#geek questions geek answers

[geekstudio]

What countries will the Queer Readings pins ship to? I couldn’t find it on the Kickstarter

Right now I have it set up for Canada, USA, the EU and the UK. If you are outside of these areas just let me know and I can look up the shipping price to add it as an option!

Just be aware that for countries with VAT you would be covering it yourself when it gets to you.

[exhausted-archivist]

My biggest wish and excitement for Veilguard is the food lore, the mega fauna, and the ability to rip out everyone’s model so I can see if they repeated the atrocities of Bears in Frostbite ™️ that happened in Inquisition.

Also to see if they changed anyone’s (Harding, Varric, or Solas) heights.

[jesncin]

Process and brainstorming the cover for Sons of Mars! I wanted to avoid more straightforward ideas for a cover and go for something artsy, while taking inspiration from the fun bombastic colors of Joshua Middleton's MM Identity covers.

[shima-draws]

Hi hi hi Shima! I know that you probably get asked this a lot and I'm not trying to be rude or pushy or anything I'm just curious. Do you have plans on finishing the Yujikiri reunion fic on your A03 or is that on hold indefinitely? I just wanted to ask cause I've been on the edge of my seat in anticipation. Also let me just say I love your art and am also excited for your original works too! All your characters are interesting and the character designs are AMAZING 💕💕💕

Hey!! (Sorry I am answering this so late lmao)

I do have plans to finish it, yes!! I can't say when I'll work on it again since I'm not in the SAO fandom right now but I'm sure once I go back and rewatch the series and get back into it I'll be dusting the cobwebs off that fic :"D

Yujikiri is one of my favorite ships of all time and I also just. Really love that fic so I would like to finish it someday! I'm glad you're enjoying it too 👉👈

And tysm for the compliments aaaa I appreciate it a lot!! 💖

[thatonegeekygirl]

im even more confused than before if thats possible, i applaud your randomness 👏🏻

[valentine-love99]

I got this algebra textbook off from Goodwill since I actually likes algebra. I decided to try out logarithms to see if I can do it which I still got it! I remember why I like to do logorithms because it was fun to answer by combine and separate the expressions.

[13thpythagoras]

tw gross / biology / hot take (lol sorry I'm having to design the same type of signs for my bathrooms lol)

Chivalrous alternative for my well hung brothas out there who cannot sit on the toilet and pee with any dignity:

Take a knee to take a pee

no on the real, I know a lot of guys were raised by single moms or dads who were shall we say unenlightened on this topic, so this info is news to many

but you have to take a knee to take a pee if you're a guy with a dick longer than 4 inches lol sitting on the toilet with any kind of a dick is just rough. Even taking a poo without intimately humping porcelain is basically "my own personal Vietnam" lol and I'm sure every guy with a dildo dick deals with this... ngl peeing with a bent dick is the fast lane to a UTI and if you sit down on the toilet as a remotely well-hung guy you're either humping internal toilet porcelain or bending yourself in there to avoid such contact thus one cannot sit and pee without basically burning the insides of your urethra lmao thus it's just essential to take a knee to pee as a guy who's remotely well hung... and side note obviously I've been searching for one toilet out there with space for a dick and it doesn't exist, it's a unique and original thought, sadly and apparently #bathroombiology

and it all almost went without saying that peeing standing up is a non-starter, it just results in a firehose of spashback and unless you're ready to thoroughly mop multiple times after each pee then just pull a ffkn Kaep and take a damn knee to take a pee lol

meanwhile notes put up by the guy hired by my dad to help with foreign guests at his little ryokan in rural japan (“my english is not perfect,” said the guy earnestly. “but i think i can always get the meaning across.” “great,” said my dad. “that’s all that matters.”):

[esonetwork]

Fishing For Answers

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Fishing For Answers

Fishing for answers to some of life’s most intriguing questions on this week’s episode of HCWT.

