

Reg temporarily cuts ties with both the Membrane and Van Verminstrasser families while in college during his early to mid 20’s. He goes through a whole para-spiritual/ environmental extremist fase. Part of the reason he joins Dib on his second trip to Mem's planet is to dodge arrest for “acts of environmental terrorism" in several countries. At some point in that time frame Reg sires a daughter, Prisha, shortly after his baby sister, Wyn, is born. (Dib and Mabel struggle to have a child for years before Mabel agrees to use ML’s cloning facilities. It's a whole thing. Yes, Dib is VERY upset he missed the birth of his grandchild.)

(Wyn and Prisha grow up to be close friends. Prisha regularly guest stars on Wyn's reboot of "Probing the Membrane of Science" show.

Reg and Prisha's life research/ field work is a major reason why Dib's great(s) grandson, Dro's generation of humans can still breathe clean air/ drink fresh water on Earth in the distant future.)

Dib is most likely holding both his daughter and granddaughter in that drawing. He and Reg slowly repair their bond, to the whole family ‘s/ Zim's relief.

6. Prof Membrane is very much enjoying his retirement by living his lifelong dream of exploring/ researching the uncharted depths of the earth's oceans. Dib is proud of his dad and extremely happy for him, but at the same time is constantly nervous something will go wrong and personally checks in on the Prof's research team/ inspects the equipment involved in the expedition.

[Slowly but surely I will start answering asks again soon. Been working on other things. Sorry...]

[astrxlfinale]

@blckswnstm replied to your post “Data Archives Information on CAELUS one of the...”:

guess time to eternalize that in garden of recollection too, remembrance doesn’t lie after all

​

To think this would be the history that Fuli's non-judgemental magnanimity would also endlessly record.

Caelus would remain stunned as the thought of the Memokeeper pounds into the depths of his mind. How it'd be an equivocal truth that sings across the Amber Eras, how the rampant journeys of a Nameless that brilliant flashed with the force of shooting stars, purging lands of all consuming Stellaron's despite being from that same ilk, a betrayer to their cause.

To become a destroyer of godly entities alongside the Nameless? To fight against the ancient, primordial urges of this ancient power? There could be countless threads drawn about the totality of what he pressed upon the metaphorical table. However, there was one golden thread that could always conjure the curious eye, that could ignite a rippling effect across the cosmic membrane that houses possibility. It'd be known other than this very thought.

The Starwalking passenger known as CAELUS undoubtedly held appreciation for the buxom backsides of the lady's across the universe. To his eyes it was the fabled golden ratio, a pinnacle point where all attention, concentration and focus could be entirely devoted. The mere bounce or-- clap as they call it, immediately igniting a vigor that burns beyond mortal instinct and immediately imbues itself with spiritual reinforcement.

Yes, those golden eyes of his did shine too whenever he found himself entranced. For details like this must also be intoned into The Remembrance.

This fact would not and never change, potentials of reincarnation be damned.

Can you hear the internal screaming? The morbid curiosity of him pondering what some sects of the Garden of Recollection even need this level of intel for? Was it potentially blackmail material!?

...

What if there was a deeper purpose to it all? If their lands faced a potential destruction that could annihilate all creation itself, did that go to concepts? Thoughts and feelings? This intent behind him holding such a vigorous enjoyment of ass? Somehow the thought that even that could vanish was a horrifying thought. In kind, it only caused the power of this select memory to enrich vivaciously with power. A solemn determination to never let such an earnest desire to fade away, the sight of such peachy purviews could not be consigned to non-existence!

Black Swan, this might be a Five Star light cone you have on your hands.

"And.. It's just going to be chilling there alongside everything else?! We know full well what this is about, right!?"

[chartedsuns]

GOLGOTHA: Part 1 - The Psychic

He could feel the music through his skin and the alcohol running through his veins, but all Alec could focus on was him. Jake was talking but the chaos of the club was drowning him out. Alec let the walls of his mind blur, and reached out, “Sorry I can’t hear a damn thing, what did you say?”

Alec could feel Jake’ thoughts scamper to create a response, unused to telepathic communication. Using all his mental might he managed to convey the concept of piss. It would seem two way telepathic verbal communication was still a touch too difficult for Jake. “Piss. How eloquently put.” Alec gestured vaguely toward the corridor “I think the toilets are down that way and to the right.” Jake slid off the barstool onto his feet, “SEE YOU LATER ALEC-GATER”.  Pleased with his pun he wobbled his way toward the toilets.

