#cool anatomy history

[kari-sims]

Rebeca Andrade and Simone Biles 🥇✨ I just had to make these absolute icons! turns out making real people in this game is so hard (huge respect for ppl who do it!!), and i wish i could've done better but im still learning how to use sliders and stuff. I had sooo much fun with this though, dare i say i even learned a bit about anatomy which is really cool ^_^ Anyways, had a blast waking up at 3 am just to watch the olympics, and i'm so proud of my girl Rebeca for winning that gold and making history in our country ♡

[baby-prophet]

as much as its cool that the whole class is just one session whereas vcu the classes were divided between days i wish we had classes multiple times a week cause how am i supposed to make friends with people i only see once

[lilislegacy]

I love the idea of Percy becoming a marine veterinarian. Not because it would be easy, but because it wouldn’t be easy.

It would sound great and all, until he gets to vet school. And day 1 all he can think is “what the hell was I thinking?” This is all science. And most of vet school is about mammals, especially dogs, and he has to take specialty programs on the side for sea animals. He likes dogs and cats, and it is interesting, but that’s not why he’s here. Annabeth tells him to just learn as much as he can. So he does his best. He gets tutoring on the side. He makes good friends, and that helps a lot, but everyone there seems so much smarter than him. But annabeth and his friends help him study. He tries and he tries and he tries. He loves the marine animal programs he does. He thinks it’s so cool learning how sea animals function, and how the ocean/environment affects them. But the standard veterinary school course material is difficult for him to stay focused on. His grades aren’t the best, but he gets through it.

And after 3 years, he gets handed a white coat and stethoscope. And he feels like an imposter. He’s not a doctor! He’s not a healer like children of apollo. He’s not a genius like children of athena. He’s percy. This feels wrong. It feels good, and he’s proud of himself, but it also feels wrong.

Then his first day of residency, at a marine animal clinic, he is walking through his little orientation with the fellow residents and the attending vets. The first room they bring him into has a large water tub with a sea turtle in it. It’s not moving. It looks so sick and miserable. The head vet says that they’ve had this turtle for several months and just can’t figure out what’s wrong. She won’t eat, she won’t interact with other animals, she barely opens her eyes. They have decided to put her out of her misery, and tomorrow she will be euthanized. Percy steps away from the group and asks to approach her. He goes up to her, bends down, and put his hand on her shell. He telepathically asks what’s wrong, and she responds “My head. My head hurts so bad all the time. Ever since having my babies. It hurts to swim. It hurts to be in the light. I feel sick always. Please make the pain go away.” And Percy stands up and starts asking the attending vets questions about her history and her treatments. At first he panics because he doesn’t know what to do. But then he realizes… he does know what to do. He leaned this! So he suggests a treatment. Most of the vets in the room laugh or give him a doubtful look, but he begs them to try it anyway. So they do it, and within half an hour, this sweet sea turtle is happily swimming around the tub. She’s popping her head up to say hi. She’s even eating.

The other vets tried for months. No tests showed what was wrong. But Perseus Jackson walked in, spent two minutes staring at her, and cured her. Because he has powers that no one else has. The other vets only know how to read and observe signs, but Percy can listen to their symptoms.

And after that, every second of learning about animal anatomy and physiology was worth it. Because HE just got to save a sea turtle’s life. HIM!!

And that is why Percy Jackson very quickly becomes one of the best marine veterinarians in the field.

[darkmoonseance]

I found this cool castle book at an antique mall and found out this guy also did a cathedral one so I found it on thriftbooks these are my new favorite things what if I got really into architecture studies

[darkbluekies]

The OCs search history <3

Silas:

"How to take care of ptsd in partner"

"How to make someone stop crying"

"How to make your partner forgive you"

"Best restaurant"

"Dark web"

"Diamond ring/neckace/earrings/bracelet"

"Best steak"

"How to stop people from gawking at my partner"

"Protein powder"

"Best soap to wash away blood from skin"

"Best detergent to wash away blood from clothes"

"Best cleaning supplies to wash away blood from walls"

"Best spray to keep blood smell away"

"Five star restaurant booking"

"Why are my clothes thrown out the window?"

Dr Kry:

"Morphine"

"Book series without explicit scenes"

"Healthy recipes"

"How to frame someone for murder"

"Am I secretely perverted"

"Forged signatures without watermark"

"Protein shakes"

"What happens if you mix poision with alcohol"

"Puzzles"

"PG-13 rated movies without angst or horror"

"Plushies"

"Needles"

"How to become an author?"

"How to know if your strict childhood has had any impact on your mental health"

"How to get over your phobia for germs?"

"Strong caffeine drinks"

King Edmund (let's pretend he has internet for a hot minute):

"Is it really dictatorship if I let people complain"

"Ptsd test"

"Why doesn't my wife talk to me?"

"Nightmare analysis"

"How to cheer up an angry wife"

"Can a queen rule over a king?"

"How much alcohol can you drink before you get knocked out?"

"Beatiful dresses for a queen"

"Jewelry for a queen"

"Are public executions a good fear tactic?"

"How do women's anatomy work?"

"Can you punish theft by death?"

"Can you cook rats?"

"Why are little kids scared of me?"

Jerry:

"Is drinkable bleach a thing????"

"What to do if your s/o is a fucking loser"

"Is saying 'you're an idiot' synonyms for 'i love you'?"

"Guns"

"Knives"

"Sexy outfits that doesn't make me look like a fucking clown"

"How to ask someone out on a date without sounding like a loser"

"Impressive date ideas"

"Alcohol that will make me forget today, yesterday, tomorrow and a week forward"

"Spare parts to motorcycle"

"Why am I so fucking cool?????"

"Why am I so fucking miserable?????"

"How to hug your s/o without it being cringe"

"How to make your motorcycle go much faster?"

"Boxing gloves"

"40 boxes of *your favorite snack*"

Hedwig:

"Aestethic wedding ideas"

"Is baby trapping illegal?"

"Is nepotism really that bad?"

"How to guilt trip someone"

"Utterly obsessed with my partner"

"How to be a good kisser"

"Dark web"

"Buy hitmen"

"How to bankruptcy someone"

"How to impress your partners parents"

"Best flowers for dates"

"Best hotel resorts for couples"

"Can you become a super model without school grades"

"Love poems"

"Poison"

"*your adress*"

"Best perfumes to seduce someone"

"*your instagram*"

"*your name*"

"How do I know if I'm blocked on social media"

[flawseer]

Jade Mountain Academy students

#4 - Sandwing chapter

Astute viewers may be tempted to point out that this rendering of Qibli is wearing his earring in the wrong ear. This is an intentional nod to the graphic novel depiction, which does something interesting with that entire thing. He starts wearing the earring in his right ear, but then it gets torn out during the fight with Icicle. In the next issue, that ear is scarred and he starts wearing it in his left ear instead. It's possible this also happens in the books, it's admittedly been a while since I read them front-to-back, so my memory on that is fuzzy. But I always thought that was a cool detail. And since Icicle is still present here, these pictures must have been... uh... "taken" before she absconded. Hence the earring in the right ear.

Also, with 20 out of 36 students done, this now puts us across the halfway mark.

