#i am a big human but humans are tiny and therefore. i am a tiny human

[hoppinkiss]

me: t'ikae will you help me carry this water in from the car 🥺 the gallons are so heavy n my arms are so little and you're so big and stwong (totally fucking with him)

t'ikae: *picks up like 6 gallons at once, chitter-grumbling back to the door*

[i-yap]

Hi there! LOVE your thoughts on Jason like truly i <3 clingy Jason!!!!! What do you think a relationship would be like between Jason and a corporate baddie? Like she's serious, career-driven, and almost viciously ambitious, but for him? a total softie!! Like they just melt for each other despite the fact that they both put up a tough exterior to others!!

Omg i love that , here are my headcanons -

Jason todd x corporate baddie!y/n

I think the time schedules would be a mess. She works 9-5 and he 'works' 9pm-5am. But since she is a really career driven woman, I can see her sort of completing her extra or personal work/ international calls etc from the time that jason is vigilanting and therefore cutting her shift from like 9-3 or something similar. Since she gets all her work done, no one can say a word and honestly no one would dare to either way. Relstionship is about compromise and I think jason will cut down his vigilante time to get home to his stressed worker bee.

Jason prolly cant sleep without her so while she is at her job, he is working out or doing his other stuff. They catch up on sleep after her shift . This means afternoon cuddles !!( Ofc I am firm believer that jason should with time leave crime fighting and become an English professor )

I also love how most of her coworkers thinks she is prolly dating a Submissive type of guy or like a really serious professional dude cause she is so scary and strict . But then Jason- 6 feet something, huge asf, leather jacket, tattoos(maybe) and motorcycle dude walks in bringing her lunchbox( that looks so tiny in his hand). Yea now they're even more scared.

And I think everyone from jason's side also assumed that he'd either get a super cute-sy girl that will "fix him" or another vigilante girl that'll " make him worse". But he walks in with this poised, smart hardworking no nonsense woman and everyone's like DAMN

Damian loves you probably. He doesn't get how todd wooed you, like he thinks todd is a doofus. For once you are a normal (non crime fighting) girl that his brother is dating who is this career driven and also treats his brother properly. He loves talking business with you ( there was this scene where he figures out who is stealing money by looking at the finances at wayne enterprises) . and for once someone doesn't take him for a kid and actually wants to listen to pointers that he has. Tim prolly also loves talking to you about business cause he is a CEO too same thing for bruce.

Power couple fr.

but once you too get home...yea no one recognizes you.

Jason loves the fact that you show your soft side only to him. He has never been someones first choice in anything and this makes him feel so much more loved and cherished. and vice versa applies to you

he loves taking care of you after your long ass workday, helping you just be vulnerable and drop the whole tough act and be human. you do the same for him once he comes back at night. Just taking care of each other the way you guys need.

And you can bet jason knows how to be your biggest supporter. big raise? promotion? or just a good presentation?? He is genuinely excited for you.

Will give you back rubs when you've been sitting on the desk the whole day

will cook you brunch/snacks for when you come back and you will cook him breakfast/dinner for when he does .

it will take some compromise and adjustments but its all worth it and no price at all for loveeee.

[askinkiskarma]

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ xɪɪɪ - ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ

pairing: neteyam x human!reader

➽ a/n: finally, a new drabble! i'm actually quite happy with this one, and you better read until the end for a (hopefully) nice surprise! ly besties, smooches and xoxos

➽ words: >700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: fingering, tiny little degradation, tiny bit of praise

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

A moan - small and insignificant, you thought, pushing past your plump lips like the air through the trees on a particularly stormy night. But he heard it, and that was enough for the movement to cease, enough for the pleasure bubbling up in your core to dissipate almost as quickly as it began. A shiver - down your spine, at his hushed purring words, his voice sweet like honey and molten like the lava in the Pandoran volcanoes you’ve only but heard about and envisioned in dreams and fantasies. 

“What did I say happens if you make a noise?” 

A sharp inhale - looking around the room, where Na’vi and humans stood alike, focused intently on the motion picture displayed clearly on a big projector. Like in a cinema, you were told. Humans love movies, they go out of their ways to experience them the way they were intended, and Norm insisted - no movies unless on a proper screen. It was nice. A stepping stone in the right direction, in the continuous if not a bit unrelenting desire to improve intra-species relationships and merge the now two coexisting words. So maybe what you were doing now was good, right? Cooped up under a blanket in between your best friend’s thighs, his fingers knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know were possible, his thumb drawing circles on your clit… It’s progress, right? You’re… building up rappor with the Omaticaya… right?

A promise of four purple bruises - as his hand digs into your hip, willing you for an answer you didn’t want to give him, because if you did, it would mean facing harsh reality. 

“Answer me, yawne.”

Whispered touches on your folds - as he teases you with the promise of more, as he tortures you with the lack of it. It’s heaven and hell, just like his whole entire being is. Neteyam was the perfect man, an angel on paper - sent from above to heal, to mend, to be everything anyone’s ever wanted of him. The perfect son. The perfect soldier. The perfect sibling. The perfect friend. The devil in actuality- like he was now, in the confines of the privacy you normally found yourselves in when like this, desperate to own you, possess you, eager to strip you of your clothes and sanity layer by layer until you were nothing but a fucked-out shell of who you were at the beginning of the night, until you were begging him to stop… until you were begging him for more. 

“S-stop. You said you’d… stop.”

A low chuckle - evil and mischievous, filled with underlying ache and a deep desire to put you over his knee and show you how good girls are supposed to behave. Later. Right now, he wants to see you squirm, he wants to hear you struggle to keep that pretty little mouth shut as he makes you come on his fingers over and over, until you’re squirting and mewling and crying, until you inevitably fail and he has to watch you scramble for a lie, stumble on your words as you say to the people watching in confusion that the movie was just that emotional. 

“That’s right. So what am I supposed to do now, mm?” 

A whine - desperate and pitiful, as you grind on his drenched fingers, looking for any relief, any friction that could alleviate the emptiness in you. The chuckle was a full blown laugh now, perfectly matched to a particularly funny scene in the movie. It wasn’t weird when everybody else laughed, too, right? Neteyam couldn’t have told anyone asking what was going on on the screen if they paid him, and well, he was glad because this… this was so, so much better. 

“Keep go…argh! Keep going, fuck!”

A moan - as he enters you again, two of his large fingers stretching you like a dream, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed. All of a sudden the world, this room, they were null in your mind, and you were alone with just him, with just these feelings and the man who was making them real, with the orgasm you felt rapidly approaching and what you knew would be the beginning of a long, long night.

“There we go. My little slut, taking my fingers so well. Maybe it’s time to give this people a real show, huh… Vol?”

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[radioactiveradley]

By popular (???) request, based on the outcome of this poll.

