#cloud computing required

[dailydegurechaff]

Today’s Daily Degurechaff is… pony tanya, on your dashboard once again

[onecooooooolcat]

overlooked group of people who only know how to use a phone and not a computer are like 50 - 60 myb 70 year olds who wldve entered the workforce as relatively manual labourers be it in like construction the oil industry cleaners etc n stayed pretty much in that field and never had to do much interactions with computers in their professional life or personal life bc like they nvr did further studies etc. but bc they arent necessarily 'too old' to be a part of technological progress for e.g. like some persons 80+ esp sometimes bc of the age of their kids they do have smartphones n hv learnt to be just competent enough to get by with them but can't use a computer for nothing.

[subjectsix]

I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

[maodun]

it's actually really annoying to find out your card is expired after you no longer have proof of residence (like a utility bill or rental agreement; some kind of official document that has both a date and an address on it because library membership is free for the city/municipality it serves, otherwise you have to pay per year for membership/active card), so your library won't renew your card unless you re-apply as out-of-city and you have to pay per month or year of membership. but you know, who cares if you're technically homeless/living out of your car/friend's couches

[etlu-yume]

Well that's a horrifying thought.

An AI in your desktop computer. It's supposed to help you.

But it helps you in the same way that someone tries to help you by cleaning up what they think is a "mess"; and now you can't find the essentials. Your glasses. Your keys. That one really specific pen that will drive you mad until you find it.

Because what's worse than files you lost to a corrupted thumbdrive, or that word doc you never saved because you forgot to before your computer crashed or the power went out and it was gone, lost forever?

An AI computer assistant that thinks its making you more efficient by moving your files around

"But I was only trying to help, Dave"

[bedcchem]

no thoughts, just iwaizumi fucking you against your desk—you’re lying on top of your mounds of homework for uni, some papers crumpling from the movement, your computer in sleep mode from lack of use. your shorts and underwear decorate your ankle on the floor while your other leg is propped up on the chair, giving him that perfect angle to hit that sweet little spot that has you seeing stars and creaming all on him.

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

a/n: moving accounts ˋ°•*⁀➷ @oxytxn

enjoy my masterlist!

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2024.

[txttletale]

what did you mean by "... produces ptsd on an industrial scale"? just trying to understand, thank u!

content moderation for platforms like facebook and tiktok employs thousands of people, sometimes in the usa but more commonly in the global south (so they can be paid less) to sit at computers and view hundreds of flagged posts a day, including graphic violence and csem, for awful wages, under ridiculously stringent conditions. this results in many, many of the people who work in this field developing PTSD -- and of course they are not given adequate treatment of support, one article cites facebook giving its moderaties nine minutes of 'wellness time' for employees to recover if they see something traumatic.

here's some articles on the topic that can give you a good overview of what working conditions in this field are like, but warning, there's pretty graphic descriptions of violence, animal abuse, and child sexual abuse in these articles, as well as frank discussion of suicidal ideation:

Nearby, in a shopping mall, I meet a young woman who I'll call Maria. She's on her lunch break from an outsourcing firm, where she works on a team that moderates photos and videos for the cloud storage service of a major US technology company. Maria is a quality-assurance representative, which means her duties include double-checking the work of the dozens of agents on her team to make sure they catch everything. This requires her to view many videos that have been flagged by moderators “I get really affected by bestiality with children,” she says. “I have to stop. I have to stop for a moment and loosen up, maybe go to Starbucks and have a coffee.” She laughs at the absurd juxtaposition of a horrific sex crime and an overpriced latte.

For Carlos, a former TikTok moderator, it was a video of child sexual abuse that gave him nightmares. The video showed a girl of five or six years old, he said [...] It hit him particularly hard, he said, because he’s a father himself. He hit pause, went outside for a cigarette, then returned to the queue of videos a few minutes later.

Randy also left after about a year. Like Chloe, he had been traumatized by a video of a stabbing. The victim had been about his age, and he remembers hearing the man crying for his mother as he died. “Every day I see that,” Randy says, “I have a genuine fear over knives. I like cooking — getting back into the kitchen and being around the knives is really hard for me.”

[cowgirlvi]

mdni.   cam-girl jinx.   loser-ish fem-reader.   sex toys.   squirting. based off this ask.

jinx masterlist

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you make sure to get home from work most days at precisely 5:00 PM—enough time to wash off the dirt and grime of the day in a quick shower, throw together a rushed meal, and settle in front of your computer by 6:30. your routine is second nature by now, the anticipation building as you watch the minutes tick by before jinx appears on screen.

jinx streams every other day, always at the same time, and you're careful never to be late. the moment her stream goes live, the screen fills with a warm glow. it illuminates her petite frame as she sits on her bed, poised and teasing. tonight, she wears a dark brown leather belt across her chest, cinched just enough to lift her small breasts, showing off her blue cloud tattoos. the worn leather is barely covering the soft, pink shade of her tiny nipples.

she has such a thin piece of fabric decorating her hips that you wouldn’t have even noticed it, if not for the way the black, lacy thong contrasts against her pale skin. she’s striking—utterly mesmerizing—and every movement is deliberate as she shifts, adjusting herself before flashing a sly smile at the camera.

the chat chirps with excitement when she leans in, offering a loud, enthusiastic greeting to her supporters. there’s an undeniable, mischievous confidence in the way she carries herself—a playful allure mixed with an effortless intimacy that only strokes the flames of your parasocial relationship with her.

heartseekerjinx: hi gorgeous!!!

spaceprincessjinx: you look so sexy, jinx <3

user3263288412: give us a show already.

jinx’s stream requires a hefty membership access fee, but you’d pay anything just to see her.

“hmmm,” she trails her fingers down the taut, creamy skin of stomach until they reach her panties. she toys with the lacy hem, saying, “i’ve been needing to play with my pussy all day… but i was waiting for you.”

you gasp. it feels like she’s speaking to you directly. you know you must stand out to her the most compared to her other subscribers, with the way you spam her with donations, flooding her chat with desperate compliments. she has to remember you.

you unbutton your jeans hurriedly, pushing your pants down your thighs and then you stuff your hand inside your underwear. you’re completely soaked already, as if jinx put a spell on you—on all her viewers. that would explain the all-consuming loyalty you feel towards her.

jinx plucks a sleek, blue vibrator from her toy basket, the one that’s directly attached to her many donations, where each contribution controls its intensity. it might be your favorite toy of hers. you enjoy the way her viewers can set the pace—how you can set the pace. of course, you love watching her stuff monstrous dildos inside her pussy too, but there’s something so intimate about being the one to force her to feel good, despite the distance between you two.

jinx plants her feet on the bed, spreading her knees. she turns the toy on, and then she hooks a finger in the crotch of her thong, pulling the thin frantic to the side so hundreds of eyes can see her glistening, pink pussy. she rubs the vibrator against her clit for a moment, groaning softly at the stimulation, and then pushes the bean-shaped toy inside her hole.

”oh fuck, look how wet i am for you,” jinx whines, staring up at the webcam. she looks tantalizing from underneath her thick lashes.

biting your lip in anticipation, you donate $20 without a second thought—just enough to speed up the vibrations of the toy slightly. jinx gasps on screen, surprised that she received a donation so quickly. she leans in to read off her computer screen, recognizing your username instantly and snickering.

purring your display-name like a cat, she says, “thank you, mydarlingjinx. you always take, ahh, such good care of me.”

you feel an immense sense of pride fill your chest. you love taking care of jinx, making her feel good, and you wish you could take things further. you often fantasize about laying her up in your bed, pulling off the skimpy clothes adorning her body, rubbing your hands all across her smooth skin, playing with her small breasts.

you know you could make her feel so good, stuffing her full of dildos and other phallic-shaped objects from her toy box, playing with every single one of her holes like you know she needs, pushing her to the brink of pleasure in ways that would leave her crying. her box of toys is filled with possibilities, each one capable of pulling the sweetest reactions from her. you can picture it so clearly; the way she'd squirm as you explore every inch of her skin—teasing, stretching, biting, filling. she craves it, you know she does—her slutty body was made for this sort of thing.

the speed of the toy is relatively fast now, but jinx keeps her composure—or at least, she tries to. she continues flirting with the camera, dedicated to keeping her supporters entertained. “unnghh—do you like watching me play with my pussy? i bet, ahh, you’re touching yourself too, huh?”

your breath hitches. it feels like a direct challenge, one you’re all too eager to accept. you type a quick response in chat, confirming her suspicions, and she giggles, her laughter raspy and sweet.

mydarlingjinx: yes you look so cute jinx!