Join Shawn and Leah as they ask each other the hard-hitting questions of the universe. We’re not talking about favourite colours or numbers here. Is reincarnation real? What is your favourite thing about yourself? These are the types of queries we have on this podcast episode. While you’re listening to the show, try to anticipate our answers. And, after that, think about your own ideas and the answers you may have to these questions. We would love to hear your thoughts. Send your answers, or any email ideas to havecoffeewilltravelpod@gmail.com

If you want to share the podcast topic with your loved ones, we would be grateful. In fact, ask your friends and loved ones similar questions. To get to know someone better, start with open-ended questions that encourage sharing personal experiences, opinions, and values. These questions allow for more detailed answers and deeper conversations. Remember to listen actively and be genuinely interested in their responses. At any rate, this approach helps build rapport and creates a comfortable space for further conversation.

Here are some examples: Open-ended questions:

What’s your favorite way to spend a weekend? 

What is a cause you feel strongly about? 

What’s your dream job? 

What brings you in a good mood? 

What’s something you love learning about? 

How do you like to stay updated on current events? 

What’s a book you’d recommend? 

Where have you always wanted to travel to? 

What’s a skill you’re proud of? 

Do you enjoy fishing for answers?

Also on this episode, we talk about our recent Etsy shop sales. Both Shawn and Leah have Etsy stores where they sell many different types of items. With a special focus on pop culture items, both Shawn and Leah try to focus on excellent customer service. Leah’s store is collectandcaston and Shawn’s shop is found at rustedrobottoys

This week’s podcast promo: Cigar Nerds

[arctic-hands]

When I was a teenager and still on Neopets I was part of a pretty big Star Trek guild and eventually became part of its council, with the solemn duty of creating weekly polls. Well one day I created the poll "Which would win in a fight? Borg Cube or Death Star?". Naturally, since this was a Star Trek guild, the answer was overwhelmingly "Borg Cube", but someone did have the rationality to point out we were biased.

So I look up a pretty prominent Star Wars guild and message one of their council and ask them to poll the same question and get back to me in a week. They do, and naturally the fuckin geeks said "Death Star".

So then I look up a Stargate guild and messaged the lead council member, saying the same thing, and they get back to me almost immediately saying that the Death Star would immediately one-shot a Borg Cube but they would never be able to do it again to another Cube. And I took that wisdom back to my guild and we were mollified, and for one moment the Nerd World was peaceful.

[thankyouforthev3n0m]

if you were an alien what would be the human custom that intrigues you the most or you find to be most endearing

i’ve been thinking about this question for all of the three hours that it has been sitting in my inbox

and i have come up with a few answers

1. tattoos (and really any other type of piercing or body modification) like..wdym you’re stabbing yourself with a bunch of little needles covered in ink?

2. pulling teeth. specifically pulling baby teeth to make room for adult teeth. that’s just weird as shit anyway

3. um FUCKING FAX MACHINES???

also this is me as an alien

[steddiehyperfixation]

silly little thing for my @steddiebingo prompt: nerds | 758 words | G/T |

"Hey, maybe he can help," Robin says, sweeping a hand towards Dustin who's just walked into Family Video for his regularly scheduled afterschool bug Steve and Robin time, interrupting their conversation.

"Oh come on." Steve shakes his head. "The kid doesn't want to hear about my trash heap of a love life."

"Oh, no, I absolutely want to hear about that." Dustin perks up at the opportunity to learn about Steve's trivial suffering.

"We're trying to figure out why Steve goes on a million dates but can't seem to find someone he actually likes," Robin fills Dustin in. "Tell him, Steve."

Steve groans, dragging his hands over his face before splaying them out sarcastically, as that's the only thing he can really do in protest right now. Dustin's looking at him expectantly, and Steve has no choice but to tell the kid all about Linda and Heidi and Brenda and Lucy and whoever else he's been out with recently, doing his best to answer any subsequent questions as PG as possible.

"Well of course you haven't found the one yet, you keep trying to date a bunch of normal, basic, girly girls. That's not your type," Dustin informs him once Steve's done talking.

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Oh, it isn't?"

"You can't really be that stupid, can you?"

"No, please, Henderson, enlighten me on what you think my type is."

"You're into nerds," he says like it's completely obvious.

Steve scoffs. "I am not into nerds. You know, just because I hang around you little weirdos all the time does not actually mean I want to hang around even more weirdos in all the other aspects of my life too."