A WARNING: you guys really did pick the most complex one. This is loooooong. A DISCLAIMER. This is a silly little lesson aimed at folks who know sod-all about MRI. There are memes. There is (arguably) overuse of the term ‘big chungus’. If you are looking to delve deeper into the mysteries of K-Space, this is not the Tumblr post for you.

So, without further ado...

Today I am introducing you to my one true love. The legend. The icon.

Ferromagnetic material loves him. Claustrophobic people fear him.

Yeah, that’s right – we’re talking about the big boom-boom sexyboy magnet machine, hereby known as Big Chungus.

Aka...

MAGNETIC RESONANCE IMAGING

First off, though? Let’s start small.

Very, very small.

Meet HYDROGEN.

The nucleus of this element is made up of a single proton, which has a magnetic dipole – i.e., it acts like a tiny bar magnet.

Hydrogen is also a component of water. As we all know, we’re basically walking sacks of goop – meaning that Hydrogen is abundant throughout our bodies.

Therefore, when we stick you in a strong magnetic field… say, within our friend Big Chungus… we can manipulate all those tiny Hydrogen atoms in a variety of fun ways.

Under normal conditions, all your Hydrogen protons are pointing every-which-way.

But in Big Chungus, there is a strong longitudinal magnetic field that travels along the Z-axis of the machine. So, all your teeny tiny Hydrogen protons swivel to align with that field!

If a proton’s energy is LOWER than that of the longitudinal magnetic field (a majority), they will align PARALLEL with the field. If their energy is HIGHER (a minority) they will align ANTI-PARALLEL.

As most of the protons align with the longitudinal magnetic field, the net magnetisation vector within the human body is also longitudinal! This is called the thermodynamic equilibrium – the resting state for all those li’l protons when your body is within Big Chungus.

(You won’t feel any different, btw! We’re flipping a bunch of teeny-tiny bits inside you, but you won’t feel a thing!) (You might do later, when we activate the Gradient coils. We’ll….. get to that)

But, while all of this is very cool, it gives us no actual information. We gotta play some more with your protons - which brings us to arguably the most important concept in MRI. I mean, it’s literally in the name!

Let’s go back to our Hydrogen protons.

We’ve established that they’re all pointing in different directions. But they’re not just sitting still. They’re spinning and wobbling all over the shop.

We call this rotational wobbly movement precession.

In their natural state, these protons all precess at different speeds. When we subject them to Big Chungus, as well as all lining up neatly with the magnetic field, they all start to precess at the same speed.

However, their magnetic North will be pointing to different points at any given moment. Imagine two clocks, both of which are ticking at the same rate, but which have been set to read different times.

This is where magnetic resonance comes in.

In addition to the homogenous longitudinal magnetic field provided by Big Chungus, we also create an oscillating magnetic field in the transverse plane by using a radiofrequency (RF) pulse. We can tune that oscillation to the ‘resonant frequency’ of Hydrogen atoms.

Every molecule capable of resonance has its own specific frequency. We use a funky equation called the Larmor Equation to work this out, or, as I like to call it, W, BOY!!!

(The weird ‘w’ is the resonance frequency; the weird ‘Bo’ is the magnetic field strength, and the weird ‘Y’ is the gyromagnetic ratio of each particular element.)

So, we know exactly at what frequency to apply that RF pulse to your protons, to achieve resonance!

But what is resonance?

In acoustics, a ‘resonant frequency’ is the frequency an external wave needs to be applied at in order to create the maximum amplitude of vibrations within the object. Like when opera singers shatter glass with their voice! They’re singing at the resonant frequency of the glass, which makes it vibrate to the point where it compromises its structural integrity.

A similar concept applies in magnetic precession, with, uh, less destructive results. We’re not exploding anything inside of you, don’t worry!

(We do explode your innards accidentally in Ultrasound sometimes, via a different mechanism. But you’ll have to ask me more about that later. >:3)

To put it simply, magnetic resonance is the final step in getting those protons to BEHAVE. Now, the clocks have been corrected so their hands move at exactly the same time, in the same position. The protons are precessing ‘in phase’. Yay!

This creates transverse magnetisation, as the magnetic vectors of all those protons (which, remember, act as bar magnets) will swing around to point in one direction at the same time.

But the cool thing about resonance? It also allows the protons to absorb energy from the RF pulse.

(Do NOT ask me how. Do NOT. I will cry.)

And remember how the higher-energy protons flip anti-parallel to the longitudinal magnetic vector of Big Chungus, while the lower-energy protons are aligned parallel? And because we have more low-energy protons than high-energy protons, our body gains a longitudinal magnetic vector to match Big Chungus?

Zapping those protons at their resonant frequency gives 'em energy (a process known as ‘excitation’, which I love, because I get to imagine them putting little party hats on and having a rave).

So, loads of them flip anti-parallel! Enough to cancel out the net longitudinal magnetic vector of our bodies – despite the best efforts of good ol’ Chungus!

(Keep trying, Chungus. We love you.)

Our protons are as far from our happy equilibrium as they can possibly be. We’ve lost longitudinal magnetisation, and gained transverse magnetisation. Oh noooo however can we fix this ohhhh noooooo

Simple. We turn off the RF pulse.

Everything returns to that sweet, sweet thermodynamic equilibrium.

Longitudinal magnetisation is regained. I.e., the protons realign with Big Chungus’s longitudinal magnetic field, with the majority aligned parallel rather than anti-parallel.

This is called SPIN-LATTICE RELAXATION.

‘T1 time’ is the point by which 63% of longitudinal magnetisation has been regained after application of the RF pulse. A T1-weighted image shows the difference between T1 relaxation times of different tissues.

And, without that oscillating RF pulse, we lose resonance – the protons fall out of phase randomly, due to the delightful unpredictable nature of entropy, and Transverse magnetisation reduces.

This is called SPIN-SPIN RELAXATION.

Or, if we’re feeling dramatic…

‘T2 time’ is the point by which 37% of the transverse magnetisation has been lost. A T2-weighted image shows the difference between T2 relaxation times of different tissues.

(Spin-spin is objectively a hilarious phrase to say in full seriousness when surrounded by important physics-y people. However, a word to the wise: do not make a moon-moon joke. They are not on Tumblr (present company excluded). They will not understand. You will get strange looks.)

But remember how resonance lets our protons shlorp up that sweet, sweet energy from the RF pulse? Well, in order to get back to thermodynamic equilibrium and line up with Big Chungus again, they have to splort that energy back out.

This is why we stick a cage over the body part we’re imaging. That cage isn’t a magnet, or a way of keeping you still – it’s a receiver coil.

It picks up the RF signal that’s given off by your innards as they relax from the intense work-out we just put them through. How cool is that??

The amount of time we wait between applying the RF pulse and measuring the ‘echo’ from within your body is called the ‘ECHO TIME’, or ‘TE’ (because we didn’t want to call it ET).

(yes, we’re cowards. Sorry.)

We also have ‘REPETITION TIME’ or ‘TR’ – the amount of time we leave between RF pulses! This determines how much longitudinal magnetisation can recover between each pulse.