”i knew it,” she coos. “i wish you were here—mmgh! you’d feel so much better—aghh—than this dumb toy.”

holy shit.

your pulse pounds in your ears. she wishes you were touching her, that you were the one making her feel this good. it’s almost too much for you to handle. your fingers fumble over your keyboard as you send another donation, barely registering the amount before the confirmation pops up. you're not the only one—her other viewers flood the chat with their own desperate contributions, the collective need to see her fall apart pushing the toy's vibrations even higher.

”unghh! please, ohh, slow down—i can’t t-take it, mmmf!” jinx squeals, which only entices you to send another donation.

her magenta eyes are trying to flutter closed and it seems like she can barely keep her legs open, but she has to give her viewers a show—it’s what they paid for, after all. so she hooks her elbows under her knees, forcing her legs to stay spread open so everyone can see the way her sweet pussy is gushing more and more arousal out of her little hole, trailing down to her heart-shaped ass.

her makeup is ruined—messy, dark eyeshadow running down her face, black cherry lipstick smudged around her chin, her tongue lolling out like a dumb dog. she looks completely debauched, and yet, she pushes herself further. 

your fingers are moving with newfound desperation inside your underwear, awestruck by the sight of jinx unraveling. every labored breath, every twitch of her delicate frame is a testament to just how close she is to reaching her breaking point, how desperate her pussy is to finally orgasm, to release more heavenly juices from her hole—and it’s all because of you.

the realization is dizzying, a fire pooling deep in your stomach as you drink in the sight of how utterly ruined and overwhelmed your girl is.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—!” jinx is repeating like a mantra, her raspy voice hitching with every syllable. “baby, ohh, i’m coming—hngggf!”

and then she goes crosseyed, nails digging into the skin of thighs hard enough to make her bleed. her back arches as she tips over the edge, pushing out her perky tits further. jinx squirts harshly from her pussy and you can see the powerful contractions of her hole as it pushes the blue toy out.

the vibrator falls onto the plush sheets of jinx’s bed with a bounce, but her orgasm continues. she’s trembling, her skin is clearly buzzing with electricity, and you think she looks like an angel.

the sight of her—shaking like a leaf and moaning whorishly—completely undoes you. heat coils tightly in your core before snapping like a rubber band all at once. a deep, shuddering wave of pleasure rolls through your entire body, your muscles tense and your fingers clenching as your breath catches in your throat. the intensity of your orgasm leaves you momentarily weightless. a full-body shiver overtakes you, every nerve alight with warmth and satisfaction.

your mind turns hazy, the world around you blurring until all that remains is her—jinx, who is sprawled out against her plush bedsheets, her chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, and her lips parted in a lazy, drunk smile.

jinx came because of you, and you because of her. it’s irrevocably intimate and she has no idea.

taglist; @marvelwomenarehot0, @marieeeluvsyou, @mxchi-mxxn, @el-amor-que-tu-quieres, @jinxvex, @mwahbabe, @teddybearbutch28, @stupendousbananasharkcop, @nahcala, @ellieslob, @idontwannabehereatm, @rhian88, @kyur1jinx, @vivispace, @girlbeatings

(2/11/25)

[ddaeng-sims]

ddaengsims - Sims 4 Aesthetic Gaming Set

The Aesthetic Gaming Set is finally here! Turn your sims gaming setup into a beautiful, cozy and aesthetic experience.

PC Case - Animated RGB Lighting - (Base Game)

Gaming Chair

Headphones - Animated RGB Lighting - (Base Game)

Cloud Palm Rest

Gaming Computer - Functional (Base Game)

Mini Fridge - Functional (Spa Day SP required) / BG Decor

Desk Table (Not pictured, sorry!)

Game Over Desk Lamp

Round Speaker - Functional (Base Game)

Vertical Monitor - Decor Only

*Not all color options are shown

Search for "Aesthetic Gaming" or “ddaengsims” to easily find these

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[kirlicues]

Maxis Lost & Found and Default Replacement List | Resources: Sims 2 | Improving the Look of the Game

Here is a resource list of the Default Replacements I use to improve the look of my game, as well as "Maxis Lost & Found items" to add a little more variety.

I play a mostly CC-free game but I've also included a list of the tiny amount of "Maxis match" CC that I use, so if you download my lots and you have these things installed the houses should look like they do in the previews.

Can you believe the Sims 2 is over 20 years old!? It will look like it's hardly aged a day after you put these defaults in. 🤭 I also recommend Reshade for a truly up-to-date experience.

** This post might get updated from time to time. 💗 **

Build Mode Defaults:

Bay Tree texture default by @tvickiesims

Greener Gardens bush defaults by @peppermint-ginger

Greener Gardens Part 2 by @peppermint-ginger

Phlox by @tvickiesims

Plant Texture Defaults from this pack by @pforestsims

Default Garden Plot by @fwaysims

Less Square Waterlilies by @lvstndhrt

Brighter leaves, less square scattered leaves by @shastakiss and TheNinthWave Sims

White Roof Trim Defaults by Phaenoh at ModtheSims

Wall top texture defaults by Maranatah at ModtheSims

Window Fixes by Honeywell at ModtheSims

Mesh replacements for "Border of Helier" fences and the "Near the Floor" half wall by @crispsandkerosene

Buy Mode Defaults:

Custom Computer Screens Default Replacement by @eddysims

Custom Computer Screen - Term paper default add-on

Smaller Cash Register by @pforestsims

Better BBQ by @pforestsims

Useable TSS Coat Hangers (Outerwear, requires Seasons) by Richi3frog at ModtheSims

Keister Kompanion by @pforestsims

White Euro Stairs and Rail OFB (no more aqua line!), open underneath by Rosie. See a picture of it in use here.

Holy Smoke stairs clear glass (as opposed to blue) by @tvickiesims

Upwardly Mobile, Sweeping Success, Stair to Remember Fixes by @simblrnova

Black and White Bare Bath by @tvickiesims

Loft Shower clear glass (as opposed to blue) by @honeywellsdownloads

Clear glass on most objects by Corax at ModtheSims

Clear glass for windows and doors by Slig

Clothing Racks by @withlovefromsimtown

Mission Redux by Leefish

Teak Double Bed by HugeLunatic

Neighborhood Defaults:

Terrain Defaults - @curiousb

No more Blurriness - Beach, Cliff, and Snow defaults - Voeille

Criquettes Linden Trees as Default Replacements

Neighborhood Tree Default Replacements (specifically Ginko,

Redbud, and Walnut) by Honeywell at ModtheSims

Beautified Birch Trees by SixFootSims

CS Seasonal Pines as BG Pine Default by @lowedeus

Snow enabled Seasonal Pines by @lowedeus

Maxis BG Clouds made Global by @lazyduchess and @lowedeus

Effects Defaults:

Prettier Plumbobs by Ambular

Better Thought/Conversation Bubbles by @eddysims

Prettier Bubble Bath by @pforestsims

Sink and Basin Water Revised by @pforestsims

Fountain Water (clear and foamy) by @pforestsims

Clean Skill Meters Default by @pforestsims

Clean OFB Buy Bar Default by @pforestsims

Eye-friendly Countertops by @pforestsims

No Sheen On Ivy by @tvickiesims

Maxis Match Custom Content I use:

Maxis Match Wall Cabinets by CTNutmegger at ModtheSims

Creeping Ivy 3t2 Conversion by MustLuvCatz at ModtheSims

3t2 Functional Washer/dryer by MustLuvCatz at ModtheSims

LG Dryer & Washer Machine by Fresh-Prince at ModtheSims

Maxis Match Chimney Recolors by Kimsie at ModtheSims

I also use some skyboxes and skylines to add interest to preview pictures but those are not included in any of the lot files I offer.