Now Alec was left only to his own thoughts. He could hear the stern disapproving words of his tutor, “A Philosopher is above carnal delights such as these.” He momentarily panicked thinking it might have really been the voice of his tutor within his head, before swiftly deciding he didn’t care. In fact, he cared so little, he raised two fingers to the bartender to order another round for himself and Jake . He withdrew a small plastic device from his bag and began drunkenly fumbling with its unresponsive touch screen, trying desperately to pay the bartend. Before Alec could wrangle the device into cooperation Jake arrived back at the bar and sent the payment through his Membrane Implant.

Jake shouted over the music, “SO TOUGH BEING A PSYCHIC, CAN’T PAY FOR YOUR OWN DRINKS!” Alec chuckled and psychically responded, “Ah you discovered our secret scheme! Our brains reject our Membranes purely so we can get free drinks from cute boys.” 

“YOU THINK I’M CUTE?”

“Shut up Jake.” 

He did in fact think Jake was cute. So much so two hours and four drinks later Alec had Jake pinned against a wall two streets down from the bar. Another hour later they were in bed.

Silver sunlight rudely ended their sleep. Alec woke first, fumbling with his Membrane-Surrogate, trying to catch up on what had transpired in the eight hours he was asleep. As it would turn out quite a lot. He was gone before Jake awoke.

He sat in the office of Tableman Ulric of the College of Wills, his tutor and superior. Alec was tall, even for a moon-born man. Yet in front of his tutor he felt tiny and frightened. 

“Thank you for arriving on time, Philosopher Gater. I appreciate it can be an awkward affair when a breach of conduct is brought up. But it is always good to ‘nip it in the bud’ early so to speak.”

“You spied on me.” Alec spat, “You spied on me. How come when I dare suggest an alternate interpretation of the Moralist Code I am looked down upon, but when you openly break it you suffer no repercussions!”

“You would accuse a Tableman of disregarding The Code young Philosopher? Don’t you think you find yourself in enough trouble already?” Ulric paused and calmed himself, “No we did not ‘spy on you’ Alec, but your charge —”

“Arthur?”

“Yes. Mister Chainman did observe you and your - coupling - outside an establishment last night. He has requested you be assigned to a different post, a decision that I concur with. Having a relationship with a charge’s son is not only unprofessional but may also alter the council you provide him.”

“My coupling is none of Mister Chainman’s business, Sir Tableman. Jake and I have in fact been coupling for the last year, and I have yet to receive any complaint on my ever precious council. And besides, what is this sudden concern over my council; what council have I ever given to him? All I give to him is status, the bragging rights of having a Philosopher under his thumb.”

Tableman Ulric sighed “On that last point I will secede to you. It was a waste of a talented young Philosopher to be assigned to a technician of all people. As such you are to be reassigned —”

“REASSIGNED?”

“Yes, reassigned. And please, do me a kindness, and stop interrupting.” Alec shrunk down into his chair.

“You are hereby reassigned to the city of Golgotha upon the world of Throne. There you shall aid the leading Archon in investigating the recent disappearances of foundry workers. A position much more fit for a hot-blooded Philosopher such as yourself, wouldn’t you agree?”

“May I speak?”

“You may.”

“I am thankful for this new assignment —”

“But…”

“But. I can’t help but note that our great nation is engaged in active conflict against The Sword Stars, The Khanate of Flesh and the Numen Cooperatives. Why not send me to war, I promise you I could serve best as a war councillor . Not an advisor to some Archon ruling an ancient torn up world.”

“You don’t want to see war, boy. And besides, that ancient torn up world was once the capital of the old Dynasties and is presently the greatest industrial planet in the New Moralist Authority, hardly an unimportant post. Not to mention it is the planet our moon currently orbits - unless I am terribly mistaken - meaning you could visit your acquaintance, if you so wished.”

Alec gathered himself, “Thank you Tableman. I will gladly accept this charge, and would like to apologise for my behaviour today. It was unbecoming of a Philosopher.”

“Your apology is accepted. I too was young once.” Ulric chuckles, “Though I can scarcely remember it. Your charge awaits. Go to Golgotha and meet with its Archon. Report back what you find.”

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As Alec’s shuttlecraft plunged into the atmosphere he felt trapped between the sky above and the city below. The skies were choked with pollution, staining the cancerous sunlight a sickly saffron. The city was little better, mostly consisting of dusty ruins of rusted steel and crumbling brick. This place looked old, and it was so very old. Yet in the centre of the detritus was a colossal facility of gleaming chrome, tendrils stretched out from it rooting into the remains of the city. This was The Foundry, the reason Alec had come all this way. The Hegemony built The Foundry to recycle the city to create a new world after the old collapsed. And when the Hegemony too wilted and died, his people, The Moralists, assumed control of the vast mega-factory. Looking down at The City of Aeons and the scars it bore, he wondered what they would leave behind.