"Seriously, Steve, think about it," Dustin argues. "Think of all the girls you've actually been really genuinely into in your life. They've all been nerds! Nancy-"

"- is not a nerd."

"She's a straight-A student and a journalism super geek. She's a nerd."

Steve rolls his eyes and sighs grudgingly. "Alright, fine, but-"

"And you were into Robin-"

Robin wrinkles her nose. "Ugh, don't remind me."

"-who you can't deny is definitely a nerd," Dustin continues.

"You know what, actually, he does have a point," Robin says.

Steve looks at her in betrayal. "Don't encourage him!"

"That girl you told me about that you liked in middle school who was super into Star Trek, and the other one who wanted to write a fantasy novel one day- oh and the elementary school crush who was always reading a new book every day..." Robin lists, ticking each one off on her fingers.

"I told you all that in confidence!"

"They were all nerds!"

"Exactly." Dustin grins, vindicated and insufferably smug. "Ergo, you, Steve Harrington, need to find yourself a nerd."

"I am not into nerds!" Steve protests hopelessly.

"What more proof do you need?" Dustin says. "You're into nerds."

"Totally into nerds," Robin concurs.

Steve huffs and throws up his hands. "Fine! I'll admit I'm into nerds if it will make you two shut up about it!"

Eddie happens to wander into the previously empty store at that exact moment, catching the tail end of the conversation as he approaches the counter. "What's all this about nerds?"

Steve freezes, glances Eddie over and stares at him strangely for a few long seconds. "Holy shit," he mutters.

His gaze cuts to Robin, whose eyes go wide when she meets his look. "Holy shit," she agrees.

"Oh my god."

"Oh my god."

"Dude."

"Dude!"

Eddie blinks at them. "Are you two having some sort of joint stroke or something?" He looks at Dustin as if the kid might have a better clue of what's going on. "Can you understand them?"

Dustin shrugs, equally mystified. "Don't look at me, man. They're weird."

The incomprehensible parroting conversation is still going on.

"Okay," Steve's saying, taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling determinedly.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay." Robin grins and shoves at his shoulder.

Steve finally turns back around and leans on the counter in front of Eddie with a classically charming smile. "So, Eddie, are you free on Saturday?"

Eddie smiles back despite his confusion. "Yeah-"

"Oh my god!" Dustin bursts out suddenly.

"Oh my god," Robin agrees with a knowing smirk.

Eddie glances at Dustin. "Oh no, not you too."

Steve exhales a long-suffering sigh and pushes himself off the counter, marching around to grab Eddie by the hand and drag him away from Dustin and Robin. "So. Saturday?"

"He's into nerds," Dustin whispers, wide-eyed.

Robin nods sagely. "He's into nerds."

[chaoticwriting]

Streamer Danny

Everyone has a hobby or something they like to do. For Cass, that is watching Danny's stream. She doesn't know why but Danny's voices are very soothing and pleasant to hear. And it's not even just her that thought that. Every single one of Danny's fans say the same thing.

It is also a plus that Danny always talks using simple English. It makes it easier for her to learn how to speak and even read. Her favorite streams are the streams where Danny just sits and chats with the viewers. Not to say she doesn't like the other contents but there is just something nice to hear him answer her questions about himself.

No. She totally doesn't have a crush on that guy Steph. He doesn't even know her. How can she have a crush on someone that she never met before.

One thing she takes notes is the concerning things Danny sometimes says online. Like how he is half dead. Or something about a creepy godfather or something. Cass tries to look into him more with Tim's help (No Tim. She doesn't have a crush on this guy. And it's not creepy at all to stalk his personal information like this.) but finds practically nothing online about him except for his streaming channel and his hometown being somewhere in Illinois.

Danny also sometimes brings in guests to either interview or play video games with. There is Tucker, tech geek. He apparently is the one that sets up Danny's devices so that he can stream easily. Then there is Sam. His ex-girlfriend best friend. They talk about a lot of things mostly plants and ecosystems. There are also his sisters. Ellie is also a recurring guest. She often comes on stream and shares her travel experience and tips when traveling. Then there is Jazz who works as a psychiatrist at Arkham. And also is apparently working part-time for Red Hood.