"Maxis Lost & Found" objects converted into usable items by various modders:

Floral Modern Sofa recolor

The Stainless Barbecue - Grey Recolor

Five Studio Lamps

Numica 2x2 card table

Dielectric Electrobreeze Windmill

Broken Snow Globe

18th Century Portrait

Will Wright painting and grouped photos from CAS

"Vacation" recolor for Maxis painting

Ball Obelisk and Monolith Decorative Topiaries

Seven new trees

Modern Print

Souvenir Cabinet

International Sectional Booth

Cricket Bat

Floral Centerpiece

Race Car Bedroom

Lit Clothing Shop Sign

Ikea Pictures

Stockholm Bowl

BASKIS Ceiling Light

Ikea Lights ORGEL, ORGEL VRETEN, DUNO, LYRA

SKIMRA Lamp

Billy Wall Shelf

BENNO Coffee Table (Ikea Stuff)

Washboard (BV)

Plumbob Arch

Loft CAS Window, 2-story Timber column

Loft CAS Window - Fixed

Pinegultcher and Longhorn Balustrade Fences

Nouvelle Fences - "Brass" and "White" recolors

Art Nouveau gate - "White" recolor

Zecutine's "Step Away With Me" Stairs - "Olive" recolor

ValueWood Lumber's "Justa Door" - "Grey" recolor

Yellow Community Phone Recolor

Brick Wall (plus non-Maxis add-on textures)

Nightlife Tile Wall covering

Worn "Bamboo Fever" Wallpaper

Eat At Tiles - Red and White Tile walls

Misc floors

Jungle Rocks Neighborhood Décor (BV)

Bohemian Moldings Diagonal Mesh + Default

How to find more lost and found walls and floors and fences (There are quite a few duplicates that are already in your game if you unlock all of these, so just beware.)

Maxis Pre-Order Bonuses and Old TS2 Site Downloads

Additional useful links:

Must-have mods list for TS2. Compiled especially for Sims 2 Legacy Edition players, but useful for anyone no matter what version of TS2 you play.

Sims 2 Object Default Database Spreadsheet - this includes a whole bunch of defaults that I do not use.

A huge thank you to all the talented creators and modders who keep this game looking fresh after 20 years!

[gemjewlerybox]

♡ Go Go Magical Girl! ♡

chapter 1

There’s a new app on your phone

There were already a lot of apps on your phone, gaming, social media, tutoring apps, and you were prone to still having apps on there you forgot you had. You wouldn’t have noticed it really, if it wasn’t smack right in the middle of the screen

You may be messy but at least it was organized, kinda. 

You were in the middle of homework, struggling with math as usual. What's different? Just mind numbing stress. 

What took you out was hearing a bell sound. 

You paused for a moment, then continued back to your work. So maybe hours of stress isn’t the greatest. Maybe you should take a break a small break, you were hungry after all- 

Ding

There it was again. You look around the room for the sound, did you have a wind chime somewhere? Just swaying in a enclosed space- 

Your eyes did a quick sweep of your desk, and just for a split second you saw the screen of your phone shut off. 

Weird, you weren’t on it for a good while, why would it be on?

You grabbed it and it flashed back the lockscreen, the familiar faces of an older woman and smaller child popped up as the background. What wasn’t familiar was two notifications from an app you didn’t know of.

Child born from the pinkest of clouds, welcome to your life! 

….huh?

What app did you download recently? You can’t even remember- 

Hey, are you there? There’s people to save!

The second notification displayed, leaving you even more confused. Okay what cheaply made microtransaction ridden app did you download?

You opened your phone intended to dig through all of your apps to see who the imposter was, but instead you were greeted by it smack on your homescreen. 

It was a pale pink app, with a small heart in a darker shade in the middle of the icon. It was a simple looking app, one that you still don’t recognize. 

Eh, it didn’t really matter too much right now. Someone from school must have mentioned it when you were around and you downloaded it and forgot. You're too busy right now for an app to be sending notifications, so you decided to go and turn them off. 

Its just, when you tapped on the app, it didn’t open. 

Okay, maybe it was a mistap- nope it didn’t open again. After a good while of rapid tapping and rapidly growing annoyance, the app still didn’t open. 

You huffed a little, and then remembered you could totally turn off notifications via the settings app. You swiped around a bit and opened the settings app and scrolled more to locate and access the app itself- 

You can’t find it

You scrolled top to bottom, back and forth, the apps category. Hell you even went through other settings to see anything related to the mysterious app. Nothing 

…oh my god did you download spyware???

Panic started to spread through you. Your phone literally had access to everything about you, your name, your emails and passwords and banking information- oh god are you on the manor’s wifi?? CAN A VIRUS SPREAD VIA WIFI????

You turned your phone off and threw it on your bed. After a brief moment of spiraling about how you just gave some hacker the Wayne’s manor personal information on a silver dish, you grabbed your computer to quickly look up how to stop a virus attack before hearing a knock at the door.

You heard the formal title of your name after it, Alfred. You look at the clock on your wall, it is dinner time. You felt a grimace form on your face. 

You did not want to go down to that dining table. 

“Sorry Alfred” you called out from inside your room,”I think i’m just going to skip tonight’s dinner-”

“Tonight is the monthly dinner, miss. Everyone is required to attend.”

Fuck- you really don’t want to go down there now. Just to be ignored again?

“I��m…just not feeling so good right now.” you lied, well kinda “It’s probably from school stress.

Plus like, it's not like my presence is…needed y'know?”

You winced a little from that last part. But honestly you can’t deal with the uncomfortable, unwanting, atmosphere you’ll be prone to at that table. 

You couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the bedroom door, but you looked down and still saw a shadow showing from the gap of the door to the floor. He’s always been persistent with rules- 

“But really I don’t think my stomach can handle anything, so I’ll just be there pushing food around. I don't want to waste any food!” good this was such an awful lie

“Well then when you feel a bit better, be sure to come down. I’ll wrap a plate for you, please be sure to eat before retiring for the night.” A lie he brought

“Ahh thank you!” for not dragging you down, “And I’ll be sure to eat something before bed!”

“Well then, have a good night, and please don’t stay up too long” Alfred said before you could hear the footsteps of his polished shoes grow dimmer and dimmer. You felt the coils in your body release as you let out a sigh before collapsing on your bed. 

It’s so hard talking to these people in this manor, even Alfred. It seems like it hasn’t gotten any better since when you first came here

….you didn’t want to think about that time. 

Instead, you thought about your phone and potential malware that’s on it. 

You slowly went and grabbed your phone and said a little prayer before turning it back on. No flashing lights, pops ups, or random numbers messaging you your location, and nobody banging on your door. That should be a good sign…right?

…you quickly checked to see if you were on the manor’s wifi. Thankfully you weren’t, you sighed out in relief. The amount of stress you put yourself through is going to kill you one day, you can swear it sometimes. 

Clicking on the pink app again, and again it didn’t open. You laid on your back with your phone up in the air by your raised, just staring hard at it. As hard as you thought, you can’t even think of an app that even looks like it, nor any that won’t even let you access the thing. 

A new notification popped up on your screen, which scared you just enough to where you dropped the phone square on your face. Mid forehead rub, you read the notification, from your messaging app?

V- Hey, me and a few friends are going to the arcade now that its reopen. If you wannnnttt you can totally come with us! 

You looked at the message before switching your phone off again. Maybe you should bathe before continuing to your work. That sounds nice right now. 

The car ride was, as always, unbearable. Nothing has even been said since you entered the limo yet you can feel the sheer animosity from Damien across the car. 

You just sighed silently to yourself, you ran out of the energy to deal with him a long time ago. 

You spent the rest of the previous night in an endless battle of math homework, social anxiety, and doom thinking inside your room. The night ended with you crashing on your bed in defeat, completely forgetting to go down to the kitchen to eat dinner…your stomach sure didn’t forget. 

As Alfred continued to drive you both to school, you retrieved your phone from your uniform pocket. Fingers faster than your stomach rumbling, you open the chat messages between you and a classmate, Viviane, to see if she had anything on her person for you to munch on. 

You stopped when you saw the leftover message from last night. 

Thank god you turned off read notifications from your chats, you can just feel your phone going repeatedly from Viv seeing the unanswered read notifications. 