Qibli

Tribe - Sandwing

Winglet - Jade

Color - Corn yellow

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Winter (Icewing)

Favorite subject - Science

Least fav. subject - Literacy

Physical characteristics - small jagged scar horizontally across snout; freckles; small, wiry frame, with little body fat

Other characteristics - appears socially confident and outgoing, respected among Sandwing peers; "colorful" vocabulary (monitor spreading); least legible handwriting

Onyx

Tribe - Sandwing

Winglet - Gold

Color - Hazel

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Tamarin (Rainwing)

Favorite subject - Anatomy

Least fav. subject - Cultural Exchange

Physical characteristics - thorny black stripe pattern across neck scales; skin studded with rows of black diamonds; stature is large and muscular

Other characteristics - Claims to be fugitive from Sand Kingdom; currently oldest student on site (no issues so far, but continue to monitor social integration)

Ostrich

Tribe - Sandwing

Winglet - Silver

Color - Cream

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Anemone (Seawing)

Favorite subject - Art

Least fav. subject - Exercise

Physical characteristics - underdeveloped tail barb; very small stature with little body fat; currently smallest size of all students (measured from nose to tail tip)

Other characteristics - musically inclined; mildly allergic to cow milk; "colorful" vocabulary (monitor spreading)

Pronghorn

Tribe - Sandwing

Winglet - Copper

Color - Mustard yellow

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Peregrine (Skywing)

Favorite subject - Cultural Exchange

Least fav. subject - History

Physical characteristics - horns are split; pronounced and heavy-set jaw; stature is large and broad

Other characteristics - socially well-adjusted, courteous; very energetic

Arid

Tribe - Sandwing

Winglet - Quartz

Color - Salmon orange

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Siamang (Rainwing), Garnet (Skywing)

Favorite subject - Art

Least fav. subject - Science

Physical characteristics - snout is slightly crooked (likely from a prior fracture); criss-crossing scar across right cheek; metal band affixed to nasal barb

Other characteristics - musically inclined; sometimes struggles enunciating specific sounds; tires during extended speaking (keep in mind during classes)

[cybertronian-reader-imagines]

How about someone who was recently turned into a Cybertronian and Team Prime tended to and comforted them? They have a lot of adjusting to do! 👀

TW: A bit of implied disassociation because, holy shit, suddenly you're a giant metal robot and that's kinda hard to wrap your newly non-organic brain around.

((Knock Out is here because there is not enough Autobot!Knock Out and I love him.))

Team Prime comforting Reader, who just got turned into a Cybertronian, would include...

Optimus reassures you from the first moment that you have a safe home with Team Prime, should you choose to stay with them. Of course, you do. He makes sure you have the time and space to adjust and be comfortable with your new body before jumping into anything. He's just there if you need him, which some days is more helpful than everyone's else's efforts to offer unsolicited advice right off the bat.

Bumblebee helps you adjust to having wheels by challenging you to races that double as training whenever possible. He is almost certainly going easy on you, but nobody ever tells you as much.

Bulkhead is the first to realize that maybe you just really need a damn hug right now, if only because he's not very good with words. He hugs you and reassured you that it will be okay, and you're amazed how warm and fuzzy you feel afterwards, even though you're fairly sure your new body doesn't actually feel such minute temperature changes.

Ratchet tries to be "comforting" by explaining how your new body works... in detail that goes way, WAY over your head. But eventually, you get him talking about Cybertron's history and culture, and realize that your two species aren't all that different after all, which helps more than an anatomy lesson ever could.

Smokescreen is quick to remind you that you don't have to go back to your boring human school/job/house/whatever. Depending on how much you liked/disliked your old life, this is either incredibly helpful or incredibly irritating. If you get upset with him though, he's quick to apologize, and it's hard not to be comforted by that well-meaning smile and a servo patting your shoulder.

Arcee might somehow be even more protective of you than she is of the humans - she knows what happens when bots overestimate how much they can handle, and she figures that's really easy to do when you go from being a tiny, fragile human to a giant robot. Sometimes it's hard to hear her remind you that you're still mortal, but she means well. "Okay Mom, I get it."

Wheeljack, like Bulkhead, isn't very good with words, but he's also not very good with affection. What he can do, however, is listen. He's there the first time you get frustrated with the rest of the Team - not because they truly did anything wrong, but because being cramped into a tiny base with people you've just met will irritate anyone - and he never breathes a word of what you vented to the others. The Wreckers had their spats too - he knows you'll all be cool at the end of the day.

Oh Primus help Ultra Magnus he doesn't have a comforting servo in his body, but at least he's honest about that. In fact, he's the best bot to go to when you're ready to have things less sugarcoated.

Knock Out doesn't understand what the fuss is about - why would anyone ever want to be a squishy, gross organic when they could be Cybertronian? Humans couldn't turn into cars, for one, and couldn't be polished. He gives you a fresh coat of paint and polish and tells you how much better you look now - it does help, in a way. Being able to pick out new paint makes you feel a little more like your new body is really your body.

But honestly? Your biggest comfort might just be Jack, Miko, and Raf, if only because they will remind you any time you so much as frown just how cool being a giant robot is. And then you remember, yeah, it is pretty cool, actually.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere coworker (part 8)

Tw: noncon touching, noncon kissing, afab reader anatomy, violence, toxic family dynamics

Masterlists, part 1, part 9

Thanks for the asks about cyprus guys, it do be helping me to unclog that authors block for this stimky

Especially the ones who wanted to know more about him, got the idea from themm

"...She's sick and she has a cert' to prove it. I'll ask her to send an email after this call."

You were awoken by Cyprus's voice early morning. Softly grumbling under your breath, you pushed yourself up and rubbed your eyes. Realizing that you were lying on top of his bare chest the entire night. A calloused hand holds you in place by the ass, while the other held onto his phone that is being pressed against his ear.

"Me? I told you. I'm not coming in today. An emergency came up." The annoyance on his face evaporated away as soon as he saw that you were awake. You grunted in displeasure as he pressed an audible kiss on your very sleepy form.

You tried focusing on his banter with Jane. But everything was gibberish to you as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Cyprus gently pushed you back down onto his broad chest as he saw you swaying side to side, obviously not at all fit to go to work.

You pressed your cheek against him and closed your eyes, letting your consciousness slowly drift away again.

"You figure it out, you're the manager." He barked before hanging up on her. Cyprus stretched his arm to open the drawer of his nightstand, dropping his phone next to yours inside it.

The brunette turned his attention to you. He groped your buttocks, it made you stir a little, but it looked like you were too tuckered out to care.

"Hey."

You replied with a weak hum.

"I want to smoke."

You let out a grunt of annoyance. Struggling to push yourself off him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Cyprus pressed you closer to him.

You said that you're trying to get out of the way so he could do his thing.

He huffed. "You're supposed to stop me."

You said that he is an adult. You have no right to tell him what to do or stop whatever urges he may have. You told him that you wished he would extend the same courtesy to you.

"Oh yeah? Well, I have the urge to fuck you stupid right now." This woke you up immediately, making you push him away and creating as much distance as possible. You would have run away if it wasn't for him caging you against the bed.

