#disintegrating into a fluid-like state

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is a tool that should be used carefully. Dude my brain actually disintegrated into a fluid-like state. "Dude this edible aint shiiiiiii" type of deal. Eyes unfocused and all

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They’re Not Cybertronian

It had been a joint effort between Arcee and Ultra Magnus to catch that Sweep, yet still a leviathan task- one where all the stars had aligned closely enough to finally subdue one of Scourge’s elusive huntsmen. For the rather clumsy, bumbling things they were, they were still far stronger (and far faster…) than they looked, and their numbers gave them a scary amount of strength. This one simply hadn’t been fast enough to rejoin the group.

It had also been very damaged in the fight, Magnus noted- it was a miracle it was even able to walk, with one of its wings barely hanging on by a few wires and deep lacerations and laser burns crosshatched across cracked blue plating. First Aid had nearly flipped his lid when they dragged it back to HQ- no Cybertronian should have to sit in a cell with such life-threatening wounds. Especially when there was almost no energon seeping out of any of those broken panels- a telltale sign of energon depletion. Despite Rodimus’s insistence, he and Perceptor had managed to make their claim on the Sweep, citing both Cybertronian war convention and repair for the sake of research as their excuse- maybe they could open this specimen up and figure out the secret to the mysterious strength of the Sweeps and those that they answered to.

But repair, as they found out, would not be any easy task- even in this state, the Sweep struggled and fought back against intubation- and only fell into stasis when Perceptor managed to wrangle a cord into it containing the strongest of cybersedatives.

That should’ve been a red flag- but Perceptor had chalked it up to the energon depletion, and curiosity had gotten the better of them already. First Aid took the lead in hooking the Sweep up to an energon drip, as Perceptor started removing pieces of the damaged abdominal plating, placing some of the more intact pieces on trays for further study.

They had no intent on fixing the Sweep’s external armor plates- no point in repairing the enemy more than what was vital- but there was massive internal damage that would need to be fixed if they wanted to see the Sweep survive the night. Once most of the armor plates were stripped, First Aid finally had his first look at the interior wiring of the subject, and his vents stopped in their tracks as he took it all in.

First Aid had been a medic for a long, long time now- he’d repaired hundreds of frames, opened up dozens of his compatriots- and even operated on Decepticon bodies, too. One could say he knew the anatomy of a Cybertronian like the back of his hand. But as he peered into the leaking, exposed innards of the Sweep on the table, for the first time since his Academy years, he couldn’t comprehend any of it.

The discrepancies in anatomy could not be attributed to the manufacturing differences of a Decepticon frame. In fact, the body did not look Cybertronian in origin at all- the thing on the table had no fuel tank, but four energon pumps- its spark casing was two times too big and had too many cables, and in three separate places, he found pistons that seemed to pump into nothing at all. Half of the vital Cybertronian circuits and parts were missing outright, or in wildly erroneous places- and that was all of the parts he understood.

In place of necessary components lay components completely alien to him, all whirring and ticking angrily as he tried to wrap his processor around what he was seeing. He found a leak in one of what might’ve been a main fuel line- instead of leaking pink, it dribbled an iridescent blackish-purple fluid. He tried to collect a sample of it, and the pipette disintegrated in contact with the substance.

Whatever was lying on his table was not Cybertronian, no matter what the frame it wore. It was more of a mockery of the mechanical body- like a freshly-minted medical student had taken access to loose parts and tried to play Primus with the Cybertronian frame. And the worst part was, they had succeeded. Despite all of the inconsistencies and incorrectly-placed parts, the resulting monstrosity was stronger, it was faster, and it was laying on the table before them.

And this was one of the weak ones. One of the hunters that served under Scourge, and under Cyclonus and Galvatron…

“Perceptor?” First Aid asked, venting slowly as he discarded the useless pipette. “What do we know about the manufacturer of the Sweeps?”

Perceptor didn’t answer First Aid at first. He was too focused on another part of the machinery- a deep laceration that had cleaved through the Sweep’s abdominal wiring. When he had looked at it pre-operation, it had been almost as long as his hand- now, as he’d measured it, it had shrunk by almost a fingertip.

He transformed into his alt mode, landing in microscope form on the operating table just next to the damaged area, and zoomed in- just to meet the same horror First Aid had discovered.

At the microscopic level at the very edge of the wound was a thin, blackish-purple lining- slowly creeping forward, filling empty space- and leaving healthy living-metal in its wake. The Sweep was regenerating its wounds just like an organic tumor, creeping forth and spreading its darkness, just like…

First Aid’s query rang in his audials. He transformed back, the energon churning in his fuel tank.

“They were first seen with the world-eater, Unicron.” He said gravely. “Along with the new warlord- Galvatron.”

There was a moment of dreadful silence as the two basked in their revelation, in the presence of a threat that was not even their own kind.

“Oh, Primus. Oh, Primus save us.” First Aid was the first to break the silence, burying his helm in his hands. “What do we tell Rodimus?”

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Excerpt Thriving: Dark Matter

↳ The empty elevator was a tight fit, and while it didn't have an impact on him one way or another, Thrive was acutely aware of Scot's presence behind him. The journey started with a heavy shudder from the car, and Thrive's eyes fell shut against the ascension. Silence soaked the space, settling onto their skins, both human in appearance, neither made with human cells.

"You've been a hard one to find of late," Scot murmured at his shoulder.

After a considerable pause during which Thrive opened his eyes again and watched the shadow of each floor pass through the translucent walls, he withdrew a deep breath. He said nothing at first.

Scot also didn't speak for another few floors. "...Some things have transpired that I'm not entirely sure you know about regarding Warren."

"It would be best, then, for me to continue not knowing about them, wouldn't it?" Thrive said immediately, his voice rich and stark in the cramped car.

"I am not the one at whom you should direct your ire."

Thrive swallowed, his brow pinched.

Scot's voice took on an interesting affectation—almost a husky half-whisper that fired off Thrive's neurons at an alarming rate. He stepped closer to Thrive, all but speaking directly into the back of his neck. "It's a bit odd that you're on the Node right now, considering your current standing with the entire kingdom."

"What are you getting at, Scot?"

"What did you discover when you ———?"

"I did what I was sent to do."

"You found the Emmuli, didn't you?"

Thrive was rendered speechless, here. He closed his mouth tightly, still not turning to look at Scot, and his jaw clenched tight enough to break teeth.