Cass almost goes crazy when she hears that. She contemplates going to Jason to blackmail ask Jason to introduce Danny to her. Cass barely hesitates and the next thing anyone knows, Cass is inside Jason's apartment sitting on his couch nibbling on the freshly baked cookies Jason has on his counter.

Jason: *Walks out from his bedroom* Wtf! Where the hell did you come from?

Cass: *Stares*

Jason: Uggh. What the hell do you want?

Cass: Do you know Jazz?

Jason: *Tense* Why do you want to know?

Cass: Introduce me to her brother.

Jason: Danny? Why the hell do you wanna meet her?

Cass: A fan.

Jason: A fan? A fan of what? Wait. Danny did do the live streaming shit. Are you talking about that?

Cass: *Nods*

Jason: Whatever. Just don't fucking enter my house like that next time. I will call you to tell you when he is free.

Cass: *Smiles* Thank you.

Jason: Yeah yeah.

-Other place-

Danny: And that's it for today's stream people. I think I can stream again tomorrow but let's see if plans can keep up with change.

Chat: We want you to sing!

Danny: I will think about it in the next stream. Anyway see you later guys.

Chat: Bye!

Turning off the stream, Danny tiredly releases a sigh. Danny doesn't know why everyone wants him to sing. As far as Danny remembers, his voice has always been okay at best. He remembers getting mocked by Dash and his group when they participated in a choir when they were 10. Since then, Danny swears that he will never sing again.

What Danny likes though is dancing. Especially, ballet. He always likes the way the dancer expresses their emotions through body movements. The way they express anger, sadness, happiness and even love. When he becomes a ghost, he gets even better at reading those using ghost speak. Danny dreams of one day being able to dance in front of an audience of hundreds.

Opening a video platform website, Danny searches for a specific ballet group that he encounters. The group has a specific dancer that is amazing at expressing her emotions through dance.

Danny watches longingly hoping he could one day dance like that, or even dance with her. Suddenly a knock comes from his door.

Jazz: Hey, Danny. Can we talk?

Part 2

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part Three

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven ☁️ Part Eight

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

A/N: I’m realizing I’m struggling to find a good breaking point for reader, cause I want reader to break. I’m terrible at coming up with conflict though. (I’m not much of a writer, but I’m trying.)

A/N: There will be Romantic Yanderes. But, we’ll get to that later when we talk about each yandere. (Most will be platonic or start platonically at least.)

A/N: Hopefully y’all are noticing that Reader is in this constant state of just trying to cope. (If I wrote it correctly, that is.)

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

So, Reader’s childhood crush shows up looking fine and kind

Alfred informs the others of the unexpected guest.

Bruce isn’t home, Damian is out with Jon. Stephanie and Cass are busy in Gotham, Duke’s out on Patrol, Dick’s in Bludhaven, Jason meeting this guy is a bad idea, and Barbara’s at work.

Tim, being the only one home on a rare break (in reality working cases in the Batcave) is practically ordered to scope this guy out.

Which annoys Tim, because Reader is just fawning over their old crush and the truck.

The truck is surprising, not something he expected Reader to want. But, reader is practically crying over it.

Tim would have just brushed it off, but he notices how this guy keeps touching reader.

Practically clings to Reader. Even sniffing unaware teary eyed reader. (Teary eyed reader is…. Cute.)

Tim makes eye contact with this guy, and he looks… smug. Like he won the grand prize.

And, it pisses Tim off. (Why is he so smug? What does he know that I don’t?)

Childhood crush isn’t staying long, he’s going to catch a flight back to the smalltown.

Reader happily offers to drive him to the airport and Tim just hops in the backseat of the truck. (Why? Oh, I just want to get out of the manor for a bit. Hope you don’t mind.)

Childhood crush is peeved, but hides it from Reader. (Tim can tell. He’s a detective, it’s his job.)

The entire ride is Reader and Childhood crush reminiscing and catching up on smalltown gossip.

Tim is listening in on everything with intrest, realizing he knows practically NOTHING about reader. (Didn’t bother researching cause he was pissed and didn’t consider reader worth the effort when he had more important things to do.)