You began whining and whimpering, about to break into a loud scream, until,

"Relax. I'm not doing that today." His voice took on a condescending tone. However, his fingers are still digging into your soft flesh, keeping you in place under him.

"Help me fight the urge to smoke." He ordered. "I won't let you go until you do something about it."

You frowned, forcing your brain to think early this morning.

You asked when and why he started smoking. His eyes darted to the side as he actively recalled the first time he did it.

"I started when I was twelve." He rolled to your side, but his arm still kept you in place. "My sister tried her best to keep me away from it, but I was a little shit. I stole a pack from her handbag and the rest was history."

You asked what kept him going. He shrugged.

"I looked... cool. And it calms me down, I had to work after school, to pull my own weight around the house. Juice boxes and candies weren't enough to soothe my nerves after a long night of dealing with fucking morons." Cyprus absentmindedly played with your hair as he reminisced about his youth.

You asked him what work he could have possibly done as a 12-year-old.

"You know, like. Shady ones. I would sell random shit on the streets, become a delivery boy for some local gangs, weirdos paid me to leave dead animals on doorsteps of specific people..." He trailed off.

You asked what he used the money on.

"Well, firstly, to keep the lights on. Secondly, on more cigarettes."

You asked how come the money from his mother and sister wasn't enough, that a young boy like him had to be robbed of his childhood to work. To that, he scowled, but not necessarily at you for asking such a question, but it was more like he wasn't fond of the memory.

"Looking expensive was apparently more important than her kids getting three meals a day." You waited for him to elaborate on that.

"We had a coffee machine when we couldn't even afford the right coffee. She had to outshine her so-called friends at church, wearing a new dress every week in her favorite color; gold. While we had to go insane and sleepless trying to put food on the table." He spat, feeling resentment for his mother for prioritizing her image.

"My sister was just like me, she had to juggle her studies while raising me and my mom." He mindlessly touched the back of his shoulder again. You wonder if his sister did something to him on that body part of his.

You asked if he still resents his mother for being materialistic.

He sighed. "...A little."

You asked him if she still is like this.

"Not anymore. It took me running away for a few days to sober her up. She was still shit at managing her money- my sister had to handle that on her own, but at least she knows she was a massive idiot back then."

You asked him how old he was when he ran away.

"Fifteen." A guilty look crossed his face. "My sister freaked the fuck out. It wasn't pretty when I finally decided to show my face again." You eyed the hand that touched the same spot as before.

You asked him if she hit him before.

"More times than I can count. She uses anything and everything, but it's mostly her cha- Slippers." He laughed.

You asked if she usually hit him on the spot that he kept rubbing whenever she was mentioned.

"Oh... no." He turned around to show you what he was touching. It's a long, large raised scar with mild discoloration, but it's clearly healed a while ago. You thought he had that while fighting. "She fucking stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Only once. But it hurt like a bitch, especially when she screamed that I was her biggest burden."

You offered him words of sympathy this time. He snorted.

"She didn't mean it. Because I heard her yell the same thing when she stabbed my mom in the hand. Plus, I was only 8, it wasn't my fault everything was the way it was."

You asked him if he gets to stab her as revenge. He chuckled at your question.

"Nope. My mom did, though. I stole her money and told her boyfriends that she has some sort of contagious disease instead." He pursed his lips and stroked his chin as he thought about the past deeply. "Yeah, I held a grudge against her for a while. I kept stealing her shit and laughed in her face whenever she breaks down. I have taken dodging and blocking seriously ever since I got stabbed."

You asked when you stopped being an asshole to his sister.

"About... fourteen. When I realized that my sister was more of a parent than my mom would ever be. It was awkward as hell, trying to make up for being this devil who's been sabotaging her for years."

You asked if he ran away out of guilt. He looked at you confused.

"Why would I..." He paused and thought about it for a while.

You continued, explaining that maybe he didn't want to be a burden to his sister anymore, so he thought running away was the solution?

"I ran away because I was sick of my mom leeching off me. She was the burden."

You asked if he thought about his sister when he took off.

"Yeah, I thought about how she's going to be fine without me. But I was mostly thinking about how I'm finally free from my mom siphoning my hard earned cash into her wallet."

You asked Cyprus what made him come back. He was chewing on his bottom lip throughout this conversation, possibly to try and suppress the urge to get up and smoke.

"My sister managed to find me one day and tore me a new one. She set my ass straight and put me back into school, kept an eye on me until I turned 18. Then, she told me that I'm free to fuck off and do whatever."

You asked him what he did.

"Finished university. I had some financial backing from my mom and my sister, but I still had to work like a dog to pay off my tuition fees. Thanks to them, I'm here today. Playing with my girl's cute and squishy ass."

You realized that he was fondling your rear during the entirety of this conversation. It made you slap his hand away.

He snickered when you angrily hit him on the chest.

"Oh come on, you liked it." Cyprus brought his face close to yours, to which you pushed him away with your palms.

You said that you did something about his urge to smoke. You asked if he would let you go now.

"Nope."

Exasperated, you let out a whine. Asking what more does he want.

Cyprus puckered his lips dramatically, even to a comical extent and made loud kissy noises. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, silently telling you that he isn't content just giving you kisses on the cheeks or forehead.

You told him that you're not interested in doing such things with him. But he cuts you off mid sentence by shoving his lips against yours.

You struggled, having Cyprus's unusually long tongue muffle your screams. But it only took a couple of seconds for you to calm down and grow limp in astonishment.

He is a... really, really good kisser. You grew more and more embarrassed each second you lingered, pathetically fighting back but clearly enjoying the dance of tongues. You liked the warmth, the erotic sounds he makes without the help of his vocal chords, the slickness and his rhythm. It's oddly satisfying and enjoyable.

He smelled of his body wash, a strong, earthy masculine odor mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke.

You couldn't tell what he tasted like except for the fact that he tasted nice.

You were too distracted by his skills to notice that his hands slipped under your oversized shirt that once belonged to your boyfriend. He's kneading your breasts and buttocks, perhaps adding to the pleasure train that you're experiencing.

However, despite not being a smoker, your lung capacity is much more inferior than Cyprus's. You panicked, repeatedly whacking him on the back as you tried to get him off you so you wouldn't pass out from oxygen deprivation.

He slowly pulled away from you, retreating his lewd hands along with him, admiring the string of saliva connecting your lips to his full ones. You're the only one panting in the room, Cyprus was calm and collected, yet you're there greedily gasping for air with your chest rapidly rising up and down.

"Thanks for the meal, princess. Next time, I'd like to know how it tastes down..." He brushed his fingertips against your clothed clit teasingly, making you jerk your hips away and squeeze your thighs together to process the sudden exciting stimulation. "...here. I bet it'll taste fucking delicious." Purred Cyprus with a pair of grey, bedroom eyes.

He laughed as you shied away from him. "You're funny" Cyprus cooed, tickling your sides until you audibly cackled.

He sat on the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching. He puts on his glasses as he rises from his seat, stretching his back muscles and arms even more.

"Oh and, thank you, doll." He looked back at you.

You asked what for.

"i don't feel like smoking anymore." He bent down to give you an appreciative kiss on the temple. "For now, at least." Cyprus continued.