By manipulating TE and TR, we can alter the contrast (i.e., the blacks and whites) on our image.

Areas of high received signal (hyperintense) are shown as white, while areas of low received signal (hypointense) are shown as black. Different sorts of tissue will have different ratios of Hydrogen-to-other-shit, and different densities of Hydrogen-and-other-shit – ergo, some tissue blasts out all of its stored energy SUPER QUICK. Others give it off slower.

A T1-weighted image has a short TR and TE time.

Fat realigns its longitudinal magnetisation with Big Chungus SUPER QUICK. This means, on a T1-weighted image, it looks hyperintense. However, water realigns its longitudinal magnetisation with Big Chungus slooooowly. Therefore, on a T1-weighted image, fluid looks hypointense! Ya see?

A T2-weighted image has a long TR and TE time.

The precession of protons in fat decays relatively slow, so it will look quite bright on a T2-scan. But water decays slower, and therefore, by the time we take the T2 image, fluids within the body will be giving off comparatively ‘more’ signal than fat – meaning they’ll appear more hyperintense!

If we have a substance with intrinsically long T1 and T2 values, it will appear dark on a T1-weighted image and bright on a T2-weighted image, and the same in reverse. If a substance has a short T1 value and a long T2 value, it will appear relatively ‘bright’ on both T1 and T2-weighted images – i.e., fat and intervertebral discs.

As every tissue has its own distinct T1 and T2 property… we can work out precisely what sort of tissue we’re looking at.

When we build in all our additional sequences, this becomes even clearer! This is why your MRI scan takes sooooo long – we’re running SO MANY sequences, manipulating TR and TE to determine the exact T1 and T2 properties of various tissues within your bod.

There is, however, a problem.

The RF signal given off by each proton doesn’t shoot out in a handy-dandy straight line. Meaning, we have no idea where the signal is coming from within your body.

Enter our lord and saviour:

THE GRADIENT COILS.

(Shim coils are also very important – they maintain field homogeneity across the whole of Big Chungus. While Big Chungus wouldn’t need them in a perfect theoretical scenario… reality ain’t that. Big Chungus’s magnetic field is all wibbly-wobbly, so we use Shims to keep everything smooth! That’s all you need to know about them. BACK TO THE GRADIENTS.)

There are three of them, wrapping around each of the three planes of your body. When these activate, they cause those epicly eerie booming noises, characteristic of a Big Chungus ExperienceTM.

The Gradient coils are also what causes those weird tingling sensations you get in an MRI machine – which, don’t worry, aren’t permanent! Your nerves just go ‘WOAHG. THASSALOT OF MAGNET SHIT. HM. DON’T LIKE THAT.’ But they’ll calm down again once you’re freed from Big Chungus.

The gradient coils cause constant fluctuations in the magnetic field across all three dimensions. They activate sequentially, isolating one chunk of your body after the next.

As these fluctuations cause variation within the signal received, we can look at how much THAT particular signal, received at THAT particular number of milliseconds after an RF pulse, varied when THAT particular gradient was activated, in comparison to when THAT OTHER gradient was activated.

For every single bit of signal output.

That gives us A WHOLE LOTTA DATA.

^ imagine this, but the cupboard contents is just. data.

Way too much data, in fact, for our puny human brains to comprehend – so obviously, we feed it to an algorithm.

K-space is a funky computational matrix where all this info gets compiled during data acquisition. Once we’ve finished the scan sequence and have all that yummy raw data, it can be mathematically processed to create a final image!

Just like that. Simple, right?

TL;DR

You are full of Hydrogen.

Hydrogen nuclei (protons) are basically tiny magnets

These tiny magnets are orientated completely randomly, with ‘North’ pointing in all directions

We stick billions of these tiny magnets (i.e., you) into a mahoosive magnet (i.e., Big Chungus)

All the tiny magnets flip around to align with the longitudinal magnetic field of Big Chungus

High energy protons = antiparallel Low energy protons = parallel

As you have more low energy protons than high energy protons in your body, the net magnetic vector of your body is longitudinal – just like Big Chungus!

All your protons are spinning and wobbling (precessing) at random rates

We use an RF pulse, tuned to the Resonance Frequency of Hydrogen, to make ‘em precess in phase (wobble at the same time, all pointing in the same direction at once). This creates a Transverse magnetic vector.

This in-phase precession is ‘Magnetic Resonance’

Magnetic Resonance means the protons can absorb energy from the RF pulse

Now there are more high energy protons within your body! They flip antiparallel, and the net longitudinal magnetic vector of your body decreases.

We measure the time it takes for the high-energy protons to release that energy and return to alignment with the net magnetic vector of Big Chungus (Spin-Lattice Relaxation / T1 recovery)

And the time it takes for the precessing-in-phase protons to Quit That Nonsense and all start wobbling in random directions again (Spin-Spin Decay / T2 recovery)

Each tissue within your body has a different composition & density of Hydrogen atoms – which means each tissue within your body has a unique T1 & T2 recovery time

By measuring the signal at different times (TE) and by varying the frequency with which we apply RF pulses (TR), we ‘take pictures’ that show variations in the amount of signal these tissues are giving off. The signal is caught by the large radiofrequency receiver coils we put over you when you enter the machine.

Because the signal given off during recovery/decay blasts out in all directions, we don’t know exactly where it originated within your body.

Gradient coils are arranged across X, Y, and Z axes throughout the gantry of Big Chungus. They cause tiny fluctuations in the magnetic field, in sequential chunks throughout space. This is the booming noise you hear when you’re in the machine.

These tiny fluctuations cause variations in the signal we receive, depending on how close the signal is to the activated gradient coil. All this data is compiled in a magical computational matrix called K-space. A funky algorithm then decodes those variations and couples them up with the strength of the signal to give us 1) How much signal is being blasted out at that particular moment 2) Where exactly that signal comes from within your body, according to the 3D map produced by the gradient coils

It then represents these values with a pretty picture!

Tl;dr tl;dr:

[tuhhadkeryo]

Two rant posts in one day?

Anyways.

Hacker’s tiny legs.

I believe I am the sole person who does not enjoy this aspect…but let me tell you why.

Hacker’s legs are first mentioned in a flash episode. We all know how seriously I take flash *cough* sarcasm *cough*. What I believe the writers did in whatever season that was (I believe Team Spirit is the first mention) - was mess up the mix between cartoon and reality.

To me, the first few seasons give the impression of a lot of exaggeration to help kids immediately identify a character’s chief traits. Hacker is egotistical and threatening - therefore they give him a massive chest, large chin, and smaller legs to exaggerate the chest. Make it look even bigger than it actually is. We see this in other strong characters like Deci and Zeus.

In the beginning seasons, Hacker does not have difficulty keeping up with the other characters, for example: Eye of Rom, A Whale of a Tale, etc.

He is shown to run just as fast as Buzz or Delete in these instances.