"You know." Scot leaned closer. "...You know their origins, their roots. You know, and you are possibly the only one alive who knows, and you have, metaphorically speaking, a target the size of a small planet on your back, now. You have simultaneously become the most hunted and the most dangerous entity in the known universe."

Thrive finally turned to Scot, towering over him, bearing down on him with an intense stare, an intimidating stare that had even the android a bit unnerved. Thrive's fiery emerald eyes met Scot's soft lavender ones, and breathable air seeped out the car at an alarming rate. Scot's facial seams blinked in warning, but he otherwise remained steadfast and cautious.

"...Even more dangerous than the Ammathu," Scot finished quietly.

"And, maybe foolishly," Thrive murmured, his own voice a low rumble in the small space of the elevator, "you, who knows the sordid details of my husband's most maddening affair—you, who not only did nothing to stop it, but encouraged it—are trapped in an enclosed space with me."

"You're going to terminate me."

"I could disintegrate you with a thought," Thrive growled in a whisper.

"Perhaps it would be beneficial to remember that you yourself told me I am just as alive as any of you."

Thrive paused again. He continued to glower at Scot, his eyes flashing with rage, his breathing short. Scot, on the other hand, kept a steady eye on him, waiting, scanning every change in Thrive's face and body language with his supercomputer mind.

He did not like what he saw.

"...Do it," Scot muttered.

The second the first word left Scot's mouth, Thrive bludgeoned him in the direct center of his forehead with a meteoric fist, knocking him into the wall. Scot crumpled immediately, his facial seams sputtering, a metallic fluid leaking out of the back of his head, a spurt of it splattering against the alloy paneling before it stopped. His irises spun into their exposed copper state, and he went still.

Thrive stood over him for a moment. Cracked his neck, flexed his hands. When the elevator reached his destination, he allowed the breathable air to return to the car before stepping off and striding away.

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The Snowman Who Danced and Died: A Reflective Essay on Erich Wolfgang Korngold’s Der Schneemann

I. Musical Architecture in a Child’s Hand: A Technical Analysis of Structure and Texture

Though composed by Erich Wolfgang Korngold at the astonishing age of 11, Der Schneemann (The Snowman) is not a mere juvenile curiosity. Structurally, the piece reflects a nascent mastery of form, motivic development, and a particularly refined approach to orchestration that anticipates Korngold’s later operatic and cinematic triumphs. Despite its format as a ballet-pantomime, the work unfolds with the logic and cohesion of a symphonic tone poem, shaped by dramatic intent and sophisticated harmonic language.

Form and Narrative Architecture

Der Schneemann follows a ternary macro-structure (A–B–A′) with embedded episodes, functioning somewhat like a programmatic suite but with fluid transitions rather than clear-cut movements. The opening "A" section introduces the thematic material—a bright, scampering dance for the snowman, presented in 6/8 time and centered around G major, which functions as a psychological “home key” of innocence and magic.

This theme is structurally polythematic rather than monothematic, with two secondary ideas appearing in quick succession: a lyrical rising motif in the oboe and flute, and a syncopated descending figure in the clarinet, possibly representing the children’s anticipation. These themes are organically developed throughout the piece via fragmentation, sequence, and re-orchestration.

The central “B” section (often referred to as the dramatic core of the ballet) modulates through chromatic mediants—from G major to B♭ minor, then D♭ major, and E minor—employing enharmonic pivots rather than traditional dominant relationships. This harmonic scheme is strikingly advanced, relying on non-functional chromaticism that prefigures Korngold’s late-Romantic modernism. In this section, contrapuntal textures and expanded instrumentation appear, including divisi strings, muted trombones, and celesta interjections that create a surreal and shadowed environment.

The return of the "A′" section is not a literal recapitulation but a transformed reappearance of earlier material, now tinged with nostalgia and decay. The snowman’s theme returns in E minor—the distant relative of G major—and is harmonized with dissonant extensions (minor ninths, diminished sevenths) that signal his impending demise. This manipulation of motivic contour combined with modal inflection is one of the most remarkable features of the piece.

Motivic Development and Transformation

Korngold’s early use of leitmotivic technique is nothing short of remarkable. The snowman’s theme, a staccato dotted-rhythm figure ascending a minor sixth and falling a fourth, is a quasi-scherzando motive first stated in the violins and later presented in woodwinds and brass. Over time, this motive is:

Inverted (melodic shape reversed) in the bassoons and horns

Augmented rhythmically (doubled note values) during the snowman’s dance

Dissolved into descending chromatic fragments at his melting, mimicking physical disintegration

The children’s theme, on the other hand, remains mostly diatonic and rhythmically regular—serving as a stabilizing anchor against the snowman’s increasing harmonic volatility.

Notably, there’s an unstated third motive associated with time and entropy—perhaps not a theme in the melodic sense, but a recurring harmonic gesture: descending whole-tone chords (frequently in the strings) that disrupt thematic clarity. This anticipates Korngold’s use of harmonic foreshadowing in his later operas such as Die tote Stadt.

Orchestration and Timbre as Dramatic Function

The orchestration of Der Schneemann is not just decorative—it is narratively integral. Korngold assigns thematic material to specific instrumental families, reinforcing character and scene. The snowman’s entrance, for example, is scored with glissandi harp, celesta, and muted high strings, creating a glittering aural frost. The antagonist’s material—heavily brassy, clustered in low registers—utilizes quartal harmonies and parallel minor triads for a threatening presence.

The composer also exhibits early understanding of Klangfarbenmelodie—the technique of passing a melodic line across different instruments for coloristic variety. This is especially evident in the snowman’s farewell, where a plaintive variation of the main theme is handed from English horn to solo violin to horn, each adding an emotional shade.

Dynamic contours are finely sculpted: sudden subito pianos, terraced crescendos, and textural thinning align perfectly with shifts in mood and choreography. Korngold even employs metric displacement (e.g., accenting off-beats in 6/8 to create metric ambiguity), especially in transitional passages where magical or uncanny effects are desired.

II. A Frosted Tale: Romanticism in a Melting World

At its heart, Der Schneemann is a tender narrative about innocence, imagination, and impermanence. The storyline—two children build a snowman who magically comes to life, dances joyously, and then melts—is deceptively simple. But through Korngold’s music, it acquires the emotional weight of a miniature Romantic tragedy.