"Come out in ten minutes." He said, walking out of the bedroom door and into the kitchen. You hear him start to gather the cooking vessels, utensils and ingredients needed for breakfast.

[kotoku]

not exactly a request, but…

Imagine being a sort of half-blood monster humanoid, perhaps even one of a handful, and spending most of your life feeling as though you don’t belong anywhere, like you just came out wrong and there’s no cure for it...

And then you meet Laios and he absolutely freaking adores you and will not let you forget it.

imagining reader just hiding every single part of their appearance that shows their half-monster side, always walking with their head bowed down in shame. they have experienced so much hate, disgust, and horror to the point they don’t have much mirrors so they can avoid looking at themself. it’s truly sad.

i could see the reader usually spending most of their days down in the floors scavenging for some items that could be sold for money, considering it’s pretty detached from the surface world. maybe the reader is like senshi, who makes the dungeon their makeshift home, navigating the ecosystem and surviving all by themself. i think a floor that may be more deeper or less populated with adventurers is where reader can safely show their more monstrous appearance/self.

and then one fateful day, the reader meets laios. whether its through helping him and his party escape a monster or simply stumbling across them by accident, you’re now bound to his little gang of weirdos. he’d enthusiastically ask if you’d like to join, not knowing your true identity since you immediately sealed yourself away beneath a hood/etc… the reader, who has nothing much going on and figured they could use a change, would join (mostly due to laios’s pestering because you were pretty petrified of these people finding out what you are).

skipping ahead, lets say during a fight your identity was revealed. your appearance shocks the entire party, some feeling a little wary of you (their suspicions were already developing because whatever the situation, you always had that damn hood/cloak on). but nonetheless, they’re accepting. especially a certain blond tall-man who had a undying love for monsters.

ahh, count your days because this man is going to be the death of you. he’s so stunned, happy, fascinated, and angry because why didn’t you tell him !? what do you mean you hated what you are !??! WHY WOULD YOU HIDE SOMETHING AS COOL AS THIS FROM HIM !?!??!

laios is so envious of you, goddamn.

he’ll use every chance he gets to study your anatomy, your biology, your whatever. he’s obsessed. the others are interested too but not as much as laios… often having to wack or chase him away from you when you start feeling overwhelmed.

besides laios’s excited self, the rest of the gang are open to hearing about your insecurities and are a great support system. senshi would like to learn more about you so that he has an idea of your diet and what nutrients you need. chilchuck, a stern fatherly figure to you, would make sure laios isn’t getting too handsy with you. he’s also there to nail it into your head that you arent weird or anything (tough love huh..). marcille, if she doesn’t have any information on your species/monster, would like to learn more about you as well. like chilchuck, she’d be sure to drag laios away when he’s got a little too close and up in your personal space.

one night, you’d explain to laios about your insecurities in detail and your history. he wouldn’t really understand it because you’re so cool ??? but i think he’d get it because he’s been in that kind of situation back in his home town. he may not exactly know what you went through, but at least he’s able to understand and if you let him, he’ll gladly help/support you.

bye, you’d cry from happiness/relief from the party, especially laios’, acceptance.

group hug ensues**

sorry this was so long, it’s a lovely concept and i love just imagining it ^^

[adobe-outdesign]

Have you reviewed the Bruce, and particularly my favorite variety of the Bruce (the ULTRA ultra UC version)?

(I don't have any Pokemon review requests in my inbox right now but I do have a few Neopet requests, so I'll go ahead and do one of those.)

I might as well talk about the history of the Bruce first, because while I don't normally bother going over past iterations for these reviews everyone should know that the first incarnation of the Bruce was a 150 x 150 photograph of esteemed British entertainer Bruce Forsyth sloppily recolored and slapped onto a circle. I literally could not make this up if I tried.

While the Bruce isn't the only Neopet that started off as a human, it A) was the only one to start with a realistic photograph instead of a caricature, and B) is also the only one to retain some aspects of its human design: namely the signature bow(tie) and the name (plus penguins already look like they're wearing suits in a way).

Visually, today's modern Bruce is pretty cute. It's mostly just a standard penguin, but they've got very appealing faces and a sort of plush chubbiness to them that not a lot of Neopets sport. While pets wearing clothes by default isn't always my favorite thing, the bow does work well with everything else and still makes sense in-universe for anthro Bruces (side note: the irony of an anthro Bruce is not lost on me).

The body is broken up with distinct markings that are based off of emperor penguins—though ironically, they're based on emperor chicks, to the point where the Baby Bruce is just a slightly smaller version of the regular Bruce. The Bruce does extend the face markings down into an underbelly however, which looks very natural and helps to break up the torso.

Visually, nothing really changed about the Bruce with customization other than it standing up and gaining a fist. I think I like the converted version a bit more, as while the original pose was cute it was also harder to see aspects of the design (like the tail). The flipper anatomy and general lineart/details have also been greatly approved. Also, the bow became removable, which is a bonus.

Favorite Colours:

Island: A surprisingly nice take on the colour, the island Bruce has an usually dark brown palette, which pops nicely with the white markings and compliments the flowers and greenery nicely. The markings are well-placed with good thought as to how they interact with the body shape and the green eyes are pretty and draw the color through the design well. The floral accents can also be removed, which provides a pretty nice base colour as well.

Wraith: The wraith Bruce is quite a bit different than most takes on the colour. Wraith pets are usually flat with intricate body shapes—think like a tattoo. However, the wraith Bruce opts for a more solid body shape that uses subtle gradients and very carefully placed highlights to give it a sense of depth. The face and beak look really good here, and the way the white highlights on the edge of the body fade off into nothing is really cool. My only minor quibble is that I wish there was one thin line indicating the underbelly markings, as the torso looks a bit too solid here.

Toy: The toy Bruce is slightly redundant because the plushie Bruce is already a thing, but between the two, I do like the toy design a bit more. The flocked and fluffy look is super cute and works great for the pet, and I like the contrast between the hard flippers and beak and the rest of the body. The penguin-like monotone body color is offset by the red bow, which has a nice subtle plaid pattern to it. My only nitpick is that I would've just dropped the single head feather entirely, as it looks out of place and doesn't really make logical sense. Still, good stuff all around.

[thrashkink-coven]

this may seem like a weird question, and if this comes across as disrespectful i apologize. but, could lady aphrodite be - well - a man? could they appear to a devotee of theirs as male instead of female? i know spirits' appearances are fluid and change depending on who, when, where, what, and so on, but, is it possible that they ever change their gender? i've never seen anybody mention it, and, aphrodite doesn't feel female to me, instead they feel as a gender-reversed version of themself.

DID YOU MEAN APHRODITUS ?!

Lol I love this topic. Yes! You are not confused in feeling a male or masculine energy in Aphrodite. There’s a LOT of really cool history that goes into the archetype of the God(dess) of Venus and love and war, but to make a very long story short, Aphroditus (or Aphroditos) was the male Aphrodite originating from Amathus on the island of Cyprus and celebrated in Athens. He was later then syncretized with the offspring of Aphrodite and Hermes, Hemaphroditus. Different interpretations may or may not consider them to be the exact same entity. What we do know is that both Aphroditus and Hermaphroditus are always portrayed with an androgynous, intersex, or transsexual body, a mix of female and masculine traits and anatomy.