In one episode specifically, it’s hinted that we see Hacker’s footprints!

As we can see, the footprints are large.

In the episode about human proportions, the writers purposely avoided using any borg people to avoid giving anyone a set size. Even when the earth kid’s proportions are seen in a more detailed way, they are different sizes than what is animated usually.

I think these things - Hacker’s footprints, the kids’ footprints, other similar stereotypically ‘strong’ male characters, not being shown to be slow in other scenes - all point to that little bit of cartoon exaggeration. Meaning in reality, of course Hacker’s an adult with adult sized shoes.

But flash did the same thing with others! From the model that flash used for the earth kids without sweaters, their wrists are wayyyyy too skinny. Their hands are too big. The whole thing is just awkward. Not to mention Hacker’s hands are smaller than Jackie’s in A Perfect Score!

But if Hacker has tiny legs like that, then that means the same logic should be applied to the rest of the world. So Matt, Jackie, and Inez are all terrifying looking in real life.

I feel like it’s another instance of the animators/writers/whomever forgetting the rules of the universe and something made for a cheap laugh. I’m not tryna be all like ‘oH hAcKeR CAn dO EVerYThINg’ but dammit let the man walk!

Of course we all know I like to make everything ‘realistic’ or whatever. And there are probably plenty of counter points but the cheapness of flash comedy in the later seasons gets me sometimes and I refuse to enjoy >:0 (unless one of my mutuals does it it’s okay then. Don’t worry I separate these thoughts from my enjoyment of other fan media!!!)

It is kinda a zany show and I get that it’s in a different universe where all is not applied the same way as with earth physics. So I try to compromise by drawing him bowlegged or with slightly shorter legs than average. And obviously I still exaggerate some features.

(I hc that he actually can’t run very fast because of a knee injury in college playing football or smt.)

Just agh. It sucks seeing something pathetic come out of nowhere about your favorite character.

Anyways don’t worry if you like him with teeny legs I’m just never really going to draw him with them lol.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Hey! I’m the person with the miraculous re-write.

To answer your question:no,the secondary heroes will not get secondary powers.

The reason why I gave them main powers was mostly because of the unnecessary blending of the turtle,fox,and bee miraculous with the zodiac ones and wanted to make them a bit less unimportant.also idk how I would come up with 12 unique and diferente powers for all of them lol.

Though I am thinking of giving them powers slightly weaker than the main six that fall into the diferente factions of them.

I.e. giving the bunny(and therefore alix) the power of ice while the turtle(nino) can already do that as part of his water powers.though that still probably isn’t happening.

Also I slightly updated the bee.

Instead of a tiny hoard of bees there is now one big bee(around 1-2 ft tall) that stays with the holder even while de transformed(kinda like the ladybugs bag) of which Chloe affectionately named Beatrix and spoils rotten lol.

I’m thinking of using Beatrix as a way to highlight Chloe’s humanity pre redemption arc and show how she really is just a fourteen year old girl by exemplifying that she treats this creature eternally tied to this mystical artifact similar to how a seven year old would treat their very first puppy.

I also want Beatrix to side with her during miracle queen because even though Chloe isn’t in the right she still hates ladybug for her blatant nepotism against Chloe(for context by the halfway point of the season Chloe got striped of the bee by Mari and Zoe(who is present for the entire series since season one) got the miraculous though in this canon the train incident never really happened and ladybug just found out who chloe was and striped her of her miraculous because she already didn’t like queen bee and this was basically just the last straw)

So yeah

So the Bee allows Chloe to summon a partner like a Sentimonster?

What does Pollen think of Beatrix?

[st4rrmii]

LuciBen/LoveBug HCs/Facts:Pt.3-Sillies

(Last part! This one won't be as lore based as the others and will mainly just be silly lil hcs/cute stuff-thank y'all for sticking around for my shenanigans 🙏)

-Ben's the lil spoon

-Ben isn't much of a hugger but he will always cling to Lucien when possible, whenever anyone questions him about it he just tells them Lucien's just "comfortable" to hold onto (not a lie tbh)

-Lucien has a service dog named Latte that absolutely adores Ben, like if she's "off work" then the second she senses Ben, she's BOOKING IT to him. S1 Ben would've been a little icked out (and scared) by a full-size Malamute coming at him, but Big Ben is always happy to give the big pup all his love

-Ben was nervous to come to Lucien's place at first since he lives on the sanctuary he works at, which means theres a lot more of a chance of running into dinos, but he does quickly learn the ones that he will run into are very chill and used to humans so now he can come over without being spooked

-Mia(Lucien's lil sister) is a mechanic and has done an ungodly amount of repairs on the Van, at this point, she's the only one Ben will let touch it

-Lucien and Ben share a pretty similar music taste, mostly because they're constantly introducing each other to new music, so long roadtrips are pretty chill when it comes to who gets the aux

-Whenever they go out and have to look at least somewhat put together, Lucien will put a tiny bit of eyeliner/mascara and lipgloss on Ben, at first Ben was iffy about it but he very quickly got used to it, and even carries around his own little pouch with chapstick, gloss, mascara and eyeliner in his dork pouch

-They absolutely do the little dorky couples' trends you'll see on tiktok (like the nail polish to match each other's eyes, those hug shirts where they paint each other's arms then hug, matching pjs, etc.)

-Neither will admit it, but they are hopeless romantics. Even small romantic gestures from the other will have them giggling n kicking their feet for days

-Lucien's main love language is acts of service, if Ben says he's been stressing about doing something Lucien will do it for him, if Lucien notices the trash/dishes are building up in Ben's dorm he'll take it out/do them for him. Sometimes, Ben won't notice until Lucien's already done it and left, but it always makes him smile.

-On the other hand, Ben's main love language is gift giving, little trinkets he finds that reminds him of Lucien, post it note doodles, plushies (Lucien adores plushies and will always love getting them), you name it. Lucien doesn't really buy many nice things for himself unless they're necessities, so it always feels nice to have someone that does love him enough to think he's worth the money/time spent on gifts.

-Ben does most of the cooking, Lucien knows how to cook but unless it's certain dishes or he's in a certain mood it just stresses him out, whereas Ben grew up cooking with his mom a lot since she was at work a lot and therefore dinner was most of the time they got to spend together, so he finds it actually helps with stress. The boot slop was a low point in his life that we do not talk about.

-Lucien will compliment Ben at whatever chance he can. His hair looks good that day? Compliment. He's cooking, and it smells good? Compliment. The sun hits him in a way that makes his eyes shine and his freckles pop? 100 compliments. Lucien just loves Ben and thinks he's perfect in everything he does, and he's going to let him know that. Ben always gets flustered no matter how many compliments he's gotten.

-If Ben has an essay or exam coming up, Lucien will always stop by to bring him food, make sure he's resting, etc.

-Ben is a notorious clothing thief, I feel like I've mentioned this before, but I am mentioning it again because of how much he does it, someone help Lucien he's running out of clothes.