The planet's ecosystem had long since perished, and the city was so overgrown as to become an urban wilderness. Populated by mindless scrapper drones eager to recycle the iron in your blood, and subterranean pirates that lurked in the now submerged tri-rail below. Yet the Foundry is vital to the Moralists, the beating heart of its economy. So a small population of survivalists tends to it, ensuring its production of starships, computer chips - and anything else the imagination can summon - remains uninterrupted. 

Yet Alec wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been interrupted. People were disappearing and The Foundry was under threat. But by who, and for what purpose? The shuttlecraft landed, Alec swept his anxieties aside and emerged into the streets.

Condensation clung to the rebreather strapped onto Alec’s face and his unpowered exoskeleton dug awkwardly into his ribs. He wore a hooded ivory dress and a tall corset that accentuated his lithe moon-born frame. Yet with all the paraphernalia he needed to inhabit the surface of Throne, and the tawny dirt that now clung to his dress, it felt as if all the pomp of his formal Philosopher attire had been somewhat undermined.

Alec had been assigned to the Archon of Highcross, the quasi-capital of this wild city and one of the only safe havens from the worst of the smog below; it was a far cry from his home. Highcross was situated atop a massive suspended monorail that in days past served The Foundry with a near endless supply of minerals from the Ferox Mountains, before they were disassembled. Now it serves as a skyborn refuge providing a rare pocket of safety. And in Golgotha safety was a rare commodity indeed.

Alec grew up on Scepter, without the burden of a planet's gravity, rendering him a foot or two taller than most Golgothans. Which was most helpful when navigating the meat-packed streets of Highcross. His dress stuck uncomfortably to his sweat slick skin, though mercifully his respirator saved him from the rather organic odour that wafted through the streets. 

As he jostled his way through the crowd he couldn’t help but notice the looks he got. Curious residents lurched over their balconies above him, their eyes tracking the strange foreigner, and sinister figures weaved through the crowd looking for a chance to pick his non-existent pockets.

Eventually the street he was navigating split as a row of thin buildings carved the path in two. At the frontmost of these buildings a semicircular terrace hung three stories above an enraptured crowd, from which a blue banner was hoisted, emblazoned with the symbol of a bear. Upon the terrace was a man, well put together compared to the local populace, but his sun-scarred skin and lack of respirator marked him as a local. His voice carried across the street through tinny speakers that dangled precariously from cables strung from rooftop to rooftop. Alec was entranced by his voice. Curious and eager to rest his legs; he locked his exoskeleton in place to serve as a makeshift chair, and listened.

“Every ideology born under a sun has come to this city, and every ideology has failed it. Five Dynasties ruled over us, and five left the city polluted and dying. Then came the Hegemony and their artificial rulers, Instead of lifting our city back up to its glory, they preyed upon our world like a vulture. Now the Moralists occupy our streets under the pretence of ‘protection’, but make no mistake, they are here for The Foundry and naught else. Our people - who work The Foundry for our occupiers - have been disappearing, vital machinery gone with them. Pirates from the Drowned City have gotten to the very core of The Foundry yet the Moralists stand back and watch as our people vanish one by one. Where is our supposed protection now?”

“Puzzling.” Alec responded in a psychically amplified voice, “then why have they sent me?” The crowd shifted attention, their trance was broken and all eyes were on him.

“So a Moralist wormed his way into our midst; a Philosopher if my eyes still work. Unlike you I can’t spy into peoples heads, so why don’t you tell us the purpose of your visit?”

Alec took a moment to bask in the attention before continuing, “I am Philosopher Gater of the College of Wills. Tableman Ulric himself sent me to investigate these disappearances and to aid your elected Archon. We abandon no one, including the kind people of Golgotha.”

The man chuckled to himself, “Oh, so we just have to put our lives in the hands of Philosophers from a college us small folk aren’t even allowed to see? The G.I.P have been stopped time and time again from taking arms against the enemy, despite our people being willing to die for the cause. Yet you Philosophers are bound by their oh so precious Code to not hurt their ‘fellow man’? Tell me little psychic, how are you going to stop the Drowned City from stealing, kidnapping, and murderin’ without giving them any bruises or bumps?”

“The first step is to speak and to hear them out —” The crowd didn’t react well to that. First it was shocked murmuring, then a few raised voices, until it eventually boiled into outraged shouting. Even the speakers broadcasting the man’s voice were drowned out by the crowd. Yet their anger was far more tangible for Alec. His mind was a submarine beneath a sea of fury, the compartments of his brain bursting under the pressure. He saw visions of a man, destitute after all he had was taken from him in a midnight raid. Another vision, this time of a woman who had been a slave in a city shrouded in shadowed water, serving wine to a despotic ruler. Finally a vision of a burning town within the lower depths of Golgotha, gunfire rattling through the streets, blood running into cracked concrete.