It’s widely accepted that Aphrodite/ Aphroditus is derived from the Mesopotamian Goddess Inanna/Ishtar. Inanna is a very important deity in regards to gender and sexuality, as she was the Goddess known to transform men into women and women into men. She was the patron of transgendered, intersex, and nonbinary people, and her holy priests and priestesses were very queer! She was portrayed with a beard, breasts, basically whatever she wanted lol, as she was believed to be the origin of queerness itself. All bodies, male, female, or something in between, are capable of exercising the joy of Inanna!

In general, the energy that we receive from Venus has always seemed to be inherently queer, gender bending, and fluid, which makes sense for the planet of love- love for others as well as love for the self! It transcends our traditional understanding of gender and sex and shows us how all of these identities are beautiful and powerful.

People often associate Aphrodite very highly with females vagina power, which she totally does embody to the max of course, but she also very much represents love for the self that transcends the flesh. She has always been the biggest ally to transmascs and femmes. In some interpretations, the God(dess) may be trans and queer themselves.

As a trans man myself, I personally view Lord Lucifer as an Aphroditus, the beautiful son of an Aphrodite. The divine masculine aspect of Venus that exists within the divine feminine. Combined with his values of self love, luxury, freedom, knowledge, and the courage to be your most authentic self, I see Lucifer, Aphroditus and Aphrodite as the pillars of queer divinity.

[blkgirl-writing]

hey i’m a bit embarrassed because this is the first i’ve ever asked for something like this, but in terms of bg3 fic i think dwarven tavs are super under represented lmao i’d love to see something written for an afab dwarven tav, a lady who is short and stocky and strong!!!! i’m a gale enthusiast but honestly any ideas you may have of like, how the different companions accommodate the difference in body type would be cool :)

you’re work is phenomenal btw!!

Do NOT be embarrassed, anon! This is a beautiful ask and i'm more than happy to make these. I'm sorry they're shorter, I'm more than happy to expand later I'm just out of brain power and have 200+ requests atm!

Fem!Dwarven reader x Baldurs Gate 3 Companions

Astarion

Astarion fucks and he knows how to handle anyone of any shape, size, race, and much more

so he's not phased and treats you no differently, really. And in a way it's nice to not get any special special treatment, though how experienced he is, everything seems like special treatment

I also think dwarves value strength over looks and because of that Astarion wouldn't feel the pressure to seduce as much as normal

Shadowheart

I think shadowheart has a little bit of a bias sometimes, like something or someone she sees as weak may not get her full attention, so some may think she'd e a bit...racist, but NO, she knows how hard dwarves work and how fierce they are in battle and immediately knows she's in safe hands

She may ask a few questions about your history on the battlefield if you have any, power is definitely a huge turn on for her so

to kiss she would get down on your level by kneeling down

Gale

Gale just wants love and sex tbh he'd be unphased and probably into dwarves

I mean he is a wizard who fucks and reads books on fucking in his spare time, are those books really only going to be focused on humans and stuff? nah those books go deep into anatomy on all races

We but he's also just a sweetie and would love to be the big spoon and have room to share his bedroll with you, etc

Wyll

Being the prince charming he is, you're his pretty little princess and will pamper you as much as possible

he doesn't see you as anything but the strongest woman in the world that he also wants to make everything easier for

my mans will go out of the way to be your biggest advocate

he will NOT take slander or racism towards you as a dwarf, even though you could handle it yourself, he just wants you to feel protected, even if really, you protect him more than anything

Karlach

I'll be real karlach will toss you a lot

one time she literally just carried you on her right shoulder for like three hours because your feet got sore, it was wild, you kinda just stayed there because how long could she actually carry you? the answer was forever, but you got sore from sitting for too long so you asked her to put you down

she was kinda disappointed

"awe, we were having so much fun you and i!"

I feel like she'd also pick you up and twirl you around when she's super super happy

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[literatecowboy]

Dr. Feelgood

2. Fucking Brits

Find part 1 here Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley. Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures

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You didn’t enjoy sleepless nights, but you were used to them. Despite Gaz coming in at Price’s behest to watch over Ghost while you slept, you were too full of adrenaline to rest and as a result, spent the night getting to know the sergeant better. 

In the early hours of the morning, Soap had visited and joined the conversation for a while before the two departed for a workout. Although your stay with the 141 was intended to be a punishment, you found yourself enjoying their company. When you returned to your home base in California you were sure you’d keep in touch. 

Ghost had been quiet through the night to your surprise. He hadn’t woken yet - his body eagerly accepted the rest following such a traumatic injury. 

Of course, it could have been worse - though you were glad it wasn’t. 

One thing that startled you about the medical arrangements of the 141 was that there was no medical support staff on hand. Soap had informed you that their previous medic had retired and the other nurses and caregivers had either trickled out before their former doctor’s resignation or quit just after him. 

Your mind had wandered from where you sat at the computer, quietly reviewing the incomplete medical histories of the 141. It was too quiet. 

Behind you Ghost jolted in bed, sucking in a deep lungful of air and scrambling to sit upright. His eyes were wild and the heart rate monitor he was attached to began to beep more rapidly as he ripped the oxygen mask from his face with a shaky hand. 

In the next instant, you were up and out of your seat and racing for him, dodging the mask as it was hurled at you with surprising force. 

“Lieutenant, it’s okay! You’re safe, you’re in medical!” you cried as you reached him. He reached for the needle in his arm but before he could tug it out and stop the IV you shoved his hand away and grasped gently at his tattooed forearm. 

“Ghost, take a deep breath for me, okay?” you pleaded, laying your hand over the top of the tape that kept the needle in place and using the other to push gently at his chest, trying to get him to lay back down. 

“Ge’ offa me.” he snarled, reaching forward and shoving you back from your shoulder. The force sent you stumbling back, shocked, as he gasped for breath. Ghost kicked frantically at the blankets until they pooled around his ankles, eyes darting as he scanned the room. His chest was heaving and he swung his massive legs off of the bed, grunting in pain as he put his weight on his legs. He stumbled forward, clutching the area where he’d been shot, and crumpled to his knees. 

Recovering quickly, you surged forward again and knelt on the floor with him, catching him before he could fall forward and collide with the floor. You could feel his heart racing against yours as you embraced him, gently helping him sit back on the cool tile so he wouldn’t faceplant. 

“Take it easy there, big guy. You’re alright,” you murmured, taking care to avoid putting any pressure on his wound. As soon as he was seated safely on the floor a large hand pushed you back and away from him, though this shove was more gentle than the one before. You sat back on your heels and eyed him warily, your own heart racing. A few minutes of silence passed as Ghost caught his breath.

“You okay?” you chanced, earning a glare as Ghost looked up at you. 

“Do I look alright?” he practically growled, arms limp at his sides. 

“You look like shit, man, you got fucking shot.” the words came from your mouth before you could think or stop them. Ghost blinked, huffed out a little chuckle, and then winced, gripping his wound. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking down as you fisted your shirt.

“S’alright. You’re honest,” he grumbled.

“Can I get you into bed then?” 