The snowman is not just a whimsical figure but a projection of the children’s dreams, a totem of joy conjured by belief. His vitality, defined musically by shimmering textures and infectious dance rhythms, is ultimately unsustainable. His death is not violent but inevitable, as natural as the changing of seasons. The melting—portrayed with descending chromaticism and thinning orchestration—becomes a poignant metaphor for transience itself.

There is a deep sense of loss, even grief, in the final bars—not just for the children, but for the ephemeral beauty the snowman represented. This aligns Korngold’s tale with the broader fin-de-siècle aesthetic, where beauty is often fleeting, and magic is tinged with melancholy. The emotional arc feels distinctly Romantic, despite its brevity and youthful origins: joy, wonder, loss, and the quiet persistence of memory.

III. A Legacy in a Snowdrift: Rediscovery and Relevance

Der Schneemann enjoyed immediate success when premiered in Vienna in 1910, and it helped propel Korngold into the spotlight, gaining the endorsement of Gustav Mahler himself. Yet today, it remains overshadowed by his later operas (Die tote Stadt, Violanta) and his influential film scores (The Adventures of Robin Hood, King’s Row).

The piece's relative obscurity may be due to its unusual form—a ballet-pantomime too short for a full evening, too intricate for casual performance. But as modern audiences re-evaluate early 20th-century composers beyond the dominant modernist narrative, Der Schneemann has begun to reclaim its place as a remarkable early work by a prodigious voice. It exemplifies the transitional moment between Romanticism and modernity, Viennese sweetness and psychological disquiet.

In a cultural climate increasingly attuned to themes of impermanence, nostalgia, and the innocence of childhood, Korngold’s snowman speaks again. His joyful dance and inevitable melting feel oddly prescient—a symbol not only of fleeting wonder, but of art’s ability to freeze, however briefly, the warmth of human imagination in the coldest hour.

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‘It Doesn’t Harm Us’: Russian Scientist Busts Myths About Microplastics

Alarming Media Reports About The Harm of Microplastics To The Human Body and The Environment Are Greatly Exaggerated, Alexei Khokhlov Has Told RT

— 15 February 2025

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Microplastics are among the most widely discussed environmental topics today. The Media Often Highlights the Harmful Effects of Polymer Nanoparticles on Living Organisms. However, as head of the Department of Polymer and Crystal Physics at Moscow State University, and a member of the Russian Academy of Sciences, Alexei Khokhlov told RT, there is no scientific basis for these claims. Khokhlov argues that Microplastic Particles are No More Hazardous to Humans than Tiny Wood or Concrete Particles which exist in the environment in much greater quantities.

RT: In recent years, many scientific studies and media reports have been published about microplastics. What exactly are they made of?

Khokhlov: Microplastics are defined as fragments of polymer materials smaller than 5 mm. These particles can break down into even smaller micron-sized pieces, and there are also polymer nanoparticles.

We live in an era dominated by new materials. Just 100 years ago, the polymer industry was virtually nonexistent. The widespread use of plastics began in the 1950s, and today, approximately 400 million tons of various plastics are produced annually worldwide.

The main types of polymers include polyethylene, polypropylene, polyethylene terephthalate, polystyrene, and polyvinyl chloride. These materials are used to make plastic wrap, packaging, and so on. Essentially, we are surrounded by polymer materials; life today would be unimaginable without them.

RT: Is it true that microplastics are everywhere, even in our food and water?

Khokhlov: The molecular structure of polymers consists of long chains of monomer units. Interestingly, we are made up of polymers ourselves, since proteins, DNA and RNA chains are molecules of such type. As for their presence in the environment, particles from all natural and man-made materials find their way into the environment.

Nanoparticles of dust, sand, and natural polymers like cellulose can enter cells. Wood itself is essentially a composite material made from cellulose and lignin. Annually, around 2.5 billion tons of wood are produced globally, while plastics account for only 400 million tons. It’s a very small amount compared to natural polymers.

RT: How do microplastics affect living cells? Can particles penetrate cells and disrupt their function?

Khokhlov: Any material will break down into smaller particles as a result of environmental exposure. All nanoparticles can enter the human bloodstream, not just microplastics. For instance, walls gradually disintegrate into dust and sand, which also make their way into the human body. There is no evidence that microplastic particles are particularly harmful.

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Humanity has coexisted with ordinary dust for millions of years, and it doesn’t harm us. When any particle enters the human body, it is coated by biological fluids that include fragments of bacteria, proteins, etc. A ‘biocorona’, or coating made up of these fragments, forms around the particle, so it cannot affect the human organism. This process occurs with all particles, regardless of their composition — microplastics included. For the body, there is no difference between microplastics and dust.

Currently, plastic makes up only 15% of the total volume of solid waste. This is relatively low, and the concentration of microplastics in the environment remains minimal. Laboratory studies claiming harmful effects are often conducted using extremely high concentrations of microplastics that do not reflect real-world scenarios.

RT: If the environmental impact isn’t significant, why do you think the media and public are so concerned about this issue?

Khokhlov: Because the media needs sensational stories. The idea that wood particles can enter human cells isn’t shocking because wood is familiar to us and no one believes it could pose any risk. Synthetic polymers, however, evoke fear because they are unfamiliar and artificial. But there’s no evidence to suggest they act differently than other particles.

For example, there has been a lot of talk about eliminating plastic bottles since microplastics can get into the water. However, further research has shown that most of the microplastics found in water primarily come from polyamides, which are synthetic fibers used in textiles. When these fabrics are washed, tiny particles make their way into wastewater and eventually into our waterways.

RT: Can we replace plastic containers with alternatives that won’t break down into microplastics, or ones that would be made up of particles that are safe for nature and humans?

Khokhlov: There are always alternatives, but they tend to be much more expensive. And in many industries, such as healthcare, the alternative isn’t the same. For example, we can switch from single-use syringes and gloves to reusable options, but what will the consequences be?

In regions where access to clean water is inconsistent and sanitation is poor, single-use items and plastic bottles serve as the only means to avoid poisoning and infectious diseases.

However, it’s crucial to ensure that plastic packaging isn’t carelessly discarded outdoors but is properly disposed of. Out of 400 million tons of plastic, 300 million end up in landfills or incinerators, meaning that 100 million tons aren’t disposed of in an environmentally responsible manner. This is a significant issue that warrants attention and action.