It was too much, far too much for Alec to bear. Bodies rammed into him and minds scorned him, he was an icon of the Moralists to rail against. He wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere else. Anywhere. No, not anywhere, with Jake. He just wanted to listen to Jake ramble on about membranes, and computers, whatever he wanted. As long as he could feel his warmth next to him in bed.

He closed his eyes, hoping to withstand the storm, only to find it suddenly stop.

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

So I'm seriously going through my soft looking little person but hidden unexpected predator phase again, so! I was wondering if your okay with a request for the oppress brother's with a seemingly innocent mate who reveals their more primal features? Cat like slit eye's or retractable fangs? Bonus fluff if mate can purr or make little happy chirps, I can just picture them learning this and it just cements this idea of "this is mine, they've chosen me and i've chosen them"

The wonderful thing about the Night Market is that it often teems with oddities. Sometimes what you wish for, you get, but sometimes... sometimes it's a roll of sabacc dice.

A forward, friends: in my own headcanon, a mating bond is forged through magic -- a song answered between hearts who know each others' rhythms. So it doesn't matter if you're of a predatory species yourself (if the nexus on Dathomir guides you to one another, for example, then it doesn't matter if you're human and he's Zabrak. You'll find each other.)

But for the benefit of anon, here, and now that I've disclaimed my feelings about it: let's get to some monsterfucking snippets since we're all so set on setting that magical system nonsense aside for the moment... and if you're at all leery: I'm not saying the boys are the monsters in these scenarios.

In summary: A few surprises the first time they took you to bed.

Feral: You led him by the hand but you held him down by the throat. His choked surprise, hands gripping your thighs, your arms over your head, chasing down that release with your panties pulled off to the side. You lost yourself a little bit -- too excited to hold it all in. A lash of velvet and muscle wrapped his ankle... at first. Confusion, then, he opened his eyes to flip you over and, in your pleasure, seemingly of its own volition, it flicked at the underside of his chin before he caught it: pulling you into him by the root so that you groaned before you could hiss. He held onto the tip for a minute, the forked end wriggling in his fist. "Not too tightly," he told you, and as your tail slunk around his throat possessively and Feral put his hands on your hips, guiding you into more familiar rhythms.

Savage: You didn't mean to pop claws on him, but fortunately for you, he wasn't upset about the condition you left his sheets, not the mattress, nor the bedspread. The pillow feathers floating everywhere he might've done without, but he plucked you off the headboard where you were clinging -- post-coital, panting, and still rigid -- and set you down with a tenderness in a cradle of destruction with a chuckle. He even kissed your temple tenderly. "You were utterly vicious," he murmured into your cheek. Completely feral for him, you thought... and that's when you saw the marks you left on him. "Nothing a bit of bacta can't fix," he assured you, nuzzling your throat until you calmed down, growing supple under his ministrations. Later, he'll buy you claw polish to match his.

Maul: He always said you had a forked tongue. Maybe he was reminded of that old insult when you wrapped it around him, indulging in the way he gripped your head when you took to pleasuring him: knees spread, hands on his knees, nose right up against his durasteel plating. You were careful, you thought, if enthusiastic, and he only frowned at the shock when you brought yourself off having barely touched yourself but found yourself stuck -- jaw open and eyes rolling. "Darling," was a note of warning. You could only squeeze your eyes shut. "Eyes up." You remembered to breathe through your nose as you blinked up at him, the membrane receded to reveal your secrets: doe-eyed and innocent, but slit down the centre as you drooled over his cock, one fang stuck in the silicon member. You whimpered, but he smirked as he helped you off of him, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, my dear."

[batsylabs]

There’s been a lot of misconception and mislabelled images around the internet in regards to kitti’s hog-nosed bat (Craseonycteris thonglongyai, also known as the bumblebee bat; the smallest mammal in the world) and I figured I’d help educate and hopefully fix the algorithm a little by providing some actual images of them for you all to enjoy. They are just the cutest 💕

Below the break is some nerdier stuff about identification if that’s what you’re into!

This little fellow is an infant vesper bat (Vespertillionidae). Vesper bats are the most widespread family in Chiroptera and likely the ones you see outside your window every night! The sparse fur on this little fella is a pretty good indicator of a baby bat (do note, however, that Chiroptera is a very diverse order and there are quite a few exceptions to this), and pairing that with its protruding nostrils as opposed to the flat nose of a Kitti’s gives it away. Here are some more images of baby vesper bats.