“I usually like to know the names of the women who take me to bed.”

“Get fucked– sorry, sorry. I’m Feelgood. I’m…uh…the temporary doctor. Let’s get you up.” you said, offering your hand as you felt your face get hot.

“Don’t touch me.” Ghost growled, gripping the IV pole and using it to slowly pull himself upright. You raised your hands. 

“Alright man.” Silence lapsed back between you two as Ghost sat back down on the edge of the bed before scooting over and lying down. You tried to help him pull the blankets back up but he swatted your hands away. 

“You’re the one who’s in trouble and got sent here. I read over your file,” he stated after a moment of watching you fuss with the IV bag and trying to distract yourself. 

“It was an overreaction. I won’t be here long,” you said briskly, making your way back to his bedside. Ghost snorted. 

“I need to look at your wound to make sure you didn’t pull any stitches during your fall,” you said, putting a hand on the blanket.

“M’ fine.” Ghost grunted, folding his arms over his chest. 

“You’re not. You got really lucky - the entry and exit wounds were clean and no shrapnel was left inside of your abdomen. No bones were broken, no digestive organs were damaged, and I didn’t have to perform a laparoscopy. You’ll recover fully.” you said. 

“If I’ll be fine, can I leave?” he asked.

“No.” you snapped, rolling your eyes and turning to sanitize your hands and put on gloves. 

“Push your blankets down and pull up your shirt, please. It doesn’t have to be far - just to expose your wound,” you said. When you turned back around, Ghost had not done what you had asked. 

“Do you want to die of an infection?” you asked bluntly after a moment. “It’s a nasty way to go, you know. Oh, and even if it doesn’t kill you, you could be permanently disabled.”

“Would an infection mean spending more time here with you?” Ghost grumbled. 

“Yup.”

Ghost pulled down his blankets and just barely inched his shirt up past the packed and bandaged wound in his abdomen. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You and Ghost remained in silence as you removed the dressings and examined his wound. 

After cleaning it and rebandaging it, you instructed him to roll over and did the same with the exit wound. 

“Gonna leave me alone now?” he asked as he rolled over to lay back down. You rolled your eyes. 

“For now.”

Time passed slowly after that. You cataloged the supplies present in the medical office and bustled around arranging the med bay how you liked it. Once Ghost’s IV ran out you replaced it and he didn’t bother to thank you. He watched you the entire time, cold eyes following you back and forth across the room. 

You were in the office now and the lack of sleep was catching up to you. Night was coming again and you were dozing at your desk, your computer monitor having gone into sleep mode a while ago.  

Ghost took the chance. Silently, he slid out of bed, bare feet finding the ground and this time supporting his weight. He flicked the power off on each of the machines he was connected to and pulled himself free of their wires before he snagged the IV bag from its hook and tucked it under his arm, padding slowly out of the room and down the hall toward the rec room. 

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The next morning Soap found you slumped over at your desk, snoring lightly. Ghost’s bed was conspicuously empty, and when he felt the sheets, they were cold. He shook your shoulder gently and you started, sitting up and wiping sleep from your eyes. 

“What time is it?” you grumbled, pushing your hair back from your face and yawning. 

“About seven-thirty. Lass…I think you’ve got an escapee,” he said gently, gesturing out the office door and toward the empty hospital bed. 

You shot up in an instant and stormed out of the office, fury and worry mixing in your stomach as you caught sight of the empty bed. 

“Fuck!” you shouted, spinning on your heel and looking at Soap with wide eyes. 

“Where is he? Where’s his room?” you cried, dragging him out of the med bay and looking frantically down both hallways. 

“Fuck, where’s my room?” you asked after a moment. The dark circles under your eyes suddenly felt like they weighed a hundred pounds as the exhaustion hit you. It was your third day with the 141 and you hadn’t had a shower or slept in a proper bed. 

“You two share a wall. Come on, I’ll show you.” Soap said. He led you just down the hall and pointed out Ghost’s door, but before he could point out yours, you were hammering on the door with your fists. 

“Lieutenant Ghost, get your sorry ass out here or I swear to fucking Christ you are a fucking dead man!” you shouted, grabbing the door handle as it twisted and the door was pulled open from the inside. He loomed above you with an imposing figure, looking down at you with annoyance in his eyes. 

“The fuck do you want?” he hissed, folding his arms over his chest. You noticed the conspicuous lack of the IV in his arm and looked past him to see it discarded on his dresser. 

“Fucking– you need to get back to the fucking med bay!” you practically shouted, gesturing wildly. 

“M’ fine,” he grumbled, moving to shut the door on you. You wedged your foot in the door and leaned your weight on it, scrambling to prevent him from shutting you out. 

“You have a bullet wound, Ghost! You need to be under medical care!” you cried. 

“You said I’ll be fine,” he grumbled, pushing the door open again and glaring at you. 

“L.T., I think the doc has a point…” Soap said, trailing off as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. This made Ghost pause, glaring at Soap. 

“Come on, if not for me, for him.” You pleaded, looking back at Soap and offering him a tight smile. 

“Come to chow with me and then I’ll walk back with ya, L.T. Come on now, we wouldn’t want to leave such a lovely lady in that med bay all alone, right?” he asked, clapping Ghost on the shoulder firmly and smiling at him. After a moment, Ghost nodded stiffly and stepped out of his room, the door shutting behind him. 

“In the meantime lass, you get a shower and relax. I’ll take care of him and give you a break.” Soap said with a wink.

“Don’t patronize me, Sargent. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” Ghost grumbled as he strode down the hall and towards the mess. Soap headed after him after seeing you off with a wave. 

–

The long, hot shower helped wash away some of your stress and the smell that had accumulated on you after days of traveling and nonstop working. Your things had been brought to your room for you so you were able to put on a proper pair of scrubs before you donned your shoes once more and headed back to the med bay. 

Ghost was back in bed by now and Soap sat by his side. The two were chatting quietly about something - rather, Soap was telling a story animatedly while Ghost listened and occasionally reacted or made a comment. When Soap saw you again he smiled.

“There she is! How ya feelin' doc?” he asked, offering you a wide grin and sitting back in his chair. 

“Refreshed,” you said, smiling back before making your way over and fiddling with Ghost’s bed. It beeped quietly - you had set the bed alarm on. 

“You’re quite lovely looking when you’re not yelling and covered in some poor man’s blood,” Soap said with a laugh. You chuckled. 

“I’ve spent most of my career yelling and covered in blood, actually. I’ve been fallen on before too.” you said with a laugh.

“Sounds like there’s a story there.” Soap prodded. You pulled up your stool on the other side of Ghost’s bed. 

“When I was a brand new resident, some of the nurses at the clinic I worked at got sick with the flu and I had to stand in to administer vaccines to recruits at boot camp. One of these poor fuckers was super scared of needles - couldn’t even stand in formation because he was so jumpy. After like ten minutes I got him to breathe enough to give him the shot and as soon as I pulled the needle out, he fainted on me.” you said with a laugh. 

“Steamin’ Jesus, he knocked you over?” Soap cried, his eyes wide. 

“Oh yeah, landed right on top of me and sent me falling over. The poor guy was terrified. Got the rest of the shots in him while he was out though, and I only walked away with a bruise.” you said with a laugh. Soap shook his head. 