Moreover, the primary sources of microplastics are not plastic utensils or packaging but washed [synthetic] clothes, worn automobile tires, urban dust, and even road markings and marine paint. This suggests that combating microplastics would require us to give up driving cars and using washing machines. But what would that lead to? People cannot forgo hygiene standards, and our current infrastructure and logistics cannot provide alternative solutions that would meet the needs of society.

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Best Center for Kidney Treatment – Advanced Nephrology Care at Preethi Hospitals, Madurai

Understanding Kidney Health: Why It Matters

Kidneys play a vital role in maintaining overall health by filtering toxins, balancing fluids, and regulating blood pressure. With increasing lifestyle disorders and genetic predispositions, kidney diseases are becoming more prevalent. Finding the best center for kidney treatment is crucial for managing and preventing further complications.

Common Kidney Diseases and Their Impact

Kidney ailments range from mild infections to chronic conditions that require long-term management. Some of the most common kidney-related issues include:

Chronic Kidney Disease (CKD): A progressive condition that can lead to kidney failure if untreated.

Kidney Stones: Hard deposits formed from minerals that cause severe pain and block urine flow.

Urinary Tract Infections (UTIs): Recurrent infections can damage the kidneys over time.

Polycystic Kidney Disease (PKD): A genetic disorder that causes cysts in the kidneys, impairing their function.

Kidney Failure: A severe condition requiring dialysis or kidney transplant.

Why Choose Preethi Hospitals, Madurai for Kidney Treatment?

Preethi Hospitals, Madurai, is recognized as one of the best centers for kidney treatment due to its comprehensive approach to nephrology care. The hospital provides state-of-the-art diagnostic tools, advanced treatment methods, and a patient-centric approach.

Advanced Diagnostic Facilities

Early detection is crucial for effective kidney treatment. Preethi Hospitals offers cutting-edge diagnostic tests, including:

Blood and urine tests to assess kidney function

Ultrasound and CT scans for structural analysis

Biopsy procedures for detecting chronic conditions

Expert Nephrology and Urology Care

At Preethi Hospitals, a dedicated team of nephrology specialists and urologists work together to provide personalized treatment plans. The hospital excels in treating both acute and chronic kidney conditions through:

Medical management of kidney disorders

Minimally invasive procedures for kidney stones and UTIs

Dialysis services for end-stage kidney disease

Kidney transplant programs for advanced cases

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For patients with chronic kidney disease, dialysis is a life-saving procedure that helps remove toxins and excess fluids from the body. Preethi Hospitals provides:

Hemodialysis and peritoneal dialysis options

Advanced dialysis machines for effective treatment

Strict infection control measures for patient safety

Minimally Invasive Treatments for Kidney Stones

Kidney stones are a painful and recurring issue for many individuals. At Preethi Hospitals, patients receive advanced treatments like:

Laser Lithotripsy: A non-invasive method that breaks down kidney stones using laser energy.

Shock Wave Lithotripsy (SWL): High-energy sound waves to disintegrate stones for easy passage.

Ureteroscopic Stone Removal: A precise procedure for larger stones that cannot pass naturally.

Comprehensive Kidney Transplant Services

For patients with end-stage renal disease, kidney transplantation is the best solution. Preethi Hospitals offers:

Pre-transplant evaluation and donor matching

Advanced surgical procedures with high success rates

Post-transplant care for long-term health

Lifestyle and Preventive Care for Kidney Health

Maintaining kidney health requires more than just medical treatment. At Preethi Hospitals, patients receive guidance on lifestyle changes to prevent kidney diseases, including:

Hydration: Drinking adequate water to flush out toxins.

Balanced Diet: Reducing salt, sugar, and processed foods to lower the risk of kidney damage.

Regular Exercise: Managing weight and blood pressure to protect kidney function.

Avoiding Unnecessary Medications: Overuse of painkillers can harm the kidneys over time.

Patient-Centric Approach and Holistic Care

Preethi Hospitals prioritizes patient care by offering:

24/7 emergency support for kidney-related conditions

Affordable treatment options for all economic backgrounds

Counseling and rehabilitation services for kidney disease patients

Conclusion: Trust Preethi Hospitals for the Best Kidney Care

If you are searching for the best center for kidney treatment, Preethi Hospitals, Madurai, is a trusted name in nephrology care. With advanced technology, expert medical professionals, and a holistic approach, the hospital ensures the best outcomes for kidney patients.

Prioritize your kidney health today—consult with the experts at Preethi Hospitals for world-class kidney care!

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Their ego is constantly undergoing ego death and rebirth. Due to environmental conditions, the borderline self was damaged beyond repair, and in defence rendered down into a super heated fluid state.

The experiences they underwent made their self seem useless. It was flimsy, burned to ashes, served no purpose. It was unable to defend them from the invading force. As a result the borderline had to develop a method of combusting their identity so that their enemy could not target them. They remain in a white hot fluid state, ready to transform into any shape required, moment by moment, in order to face down the attacker, no matter how unfair the contest. The heart of the borderline is ready to melt down worlds and galaxies.

This irrepressible challenge draws predators keen to feast. The borderline defence is to constantly create and shed the self, an endless line of sihouettes to draw fire, a conveyor of automations ready to do battle.

The borderline is doomed to walk between the worlds, forging new unstable identities, only to watch them collapse, only for the borderline to enter a state of disintegration and death of the self. At some point the survival instict will kick in, and the borderline will violently determine new but temporary boundaries.

Sometimes however this process proves too explosive. An estimated 10% of borderlines commit suicide. Prison populations are thought to range from 10–50% borderline sufferers, an uncertain number, due to the male form of the condition being misunderstood. Research on “Covert" BPD is a relatively new field, pioneered by Dr Sam Vaknin. Often male borderlines are misdiagnosed as ASPD, females as psychopaths.

As the borderline does not have a self, they mould and form their identity based upon the person they are with, based upon the envrionment they are in. Much like psychopaths or narcissists, their identity is a tool to gain what they need. However, due to the fragility of this construct, and the mere functional nature of this construct, the Other will either intentionally or accidentally cause it to fall apart, or the borderline will allow it to collapse once their needs have been achieved.

Even with the same person the borderline constantly changes their identity.