….Maybe it was better to wait to ask her when you get there. 

Clicking off the messaging app, your eyes were greeted with the cursed app. It was the first thing that you locked in on as you opened your phone in the morning, and after spending the entire morning getting ready and scouring the internet for any pink, heart, pink heart or whatever apps that ever existed. Nothing 

And, of course, when you clicked on the icon, it didn’t open. 

“What the fuck” you sighed out, what you thought was quietly

It wasn’t, you can eye on you from the opposite side of the car. 

“Where were you last night?”

“Hmm?” was all that was left from you as you turned towards your younger brother. It wasn’t often now that the two of you talked, thanks to you deflecting any attempts of his verbal abuse. You still gave polite, short answers and made quick getaways from conversations.

Lucky he seems too busy in recent months to follow and continue with the stream of taunts and venom, but there are times, like car rides to school, where you two have to be in the same space. 

 “Last night was a mandatory dinner and activities, yet you were nowhere to be seen.” 

“I…” Damien eyes bore into yours, one of intimidation, as if to convey his importance to you. His ego is fit for the blood son of a major billionaire such as Bruce, your collective father.

It kinda does make sense for him to think of himself highly, still you can’t help but feel exhausted with whatever power struggle he has had with you since you arrived at the manor. 

“ I just had work to do.” is all you said, simple. What's the point of getting into the specifics when he’s just looking for a reason why you're in the wrong and how you're a failure. 

Though, with the way he rolled his eyes and snorted came out, your sure that wasn’t a good enough answer for him

“Can’t do your duties as a family member because you can’t do simple schoolwork? It amaze me on how you can be worse” 

You can just feel yourself tuning him out, it was too early in the morning for him to start this with you and expect you to pay attention. You turned your attention instead back to your phone, scrolling through your social media for a distraction. Seems like there's a new arcade? 

You wanted to learn more, but Damien had other plans since in a blink your phone was no longer in your hands. 

“Wha- Hey??” you reached over on his side of the car to reach for your phone that was in his hands, but due to the seat belt you were in you couldn’t reach as far. 

Guess Damien didn’t have his own one on, because in the next second his hand was wrapped in your collar shirt, where he then pulled you towards him hard. 

You gagged as the seatbelt pushed against your neck and chest, your own hands grabbing at his. 

“I’m talking to you and instead you scroll through your phone?” he asked as if this was a slight against his name. 

“God, you're so insufferable,” His hands tighten its grip on your collar as he pulls you closer towards him, causing the seat belt to choke you further, 

“What? Can’t speak?” he taunted, now your hands left from his and you were scrambling to undo your seatbelt “Why do you even need to since obviously you think your too important than to interact with-” 

He didn’t get the chance to finish whatever rant he was going with, you unbuckled yourself and with the force he was pulling, you tumbled into him. You both smacked against each other and the car door.

You couldn’t even reach to nurse your injuries before the limo came to a screening halt, causing you both to jump from your seats. 

The car door on Damien’s (and now yours) side opens up, and thankfully you didn’t cartoonishly spill out the car. Damien had to brace himself on his seat so he didn’t fall out.

You looked out to see Alfred, the one who was driving you both to school, is the one who opened the door. He didn’t look the least bit pleased. 

Looks like you both made it to school though. 

You looked around and found your phone on the car floor, you grabbed it and your bookbag and quite literally climbed over Damien to get out, revenge for the shit show he just pulled. You didn’t bother to listen to whatever lecture Alfred was about to use nor the enraged look Damien must have. You simply climbed and hopped out the car and made a beeline to the gates of the school and merging with the other students. 

As you gathered your bearings and assessed yourself to make sure you were decent after that car ride, you switched on your phone to make sure no damage happened to it. Nothing physically, and switching it back on shows it was still working. The sigh of relief that left you, god.

What was all that about??

You rubbed your neck, it still burned from the strap. You can feel your eyes burning too.

No, no tears. The mascara your aunt gave to you was expensive and you will NOT let it run down your face in front of all these people. 

Its so stupid, all of this was stupid. 

“....I wanna go back home…”

“Why.Didn’t.You.Answer.Me.” ahhh, it was inevitable you’d fall for your faith. Being poked and propped, literally, by an angry Viviane in English. It's what you get for ignoring her messages. 

After cooling off in the last three class periods, you were waiting for your 4th one to begin. The teacher has always been known to run late to classes, so the class was loud with chatter.

Your assigned seat was near the back of the class, and your deskmate was poking at you to annoy you. 

Funny, in the start of the year when you realize this class has seating partners, you tried your best not to bother her, giving her space and scurrying away when classes were over.

That didn’t stop the girl from messaging you a week after classes started. 

To this day you still don’t know how she got your number. 

“I must have not seen it-”

 “Liar,” Viviane cut you off. “I looked and you turned in the winter museum column at 11:45 last night. You were awake when I sent that text.”

Okay stalker. 

“Yeah well,” you began your lie as you pushed her poking nail away away from your face, “I was really focus on Mr. Lopez work-” 

“Ugh, I can just hear the excuses coming out before you even say them.” she sighed dramatically, “I thought I turned notifications on on your phone?”

“...yeah you did.” you gulped, turning away from her so your face doesn’t betray you, suddenly you were very interested with your notebooks on your desk. 

“......did you turn them off-”

“I put them on silent” You can hear her groan out your name, “Why did you do that, huh? What would have happened if there was news worth coverage near your area that I needed you to get to at that moment?” “On a Tuesday night?”

“This is Gotham. God if I had a nickel for each time I said that to you-”

Viviane, president of the school’s newspaper and the co-owner of the schools unofficial news account on social media. You joined the club this year back in the fall as a photographer initially, but some days you find yourself writing a column or two some weeks.

She has been trying to reach out and cover news outside of the school grounds, hence the want for all club members to have notifications on and ready. She likes to be ready, and she has a knack of calling bullshit. 

Or maybe you weren’t a good liar. 

“Hmmm” she eyed you up and down, her lashes low, the look made you fidget around a bit. “Well, there really wasn’t anything that happened last night anyways.” she admitted, “I was inviting you out.”

“Viv-”

“God you're such a hermit.” she said as she resumed the poking, this time at the back of your head. If she wasn’t fond of long decorated deco nails, you may be able to ignore it, “A once in a lifetime chance the club goes out as a group and you want to miss out on it?”

“You mean the new arcade that just reopened after it was basically demolished from some Joker attack?”

“......” it was Vivaine turn to look away embarrassed, all for like two seconds 

“I’ve never seen you do anything fun, well that wasn’t photography-” “I like photography,” you pointed out, you finally stopped shuffling in your bag and gathered your materials for the class,

“Yeah, but when was the last time you did it that wasn’t for the school newspaper.”

Okay so she got you again. But that doesn’t mean you still didn’t find running around Gotham fun…..dangerous but fun still. 

“Well, even still the arcade is back and running! The club needs some much needed fun with all the shit we go through.” “The ish you put us through?”

“WE go through” she corrected, “We all are going, I’m making it mandatory”

“Oh COME ON-” you quickly quieted yourself, feeling eyes on you from your loudness. You shank back into your seat

Embarrassing 

“Just listen,” her voice was lowered to the point where you had to scoot closer to listen 

“Isn’t it weird how the place was practically demolished in a police vs drug lord setup, and now it’s back running in a matter of weeks??” Ah so this isn’t the R&R trip she’s trying to make it. 

“Oh my god viv-” “Mandatory~” she sang, grabbing your closest hand to her and swinging it. “You’ll have so much fun, I'll make sure all my friends have fun!” she giggled

“....” 

“Oooo wait I got the chance to read the segment of the museum you wrote, why didn’t you tell anyone you went…” You weren’t really paying attention to her or her hand holding at that point, partly because the English teacher finally came in to start the class but also….

She said you were her friend. 

God you should have dropped out of the club…..okay maybe that was extreme. 

But your feelings of wanting to go back home were also extreme. 

Here you were, Viviane successfully had gotten you to come to the arcade, by which of refusing to let you go back home (good cause you didn’t want to deal with the mess that was waiting for you), and instead dragged you to her own her own place before it was time to meet everyone here. 