A deep laugh from Ghost’s bed startled you and you looked up. He winced and stopped laughing before clutching his side but you could see the outlines of a smile under his balaclava. 

“Fucking recruits,” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the pillows. 

“I like your ink, Ghost,” you said, studying his forearms as he closed his eyes. He grunted lightly in response and nodded his head slightly. 

–

Soap left not long later and you got up to keep organizing the clinic’s supplies, humming softly. About an hour later, Ghost’s bed alarm started blaring and you jumped, whirling around to find him sitting on the edge of his bed trying to get up. 

“The fuck’s that noise?” he grumbled as you approached, swatting at your hands as you tried to push him back onto the bed. 

“A bed alarm, lay back down you idiot,” you mumbled, leaning down to silence it. 

“I’m getting tea.” he protested, trying to stand again. 

“Fucking Brits. I’ll get it for you, just lay back down.” you snapped, waving him away as you turned. 

“Oh, I get room service?” Ghost asked with a huff. Thankfully, though, he slid back onto the bed and laid down against the pillows. You pulled a mug from one of the cabinets you had organized earlier and filled it with hot water from the cooler before marching back over to Ghost with the mug and a tea bag in hand. 

“Here. Now stay still,” you grumbled. Ghost took the tea and his rough fingers brushed against yours. After a moment, he rolled up his mask to his nose and pressed the mug to his lips. Your heart skipped a beat as you caught sight of soft lips and a scar that crossed his chin. The lower half of his face was…startlingly attractive under the mask.

You set about working at your computer to distract yourself, and finding what you needed, set about printing out a large .jpeg. A moment later you procured tape from a nearby drawer and marched over to Ghost’s bedside, taping the picture above the head of his bed where all could see. He turned and watched you, his brows furrowing under his balaclava. 

“Oi, what’re you putting that above my bed for?” he grumbled, finishing his tea and setting the mug on the side table before rolling his mask back down. You sighed softly internally, slightly disappointed that his face was hidden again.

“Hospitals sometimes have signs to indicate warnings near certain types of patients. In this case, the peace sign I’ve put up indicates to other healthcare professionals that you’re a difficult or particularly combative patient,” you said. 

“You’re the only healthcare professional in the building, love.” Ghost rasped, his voice dropping an octave. Despite yourself, your stomach fluttered and your face went hot. Your eyes met his and his intense gaze burned into your soul.

“And if you’re looking for a challenge, I can give you that.”

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taglist: @iamaliceinwonderland

[travelingthief]

CHECK YOUR LOCAL GOODWILL FOR WITCHY BOOKS ‼️‼️‼️

All of these were under $25 combined!!

I’m getting more into herbs and plants and such, so the pocket guides and (vintage!) “Lost Art of gardening and cooking with herbs” should be helpful! Same with the tea book - it goes over the history of tea, different herbs used and more!

The planet pocket guide will be great for learning more about space which is helpful with astrology.

The anatomy is not super relevant to my practice but it’s COOL and I like it.

And I’m super excited about the Palmistry book and the witchcraft ones! Lmk if you’ve read the witchcraft ones and your thoughts.

[jane-john-doe-tournament]

Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) Propaganda:

Great singing, also she’s literally wearing a doll‘s head bc she lost hers

do they have their soul or is it rotting somewhere with their head?

BALLAD OF JANE DOE IS SO SAD AND SHE IS GREAT AND I ONLY WATCH RTC ONCE BUT SHES NY FAVE OK

cool asf

She forgets her name after her death and has no story told in the production

She's so sweet and deserves the world. Her song (The Ballad of Jane Doe) is great.

the song goes so hard just listen to her song guys please

she literally died and her head was cut off so nobody could tell who she was PLEASE let her take one (1) W

BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. First she already won the tournament in the musical to regain life, as she won them over with her sad wet cat energy because she did not have a head and feared that she lost her soul. Second, she died on a roller coaster and lost her head, but stole her doll's head and thats very gender. Third, throughout the musical she is used as a vessel for religious allegory, she is an angel, she is jesus, she is a demon, she is forsaken but she is purity itself. Fourthly, she is is given the identity of Savannah with the greenest eyes after the other characters who died with her hold her a birthday party, and I think thats sweet because its probably some kind of meaning I cant see but auughfhfhh shes so cool

i mean her name isn't TECHNICALLY jane doe but we refer to her as such. she's so silly!! autism powers! i don't have a lot of propaganda tbh. i would've just been surprised had she NOT been submitted

She lost her head literally when the rollercoaster derailed. She wasn't able to be identified apart from the school uniform she was wearing.

Her name is forgotten, and so is everything about her. So she’s called Jane Doe. She’s very sweet and very creepy, but she doesn’t mean it

and im asking WHYYYYY LORRRRRDDD

I LOVE HER! she died in a roller coaster accident and was decapitated, her body not being found. in the show, her head is actually just her doll’s head. the coroners couldn’t identify her, so she was dubbed a jane doe. in the game to be alive again, she ends up being voted, her name being revealed to be penny lamb. anyways she’s a little creepy and also quite silly and she does her funny little waddle like a porcelain doll (or corpse).

She deserves it! She lost her head she shouldn't lose this too.

Not convinced you didn’t start this tournament just for her tbh

They have a great song and a true air of mystery to them. They also have arguably the best song in the musical, The Ballad of Jane Doe! I would definitely recommend listening to it >:)

—She LOST her HEAD and had it replaced with a PORCELAIN DOLL —In all seriousness her story is really poignant. No one could identify her body so she arrives in the afterlife not knowing her identity and she spends the show vacillating between depressed and angry at her situation, leading to… —“The Ballad of Jane Doe”, specifically Emily Rohm’s version, might be the most haunting solo in musical theatre history.

The Anatomy Students (The Magnus Archives) Propaganda:

So technically there a 7 of them each with a different localization but one of them is legitimately John Doe

Also they are responsible for bone apple teeth

They are very fun

This submission is for the class of students in Episode 34: Anatomy Class, who are named Erika Mustermann, Jan Novak, Piotr and Pavel Petrov, John Doe, Fulan al-Fulani and Juan Pérez, which are all "John/Jane Doe" names. They are so creepy and so cool.

[about John/Jane Doe in particular]

Very good normal anatomy student doing his best to learn

This is a horror that went to anatomy class with a group of different variations of john doe esque names to learn about human body functions and scare a teacher for a full semester. was called john doe in the statement but later shows up as jane doe. trans rights?

[luvfy0dor]

Hi there! How are you doing? I have a bit of a specific request, so if you feel like it’s too much, feel free to decline (:

May I please request a Fyodor x Male! Reader fluff fic? The reader is a scientist and for a particular experiment, he needs to map out the bones of the human body because the experiment calls for extremely precise work and he doesn’t want to hurt himself. So! Because his boyfriend is Fyodor ‘needs-to-remember-to-eat’ Dostoevsky, he decides to use Fyodor as his mapping system so when he does perform his experiment later on, he can do so without to risk of injury.