Now, he’s getting to see a side of Reader that no one in Gotham has really seen yet.

Reader is funny, approachable, a hint of a flirt, apparently sings, loves to spend time with people they care about, and a slight geek.

Tim is a bit entranced/intrigued. But, his biggest concern is Childhood crush.

Why is this guy so possessive of reader? What does he know that Tim doesn’t? Something’s amiss, and he’s going to figure it out.

(And, maybe he should get to know Reader some more. They’re trying to make him feel comfortable in the truck, including him in conversation, sharing happy memories and information with him, willingly. It’s nice. It’s soothing.)

Eventually, Childhood crush is dropped off at the airport. But, not after he tells reader, there will always be a place back home for them and to come home soon. We miss you. I miss you. Come Home.

The ride back to the manor is done in comfortable silence. Or, at least, to Reader.

For Tim, he has a lot to think about.

What does he know about Reader? What more is there to Reader? He wants to know more. He wants to know everything.

He asks questions on the way back, occasionally breaking the silence.

Reader happily answers, expecting this will change things between them.

It does for Tim, but not as much for Reader.

Tim jumps into discovering everything he can as soon as he gets back to the BatComputer, but he’s not ignoring reader anymore. He’s almost friendly. (He’s still busy as mess. Not much time to hangout.)

Which makes reader feel better, because Duke and Cassandra disappear for about two weeks after that. (Mission.)

Reader worries and wonders where they are.

Bruce says the two are taking a ‘small vacation’.

(Reader knows he’s probably lying, but in the off chance he isn’t, Reader feels a bit put out.)

Reader is really leaning on those phone calls to their friends and family. They spend hours talking on the phone while pacing the halls, their room, and the garden.

Everyone back in the town wants them home. They miss Reader soooo much. They just understand reader more than these rich city people.

They can’t wait for reader to come home visit.

Damian and Reader eventually have a confrontation.

Damian finds Reader cooking in the kitchen.

(Alfred lets Reader cook, and Reader helps occasionally with dinner and meals.)

Reader offers food to Damian, a peace offering.

Damian, obviously, rejects it.

Doesn’t matter that he’s vegetarian or if he’s not hungry, he was going to reject it regardless.

And then he verbally tears into reader.

Insulting everything about them, the food, their actions, their attitude, their clothing.

Nothing is off limits. (Damian’s had a bad day and is pent up. He wants an outlet and Reader is right there and the object of most of his doubts.)

Reader shuts down. Going cold and looking startlingly blank. (Eerily reminding Damian of Batman Bruce.)

After this all attempts for Reader to bond with Damian stop.

(Sometimes you just gotta cut your losses.)

It doesn’t help that Damian one day hears Reader on the phone when they’re pacing the halls.

Talking sweetly and softly to someone in such a loving voice. Before hanging up with an ‘I love you.’

Damian initially begins to try to interrogate reader. (Who was that? Are you having relations with someone? Does Bruce know?)

Only for reader to bluntly state that they were talking to their younger brother and it’s none of Damian’s business before brushing past him.

Damian would grab at them, but he’s a bit stunned.

He knew Reader had another brother. Bruce was going to try to bring him to the manor. (Still is trying to bring him to the manor.)

But, now doubts start to creep in.

Because he wants that. That unconditional love Reader so willingly gives to their brother.

He wants that love. He wants someone to say ‘I love you’ to him like it’s as easy as breathing.

Damian brushes it off at the moment, but it sits with him. (He’ll fix things eventually. He’ll apologize. He’ll have that one day. He will.)

[st4vk1nmybra1n]

wc: 500

cw: celebrity!caleb x gn!reader, just very silly fluffy headcanons! Reader is set to have an interviewing series similar to Chicken Shop Date called Tea-Time Talk!! (lowercase intended)

a/n: recently been geeking out over Love and Deepspace (might have a gambling addiction because of the gacha system) so i decided to write for Caleb :33 but i also have a longer fic for Sylus in the works.. wink wink

celebrity!caleb who gets restless at the thought of finally being able to join you on an episode for Tea-Time Talk, after months of pestering his manager and stalking all your posts and videos for the third time. (He's a d1 fan..)