-They'll spend hours cuddling and talking, nothing else, just taking in each other's presence. They've both "lost" each other at some point in their lives, so they know not to take these things for granted.

-They have inside jokes in ASL, the other camp fam know if they're signing at each other and trying to hide their giggles, then the joke is probably at their expense. Especially Kenji.

-Lucien gets "Love Zoomies" as Sammy calls it, where sometimes Ben will do something or just like- exist- that has Lucien doing laps in his head, stimming, just a huge burst of energy that usually contains him going on about how much he loves Ben while trying not to do a backflip

-Lucien looks like he'd be the scary dog but he is like- the biggest dork, literally and figuratively- especially when it comes to Ben, like I know I've stated it fifteen goddamn times but I genuinely do not think there are enough words for me to properly describe just how madly, insanely, hesd over heels in love with Ben Lucien is, like that is his soulmate, he would take the trauma of Jurassic World an infinite amount of times if it meant he got to love Ben every time.

-Ben has Lucien wrapped around his finger, if he wants something he doesn't even have to say it, Lucien knows and he's already doing it

-Lucien is a biker, and while Ben does very much find it hot, he is also terrified by the way that man drives. He will be a backpack if absolutely necessary, but he will nearly break Lucien's ribs every time with how hard he holds onto him

-Ben was never really a concert enjoyer, hurts his ears and theres just too many people, but after seeing how excited Lucien gets at concerts and how much fun he has, suddenly Ben is a huge concert person, as long as he's with Lucien.

-Lucien's favourite sound in the world is Ben's laugh, the way he squeaks at the end of it, or how if he's laughing hard enough he'll cover his mouth and just go silent, and you can only tell he's laughing because he's shaking and has tears in his eyes- it's just the greatest thing in the world to Lucien. There has been so many time Lucien has completely embarrassed himself, and if it was anyone else laughing he'd curl into a ball and die, but the fact that it was Ben laughing just made everything so worth it.

-Ben thinks Lucien somehow hates pteranodons more than he does, which is crazy, Lucien's whole shtick is that dinosaurs are just doing what they have to do to survive and they shouldn't be punished for it, but pteranodons are a completely different story, they are the wasps of the dino world, they are hell spawns and will be treated as such if they dare come near him. Man, wonder why he hates them sm 🤔

-Lucien is the type of bf to send Ben pictures/videos etc. Of two random things and just caption it "us"

[toast-tales]

I Lava You, Chapter 1: Temptation

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk!

June is a little slime boy who finds themselves in an unfamiliar, giant world. By chance, he crosses paths with Sam, a giant who hasn't eaten a human for three months and thinks they've gotten incredibly lucky to have one just...show up on their doorstep. Not only that, but they want to be...friends? The catch: June thinks Sam is a human, and therefore, he has to hide his identity as a slime. Sam, lucky for June, doesn't know a lot about humans. This can only go well.

This story is cowritten with the amazing, fantastic @luckyshotwrites and uses the minor character June from their ongoing vore story What I'd Do For A Livable Income. It's chock full of monsters, magic, goofs, and absolutely fantastic worldbuilding and characters. Give it a shot if you haven't yet!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore and language. About 2700 words.

Chapter 1: Temptation

June had finally made it to the giant windowsill. He’d climbed from below, able to change his exterior to be sticky enough to scale the building. He shimmied closer to the window.

Luckily, the curtains weren’t drawn. He could see the giant playing a video game. 

Is that human very big, or am I very small? The house was huge too, but he could have also been shrunk.

June’s eyes then locked on to another object in the back of the room. Its vibrant, gooey colors that moved inside the lamp grabbed his attention. He pressed his face to the glass to watch it.

Thirty minutes passed by where June remained mesmerized, eyes glued to the fascinating display on the giant’s shelf. The only reason his attention was redirected once more was the giant shifting in their seat.

Okay June. I gotta get serious. I need directions back to work to see everyone again, so I gotta get the human’s attention.

He removed his face from the glass and tapped on it. As expected, though, the inhabitant of the room didn’t hear, especially given the fact that they were wearing a headset. 

And then, an idea popped into his head—the giant was in range of his “voice.” He tried to send the tapping noise to the giant’s head directly, by doing a mimicry of it. Of course, June looked no different than a normal human, so the giant wouldn’t notice anything amiss. Right?

Sam nearly jumped out of their seat at the sudden knocking noise, given that they were in a part of their game where they were attempting to be stealthy. This, of course, led to their cover being blown and a “Game Over” screen greeting them in return.

“Dang it!” They swiveled their head around to try and find where the source of the noise had come from. They swore it came from the game, somehow, but that couldn’t have been right. 

They didn’t have to look around for long, though. Because right outside their window, next to their desk…was a human. Staring right at them.

Did a HUMAN knock that loudly? It wasn’t a question they decided was important to figure out. They were much more interested in this new development of the night. Something stuck out about this human, but they couldn’t put their finger on what it was. 

“Holy shit.” There’s a human right outside my window. What kind of luck is this? Sam had been largely unsuccessful in looking for humans in the wild themselves, in the past three months since Christopher had quit dealing them. They told themselves they weren’t actually addicted to humans. But they could feel the craving inside of them now, making them rather excited that they’d actually get a taste for the first time in months. 

Seeing Sam looking back at them, June bounced up and down excitedly. That was pretty smart! He thought to himself, not realizing that a lot of people would probably be freaked out if they heard sounds in their head like that. Not only that, but if Sam was a “regular-sized human” like June assumed, seeing a tiny June would likely be terrifying for them.

Sam opened the window hurriedly, but as they did, they finally realized what had been bugging them about the human. “...glasses?” they said aloud—not as a question to the human, but as an observation. They’d never seen a human with glasses before.

This observation was about all that kept them from grabbing the human immediately. 

“I do wear glasses, and you don’t wear glasses.” June’s smile was warm and chipper—he didn’t appear to be fearful of Sam’s height. In fact, he was amazed by it—it was clear from the glimmer in his eyes.

The slime didn’t move any closer yet. You should never go into someone’s house uninvited. He didn’t want to be rude. 

Oh god, they’re talking to me. Sam still wasn’t familiar with the concept of humans making conversation with them. I mean, Chris’s got that weird human, but—

“And hi, I’m June!” the slime said, putting out a tiny hand. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m a little lost, so if you have time, can you help me? If not, I can wait here.” June got ready to plop down if needed. “It seems like it might be a nice night.”

Sam either didn’t see the human’s tiny hand stuck out to greet them, didn’t pay attention, or didn’t care. June couldn’t be sure. Sam picked them up—not roughly, but perhaps not as gently as they should have. They held June up close to their face to get a better look at the human they’d caught.

The giant’s stomach grumbled. 

I mean…I should have dinner first, but…

It was incredibly tempting to taste the human now. The smell was…well, the smell was actually a little different than most of the humans they were used to. It wasn’t as strong, and a bit…strange. Sam couldn’t put their finger on what it was, though. It didn’t matter too much—they weren’t picky, certainly not after three months.