The constant pain of being torn apart and put together makes the world of fantasy far preferable to the tearing talons of reality. Often you will notice the borderline is not there, lost deep in another realm, scheming and plotting, a place which you cannot touch, nor would you want to.

But you will, as Cluster B is leaking into this world, through the chipping away by narcissists, the wrecking ball of psychopaths. A dark shadow passes across the globe, foreshadowing terror and horror the likes of which the planet has never seen.

The beaming borderline waits for you to take your hand and play with you as the bombs fall around, the starving tear at your pant leg, exultations of warlords blare from the speakers

The borderline must learn to relax and embrace the fear of nothingness, the deep sadness of disolving. It cannot be fought without anguish and all people will experience it on their final day. The borderline will recognise it as that constant companion come to take them home.

No hurry, there are things to do, and the self required to do them must be constantly forged anew.

Dragons to be slain, empires to be built, kings and queens to wed, an ancient evil to be put to rest.

Forever sweat and soot, hammer and tongs in the roaring furnace of the borderline heart.

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28/4/24

Format Final

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Prompt Dated : 2024 April 28

Response No : 1

Poem No: 44

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Prompt : Try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables.

You could also write a sijo in six lines – at least when it comes to translating classical sijo into English, translators seem to have developed this habit.

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Featured Poem :

Today’s featured participant is MellowYellow, which brings us a driving, musical poem in response to Day 27’s American sonnet prompt

Glass Heart Sonnet

Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

once you pity the fig tree because its roots

keep it moored in this unfortunate place

twice you are jealous when you know its branches

take joy in stroking strands of longhaired wind

she is a wild woman, cool and hip and tripping

on acid jazz, loose lipped and adlibbing, freestyle mix

just breathe he says, just drive he says to the fields

the painting is really bodily fluids, life of the artist

as is music and poetry, the amniotic, the vomit

lymph, blood and ejaculate of their spirit, such inspiration

can feel unpalatable, yet truth does not require your appetite

someone sings to the siren across the lake, it is France

birds be dub, be good to me and I won’t bend this heart

it’s made of glass, and facetted like freedom, and reflects

…

Saffron 2024

Prompt 27th April 2024

Write an “American sonnet.” What’s that? Well, it’s like a regular sonnet but . . . fewer rules? Like a traditional Spencerian or Shakespearean sonnet, an American sonnet is shortish (generally 14 lines, but not necessarily!), discursive, and tends to end with a bang, but there’s no need to have a rhyme scheme or even a specific meter.

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Poetry Resource :

Our featured resource for the day is Harriet Books, the Poetry Foundation’s online website devoted to poetry book reviews, poetry news, and poetry-themed blog poets.

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The Turmeric Poets (Part III)

BY VI KHI NAO

For myself, I have yet to find an interpretation that speaks of a potent tender rawness of the bucolic, aurous, inviting texture of “Đây Thôn Vĩ Dạ.” The poem holds the lunular strand of my existence on the prismatic brink of sedated, gilded mahogany, that deliquesced beige, dust-like state between disintegrated mortal recoil of a verdant, ephemeral, cognitive afternoon and my muted, ratiocinative love for a distant Vietnam. Despite encountering what many would consider a noteworthy translation by N.T. Anh in Modern Poetry Translation, the translation struck me as incomplete, somehow lacking or overly sanitized. Motivated by this sense of dissatisfaction, a form of constructive discontent, I embarked on the daunting task of crafting my own translation, drawing on the most authentic vernacular of my lexical lineage.

“Đây Thôn Vĩ Dạ.”

Here in Georgic Vĩ Dạ, translated by Vi Khi Nao

Won't you come visit georgic Vĩ ?

And, gaze at rows of newly awakened light

mounted on the areca trees

In satiny garden verdant as jade

As bamboo foliage hyphenates

& shades the field

Wind bands with wind, cloud with cloud

The river glides sadly while the cornflowers sway

Whose boat perches on the moonlit river

Will it escort the moon back in time tonight?

Musing of faraway travelants,

faraway travelants

Oh darling, your blouse so insolently

white, so insolently disguised

Here the smoke-smeared fog blurs the sylph

Mine or yours – whose love has more umami, is more profound?

Đây Thôn Vĩ Dạ by Hàn Mặc Tử

Sao anh không về chơi thôn Vĩ?

Nhìn nắng hàng cau nắng mới lên.

Vườn ai mướt quá, xanh như ngọc

Lá trúc che ngang mặt chữ điền.

Gió theo lối gió, mây đường mây,

Dòng nước buồn thiu, hoa bắp lay...

Thuyền ai đậu bến sông trăng đó,

Có chở trăng về kịp tối nay?

Mơ khách đường xa, khách đường xa,

Áo em trắng quá nhìn không ra...

Ở đây sương khói mờ nhân ảnh,

Ai biết tình ai có đậm đà?

In the act of translating the text, my aim was not to westernize it, but rather to capture its intrinsic 'nghệness' or its 'yellow spice,' endeavoring to extract not just superficial hints but the tunic of turmeric. Unlike the culinary process of taste-testing a dish to ensure the right balance of salt, pepper, paprika, and turmeric, translation is more about the nuanced garment of soul and soil. It involves posing the correct questions for appraisal. I consistently interrogate myself: does this poetic re-concoction contain an adequate infusion of yellow? Does it bear (bà gánh) the right measure of 'nghệ' or 'duende'? Does it appropriately shoulder the precise weight of (xứ) nghệ?

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Prompt : Try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.

You could also write a sijo in six lines – at least when it comes to translating classical sijo into English, translators seem to have developed this habit, as you can see from these translations of poems by Jong Mong-Ju and U Tak.

The Faithful Heart

Jong Mong-Ju

1320 – 1392

Though this body die and die,

though it die a hundred times;

though these bones bleach and pulverize to dust;

whether my soul will be or will not be––

This heart was pledged to my lord:

how could it ever change?

Jong Mong-Ju, born in 1320, was an ambassador, and a poet. He was assassinated in Taejong in 1392.

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2060

U Tak

1263 –1343

The spring breeze melted away the snow

on the hills and was quickly gone without a trace

Would that I borrowed it briefly

to blow through my hair;

I wish to blow away the ageing frost

thickening behind my ears.

This poem is in the public domain. Classical Korean Poetry: More Than 600 Verses since the 12th Century (Fremont, California: Asian Humanities Press, 1994).