Very adorable and very tiny regardless!

Kitti’s hog-nosed bat is the sole species in the family Craseonycteridae. They’re found only in southeast Asia. Because of this, they’re pretty unique bats. Their most distinctive trait is definitely their hog noses (flat with forward-facing nostrils, no leaf!), giving their heads an almost rectangular appearance. Additionally, they do not have tails; just the membrane. Lastly, unlike the majority of vesper bats, their ears are pointy! This is something harder to see in some images ‘cause bats love to wriggle and bend their ears but it’s something to consider.

Hope you found this post helpful! I absolutely love the attention this little dude gets. Many species of bats are endangered so we all appreciate the support. Stay batty /|\^. .^/|\

[kiss-this]

I got to read La Signorina Nessuno by Giorgia Soleri and I want to share my opinion.

Three premises: 

1) I really appreciate Giorgia for her activism and respect her as a person, but I honestly did not like the book so this won't be nice. I’ll  put everything under the cut because I understand that someone may want to stay away from negativity.

 2) As above. I appreciate and respect Giorgia as a person, don’t be a jerk and try to use this post to hate on her.

3) So why am I writing all this? First, because I didn't start this blog to censor myself. Second, because I'm honestly tired of seeing the number of followers mistaken for quality. There are so many things an influencer can do, and do well. This doesn’t mean that just because they are famous they have to do everything. 

OK let's go. 

From what I had the opportunity to read through Giorgia's stories I already noticed the level of her poetry was not very high, yet I still was disappointed. This book is not poetry, I’m sorry but it is cringe from start to finish, with moments that trigger an involuntary hilarity. 

-Let's start from the basics, the lexicon. To say it’s elementary is to be generous. An extremely basic and repetitive language makes me think that the author simply does not read, which is a serious problem for those who want to write.

- The infamous enjeambment. Reading other people’s reviews I saw that we all noticed the same problem. Writing poetry doesn’t mean breaking the verse at random and btw it doesn’t mean use punctuation just as casually as well. 

-Metaphors and mythology. Giorgia said she is ashamed of having left school and I very much respect her feelings and the courage she has to admit it, however, perhaps she would do better to leave the mythology alone since she clearly knows it on a very shallow level. Using it badly does not raise the level of her writing, it dulls it even more. 

-The erotic part. It’s involuntary funny as much as it’s worrying. Why? Because it looks like she depends on Damiano in a way thad doesn't seem very healthy. Once again the metaphors are, well, not the best. There’s something about a "drill" that will stay with me for a long time ^^’ Just as, and I quote, the mucous membranes thick as Christ’s tears. I mean... 

-The themes are supposed to be deep but what comes out of this book is a series of aphorisms drawn from a teenager's diary. Or from Tumblr. Some are also good as captions for overdramatic photoshopped landscapes to post on Instagram. 

-Finally, here is what’s the main problem in my opinion. Publishing house and marketing. A self respecting publishing house a) would’ve given the book a very good editing and b) wouldn’t have advertised this book as it did, passing it off as the new literary miracle of the year. Really, it has created immense expectations for a product that, I’m sorry, is of very low quality. 

Obviously they wanted to take advantage of Giorgia's fame, who, in turn, seems happy to ignore all the negative reviews the book is getting, keeping on sharing the positive ones. I would probably do the same, however once again this creates expectations in the audience, which multiplies the disappointment by 100. 

If this book had been advertised as a product for teens, the reviews would have been far more lenient. But no, they even had to brign up Alda Merini of all people! Well, maybe I wrote all this exactly because this comparison made me lose my temper. 

For those who don’t know, Alda Merini is the greatest Italian poet of the 20th century. Some time ago Giorgia herself said that somebody told her she is the new Alda Merini. Now... If this isn’t the hugest facepalm moment ever. Honestly, I’d have kept this for myself. It tastes of arrogance, but also of total lack of knowledge of Merini's work. 

It’s really a comparison that humiliates the intelligence of the readers. In this, I must say, Giorgia (not her book) disappointed me. However I believe that although poetry is clearly not for her, with prose (and a real editor) she could get much better results. 

[azzurra-astra]

First post right out the gate and of course it is trash.

A nearly forgotten Spyro OC that’s been sitting around since the Reignited Trilogy, might as well go up but I might take it down too. Idfk.