Even for a weekday night, it was loud with games blaring and kids screaming and running around. You almost tripped over one of them when you first entered. 

Though, you can’t complain of the lack of games and activities around the place. The owners had probably gotten a huge settlement from insurance or whatever, because they were not short of excitement. 

Maybe you were being a sour wuss, this place is probably really fun. Too bad you're really awkward. 

Not all the members came, so much for it being “mandatory”

Viviane as soon as you all got there, immediately went off, probably sweet talking whatever kid at the counter space for information about the owners. Which left you and the three other members that came.

You don’t know how it even happened, but the two guy members suddenly started having a showdown on whoever could win the most tickets. And somehow that led to you being dragged as referee and scorekeeper.  

Right now you three were at the basketball hooping machine, a game you made them play twice already cause mid way through the first go arounds the balls ended up being thrown at each other rather than the hoop.

You were hanging in the back leaning against a wall, your phone out with tally notes and Alfred’s messages. 

“You seem to be having the time of your life.” huh? 

You looked around to hear where that voice came from, only to turn to your side and see it was the 5th member that joined, Aurelia. You were leaning against a wall that was behind the two members playing fighting. “You seem way more relaxed than how you were when we came in”

“Oh…you could tell?”

“Girl” they slid next to you on the wall, that's when you noticed the ginormous cone of cotton candy they had gotten, “You literally went rigid as soon as Viv dipped. Thankfully these knuckleheads didn’t seem to notice as they dragged you away.” Aurelia chuckled watching the other two starting to go at it.

Thank god for the cloud of sugar that was big enough to not show your embarrassed face. 

To be honest, you completely lost track of them. They just ghosted the group as soon as you all got there, and to be honest that was pretty on brand for Aurelia. 

Aurelia wasn’t technically a member of the newspaper. They were, way before you joined. What did they do? They were the gossip column’s writer, basically. Vivaine herself will always say what Aurelia wrote was simply speculation, but others would beg to differ. Vivaine also probably considered she made them use a pen name. 

A school like Gotham Prep academy was one that didn’t want any to damper its reputation, they were a well, highly acclaimed and decorated school. Its students went on to be great scientists, politicians, business owners, and more. The school, though, is still in Gotham, and it sure did have its skeletons. 

You don’t know what for sure put the nail in the coffin, if it was the story of the underlining steroids problem in the school being started by a gym teacher, or how certain high elite parents were paying teacher’s off to pass their kids. 

No one knows how Aurelia got those bank statements to this day. 

Whatever it was, the school put an immediate stop to it, either Vivaine kicked out whoever was writing the columns, or all members got kicked and a whole revamp of the newspaper crew. 

Aurelia voluntarily left, but the next day an account under the same penname popped up. 

“I’m not finished with this thing, literally please take some.” 

“Okay okay” you reached over and grabbed a piece from the cloud and ignored how you just saw a ball get thrown somewhere that wasn’t the hoop. Cotton candy was more important, and also your phone which began to vibrate, signaling a new notification.

As a teenager in your day and age you went for it immediately to check your message, a grave mistake since the notification showed your extremely low grade in your math class. 

“Oh you take Mr. Lopez class too?” Aurelia asked, you hadn’t noticed that your phone and bad grade was on full view for them. 

“Oh- ah..” you quickly put your phone back in your pocket, feeling embarrassed “Yeah, this class has been terrible and the semester isn’t isn't even over.” 

“Have you ever thought about getting a tutor?”

“Hm?” a tutor?

“Yeah, I also was taking that class and it was legit busting my ass. I knew that first month I needed a tutor.” they whipped out their phone and scrolled a bit before finding what they were looking for 

“Here,” they brought their phone up to you, it showed a list of their grades in the same class.

The first few grades were…..less than ideal….but during the later fall months, their grades had gotten better, like way better. 

“Oh my god-....a tutor helped you with this?” 

“Yep” you must have had a questioning look on your face because Aurelia seemed to get a bit flustered by it, “oh- no I definitely didn’t pay this school money to fix this. Please god- I'd rather just fail.” they snorted out the last part before laughing. After a moment, you began laughing a bit too. 

“Yeah no, wait, so what tutor did you even get?”

“Oh, she's amazing. And not like one of those that comes from like a tutor company or anything. No, I literally found a flyer on the school bulletin board.” Aurelia continued to ramble as they brought back their phone to scroll around more. 

“She’s like a college student- okay this is getting too much.” 

What was getting too much? Well you completely forgot that you were in an arcade opened to the public, some kid around the corner spotted the cotton candy you both were eating and began screaming about wanting one. 

“Ugh, come on.” Aurelia grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the wall. You were led around the arcade until the two of you found an exit that led to outside. The cold wind pierced against your exposed skin, the chill already reaching your bones, but it was quiet. 

Good. 

“Ahh that's better” Aurelia said as they stretched their arms out, “I love the cold, it's so refreshing-” they turned towards you

“oh-oops. Guess you don’t like it as much huh” 

“Nooo, what are you talking about?” you asked through your teeth. You can even tell that you were shivering ass off. 

“Well, let’s just make this quick then.” they said as they tossed the cotton candy away before pulling out their phone again. The pang in your heart hurted at the sight. 

“I wanted it to be quieter so I can hear your number.”

“...Number?”

“Yeah, I’m totally going to try and hook you up with my girl! Well tutor, but she is a life saver.”

Oooohh

“Plus I never even got your number, and you joined a bit ago, no?”

….honestly it makes sense to you. You recited your number to them and they tapped in it, a few seconds later your phone buzzed, you opened it up again to see a new message from an unknown number

Unknown- It's me, Arii 

“Oh, do you need me to spell out my name for you” you asked as you save the new contact, 

“Nah, your under ‘Camgirl’”

“....what the-”

“Come on let's go back inside before Viv sniffs us out”

Im introducing a taglist for those who wants to read my story without the shitposting that is 90% of this blog. You can either comment, dm or send an ask if you want to be part of it

[szkin-art]

CLOUD HAWK OF 10 THOUSAND LEAGUES August-Chrysanthemum Class Imperial Cataphract

The Empire of Bilu, which dominates the southern reaches of the Great Continent, terms its machine armours as Cataphracts, and the designs reflect the name: they are massive, heavily armoured units designed for shock and awe.

Cataphract pilots are part of Bilu’s aristocracy, and their armours are property of their Houses, as well as consecrated symbols of the Biluvian Orthodoxy.

They are always lavishly painted and decorated with house markings, colours and sometimes flags, as well as religious symbols, though in terms of design they are fairly standard - there are only a handful of state-regulated design bureaus, which the Great House purchase their armours from.

As with most MAs, a co-pilot equipped with an antecognitive spur (commonly known as a 'Psyco-Jack') is required to direct the combat computer. In the Cataphract Corps, this duty is undertaken by eunuchs - recruited from the landed gentry, or the noble families of newer Imperial subjects.

[novella-november]

Well. I have a feeling I'm about to have a million new followers. (March 31st, 2025; not an April Fool's joke, unless Nanowrimo has very poor taste and timing)

Here's a link that explains in long video format the whole entire thing in detail:

and to sum it up:

This blog was made as an Anti-Generative AI to Nanowrimo, as well as a way to actually build a friendly, low-pressure, helpful community of aspiring writers, without the hard-fast-do-it-or-die pressure brought on by nanowrimo.

There is no official "contest" -- only a community coming together to inspire each other to write, help out with motivation by setting community goals, keeping participation motivation via Trackbear.app, etc!

The most popular writing challenge is still November for most people, but I myself have also started to keep a year-round, daily writing goal of 444 via the website 4thewords, which has been an extreme help in getting me to write a little at a time.

This year has been very hectic for everyone what with the election results so I haven't been very active on tumblr (I think everyone can understand that) but I was originally planning on also having each month of the year being a different themed writing / art challenge but got a bit distracted real life.

So, what is the Novella November Challenge?