U Tak, born in 1263, was a Korean philosopher of neo-Confucianism and poet. He died in 1343.

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Poem Title : Impotence

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Spring after spring has come and gone with its plum blossom promising

High hopes that rise like frothy waves towards the sky to pluck the moon

Branches bear fruit, waves fish and weed : hopes ebb, fade infertile.

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Poet : Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia

Poem 44 / Day 28

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Day 28

We’re in the home stretch now, with just three days left to go in this year’s Na/GloPoWriMo!

Today’s featured participant is MellowYellow, which brings us a driving, musical poem in response to Day 27’s American sonnet prompt.

Our featured resource for the day is Harriet Books, the Poetry Foundation’s online website devoted to poetry book reviews, poetry news, and poetry-themed blog poets.

Finally, our optional prompt for the day asks you to try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.

You could also write a sijo in six lines – at least when it comes to translating classical sijo into English, translators seem to have developed this habit, as you can see from these translations of poems by Jong Mong-Ju and U Tak.

Happy writing!

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I am disintegrating into a fluid like state.

It is pleasant

[durgagums]

Guar Gum Powder: An Adaptable Substance with a Wide Range of Uses

In the realm of food and industrial products, there exist many unsung heroes – substances that quietly revolutionise our lives without garnering the attention they deserve. Guar Gum Powder is one such unsung hero, an unassuming ingredient with a multitude of applications in diverse industries. From food processing to oil drilling, this natural, plant-based polymer plays a pivotal role. In this article, we will delve into the world of guar gum powder, exploring its origins, properties, and a range of applications that make it a vital ingredient in various sectors.

Origins of Guar Gum Powder:

Guar gum powder is derived from the guar plant, scientifically known as Cyamopsis tetragonoloba, primarily grown in countries like India, Pakistan, and the United States. This leguminous plant has been cultivated for centuries, primarily for its seeds, which house the precious guar gum. Guar gum extraction is a fascinating process that involves dehusking, milling, and sieving to obtain the fine white powder. This natural and biodegradable product has found its place in numerous industries due to its unique properties.

Properties of Guar Gum Powder:

One of the most remarkable characteristics of guar gum powder is its ability to act as a thickening and stabilising agent. When added to liquids, it forms a viscous gel, making it invaluable in the food industry for various applications. Guar gum is also a water-soluble fibre, which not only enhances its application in food but also contributes to its health benefits.

This gum is known for its ability to improve the texture and shelf life of food products while also offering a gluten-free alternative for those with dietary restrictions. Additionally, it has a neutral taste and odour, which makes it ideal for use in various culinary creations.

Food Industry Applications:

Guar gum powder has a wide array of applications in the food industry. It is used as a thickening and stabilising agent in a variety of products, including salad dressings, soups, sauces, and ice creams. Its ability to prevent the formation of ice crystals in ice cream is particularly notable. In gluten-free baking, guar gum is often used to mimic the binding properties of gluten, making it a valuable ingredient in products like gluten-free bread and cookies. Furthermore, it plays a crucial role in the production of gluten-free pasta, providing the desired texture and consistency.

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Textile and Paper Industries:

In the textile industry, guar gum is employed as a sizing agent to add strength and texture to fabrics. This application enhances the weaving process and prevents breakage during manufacturing. In the paper industry, guar gum powder is used as a binder and densifier to improve the quality of paper products.

Conclusion:

Guar gum powder may not be a household name, but its versatility and wide-ranging applications make it an indispensable ingredient in various industries. Derived from the humble guar plant, this natural and biodegradable product plays a pivotal role in the food industry, pharmaceuticals, cosmetics, oil and gas, textiles, and paper manufacturing. Its remarkable properties, including thickening, stabilising, and water-solubility, continue to shape and improve countless products we encounter in our daily lives. Guar gum powder may remain unnoticed on most ingredient lists, but its impact on the quality and functionality of products across industries is undeniable.

[foreverrogers]

james: one day peter makes a web in your apartment for you two to lay down on! but it’s perfect for eating on too 😉

peter's cooking up some new web fluid and wants to test its... endurance

sorry in advance that this isn't that smutty my brain stopped working <3

cw: smut!! 18+!!! teasing, fingering, peter parker has ulterior motives {1k}

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

"babe! come in here!"

six hours after peter had locked himself into your bedroom, your first thought is finally.

he gets in these little fixations sometimes, when he has a new idea and has to inact it immediately, won't let anybody else see what he's diligently tinkering away at until he's absolutely certain its perfect.

"pete." hand still frozen on the handle, you take in the state of your room, thin strands of webbing dripping from the ceiling and the desk and the dressers, slowly disintegrating before your eyes. you feel a light string of it fall onto you from above, and when you move to untangle the substance from your hair your fingers come away sticky.

"yeah, it's a mess, i know, i'll clean it up later, promise, just look."

peter gestures towards the dense lattice of webs that stretches across the other side of the room, extends wall to wall over your bed, a different type than any you had ever seen him use before.

you walk towards it slowly, examining the thin sheet closely as you reach out to touch it. it gives a little under your pressure, but holds surprisingly tough as you lean against it.

"how did you..." you turn to him, and peter is beaming so proud and wide you forgive him for the mess in an instant.

"it's a new formula, kinda like a... web bomb. for catching people, hopefully."

"is it strong enough?"

"that's kinda what i was hoping you could, uh... help me with."

you raise your eyebrows a little, watch the light blush that tinges his cheeks and decide not to question his request.

you lean forward, both hands pressed against the web now, taut under your touch as you place more and more of your weight against it. once you're confident it'll hold you bring one knee up, slowly crawl up onto the swaying surface until you're feet lift up from the ground.

you turn lightly, sitting and leaning against your palms, hold your breath as you let the web bounce you up and down like the springs of a mattress. there's no creaking as it steadies, keeps you hovering above the bed with ease. peter grins at you, and you grin back.

peter's not as cautious as you were, dives headfirst beside you and makes you grip onto the edge of the web to stop it from propelling your body onto the floor.

you squeal a little, a light sound that melts into a giggle that peter happily shares with you, hand shooting out to your wrist to keep you steady.

"seems pretty strong to me," you mutter, still smiling, and when peter meets your eyes again he looks so happy you could melt.

his expression turns more thoughtful, edged with a mischief that makes you unsure what he's about to suggest next. "still need to test how much movement it can take, though."