Wait wait wait. Chris’s human talks to them all the time, and she’s—

Sam began to connect dots and make assumptions that would be, to anyone who had access into their mind, wildly incorrect. This human is talking to me…so maybe if I…is this one of those WILLING ones?

Wildly incorrect assumptions aside, this at least spurred Sam to try something new. A wide smile crossed their face—friendly enough, though the excitement probably seemed unwarranted to June. “Hey there, little human. I’m Sam.” The rest of what the human had said kind of skipped Sam’s mind. Or maybe they had just spaced out when they’d caught the human’s scent.

June cast a glance into the room past Sam. His eyes locked onto his previous target, his beloved—the lava lamp. But Sam’s voice caught his attention. 

“Little human? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.” Realizing his mistake, he quickly tried to recover. He couldn’t let this human know he wasn’t human! “The little part.” Nailed it. 

He made sure to commit the giant’s name to memory. “Sam, thank you for the…nickname?” He guessed that Sam had decided to give him a nickname instead of using his actual name. In that case, he was glad that the nickname described what he was disguising himself as perfectly. That meant that he was doing a good job, and if anyone else met him, they’d be none the wiser.

Sam still wasn’t quite listening to June, running over what their plans for the evening would entail. “You can…stay here…for now…” God, I just want a taste. Just a little taste. What the hell do I SAY this is so WEIRD.

This really caught June off guard. “Stay here?” He giddily bounced a bit in Sam’s grip. “Like a sleepover?” He stopped himself. Be cool, June! This will be my first human sleepover. Or—giant human sleepover?

“I mean, um, if you were offering a sleepover…to be friends…I wouldn’t say no…” Sam’s grip prevented June from tapping his pointer fingers together in a pleading manner. “But, if you’re offering until I get my bearings together, that’s fine too!”

Oh my god. They ARE one of those willing ones. Sam leapt to the incorrect conclusion with all the confidence of a seasoned trapeze artist. Yet, something about what the human said made them pause again. They want to be…friends?

I would save so much money if I had a human stay with me. Sam’s cravings directed their train of thought away from the previous track, though that small sentiment didn’t leave completely. Their grin widened. “You can stay as long as you want, little buddy.” They didn’t think to ask June about whether or not they were, indeed, willing to be eaten, as they just sort of assumed all humans knew what they were in for with giants.

Buddy?!? June latched onto that word. It was official. He’d made another new friend. Much like Sam, June was vastly misinterpreting his situation.

He nodded his head enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you, Sam!”

He wondered how it’d be to have a sleepover with a human. Is it any different with the giant ones?

Sam swallowed some of the saliva that had begun pooling in their mouth, with June so close to their face. It was so, so tempting. No no no. If I wait until after dinner, I can eat it before bed and sleep on it. Yeah.

But if I don’t eat it now, then…Sam looked around their room for a temporary human-sized containment unit, coming up short. They gave the strange human a curious look, full of a…naive sort of trust. “So. Um. If I uh…leave you here for a bit, you’re not going to run off, right?”

June raised his shoulders—Sam had released their grip just enough for them to wiggle their arms out. He looked at the lava lamp again. There it was—his chance. I can’t, no…I…I’ll just look!

He nodded, very sure of himself now. “No, I would never run from a buddy, I promise. Besides, you seem nice,” he replied honestly. “And, uh…” his honesty gave way to what he considered his “devious” side. He glanced at the lamp, pointing towards it. “You can leave me there so I can watch it while I wait for you!” June looked up at Sam with big, innocent eyes—a perfect imitation of a puppy dog.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question June’s willingness to stay put. “Oookay then.”

They looked to where the human was pointing—the lava lamp on a shelf on the other side of their room. “Uh, that?” They walked over and set June down next to it. Oh, this is perfect, actually. They can’t get down from the shelf. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?

They found themselves chuckling at how fascinated this human seemed to be with their lamp. I think I got this thing from the clearance section at the thrift store or something. “Oh, you think that’s cool, huh? Check this out.” They hit a button on the power cord, and the lights started cycling through different colors slowly. 

June’s eyes shone brightly upon seeing the lava lamp as he admired it with the biggest of smiles. But when Sam hit the button and the beautiful color lit up, his eyes got even brighter. “WHOA!” He looked back at Sam pointing to it. “Do you see this?” Then he chuckled. “Of course you do. It’s so cool! It’s like a giant glow stick, but—” he kept looking back and forth between the lamp and his new friend Sam.

He was too erratic for words, reduced to little bouncy expressions at the color changes as he kept looking back to the giant every so often to make sure his new friend didn’t miss them.

Sam, without realizing it, found themselves amused by the little human’s bubbly and over-the-top excitement. And for just a moment—the briefest of moments—they forgot about how hungry they were. “You like glowy things, huh, little dude?” Wait’ll they see the RGB lighting on my PC. They’d been playing on their handheld earlier, not their PC, so June would be in for a big surprise later.

June peered back and nodded. “Yeah, I love things that glow! I have a ton of glow sticks at home.” Though I ate most of them. “But nothing like this!” He wore the widest grin imaginable. “I couldn’t see things without my glasses—” he put a finger to the frames. “I have really bad sight. So now when I have them I can see all kinds of stuff, and I love the glowy stuff the best.” He then gestured to the tattoos on Sam’s arms. “Or pretty art like that.” 

He almost wanted to copy them on his own arms to match, but he refrained. He had to be a human. 

Sam’s grin widened as the human pointed out their tattoos. They were particularly proud of the relatively fresh one they’d gotten about a week ago—not being able to buy humans did provide them with a bit of extra spending money. “You’ve got good taste, little buddy.” Taste. Fuck. They’d almost forgotten about making dinner. “Okay, listen. You, uh…stay here. I’m gonna eat dinner. Then I’ll be right back.”

June gave the giant a thumbs-up. “I will keep your seat safe—” he almost forgot that they weren’t the same height. “I mean view!” 

He laughed a little as Sam rushed out to make dinner.

And then…June was alone with a very pretty, glowy object of beautiful colors that June would never, ever, not in a million years, think of trying to consume…

The slime, perfectly disguised as a human, stared at the lamp longingly. He pursed his lips together and turned his head away. Look somewhere else, June. Sam seems to like this thing, too. He tried to ignore it, but the quiet hum called him like a bug to a zapper. 

After a few minutes, he couldn’t help himself. He had to try and open it up and try some. Just a little. Sam wouldn’t notice if I ate a tiny bit.

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

Sam didn’t have any fancy dinner plans. They made a beeline for the package of instant ramen in their pantry, impatiently tapping their foot as they waited for the microwave to finish. They could still smell the human from here, and it just made their stomach clench with hunger even more.

The three-minute silence left Sam little to do but be occupied by their own thoughts. For a human, they seem pretty cool, actually. This was a bit of a first for Sam. The only human they’d ever had anything close to a conversation with was Chris’s human. Daisy? Annie? Whatever her name was.