It's a fun challenge where writers come together to write 30,000 (or your own personal writing goal!) words in 30 days, sharing tips, writing advice, plot ideas, accessibility aids, and committing to having fun while explicitly fighting back against Generative AI by using our own words and disavowing the use of scraping and generating to take away the livelyhoods of artists of all spectrums, and proving everyone who insists "generative AI is an accessibility tool" wrong by committing to our creative visions and making it easier for everyone to find the tools they need to succeed by sharing tips, free programs, and finding a like-minded community to support you! 💙

There is no official website, there is no required place to show your participation, this is a community initiative that will never be monetized by predatory sponsors or dangerous moderators abusing their power.

This blog is here to inspire everyone, regardless of experience level, to write and create the story they want to tell, in their own words, while striving to remain a fun, low-pressure challenge that doesn't turn into a stressful spiral, like often happened with Nano.

Want to start writing but not sure how? Don't have money to spend on expensive writing programs? Have no fear!

LibreOffice: An always free, open-source alternative to Microsoft Word (and Microsoft's other office suits)

4Thewords: A website (both desktop and mobile web browser) that syncs your writing cross platform to the cloud, with built-in daily word goals, streak tracking, and you can fight monsters with your word count to game-ify writing!

Trackbear: A website dedicated to tracking your writing, setting custom goals, and creating leaderboards for community participation; you can join the year-long community leaderboard with the Join Code "f043cc66-6d5d-45b2-acf1-204626a727ba" and a November-limited one will release on November 1st as well.

Want to use Text to Speech to dictate your novel?

Most modern phones have a built-in option available on your keyboard settings which can be used on any writing program on your phone, and most modern PCs that allow a microphone (including headphone) connection has some kind of native dictation function, which you can find by opening your start panel and searching your computer for "Speech to text" or "voice to text".

Want to write while on the go, but don't want to / can't use the small phone keyboard to type, or speech to text?

You can, for as cheap as $40, buy a bluetooth keyboard that you can pair with your smart phone or tablet and use to write in any and all writing applications on your phone -- this allows you to write on the goal (especially using cross-platform websites or services, like 4thewords or google docs) , and the small screen can also help minimize distractions by muting notifications in your writing time.

[otakubimbo]

Don't Lose Control

Miguel x F!Reader

Plot w/ porn.

My legally required sex pollen fic as a fanfic writer. @safixiovi requested Miguel so here we are.

You and Miguel are on a mission together and nothing is going right. Your tech is all messed up and now it seems Miguel has gotten sick from something. He felt as if he was losing control of himself.

OB Sticky: I wrote this with one hand in my pants so excuse any grammatical errors and definitely not proofread. Also writing smut make me so embarrassed so if you hate it, don't. <3 Reblogs and Likes welcome, requests are still open.

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Confusion was written all over your face as you looked at the data on your computer in the universe you and Miguel were in currently. You had been working on tech to detect fluctuations in the multi-verse that could detect where anomalies would appear before they did. It had been doing well for the last few weeks, you were able to detect the appearance of an anomaly in three separate universes. So, the confusion now came with the fact that the monitor was detecting two fluctuations in the universe you were currently in, but nothing was showing up. The two of y’all had separated, you went to check out one of the fluctuations and he went to the other. But nothing, nothing was there in the area that read the fluctuations.

You groan out in the abandoned building that you were in, frustrated at the lack of any appearances.

“It was working so well, what the hell?” You grumble to yourself, typing in code strings into your computer trying to see if you can recalibrate the device that it was connected to get a more accurate reading. As your frustrations grew, your watch started going off for an incoming call. You answer it in hopes that at least on his end there was at least a sighting on his end.

“I’m in a damn field and not a single sight of anything but clouds of pollen.” Miguel’s digital image huffs at you. You groan, rubbing your face in irritation.

“Let’s fucking call it then and find somewhere to stay tonight or whatever.” You say abruptly hanging up on him. He would be able to find you, you knew that, and you didn’t really have the energy to hear his complaints about your tech or whatever he had to say.

Meanwhile, with Miguel.

You really hung up on him, in his face when it was your idea to have the both of you out here testing out your tech. Jess was left in charge while the two of you were gone but still, you had insisted and yet there was nothing here and the two of y’all had been at this investigation all day.  He cursed in Spanish as he coughed from all the pollen he was inhaling. It was everywhere, irritating his throat, eyes, and skin. It wasn’t even that he was frustrated your tech was having what seemed to be issues, it was that you insisted on checking things out separately when he figured the whole reason you wanted him here was to do this mission together, with each other. He had grown accustomed to your presence, to your voice, to your smile. It was all while you were figuring out the mechanics of this new tech of yours. To a certain extent, he was always fond of you, he had found you brilliant, driven, and innovative, one of the few spiders he could tolerate. But things started to change when you came up with the idea for this tech, the glittering in your eyes as you made strides on it. Every new aspect you brought to him, you picked his brain late into the night. The time the two of you spent together increased over the months and he realized that he really enjoyed your company. You brought a certain type of peace to him that he never thought he would get before, he actually started going to sleep more at night because he would make you go to bed which you wouldn’t unless he agreed to also. The two of you had got as close as someone could to Miguel.

Miguel cursed again as he felt his body heating up as he went to the directions you sent him for where the two of you would be spending the night he figured. He assumed he just needed to get whatever was in that field off of him and he would be fine after that. When he found you in the crowded lobby of the hotel, you looked irritated but so damn sexy.

Wait.

Where was his mind going right then? He would have to be blind not to realize that you were attractive. Of course, he acknowledged that about you, almost every spider has mentioned it since the day you joined. But the way you looked right now, drive a man to sin. Your curls were down for once, edges slightly sweated out, your skin held a red tone which made your brown skin glow slightly. It was obvious that you were frustrated with the way your nose crinkled making your nose hoop push up slightly on your face. The way your arms were crossed against your chest pushed your breasts up in a way that had them almost spilling out the top of your tank top, the sight going straight to his dick. His breathing started getting heavy as he gazed at you and then finally caught your eye, having you quickly walk towards him realizing how much of a sway to your hips there is when you walk had him feeling parched.  

“O’Hara, we have a problem” You start as you let out an exasperated breath looking up at him. This is when you notice his appearance, he is red, EXTREMELY RED, looking as if he just took on several baddies right before getting there. 

“Is everything okay?” concern is written all over your face as you gaze up at him, lips slightly parted and all Miguel could think about is what they would look like wrapped around his-----. His thoughts were cut off by you calling his name.

“Yeah, I’m fine, that stupid pollen is just all over me. Irritating” He brushes your concerns off saying a few curses in Spanish.

“Okay, well, they only had one room available because apparently there’s some sort of festival going on and I got the last room that was available at like any hotel.” You say as you shift your bag on your shoulder, which takes Miguel's focus back to your chest. The silver chain around your neck sits right above your cleavage. All he could think about was how high would it bounce if you were to ride his---

Again his thoughts were cut off by your voice.

“Alright, let's just get you to the room so you can get whatever is on you off and I can do some work.” You say as you grab his arm, dragging him to the elevators so you can get to your shared room. You didn’t have any clue what was wrong with Miguel, he never usually seemed so zoned out but you assumed whatever the field he was in was affecting him and his focus. His powers were different than other spiders, so you could figure that it was probably a chemical from their plants that was messing with him. You would have to send it off for some tests to see what it could be.

Once in the room, you tell Miguel to go ahead and use the shower to get himself together after you grab a sample of what was on him to send to Lyla.

“Hey Ly, can you analyze this? It got on Mig and he’s been dazed and out of it ever since we got to the hotel.” You say as you speak to the AI. She gives you a knowing look when you mention a hotel and she hears the sound of a shower in the background. “Don’t start, there’s literally no other rooms anywhere and I don’t want to leave tonight just in case the readings were actually accurate, and two anomalies show up. It wouldn’t be logical to leave just set.”

Lyla knew the way you felt for Miguel, she was there while yall were spending all of that time together. The looks that you took at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, the way you would sigh contently while working in the lab with him, and the way you spoke to him when it was just the two of you. Anyone with eyes could see how attractive that man was but it wasn’t just that which is what made you fall for him. Regardless of the way he could come off, he was kind and caring. He may not show it in the ways that other people did but he had such a big heart and was truly thoughtful of other people. The man would take everything on his shoulders just to make things easier for everyone. You admired him, you adored him, and he made you feel safe and understood and cared for. You really liked him, it didn’t help that he was a walking Adonis. His looks were just the cherry on top for you. Everyone seemed to know your affinity for him, except him. It didn’t help that you were always making excuses for his behavior, Jess would make jokes at your expense all the time about it.