celebrity!caleb whose eyes shine so bright when he's meeting you for the first time, resisting the urge to celebrate when you pull him in for a hug to greet him.

celebrity!caleb who brings out a gift as he sits down, smiling proudly as he watches you gasp in awe at the set of exotic and rare teas he got you!

celebrity!caleb who laughs just a little too hard at your jokes, full on slapping his knee, almost falling out of his seat. All while you blink in mild amusement and surprise. Surely you couldn't have been that funny..

celebrity!caleb who watches you skillfully pour him a cup of tea with his elbow resting against the table, holding up his arm which serves as a pillowy surface for him to lay his pretty little head on, giving you that signature puppy-dog-yearning look he's known for.

celebrity!caleb who takes a second too long to respond, a dumb smile on his lips as he watches you talk. His brain catches up a little late when he sees your gorgeous eyes narrow at him instead of sparkling and speaking all your sentences for you..

celebrity!caleb who answers all your questions earnestly, but is eager to learn more about you! So what if he starred in a new film or had a new feature or project out? He wants to know where you got that scar on your index finger from.

celebrity!caleb who compliments you on your tea pouring skills, playfully commenting about how you're a professional. (Which you are, considering this is your job..)

celebrity!caleb who runs through so many cups of tea from how much he simply sat and listened to you talk, preferring very much to listen to your voice. (Oh, and also– he just happens to take pretty large sips..)

celebrity!caleb who hums ruefully when you lament about how less you learned about him during your date– (even though you call every episode a “date” it doesn't make him any less giddy) only to then enthusiastically suggest a second date, all while his bright doe eyes stared you down.

celebrity!caleb who grins charmingly when you tell him you'll think about it, already thinking about how he'll get all his friends to comment on the video when it's up, imploring that you bring him on a second date.

celebrity!caleb who hugs you goodbye in his large and muscular arms, whispering in that quiet and husky voice about how nice it was to be on the show with you, passing you a small wink as he walks off set.

celebrity!caleb whose phone blows up once the video goes up on your channel, with everyone commenting about how there was so much chemistry between you two!

celebrity!caleb who can't help but preen and gloat when he sees comments talking about how you seemed to be extra flustered and break character around him, more than you'd done with anyone else.

celebrity!caleb who takes one good look at the views amassed on his video with you, and starts planning out his next date with you because duh!

celebrity!caleb who doesn't hesitate to @ you when he tweets “so when's the next date? ;)” thinking he definitely swooned you.

celebrity!caleb who definitely had you swooned, but he doesn't need to know that..

[s-4pphics]

heavily influenced by this reddit script. not proofread not anything i just need to be strangled. lowkey bully!reader x loser/closetedfreak!ellie. byee logging out again and FUCK ICE

“Hey, I—oh… Oh, fuck—“

“E—I—“

She watches you scramble on your sheets in attempts to cover yourself and catch your breath, legs clenched tight underneath your disheveled blankets.

“Hey, girl! Hi! Sorry, I was… I was, uh, just…”

Getting off. The mess is written all over your disheveled sheets. And appearance. You may have worn yourself out.

“Uh… yeah, sorry, I didn’t… hear—“

“No, no, I’m sorry—“

“No need to apologize… this is your room—“

“D—uh, what do you want?”

A charger. She ripped hers out of the wall by the already damaged cord and it snapped like a twig. A charger. She needs a charger.

Why can’t she say she needs your charger?

“I—“

A pretty simple answer.

“… Ellie?”

“Ch—yeah, I needed, uh…”

You wait patiently like she didn’t just ruin your alone time.

“You alright?” mumbled weakly, eyes glued to the light tint across your throat—hardly noticeable, but she can imagine. Must’ve been choking yourself hard enough to leave a stain.

“… Trick question?”

She laughs weakly, “not intentionally. I really am sorry.”

“All good…”

“… Yup.”

“…”

“If that’s all you—“

“So, what’s it feel like—“

“What.”

A simultaneous pin. Mutual confusion… and intrigue? Uncertainty gets her floundering all over again.

“I mean, like… not in—I’m not a pervert, I’m sorry—“ Why’d I ask that? Why did the universe allow her to open her mouth when her jeans ache to melt off her legs?