"what did you have in mind?"

peter raises his brows at you, tilts his head with a light smile on his lips and blush darkening in his cheeks. there's a glint in his eye, undoubtedly, blatantly suggestive.

you narrow your eyes at him. "peter parker, was this all an elaborate rouse to build a sex swing in our home?" you try to sound a little scandalised with the end of it, our home, as if you and peter hadn't committed far more scandalous acts in bed together.

"no," he defends immediately, but he's still got that smirk on his face, and as he shifts to lay on his side and press up on one elbow the hand at your wrist moves to dance over your thigh. "i just didn't get to touch you this morning."

it's a devastating thing to hear, objectively, devastating to your heart rate and the state of your underwear. you try to swallow it down. "yeah, because you evacuated the room as soon as you got up. got ejected from my own bed at eight in the morning."

peter's smile widens a little, leans closer, fingers just inching between the legs you make a point of squeezing shut. "let me make it up to you, then."

your eyes soften a little, not only because the warmth of his hand between your legs is impossibly tempting, but because it was useless to try to stay even mock annoyed at him for any amount of time.

then, because you don't reply quick enough, "for science?"

it makes you laugh, and peter takes it as a cue to hover even closer, dips his head to kiss the peak of your jaw and slowly back up to your lips. "you know nothing gets me hornier than science."

peter's kiss is soft at first, all warm and innocent despite the way you relent to his attempts, let up a little to let him part your legs and slot his hand perfectly over you. "you're joking..." another kiss, chastely pressed to your lips before he starts down the other side of your jaw, waits until he's just beside your ear to continue speaking. "but i see the way you look at me in those lab coats at school."

"pete," you say, one part warning and two parts pleading, and you can feel him smile as his hand moves to unbutton your jeans and quietly sneak beneath the fabric of your underwear.

he's still not really touching you, palm pressed feather light against your clit as two fingers dip in just enough to feel how soaked you already are. "want me to put it on for you?"

"i believe you were saying something about-" you gasp lightly, a shallow inhale at the feeling of his fingers sinking into you. he brings his face back above yours, just so he can smile at you and watch the struggle on your face as you attempt to keep up your attitude. "something about making it up to me?"

"oh, i will, honey," he mutters, leans down to kiss the corner of your lips. "don't you worry."

come join my 1.5k sleepover!

[i-am-a-scholar-of-magic]

The Titan’s Humors

As I’ve mentioned many times before, one of my favorite aspects of “The Owl House” is the setting: a rich tapestry of the macabre, toned down for ages six to eleven. Everything from the buildings covered in bones and eyes to the Titan’s skull on the horizon reminds the viewers of the semi-organic, pseudo-hellish setting, and it’s awesome to see the showmakers’ imaginations on display. 

One piece of lore was offered in a throwaway line at the beginning of “Them’s The Breaks, Kid,” while teenaged Eda and Lilith are quizzing each other on the way to school: the idea of the “Titan’s Five Humors,” earth, blood, bone, bile, and breath. That's an intriguing concept if you think about it. And as no one seems to have picked much up on this, I thought I’d take a crack at it. 

First off, let’s review what “humors” are in real life, also explained in earlier posts. The “Humorist” theory of medicine developed by the physicians and philosophers of Ancient Greece, and then adopted by the Romans and Medieval Europeans. It postulated that the body is filled with four “humors” or major fluids: blood, phlegm, “black” bile, and “yellow” bile. The balance or imbalance of these humors within the body was thought to cause various ailments before the development of germ theory in the 1850s. Each was also tied to one of the classic four temperaments: sanguine, choleric, melancholic, and phlegmatic. 

This denotes that witches have classified five substances of the Boiling Isles leftover from the Titan whose decomposing body forms them. 

We have quite a bit of lore on Titan’s Blood, compared to the others. It is a rare, violet fluid rich in natural magic. It can be used to create portals to the human realm, and can even do so naturally, and also be used as a potent power source. 

The others are only mentioned in this episode, and therefore mostly my own conjecture. 

Earth seems simple enough. Marriam-Webster defines “earth” as “the solid footing formed of soil : ground.” Considering the flesh of a corpse - even one as vast as the Titan - eventually turns into nutrient-rich soil through decomposition, it is easy to determine that “earth” is the soil of the Boiling Isles upon which witches and demons live and that nurtures its various creepy and dangerous plants. 

Bone is a bit trickier to figure out, but the architecture of the society of the Isles may give us a clue. Many buildings seem to at least partially be made of massive bones and fangs, often in decorative fashions. This may demonstrate that the Titan’s bones are mined as a building material, much like marble or granite in real life. 

Bile has some seriously awesome connotations. It is established early-on that magic in witches and biped demons comes from a sac of magic bile attached to their hearts. This might imply that the Titan had magic bile of his own! Assuming any remains, it would likely be an even more potent source of raw magic than the Titan’s blood! However, bile is never shown or otherwise mentioned on-screen. 

Finally, Breath has some interesting ideas of its own. Considering the Titan has been dead for thousands of years, he clearly hasn’t breathed in some time. It is also worth noting that gasses tend to escape a corpse very early in the decomposition process. However, given the potent magic of the Titan and the Isles, it is possible that the air trapped in the Titan’s lungs when it died was imbued with similar magic as his blood. In my mind, this is analogous to natural gas and also used as a fuel or power source for the inhabitants of the Isles. 

It is worth noting that I have tied parallels to each of these humors with natural resources of our own world, all of which have one thing in common: they are non-renewable. While the Isles are likely not going to disintegrate into the Boiling Sea any time soon, these substances clearly have a limited capacity that cannot be replenished. Titan’s Blood is outright stated to be rare in the modern age. 

It seems the Children of the Isles need to be aware of conservation, too. Who would have thought?

Thanks for reading! More to come …!

[dandelion-sugar]

𝐅��𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.