Here's where the fluff comes in (coming from an ex-med student who’s had to do this XD). Reader has to mark the bones on Fyodor’s body with a marker in order to see properly. As you can imagine, having a marker dragged across places where your nerves collect is ticklish as hell XD. So it turns into a battle of Fyodor trying not to giggle and move away from the marker while a very very mused reader tries to complete the bone map. Sooner or later the mapping is forgotten and the reader just tickles Fyodor to pieces (and perhaps writes a few teasing words on him) ‘in the same of science’. I speak from experience here, it’s the single most flustering thing in the history of ever.

If you feel you cannot do this, don’t stress yourself, it’s all cool. You can decline the request or alter the plot. Whatever’s easier for you ^^. Have a nice day!

“'Till Your Bones Feel Embarrassed From all The Attention ♡” Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Soft/Silly Fyodor, only proofread to an extent

Description; Reader is a scientist creating a map of the human body, and his boyfriend agrees to help him. When reader starts tracing his bones though, he can't keep himself calm.

A/n; BYE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD I saw this during my gym class and I got so excited ajsjfjej im sorry if any of this is incorrect, I'll change it if need be! I don't know all that much about anatomy and bones and stuff 😞

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For a particular experiment you were going to perform, you would need a bone map. You thought it would be a little awkward to ask one of your work peers to use their body for refrence, and no one was in the immediate area with you, so your conclusion was go home and ask your boyfriend to be your subject! After work, ofcourse. You sat on the thought for a while, occasionally having second thoughts, but at the same time what's the harm? What reason could he have to deny you? None.

So, you drove home confidently, entering the house with a smile and hanging your jacket. "Fyodor! I'm home!" You called out to him, walking through the house. Just as you reached for the handle of your bedroom door, he opened it. "Welcome home." He greets with a familiar soft smile, lifting your chin to pull you into a kiss. You accepted it with open arms and brushed your fingers through some of his hair. You pulled away after a moment, then interlocked your fingers with his. "Can i ask you a favor?" You questioned, tilting your head a bit as you observed his beautiful face. He hummed with a small nod, one of his hands on the small of your back. "Can I trace your bones through your skin?" He raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

"An experiment, I would do it to myself but that would be really difficult and probably hurt. And I'm not gonna ask that of my coworkers." You say, your eyes averting. "Which is exactly why you should let me do it to you. It won't hurt." You say, giving him the most reassuring smile you can muster. He blinks before talking. "Alright, if it's for you I suppose I don't mind." You smile and grab his hand, leading him to the living room. You grab a black marker from the kitchen quickly before returning to you boyfriend who was sitting cross legged on the floor, his ushanka on the nearby coffee table. You sit on your knees next to him, putting the marker down and starting to unbutton his shirt. Once it's completely undone, you toss it onto the coffee table as well. Uncapping the marker, you softly push Fyodor onto his back to lay down, a chill running down his spine as his skin hits the hardwood floor.

"Sorry, Fedya, I'll try to make it as quick as possible." He shakes his head as you bring the tip of the marker to his shoulder. "It's fine, it's for a good purpose, is it not?" He replies. Your legs are on either side of his waist as you straddle him, leaned in for as much precision as possible while one of his hands rests on your thigh. As you drag the felt tip along his skin, he deeply inhales, trying to suppress his giggles. His eyes are closed and his cheeks are tinted red while the ink stains his skin. The further down his chest you go, the clearer it becomes that your boyfriend is a little ticklish. You can't help but grin as you watch his body instinctively try to squirm away from the marker. You go to trace over his ribs and his back arches a little, the soft sound of his snickers make you grin and hold him down by pressing on his belly gently.

"Hey, you can't keep squirming like that! You're only makin' things harder for yourself." You say with a smirk, continuing to press the marker against his skin, drawing the curves of his ribs while his legs tense up with every movement. At some point, his head is thrown back while he tries to not violently shake with laughter. Seeing Fyodor in a silly and more vulnerable light warmed your heart, you truly felt lucky to get this side of him. His face was pretty red when he looked back up at you, seemingly having tears stuck to his eyelashes in suck a beautiful way. You assessed your work with your hands on your hips and nodded. You lifted yourself off of his lap a little and he seemed to have a bit of relief on his face.

"W-We're done, moya lyubov?" He asked while catching his breath. You shook your head, smirking as you twirled your finger in a circle. "No, you gotta turn over so I can do your back; I don't know how quick this marker dries though.." you say, raising an eyebrow and pressing one finger to a line and lifting it, smiling at the lack of transfered ink. "Alright, go on." You say, waiting for him to roll over. He does, resting his head on his folded arms with a small exhale. You return to your spot and push his hair to the side while tracing the top bones in his spine. He immediately inhales harshly and bites his lip, once again attempting to ignore his ticklishness. You notice and grin, deciding to mess around a little to see his giggly side a bit more. You wrote out 'nerd' before his voice finally broke through his giggles. "I don't think that's the shape of my spine, my dear." He says, trying to look at you over his shoulder.

You give him a look of faux confusion, tilting your head and looking at the word. "Hmm...no, no I think that is, actually." Your nose scrunches up in a snicker. Fyodor can't help but smile ever so slightly. "What does it say that makes it so funny?" He questions, propping himself up at his elbows. "It says beautiful." You say, a Cheshire cat-like look on your pretty face. "I can tell you're lying, myshk-ah!" He's cut off by the marker again, his arms outstretching. His forehead is pressed against the floor while his entire body gently quakes with giggles under his breath. His fist pounds the ground quietly once or twice before you reach the middle of the bone structure.

"Is it really that ticklish?" You ask, laughing to yourself. He can only nod. "I think my Fyodor is just a bit dramatic." You say, putting the marker down and starting to tickle his sides. His breath audibly hitches and he tries to scrunch up his body to crawl away, only to no avail. "This was supposed to be for a science experiment! You're getting quite off task." He says through his very rare fit of laughter. Even the softest stroke to his lower back would make his entire body jerk, and it made you smile. He had managed to roll over, and tried to get your hands away from him, but he's not the strongest when it comes to his upper body, so ultimately you got him pinned back down. Through the fit of giggles, you found yourself having such a good time with your lover. It was very rare that something like this happened, but you both never minded it when it did.

Once you calmed down a bit, you peppered feather-soft kisses along Fyodors shoulders, having almost completely forgotten about the mapping. He quietly hummed, running a hand up and down your back. You had made your way to your bedroom and cuddled up next to him while he read a book. You watch his eyes scan the lines of text, your own occasionally reading some paragraphs or sentences. "Thank you fedya, your contributions so science will go a very long way." You say proudly, kissing his cheek. He quietly chuckles and nods. "I'm sure it will, Moya Lyubov. You're very smart after all. I trust that you'll put my utter suffering to good use." He says with a small smirk. "I was right, my Fyodor is very dramatic." You say with a laugh and roll your eyes. He just smiles and continues his reading as you rest your head on his shoulder, sleepily reading along with him.

A/N; Idk if y'all do it too but I rotate through words of the week, this week is "blawg". If someone replies to a msg I sent with a slightly aggressive tone; "blawg did not like that one!!" Also irl I audibly "!!" I'm sorry if y'all don't like "!!" But I can't stop it's ingrained in my blood atp.