This is Celeste, she’s is an enthusiastic potion master. Plotting, quick to think, equally quick to concoct an idea, and no stranger to experiments erupting in her face should they fail. As thanks for being freed, she offers Spyro various temporary booster abilities achieved through drinking the potions she brews. His first sample potion (of his choice) is free to further show her appreciation, however she uses the last of her ingredients making it, therefore after all she asks is to bring her 3 monster fangs, 3 special sea shells, and 3 monster horns. All items are collected in a magic satchel by Sparx, the satchel gifted from her to Spyro.

She wears a little raspberry fabric collar with a gold crescent moon pin.

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Her potions offer a variety of effects.

• Bomb Breath: Rapid-fire wide range explosive flames that destroys enemies or treasure chests.

• Acid Geyser: Continuous stream acid flames, can melt metal and enemies.

• ToxiClouds: Boiling poison flames that creates billowing toxic fume clouds and burns opponents.

• Inferno Wheel: Sets Spyro’s spines ablaze and he grabs his tail to rapid-roll into opponents and objects. Is able break down walls unaffected by headbutt, or destroy heavy enemies.

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Color palette:

• Horns - Black/Dark gray

• Main body - Magenta

• Spikes - Black

• Stripes - Deep purple

• Belly - Cream

• Eyes - Navy

• Eyepatches - Plum

• Wing membrane - Antique Rose Pink

• Snout has a heart-shaped faint dusty purple stamp mark on the end of it

[abdlgossipblog]

Hello! I'd like to respond to the post about the glue! I'm new here and new to making pacis so I most definitely appreciate the help! I will not be using e6000 anymore! However I appreciate your help so much id like to help you here are some things known to cause cancer or just in general be bad for your health!

I don't appreciate the passive aggressive comments or the presumption that I'm just fear mongering when you're the one coming on here not knowing good glue alternatives to e6000. It's a toxic, industrial glue that has many warnings not to come in contact with skin or mucus membranes, whose odor is also toxic and sits directly below your nose for long periods of time when used on a paci.

Just because you can't smell it doesn't mean it's not still off gassing. Tetrachloroethylene is a type of solvent that quickly anesthetizes your nose. You could still be inhaling the off gassing fumes without you being aware of any odor.

All I'm asking is to let your customers know what kind of glue you use and let them decide if it's within their risk tolerance to use a paci that might still be off gassing dry cleaning chemicals straight into their noses and has warnings not to come into contact with skin for long periods of time.

...or just use super glues and food safe epoxy.

[namconstruction]

Common Issues With Flat Roofs

Flat Roofs Flat roofs may be simpler to build, but they require a lot of regular maintenance, inspections, and upkeep to ensure everything is functioning properly. If you own a house with a flat roof, you probably appreciate its nice look and energy savings, and maybe even enjoy the extra outdoor area it provides. However, flat roof owners need to be extra cautious to stop leaks, damage, and other issues. A leak in a flat roof could cause it to cave in and cause a lot of damage to your property. But you can prevent most of these problems by using common sense and doing regular maintenance. Let’s clear up a common misunderstanding: flat roofs aren’t completely flat. A properly designed flat roof usually has a very slight slope. This slight tilt helps water flow off the roof, although it’s often hard to notice. Rainwater can pose a serious threat to low-sloped or flat roofs. Unlike steep roofs, they don’t have gravity helping to drain water away. If debris clogs the drainage systems on a flat roof, water can accumulate. This standing water puts pressure on the roof, increasing the risk of collapse. Moreover, it creates opportunities for leaks, especially in tiny cracks that develop over time due to constant exposure to water.   Pooling or Standing Water Pooling or standing water refers to water that collects on your roof and doesn’t drain within 72 hours. This problem often arises when your roof doesn’t have enough slope. A slight incline is necessary for water to flow towards a drainage spout. If you encounter this issue, there’s a high likelihood that your building will suffer significant structural damage if it’s not addressed promptly. Blistering Blistering is a clear indication that your flat roof requires replacement. It happens when the asphalt on your flat roof ages, loses elasticity, and starts to crack, bubble, resembling a blistered skin. Regrettably, when blistering occurs, your flat roof has deteriorated beyond repair and must be replaced. Roof Buckling The membrane of a flat roof is a single piece, so it can warp as your building settles over time. When the buckling of your roof becomes visible without the need for magnification, it indicates that the roof has reached the end of its lifespan. If the buckling is severe, there’s a risk of the roof collapsing into the building, posing serious harm to anyone inside. Low-Quality Flashing Flashing serves the purpose of guiding water away from crucial parts of the roof. If your commercial roof was fitted with subpar flashing during installation, there’s a high probability that water is gathering in inappropriate areas. As you can imagine, the extent of damage resulting from this issue can vary greatly based on the quality of flashing installation. Cracks in the Roof Cracks on a flat roof can develop due to various reasons mentioned previously, such as pooling water, blistering, thermal movement, or roof buckling. These cracks are among the most prevalent issues encountered with flat roofs. Without regular roof maintenance, water will seep through these cracks, leading to gradual damage to the interior of your building. Separated or Exposed Layers When a membrane layer of your flat roof becomes separated from the layer beneath it, your building becomes vulnerable to leaks. This issue often arises due to standing water and is akin to blistering; however, separated or exposed layers may not always be as visibly apparent. Therefore, it’s advisable to enlist professional roofers for regular roof maintenance check-ups to help identify exposed layers before they escalate into a more significant problem. If you are looking for contractors for your upcoming home renovation projects at New America Construction we provide roofing estimates for all NJ homeowners. Call us for more information 973-804-9400  Find us in: Facebook, Instagram, Google and Yelp. 