“Kinda perverted if you ask me,” muttered with fox eyes, seemingly proud—sharp. Ellie huffs and matches.

“Could say the same about you.”

“Soundin’ a little curious over there, Williams.”

Responses come up short. Say something. Is this an invitation or are you being your conniving self? Even in desperate times, you’re a fucking smartass.

Your eyes are too distracting, pinning her to stand right by your door. Why’d she come in here again?

… Charger! She broke her charger—

“It feels weird... I don’t know, saw it in porn and stole it. I guess I was curious… Not bad, though, didn’t feel… bad.”

“… That’s good.”

“Yeah. It was. Tried to get my grip right, but.”

“Oh… too tight for you?” She tries to laugh it off. No biggie. Not a big deal. Your hand just… couldn’t reach where it needed to. You’ve never been a great multitasker. The hand between your legs probably threw you for a loop, confused your senses.

“Needed it tighter, actually.”

“… Oh.”

“Yup.”

There’s something she came in here for.

“Glad I caught you before you strangled yourself.”

“Accidentally.” You correct her with a pointed finger.

“‘Course. My mistake.”

“Forgiven.”

Silence sets before you speak.

“You don’t think Imma weirdo, right?”

“Not at all. Choking… it’s practically vanilla now. Everyone does it… yeah.” She cringes through her declaration. She can practically hear your mischievous little brain cranking to life. Probably to poke fun, have a crack at her fumbling. Vanilla. Stupid.

“You do it?”

Fuck.

Her shoulders jump with faux uncaring, “if someone asked, I wouldn’t mind.”

“So if I ask, you won’t mind?”

You’ve always been light on your toes, quick-witted. Ellie loves talking to people that talk back and you’ve never hesitated. But now, she thinks you should’ve.

It’s only been a few months: you’re not close. Cordial. Respectful of your shared space. But now she can’t unthink the vision of you getting choked out until you—

“Was that… sorry.”

“No, no, just… you’re fine.”

“Are you thinking about it?”

“Might be.”

You hum, cracked and thrumming like you’re excited.

“Somethin’ you wanna ask me?” Said completely out of her control. She hardly caught the words slipping from her.

You scoff, stomping out any confidence she possessed beneath your fluffy socks.

“Come and choke me.”

—

“Before we do this, we need code.”

“… Fuckin’ geek—“

“Shut up. I don’t want it to hurt—“

“I do—“

“Dude, shut up, please,” she begs, “it doesn’t have to be anything crazy. Just… if it’s too much, snap your fingers.”

“That’s a new one.”

“It’s technique. I dunno if you’ll be able to talk. Just… can you snap?”

“Yes.”

“Then snap. Do you wanna lay down?”

You nod, suddenly timid before maneuvering onto your back, sprawled out, completely open to Ellie’s scrutiny despite being half-dressed.

“You done this before?”

“No… I’ve seen it.”

You snort, “how many times? You seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Do you trust me?”

You pause before nodding. Ellie takes the initiative—completely new for her— placing a delicate, non-combative hand on your throat. She’s practically petting the land of it. You snicker.

“Is that all?”

“I’m getting you ready. How’s this?”

“How’s what? I don’t feel anything.”

“I know you don’t. How’s the weight of my hand?”

“Fine, Ellie.”

Her index and thumb travel a bit. Mindlessly, getting a feel of your reactions, your skin beneath her. Your attitude seems to dissipate with every caress against your throat, shuddering a bit.

“Feels like nothing, right?”

You only nod this time, when her fingers dip to where your pulse rests. Her curiosity overtakes for a split second, pressing her thumb against the thrumming throb of your blood.

“You nervous?”

“…No.”

“You sure? Feels like it.”

“This your first time seeing someone horny? Virgin.” You’re a blabbermouth when you’re intimidated. Meant as a diss, in which Ellie returns plainly.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Look at you. Hussy, hussy.” You snort, and her fingers itch for pressure, your throat beating on her thumbprint. So she squeezes, a gentle coax that tames your tongue quiet. Finally.

“How’s this.” She doesn’t sound like herself: always a quiet, broken timbre, but now acquainted with darkness, much huskier.