And now, they’d managed to find a human that was not only unafraid of them, but seemed to want to be their…friend?

It was weird. But…well, Chris seemed to have a pretty sweet deal going on. Without all the screaming and crying and running in terror, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try making friends with a human. I mean, I get to eat them either way, right?

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

June had successfully made his hands grippy enough to get the cap off of the top of the lava lamp, and slowly climbed back down to lower the cap onto the shelf without making any noise.

And now…to climb back up for his tiny sip.

He leaned himself over the edge to taste some. He could feel the warmth of the glass and the strange liquid in himself as he absorbed it.

He had to force his body to cool quickly so he could take it in. He tipped further and further forward as he drank it, before he fell completely into the warm mixture of wax and chemicals.

Oh no! Ah! It’s hot! He had to quickly force his body to “drink” it, past his work uniform. He was increasing in height as he did so, though he made sure to keep his body’s color the same and not transparent. 

He tried to get to the sides to pull himself out. He didn’t know how long Sam would take.

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

Sam was rather blissfully unaware of the lava lamp carnage that was occurring in their room at this time. They were instead looking down at their bowl of instant ramen, and for some reason, they could feel Christopher’s disappointment with their meal choices.

Sigh. Fine. They dropped an egg into the bowl and stirred it a bit, then sprinkled some seasoning on top. They figured the red pepper flakes would give it some color, at least. It was like…well, the addition of ingredients seemed to only highlight the sadness of the meal, but at least it was probably healthier now. Though they couldn’t remember if they were supposed to cook the egg first, or—

Eh. YOLO. The ramen at least took the edge off of their hunger. If they ate quickly, they could probably eat the human in two hours or so.

They headed back to their room, bowl in hand, hoping the human hadn’t, like, fallen off the shelf or something.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 2 ->

Yes, this story WILL continue! What kind of hijinks await these two? Will June be able to lie his way out of this one? Stay tuned!

And thank you for reading! < 3

[thoughtsofananon]

Fic below! I think Sausage's expression is a bit wonky but i think its the best i can do.

Wait a minute- Sausage snapped out of his stupor. If Lizzie became human and lost her memory when she left the water, then-

He launched himself into the sky and veered towards the mesa.

Oh man, this is the BEST idea! Sausage squealed internally. It’s happened before! So therefore, it is very likely.

“Jimmy!” He called, landing in Tumble Town. “Jimmy I had an idea, where are you?”

He glanced around the town, seeing. . nobody. He looked again, more confused. 

Sausage hmm’d nervously, striding up to the Sheriff’s door, knocking.

“Hey Jimmy, I had an idea, look, it’s gonna seem a bit weird, but I need you to come to the ocean with me.”

Silence.

Wait. . the missing townspeople, no answer.. Oh no, please don’t tell me he-

MythicalSausage: Has anyone seen Jimmy recently??

Sausage ran off, checking Jimmy’s usual places. And unusual, even looking through the Creeper pens. 

His communicator buzzed.

ldshadowlady: nerp

fWhip: No

Sausage sighed. If the other one got to him I’ll never forgive myself. I really thought I could get him back. . But I can’t even do that if I can’t find him in the first place.

MythicalSausage whispered to SolidarityGaming: Where are you??? I have something that could be really important to show you. Why won’t you answer the chat?

MythicalSausage whispered to SolidarityGaming: Did you perhaps get kidnapped by a man who looks exactly like me, but significantly more into murder and destruction?

Sausage fluttered back down to Jimmy’s house and knocked again.

“Come on, little man!” He called, significantly more nervous this time. Nothing.

He sighed internally, preparing himself for the future scolding. Sorry, Bubbles. I am getting someone back. Especially now.

He pulled out the Staff of Sanctuary from his inventory. He imagined Jimmy. The silly toy, small, friendly, with a big hat and bright badge. Come on come on come o-

He felt that familiar feeling, being suddenly transported a distance in only an instant. Sausage wasn’t sure how to describe it, other than ‘weird’, but was that really describing it? He didn’t think so.

He flailed his arms, trying to stay upright.

“Jimmy- oh there you, couldn’t see you, you’re so tiny!” Sausage giggled, but relieved he’d found the Sheriff.

Jimmy, standing below him, gaped for a moment. Then he shook himself and straightened up. “How did you-“

“The Staff of Sanctuary!” Sausage interrupted brightly. “It’s magic and lore and stuff, but hey, I have an idea I really need to try out with you-“

He was cut off by a short, cold, bark of laughter from the tiny sheriff.

“And what’s this idea?” He asked, a condescending grin on his face. “A death loop? A death trap? Everyone in a convenient group to laugh at me?”

“What?” Sausage replied, confused. “No, I wanted you to come wit-“

“And now you’re blatantly lying!” Jimmy spat.

Sausage paused. This feels wrong this feels wrong this feels wrong-

“I think NOT!” Jimmy roared. 

He swung his sword.

Sausage gasped and instinctively jumped back. The nether it’s sword may be small and in the hands of a clumsy toy, but it was still netherite.

“Jimmy, what’s going on?” Sausage yelled, sprinting to the other end of the-

He looked around his surroundings for the first time. He could still see the striped terracotta of the mesa, which he supposed was good. There wasn’t much else, just a crafting table, a chest, and some scattered papers. But there’s what he really wanted. Across from himself was a tunnel leading away from the mesa cave, lit by a few torches he could see.

And between Sausage and the Exit was Jimmy.

I gotta find out what’s going on with him. I can’t just leave him here, everyone’s wondering where he is.

“Jimmy, did a guy who looks like me come by at some point and mayyybe do or say something?” He started trying to sidle his way to the other side. “But only like, a little bit different? I don’t know, would inverted be the right word? Maybe mirrored. Wing markings upside down?” Sausage fluttered his own in emphasis.

Jimmy looked flabbergasted for a total of one second.

“What are you fucking talking about?!” He spat, leaping to block Sausage’s path.

“I am done with you! I’m tired of- of- EVERYTHING! Stop making shit up and admit it, you were sent here to lure me, or it’s just you making a trap, or whatever!”

Sausage blinked. How. . how did we make him so angry? How long has he been so angry? They were just jokes, he knows that.

Right?

Memories started flooding through Sausage’s head.

Laughing at Jimmy.

Calling him a toy.

Begging for them to stop.

And repeat.

And repeat.

Repeat.

“You guys respect me, right?”

“Mmm. . yeah, I. .”

SolidarityGaming was slain by GeminiTay

Sausage swallowed.

“What?” The sheriff growled. “Feeling sorry now?”

Sausage swallowed, trying to gather everything.

Jimmy was someone they all made fun of and laughed at. But usually, the butt of the joke thought it was funnier than they did, acting angry for even more laughs.

“We went a bit far this time, huh?”

“Oh, you think?”