[silversatoru]

Hi love! ❤️

Mkay so like.... Suguru walks in and finds out his gf has a cam acc- and just like straight up ruins her online

This has been on my mind all day but idfk how to write it

a/n: AHAH hey babe!!! this concept is 😌👌 so i hope i did you proud w this. also if ur really into the whole getting-ruined-online concept and you fuck w dabi may i recommended @katslutski ‘s smile for the camera series; it is one of my favs

getou suguru x f!reader

tags/warnings: masturbation, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, filming, facial, mild bondage, mild overstimulation

w/c: 1.4k

you rubbed your clit in rushed circles, projecting a cluster of fake high-pitched moans and arching your back for the camera. it really didn’t feel that great, but you were damn good at pretending it did — and the cash was flowing in as a result. 

you could see the notifications of donations and new patrons popping up on the side of your screen and you let a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. these fuckers were so horny that they’d send you stacks of their income just to see you fondle your cunt — pigs.

between the blood rushing to your ears from your approaching orgasm and the soft music playing through you room you didn’t even notice the sound of your front door opening. you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s presence in your home until he was standing in your bedroom doorway — a confused but amused expression across his face. 

“am i interrupting something?” he cocked an eyebrow at you. 

“suguru! i thought you were busy today, i-” you scrambled to explain yourself and grab a sheet from your bed to pull over your exposed body. 

“plans changed,” he shrugged and cut you off, entering your bedroom, “maybe you should start locking your front door when you’re doing shit like this”. 

you stared at him with horrified eyes, worried that he might break up with you for this kind of thing — he didn’t seem mad but he definitely wasn’t happy either. you quickly lunged for your laptop/camera set-up, attempting to end your livestream, but suguru moved quicker. he grasped your wrist in his strong fingers and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

“leave it on, doll,” he purred at you, releasing your wrist and pushing you back towards the bed, “go ahead and finish the show for them”. 

completely stunned, you fell back onto your elbows and gave him a hesitant look. it’s not like you were embarrassed or anything— shit, you did this like every day, but you were severely confused by his reaction.

he nodded at the computer screen with hazy eyes, “they’re waiting. why are you so shy all of the sudden? you should be used to having an audience”. 

after a final moment of hesitation you leaned back, fingers returning down to your clit to resume where you’d left off. it was a little more awkward with suguru watching, but the way he was ordering you around was kind of hot, so your stiffness quickly faded.

and you knew your body well, what worked and what didn’t, so it was only a matter of minutes before you were rocking your hips into your hand and letting exaggerated whimpers slide between your teeth. the orgasm was mediocre at best, but you had to dress it up and wrap it in a bow for your precious patrons.

at some point during your little show suguru had rid himself of his clothing and was now climbing into the messy sheets with you. 

“let me see your hands,” he stated blankly, his fingers gripped around the belt that had been looped through his pants just a few minutes ago. 

“this is live you know,” you gave him a concerned look — you were confused but not opposed, holding your hands out behind your back.

“oh, i know,” he took care in gently wrapping your wrists together as tight as the belt would go and then helped you onto you knees.

the duskiness of his eyes filled you with a splendid mix of fear and excitement, but before you could even get a good look you were being shoved into the bed.

“put your face in the pillows, doll,” he ordered lazily as you faceplanted into one of the several pillows at the head of your bed.

his strong hands were quickly gripped around your hips, the tip of his rock-hard member brushing teasingly against your entrance. you were already practically dripping, the sticky liquids from your earlier orgasm still glistening around your edges. it made his access easy, his aching cock sliding with little effort.

“let’s show all of your fans how much of a dumb cock-whore you become when i’m inside you,” he thrusted using hard, firm strokes right from the start.

and of course he was absolutely right — you lost any inkling of a coherent thought once you were stuffed full with his length. you moaned, whimpered, and squirmed underneath him like the pathetic little cam girl you were. but with suguru, none of your performance was a façade — he truly knew how to make you melt under his touch. and melted and useless was exactly how he liked you, so he had every intention of fucking you dumb in front of your audience today.

and that’s exactly what he did. it was his own foul way of punishing you; turning you into a drooling cum-slut who had completely forgotten she was being broadcasted live. if you wanted to be a whore for a living, he’d show everyone just how much of a whore you were — but only for him. 

you’re not even sure how long it’s been — all you know is that you’re orgasming for the fourth time; or was it the fifth? sixth? you’d lost count somewhere along the way.

dull waves of pleasure racked through your body and sent quivers under your skin. you whined and wriggled, murmuring incoherent babbles as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock to milk the most out of your climax.

“that’s five times, baby,” suguru’s voice sounded miles away, “my dick feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”

you thrashed your head up and down against the pillow, mumbling the word yes over and over as your body twitched from overstimulation. glistening mixtures of fluids were squelching out as he continued thrusting into your cunt, some dripping all the way down your legs.

and he didn’t let you take any breaks — nonstop fucking you even while your pussy was throbbing with sensitivity. the overstimulation was excruciating, and you were a complete mess of trembles and whimpers.

“so pitiful,” you heard a dark laugh rumble from his throat, “there’s thousands and thousands of people watching you be my disgusting little fuck-toy right now, and you’re just gonna keep taking it, aren’t you?”

you weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly. your brain had short circuited a while ago, and you were just absent mindedly nodding your head and mumbling agreements to everything he said. the pillowcase beneath your head was nearly soaked in saliva now too, your feeble mouth hanging open while drool continued to seep from the corners of your lips. 

“i think i want you to finish me with your mouth, doll, how does that sound?” he slowed his pace, pushing lazy thrusts into your hips while you mindlessly nodded your head again. 

“pathetic little baby; you have no idea what i’m even saying to you right now, do you?” you heard suguru laughing from behind you; but all you could manage in response was a few scattered whimpers. 

he abruptly unsheathed himself from inside you, and strangled whines escaped your throat at his sudden absence. no! more, please, please, suguru please, you murmured with an embarrassing lack of control and your boyfriend couldn’t do anything but laugh at you in your shameful state.

“turn around and open those pretty lips,” he reached down and helped you to flip over before straddling your chest and pressing his hot, sticky member against your lips. 

you opened them graciously, too braindead to even notice the bitter taste of his precum mixed with your own fluids. he mouth-fucked you with obscene force, the walls of your throat painfully expanding every time he thrusted in. you choked and sputtered, drool leaking down your lips and all over your chin. 

when suguru’s own orgasm was right on the cusp he removed himself from your mouth and sprayed his seed all over your face. from your forehead to your chest you were coated in sticky globs of semen, and you sucked down the drips that made it into your mouth like they were liquid gold. 

“lets see how many of your precious viewers come back after this — now that they saw you disintegrate into the helpless little cum slut that you are, now that they know you’re mine”.