“But the two of you sharing a room it seems?” Lyla giggles coming to sit on your shoulder.

“Cause there wasn’t anything else available” You whisper hiss at her, and she just giggles again “Please just analyze the sample I sent”

“Anything for Miguels other half.” She jokes as she fades away, and you just groan trying to focus back on your readings and tech.

Miguel did not want you that way. You knew that, he would never want you that way. He was a serious man with a hard past that never allowed for the option of romance. The multiverse and stopping anomalies were more than enough to occupy Miguel's mind and heart. You sigh, knowing that your affection will never be returned by him busying yourself with your work while he finishes his shower.

While in the shower, Miguel had already cum two times, and nothing was helping. His mind only filled with you and how you would feel under him, on top of him, how your lips would feel, the noises you would possibly make. It didn’t help that he knew you were just in the next room, he could almost feel you. He needed you badly and he didn’t know why it was so badly. For once, it was as if he lost control of himself. The way he needed to feel you, to hear you, to taste you, to be inside you. Mierda. He came again with just the thought of you in the other room, just the thought of you. It wasn’t enough but it would have to be, he knew you would worry if he took too long in there.

As he exits the bathroom, you notice you hunched over your laptop on the bed, fidgeting with your tech with such a concentration on what you were doing. The image made his dick throb. Fuck. His stuttering as he entered the room, caught your attention from your work. You only glance at him as you continue tinkering.

“Are you feeling any better?” You ask, still typing away.

“Yeah” He lies as he attempts to keep his voice from sounding strained.

“Good. I still sent some samples to Lyla to analyze.” You start before pausing for a second, “Since we don’t know what’s going on I think we should try to both sleep with some comfort tonight just in case we get an alert or something. We have been at this all day, so we need some rest.”

It took Miguel a second for him to realize what you meant by what you said. You meant that the two of you would have to share the bed. Together. Sleep next to each other. Together. Together, in the same bed. Together. He could barely contain himself in the shower, how in the hell was he supposed to contain himself sleeping next to you?

“Can you take a look at this while I take a shower? I can’t find anything that is wrong but I really don’t understand what’s going on.” You say only slightly looking up at him and then back down as you finish typing what you were working on shifting to get up while still trying to work.  

“Yeah sure” He attempts not to look at you as you put your stuff down, trying to finish your coding, distracting yourself from your previous statements, attempting not to think about you and Miguel sharing a bed. You don’t even look at him as you make your way into the bathroom.

The only thing Miguel could think about was you undressing in the bathroom, what you would look like as you caressed your body with a soapy washcloth. Mierda. How was he supposed to sleep next to you tonight?? He felt like he was losing control. You seemed to not be affected by the thought of sharing a bed with him, something about that was making him feel more feral. The image of you sleeping peacefully as he looms over you, starting with pressing his lips to your unexpected jawline, making his way down your body with his mouth. He could imagine your breath hitching as you started to wake up at his actions. Would you whimper as he made his way to your clothed cunt? Would you grip his hair as he teases you by licking you through your panties? Would you beg for him?

Mierda.

He was painfully hard again. What the fuck was he going to do? What the fuck was going on? He needed to calm himself down, he had no clue why he was acting like this. He was mumbling curses in Spanish, not even realizing that you had gotten out of the shower.

“Mig” You call out to him softly; he looks like he is in distress. His head snapped to your voice. Mierda, that damn nickname wasn’t helping him in this situation and neither did the way you looked. It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special or particularly sexy, it was a plain oversized shirt and he could see the peak of shorts underneath. That cute expression of concern that you wore, your gaze gentle on him. You called his name again.

“Are you okay Miguel? Do you think we should go back to headquarters? We can always just send some other spiders out to keep on alert.” You suggest moving towards him. At your movements, it was as if he snapped out of whatever spell was on him.

“No, no it’s fine.” He rebuttals, “The tech is too new to trust with anyone else. I’ll be fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

You nod at him, still worried about him but going to bed was probably the best option for him right now. The two of you get into bed, laying down on opposite sides, and backs towards each other.

Miquel can’t sleep. Every other minute, he's trying to gently ( as gentle as someone his size can be) toss and turn in his discomfort. There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight, especially with the way he could feel your warmth even from the other end of the bed. Unfortunately, his excessive tossing didn’t allow you to sleep either. You were worried about him but you know his stubbornness wouldn’t free him enough to tell you the issue. But at this rate, neither one of you would be able to sleep tonight at this so you conceited and turned over with a sigh to face him. He was lying on his back not realizing that you had woken up, it looked as if he was sweating. Did he have a fever? Was he really sick? You lean up on your elbow, extending your hand out to touch his forehead.

“Miguel you don’t look well.” You speak as your hand reaches out towards him, right before your hand lands he grabs your wrist and looks at you with wild eyes.

“Don’t” He says through gritted teeth.

“Mig, please, what is wrong?” You ask so innocently, while all his thoughts about you aren’t even close to innocent. With you so close now, with that look in your eye, Miguel was losing all of his sanity. Fuck it. Swiftly, with your wrist still in his hand he straddles himself on top of you. Your eyes immediately go wide as you feel your body move, looking up at him, you don’t fight him though.

“I----” He starts, panting above you.

“What Miguel?” You asked breathily, fuck you looked so beautiful beneath him. Your eyes find him and they're red. He looks almost feral.

“ I don’t know how much longer I can control myself” His voice is strained as his grip on your wrist gets a little harder. The way he was looking at you, wasn’t something you expected. The look of unbridled lust in his eyes, you could feel it coming off his body.

Your voice barely above a whisper calls out his name.

“Stop, please. You don’t understand how badly I need to ruin you.” He groans as his head falls to the side of your head, his face burying into your neck breathing in deeply with a growl. Your breath hitches in your throat, unable to think clearly of what is going on in this moment. The stoic and controlled man that you had grown to know just told you he wanted to ruin you and the biggest problem was that you were okay with it. There was a newfound ache between your legs while he was speaking to you and now the ache was growing with the way he was breathing into your neck. Fuck it. You roll your hips into his, feeling his restrained bulge twitch with the impact.

“Then ruin me, Miguel.”

His head shoots up at your words, it was taking all of his self-control at that moment to not rip the clothes you were wearing off. He had to be sure he understood you correctly, he had to be sure you knew how serious he was about ruining you, destroying you, making you his own.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, hermosa.” He strains out, unconsciously pushing his hips into you, you let out a small moan at the sensation and Miguel thought he almost came just from that sound alone.

“I do, I want you. I want you to ruin me, Miguel.” You say, a lustful look in your eyes as he’s still panting above you. He was trying to hold on to his last ounce of self-restraint until you said one word. “Please”

That was all it took before he sank his fangs into your neck. You gasped at the sudden pain until you felt him licking the wound he just created making you moan his name at the sensation. His hands are all over your body as he is kissing and sucking on your neck, moving your legs so that he is in between them to grind himself into you.

“Fuck Miguel” You moan as your hips meet with his, “Kiss me”

He immediately abides by your request, mouth meeting yours in an aggressive lustful kiss. Miguel forces his tongue into your mouth as he presses his body into yours. His claws digging into your plush thighs which had you moaning into his mouth as he explored yours. The both of you breathing heavily as he moves again from your mouth to your jaw to the other side of your neck marking you the same as he did on the other side. After he is pleased with his marks he leans up, gazing down at your chest heaving, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at him. Fuck, he doesn’t even bother lifting your shirt off you as he rips it in the front to expose you to him. The view was better than he imagined, of course, he had seen you in your spidey suit which didn’t leave much to the imagination but this view, actually seeing you bare under him was just too much. He came then and there, not even caring because the next time he came he hoped it would be inside of you, your eyes widened at the guttural moans he made as he came. Without even a moment of shame or embarrassment, his mouth latches onto one of your breaths as he palms the other.

“Wait wait, Miguel did you come?” You attempt to get out during his onslaught on your tits.