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[demonicgod]

[Asks from "Otherkin Ask Meme." Check my #ask game tag for the rebloggable ask meme, by user princeoframs]

This is really long so please only click the read more if you feel like dealing with a very very long post.

All art is sourced from the Grand Chase wiki.

Are you otherkin or therian?

Otherkin. I'm a fictive of Heitaros Cratsus from Grand Chase that identifies with his source in some soupy ass ways.

What are your kintype(s)?

Specifically, I identify as fictionkin of Heitaros Cratsus from Grand Chase. Related to that, I’m demonkin and divinekin/hearted. Most of those probably make sense enough, but because of my exomemories, it’s a bit more complicated to label whether divinekin or divinehearted is more accurate. My title was the Demonic God, which denoted how much power I had accrued during my time in Elyos. I literally fistfought three Goddesses and brought them to such a standstill their only option was using the last of their life force to power a magical laser bomb to kill me. Then, I spent the next few hundred years busting out of the Underworld and eating the divine reactor they slammed me with because I wanted to become a new Creator. I technically succeeded for maybe a few hours at most; so it’s difficult as a result to figure out whether I am divinehearted (that is, aspiring to divinity, but not being divine) or divinekin (seeing as I technically succeeded at becoming Creator, even if it was for a fraction of my life). I could say both, but my relationship to divinity is also fluid (especially considering my presence in a body that is not necessarily divine and is, in fact, a sack of meat appreciating the divinity of the world).

What was your awakening like? When was it?

My first awakening was when the body was in middle school. This was long before we understood that we were plural, so my awakening was muddied by a lack of clarity regarding our more-than-oneness. We came out of some religiously-exacerbated trauma with me splitting off in middle school as basically a parody of the devil. I was an asshole, and that identity kind of followed me through a dormancy to when I woke back up from it in late 2021. I still ID with that to some degree (I even mention it on my about page), but I ID a little bit more with Heitaros, because that’s the face that I found most comfortable, and it resonated with me. It was blistering at first, and the realization of a face in the context of the system made it a lot easier for me to not be so much of a rube all the time lmao.

When did you first hear about the kin community?

I believe we heard about the kin community first sometime in the middle of high school, through someone else we knew in the GC fandom, funnily enough lol.

Do you experience phantom limbs astral limbs?

We prefer the term “astral limbs” to describe appendages we don’t have that are not part of the human package. That said, I have four wings. They’re bat-like, and the bone/external membranes are a dark blue. The inner lining is a glowing bright blue, meanwhile. Both are the same color as my true body.

Do you experience any other shifts?

Yeah, I experience shifts relating to my true body (what’s my blog icon right now; I've included the full piece of art below too because it's the best official art of it). This involves a lot, including everything from my teeth to my claws. It’s just as disorienting as wing shifts considering I live in a twink’s body, lol.

What’s your favorite shift you get? Why?

Almost any of them count, but there are a few that make me feel particularly connected to my past life. My true body is one I miss a lot, but the body I took from Baldinar also has some particular meaning to me because I can sometimes use it to drag him into front lol. Also, I just like how I look wearing his features.

Tag who did it better lmao.

What’s your least favorite shift? Why?

Arguably, the same as above because sometimes intense shifts give me intense emotional pain. It's like having a head full of bees. Disorienting, confusing, and a little bit irritating, all at once. It tends to come with a little sauce side of dysphoria too, because the body's presentation doesn't match up with what I want to look like.

The only shift that makes me kind of uncomfortable is the shift I get of Kyle's body. He's in our system and comfortable around me, but it's just a little weird going from himbo to twink to sad Kingdom Hearts reject.

Can you make yourself shift?

Sometimes. Depends on who else is in front with me and what the state of the body is. With enough picrews I can kind of force a shift to my stolen body, though.

Do you have shift triggers, or do they happen randomly?