“I…”

“Tell me.”

“Your hands are cold. Dry as shit, too.” Withered and twitchy. You’re cracking a bit. Ellie swallows a laugh.

“What else do you feel?”

“Your dry ass hand, dipshit. Like I just said.” You voice with spite, but she’s unphased.

“They feel good on you?”

And you swallow, saliva caught in the middle of her palm. She smirks.

“Yeah?” She whispers, and she sees the beginnings of a nod—a slight jerk in your chin. Still too prideful.

“Answer me… Can’t talk?” She pries when you refuse. “Don’t want to?”

You send her a harsh squint before your palm flattens beside your head, fingers jumpy. Contemplating.

Your pride shoves a hand in your panties.

You’ve won, it’s written all over your face—the satisfaction of cornering her, the wet sloshes from your pussy, teeth blocking your moans from escaping your lips.

It's cute. It's funny.

“Needed it tighter? That’s what you said, right?” A shocked squeal rattles your lungs when her hand goes firm, tightens around the sides—the groan you release is broken, vibrates against her skin.

Ellie can’t see but she can hear—quite well: how messy your fingers are going to be after this is all over, how tempted her inner voice is to lick your fingers clean while you tell her how good she is. Thanks for the help, dipshit, breath snatched from you, remnants of your pleasure dampening your underwear to smear against your thighs.

She’d clean the mess up there too if you’d let her.

Your eyes roll and a free hand clamps around her wrist and her grasp immediately lightens on your veins.

“You oka—“

“‘M boutta fuckin’ cum, idiot—choke me, fuck—gimme it harder.”

Fingers rest lax on your throat. “What do you say?” She scoffs.

“What.”

“No manners?”

“… I’m gonna—“

“Cum?” She hums, “I know—“

“—beat your fuckin’ ass—“

Your moan squeezes past the minuet space between your airway and her palm when her fingers return to their exact position, fingers already plunging back between—your fingers are probably getting milked dry.

“Nasty slut,” she murmurs—tediously, a bit wobbly. Experimenting. Ellie gets ahead of herself when she’s horny; could be her brain fucking with her like it always does, but she swears she heard you beg to call you that again, abliet jumbled and slobbery and cracked like glass bound to shatter.

“Use your manners.” She mumbles against your cheek, kisses them gently while she reminds you, “‘member what I said about snapping?” She feels you nod, hand flying from her arm to hip, pulling her into you, feeling your fingers work their wonders from beneath that piece of shit cloth. Shoulda ripped it to shreds when she walked in.

“P… ple—mmn—“

“Wanna cum? What do you say?” She grits, grinds into your thigh whenever the muscles in them tense and rise to her.

“Huh, slut? Ask me nicely, c’mon, tell me what you need.”

“Please pleas—please, please, oh, fuckfuck—“

Ellie’s weight on you stuns the stutters in your hips when you orgasm, rocked to the hilt, eyes trapped at the back of your skull. All she can do is laugh in her shock.

Her roommate just busted under her.

“There it is, there you go, that’s good, huh?” Yammering on and on about who knows what: all she knows is that your legs are clamped around her hips like you’re trying to lock her inside. Is it just the choking or do you like her voice that much? She can’t really tell from here.

You’re not the only one thoughtless and dumbed out because the first thing she says, just as your pupils return from their glossed-out state and her hand’s locking up from her grip, she mutters,

“Can I borrow your charger?”

You stare blankly before holding up an approving thumb.

[justaninjageek]

It is done!!!

I'm absolutely in love with how I drew her hair here, it was so fun to shade!!! I had a lot of fun playing around with the colors & working with saturation in a way I don't do normally! I color-picked most of this directly from a promo image, then adjusted some colors slightly to better fit the Vibe.

I do, in fact, headcanon that Sora has a prosthetic arm; as I said, I'm definitely going to post my design for that separately, since i have a Lot of ideas on how it could work & I'm probably going to end up drawing so many different layers to show the mechanisms... but that's a task for tomorrow me to worry about!

Sora design I'm working on! I'm gonna color it digitally, but its 2am so I'll post that tomorrow lol

(The prosthetic arm design is gonna be its own separate post)