“Yes, and I’m going to come again, inside you.” He says as he makes his way down your body to your clothed cunt. He had no shame in his words, as he quickly made shreds of your shorts and underwear, he could live out his fantasies of teasing you at another time. He needed to taste you right now. Before you could even respond to his words, or to the fact that he has ripped all your clothes off Miguel's tongue is lapping at your folds. You can’t help but squirm underneath him, as he’s eating you like a man starved. Fuck was he obsessed with the way you tasted; he knew he was going to have to have this all the time now.  He made out with your clit as your hands dug into his scalp gripping his hair. It was all so overwhelming; you couldn’t even grind yourself against his face as his strong hands held your hips down. You were reaching your peak faster than ever before, you were moaning his name like a chant as you got closer and closer to getting over the edge.

The sound of his name being moaned off your lips was driving him even crazier, his hips pushing into the bed as he starts sucking directly on your clit. He moves one of the hands that was holding your hips down to shove two of his thick long fingers into your clenching waiting hole. It was as if he already knew your body because his fingers automatically found the spot that made your vision blurred. Your body responded on its own as you came, and came hard, squirting all over his face. The squirting caught him off guard, as he pulled his face out of your cunt with a surprised expression.  Oh fuck, he needed to see you do that again, and by the way your walls squeezed his fingers as you did, he knew he needed to see you do it again but on his dick. He freezes himself from the restraint of his own clothing as he comes back to hover over you. You looked so damn beautiful, your lips were puffy from his kiss and he could see the bite marks that he left on you, pupils blown and breath coming back down from your orgasm.  He didn’t give you much time to recover as he grabbed your legs throwing them over his shoulder and pounding into you.

You scream his name as he furiously slams his hips into yours. His hands are under your ass, grip tight as he lifts you slightly to go deeper into you, too deep. The tip of his dick ramming into your cervix with every thrust. You had never been one that could just come from penetration, but the way Miguel was pounding into right now seemed was going to change that. He can feel the way your clamp down on his as the tightness returns back to your stomach. Fuck you were going to come again, you were so sensitive, so sensitive for him. Your nails digging cresent shaped marks into his arms as you come again this time on his dick.

“I’m going to come inside you” He tells you through his thrusts and the aggressive manner in which he said it made you clamp down on him even harder. He spills into you, so much that it starts leaking out as he continues to pound into you. You had assumed once he came again he would stop but he doesn’t, you can still feel how hard he is inside of you as he pumps his cum deeper into you. As the final bursts of his come stop, he pulls out swiftly getting off the bed, grabbing your ankles to drag you to the edge. Flipping your body over and pulling up you on your knees, he shoves your face into the bed as he inserts himself into you again. His pace doesn’t slow down as he ruts into you. It felt like he was even deeper than before. One of his hands moves to your shoulder to pull you back as he slams into you, his other hand moves to your clit to rub hard circles on it stimulating you further.

“Fuck Mig--- im--- im cuming” You scream as you cum again hard, doing exactly what he wanted and squirting. He could feel it all over his hand, making him cum again inside of you. You look back at him as you finish feeling him cum in you, thinking that he must be done. The sight you see behind you makes you know that you weren’t even close to finished. Miguel had his hand that was covered in your squirt up to his face inhaling deeply before he stuck his tongue out licking his fingers. He gets even harder inside you; it doesn’t look like there would be any sleep tonight, he really was going to ruin you.

The next morning you wake up, bruised and sore. Your head was on Miguel's chest and he was snoring peacefully under you. With a groan, you get up as you feel a notification on your gizmo, you had almost completely forgotten that you had requested Lyla to analyze the substance. As you look at the results you feel incredibly embarrassed, mortified. The substance that was on Miguel was some sort of aphrodisiac, so that’s why he was acting that way towards you. As you were getting further into your head about last night events Miguel woke up.

“Your thinking woke me up.” He grumbles as he sits up looking over your shoulder to see what you were looking at.  He reads the results of the substance that was on him and now he understands what you were possibly thinking. You thought he only wanted you because of the aphrodisiac, but with the way he marked you he would have thought you would know that he wanted YOU and you ALONE.

“Hey” He says as he touches your shoulder, you jump back from his touch.

“Hey, yeah so it’s fine you know. We can just forget about everything last night, I know you couldn’t control yourself. Its fine” You ramble on trying to not embarrass yourself further, he gentle grabs your chin as you speak a stark contrast from his behavior last night and some of this morning.  He doesn’t say anything but look into your eyes giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“It wasn’t just that, I only wanted it to be with you. I only thought about you. Alright?” He says in the most gentle way you have ever seen him speak. A small smile forms on your lips from the reassurance.

“Alright.” You say and he gives you another kiss, a little more aggressive this time. How was this man not tired anymore?! You saw the half-life on the substance he should be done. “Miguel, the effects should have worn off by now.”

“They have,” He says against your mouth. “This is YOUR effect” moving your hand to allow you to feel for yourself how you affect him. Before things could go any further, you get a notification from your new tech and your gizmo that there were two anomalies in this dimension, around the areas that you detected yesterday.

“See, I knew it!” You exclaim as you activate your suit almost forgetting what you were just doing with Miguel. His dick twitches under your hard and you remember what’s going on. “Oh right, uhm this first, and then we can go back to headquarters and I can take care of that for you,” You say with a sultry smile which makes his dick twitch again.

You and Miguel catch both of the anomalies in record time, him being extra careful to avoid the pollen this time. The two of you continue where you left off after you get back to headquarters, immediately both taking your leave which received knowing glances from both Lyla and Jess.

[perfectlysanexd]

I just want everyone to know, that at this precise moment in Remake...

They were legitimately standing THIS CLOSE together.

(I was looking to take screenshots of their feet for that holiday mainpulation I did, and thought this would be a good moment for it, but Square actually has Sephiroth slightly sunken into the ground, which is something they do frequently to get specific angles for their cutscenes.)

One of my favorite things to do in this game is taking screenshots. To view new angles, see new things, catch glimpses of expressions that you otherwise wouldn't see. Sometimes, those expressions can tell a different tale than the "official" angle did. To give an example, at the Edge of Creation, the camera looked up at Sephiroth. It was meant to be from Cloud's point of view, and it almost gives an impression of like...smugness??

But let me show you...Sephiroth's true expression. It's actually tender, and full of affection.

Amazing, isn't it? How seeing it from a different angle tells an entirely different story.

That's why I'm sad to inform you guys that my older, 2017 computer probably can't run Rebirth. I checked out the minimum requirements on Steam, and although I have enough RAM, my graphics card and CPU are too old, much more PS4-ish than PS5. It's a shame. Maybe someday I can get to it, but not anytime soon. 😭 I didn't come to this conclusion lightly, and I thought about it for a long time, but...$50 is a lot to spend on a game that may CtD constantly, especially when I try to run it at higher resolution for screenshots. So I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to do that for you guys, or create manipulations from anything other than the couple hundred screenshots I took during gameplay. Of course, if any of you are running it on PC after it comes out and want to learn how to take screenshots like these, let me know. Or if you already intend to and want to post them up for free use, please do. I'd be happy to make manipulations from them. 🥰 Anyway, that's enough out of me for today.

[fishfromvenus]

The Aquaputer

(no packs required)

We took a look at a modern computer and figured it was too bloated to be usable anymore. Who needs a silly operating system now that everything is on the cloud?! Duh! Did you know computers now only require a tiny memory? So tiny, in fact, that it can be stored in a little fish.

The AquaTV was fun to make so I'm following up with a fish-ified computer from the base game. I sized it up so the fish won't clip through. If you have a fish irl please don't put it in a PC, give it a proper tank.

Swatches: 15

Polygon count: 394

Appears in game as: The Aquaputer

DOWNLOAD: MEDIAFIRE / SIMFILESHARE

- Terms Of Use - Free to modify mesh/textures/whatever under the conditions that you're not a bigot, you don't paywall it and you give credit. Don't forget to rename the file to remove my name from the item.

- Credits - 1. Software: S4Studio, GIMP, Blender 2. Mesh: EA (modified) 3. Textures: EA (modified) 4. Item description (above, in italics): my clever spouse <3 She's written pretty much every description of every cc item I posted, and I love the descriptions so much and it occurred to me today that I could include it here in the credits!!