My shift triggers are usually emotional in nature, but active triggers are generally the same as my active front triggers. So, usually if I need to be in front, someone can jam me to front by engaging with those triggers, some of which make it easier for me to also induce a shift.

Do you have memories?

Yes. Practically my whole life. Some of it is just impressions, but some things are more in depth. These are also kind of front triggers for me, too, so the system will ask me to tell them more about my memories if they want or need me in front (hence me writing “fanfiction” about my source). My co-host is really good at this, and that's arguably the reason they're co-host; they'll regularly remember something about another headmate and then ask another to "tell them a story." They got like 300 pages of shit out of me by doing that lol.

What’s your favorite thing about your kintype? (The species, creature, etc)

The power. Not to sound too wild or anything lmao, but in my past life it took so much just to take me down, and the limited time I had with divinity was only better. This is a double-edged sword, of course, because I live in a chronically ill body (that is also a squishy twink), so yearning for that is kind of dangerous, but at least in-system that means no one is willing to fuck with me (at least in a “physical altercation” kind of way).

A good shift, especially if it comes with respites where I'm shifted in my sleep, leaves me feeling rejuvenated. It's like a reminder that no matter what, I still have worth and am still a force to be reckoned with. It feels like electricity, like a really good stretch after a long rest. I have no clue if anyone else can relate to this, but I hope it makes some sense.

Do you think kins are spiritual or psychological in nature?

Yes. Both. And sometimes neither. Sometimes one or the other. But for me, I’m a psychospiritual entity in a system that is disordered and engages in spiritual explanations. In other words, I don’t fucking care lol (/lh). It doesn’t matter to me, because I’m both, because my experiences can’t be boiled down to such a binary.

If you're one, the other, both, or neither, that's also not my business to pry. This shit is too queer to worry about splitting hairs.

Does anyone know you are otherkin? Friends, family, etc? If so, how did you tell them?

Yeah, most close family and quite a few close friends. Most online friends know, too.

Do you have any friends who are also kin?

Yeah!

Do you meditate?

Sometimes, but honestly at this point meditation is difficult to do in ways we like because of ADHD, dissociation, and the fact we basically dissociate all day at work and can’t easily build meditative strategies because of how that takes it out of us mentally.

Do you get kin dreams?

I actually decided to get better at lucid dreaming to try to have more, to be honest. Our sys used to be super into lucid dreaming, so I’m mostly just getting old muscles back up to snuff. It's been hit or miss all in all.

Even non-lucid kin dreams are usually really good though. Cathartic and a little bit sad to wake from, but you get over it when you're used to 'em.

Do you wish you were your kintype? Why or why not?

Depends. Would I still get to interact with my system? Would they be stuck in that body with me? If yes and no, then I would love to have my body again so I could actually squeeze the hell out of my headmates and also do the flying stim called “get up really high in the air and dive like you’re freefalling so you can parachute last second.”

Do you own any gear? If so, what items do you have and do you like to wear them?

Uhhhh skip.

Give a controversial opinion/your stance on some type of discourse.

This is purely because I’ve known a lot of misinformed kids before, but I think as a community we should be a lot better at being forthcoming about information and not being so quick to malign anyone that uses the term “KFF.” That term cropped up in my hiatus from the community (that hiatus being because people were bitching at psychological-related kintypes in all my fucking spaces), and by time I came back, no one could do anything but bitch about “KFFers” and never seemed to say anything more than the same BS I see in the plural community. It was only after almost two years back that we FINALLY found out what that’s “supposed” to mean, and it’s such a nonsense useless term that people I used to hang out with absolutely used it in a “misinformed but not bad-faith” kind of way (the “that would semantically be called a linktype but whatever” sort of KFFer). I get that there are people that want to make our community look bad, but y’all… those bitches have always been coming into our tags and spaces and planting fake blog posts to screenshot for r3ddit karma. Cringe is dead, spend your energy blocking/moving on and making otherkin dictionaries (like the cool people that finally helped me understand what the fuck y’all were bitching about lmao).

What makes you feel closer to your kintype(s)?

Just being me. I'm stubborn as Hell when I need to be, especially when it comes to things that better the system's situation, and that usually makes me feel like I'm trying to reclaim some of my old power. Boundaries are power, to be fair.

But if we want to get more specific, it's mostly front triggers that tend to get me feeling closer to my kintype, sure, but also writing about it as well. Anything that forces me to think about it and makes it easier for me to interface with headspace, basically.

What are some things that validate you?

We had a friend in college that said our voice sounded androgynous, and I know that's mostly gender euphoria speaking, but as someone who loves how I sound when I front? Yeah.