But. . Jimmy was their friend. Jimmy was his friend.

And Sausage missed him. He missed the Thornling, he missed the cat, he missed everything he’d been during Afterlife, and. .

He missed the Codfather.

“Yeah.” Sausage said. “We did. I should’ve stopped after-“

Jimmy paused. “After what?”

Oh no oh no no no she said not to tell Bubbles said don’t tell anyone-

“Sausage.” Jimmy said, voice wobbling slightly.

“After what?”

She. . but Jimmy. . but him. . I. .

I have to try. Don’t I?

“After I. . I. . remembered. Things. Other places.”

Sausage looked up, meeting the small sheriff’s eyes. “Jimmy, I’m sorry.”

The sheriff looked nothing short of shocked.

“You-“ He stopped, and swallowed. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes.” Sausage sighed. “Being mean to you is the dumbest thing to do right now. There’s bad stuff happening on the server.” He looked down to Jimmy’s arm. “Hey! That’s why you haven’t been answering chat, you don’t even have your communicator!”

“Oh, I left it at Tumble Town, in the. . rage of Gem killing me. By the way, can I still be incredibly mad at everyone else?”

“Absolutely, but no killing, and I’m telling you what I was trying to tell you earlier, we’re going to the ocean.” Sausage strided past Jimmy and out the exit.

Jimmy ran to keep up with Sausage’s larger steps. “Why? What does the ocean have? It’s wet.”

“Um.” Sausage started. “So, you know how I said I remembered things?”

“Yes. ?” Jimmy replied cautiously.

“Well, you had something to do with it so I’m hoping this works come on!” Without waiting for an answer, he seized the smaller player’s hand and flapped into the sky.

- - -

“HEY!” Jimmy roared, snatching his sword and brandishing it. “Why’d you have to dunk me?!”

Sausage smiled placidly. “I didn’t.”

Jimmy growled. “That’s it!” And leapt out of the water towards Sausage.

“Hey!” He gasped, dodging.

“What did I have to do with the water, Sausage?” Jimmy yelled. “Or did you just lie again?”

“When will you- when will everyone stop?”

He stepped forward, probably meaning to shoot out another accusation, but winced and doubled over.

“Ah- ow. Ow-“

Sausage sucked in a breath, reaching out. “Jimmy-?“

Jimmy didn’t respond, only falling to his knees in the water, one hand reaching up to clutch his ear.

“Jimmy?!”

Jimmy screamed.

Sausage watched in horror as spiny finned ears grew their way out from behind Jimmy’s hands, and at the hands themselves as webs sprouted between the fingers.

Jimmy shrieked as more webbed spines fought their way out of his back, tearing his clothing. You would think the tail would be the worst, his body lengthening, bones cracking, but no.

The growth.

For the past few months, Jimmy had been around two feet tall. 

The Codfather was not.

Jimmy screamed and writhed and Sausage could only stare, paralyzed, as he grew back to the seven foot two from a thousand years back. 

Jimmy finally stopped growing. “What’s happening to me?” He sobbed. “What’s happening to me Sausage?”

[hylianengineer]

Environmental Studies Pet Peeves

When people put styrofoam in the recycling bin. All improper recycling is bad but at least most of it is understandable. I thought the evilness of styrofoam was well know, I have a childhood song about it stuck in my head right now, but I am the child of an environmental engineer so maybe I am wrong.

When people think using the recycle bin makes them an amazing environmentalist and therefore they don't need to do anything else. No. You are doing one tiny thing. If you want to save the world you need to do lots of tiny things. And some big ones.

The ubiquitousness of litter

When people say stuff like "I'd like to eradicate all mosquitoes from the face of the planet." Do you like frogs? Birds? Lizards? Then you need bugs. Yes, even mosquitoes.

Soil sieving. It's dull, time consuming, and it comes with an injury warning for very good reason.

Fieldwork roadkill encounters

Fieldwork human encounters. Usually they're just awkward but I've heard too many horror stories about my coworkers getting guns pointed at them.

Ticks. I can appreciate their role in the ecosystem but I don't like being chewed on. How did they get through my 4 different defensive strategies?

Equipment that just. Won't. Work. I am never getting over my grudge against microsensors.

Winter fieldwork and the inability to feel my fingers

The balance during summer fieldwork between not getting heatstroke and not getting sunburned/bitten by 10,000 bugs/covered in thorns and poison ivy.

Bush honeysuckle. Yes, all invasive species are bad, but I have a particular grudge against this one. It's EVERYWHERE and it just drives me nuts how I used to walk past entire thickets of it and assume it was normal. Also, this thing has chemicals in its leaves so that when they fall they make it hard for other plants to grow AND it's hard to kill unless you're willing to break out the nasty pesticides. Also its berries look so pretty but they're actually (slightly) poisonous. Rude.

[bambinella]

Day 6 - Hiding

Critical Role - Jester x friends

A/N: I've never written about the Mighty Nein before, and I'm aware this is a crime. Therefore I decided to change that now because I don't wanna go to jail. Enjoy!

“Hey, have you seen my blue ribbon? You know, the one I put on my staff?” Beau said as she walked into the living room of the Xorhaus. Fjord looked up and shook his head.

“Can’t say I have. When was the last time you saw it?” He asked, earning an eye-roll from the monk, as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be asking you,” She retorted, earning a chuckle from him. She had a point.

“Come to think of it, I was looking for my captain’s hat this morning too. I haven’t touched it in a while, but I’m sure I left it in my room and didn’t move it someplace else,” He said, rubbing his beard with his thumb. Beau raised an eyebrow at that, leaning her shoulder against the door frame.

“Some of the trinkets I put in my hair are also missing,” Yasha suddenly piped up from where she was reading, momentarily startling Beau and Fjord. Sometimes she was so quiet he would forget she was there to begin with.

“Okay one item missing is fine, but two or three things from different people missing at the same time? Now that’s suspicious,” Beau commented. A smile slowly spread on Fjord’s face.

“I think I have an idea where our items went. Follow me, ladies,” He said. The three of them went towards Jester’s room, and he gently knocked twice on the door.

“Come in~!” The familiar voice sang from inside, prompting them to enter the room. Jester sat on her bed and was busy sketching as usual, looking up as she saw the trio. Her eyes brightened at the sight of her friends, yet Fjord could also see a twinkle of mischief in them. He knew that twinkle all too well.

“Oh hey there Jester, what have you been up to?” He asked with a smile, folding his arms as he slowly walked up to the bed. Jester closed her book and sat up straight, looking at them with a big grin.

“Oh you know, the usual! Drawing tiny dicks, chatting with the Traveler,...” She summed up, her tail moving across the bed. Beau seemed to catch on where Fjord was going with this, standing next to him as she smirked.

“Some of our items have gone missing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, right?” She questioned, and Fjord noticed how Jester’s smile grew a little.

“Beau! Are you accusing me?” Jester gasped playfully while putting a hand on her chest, earning another eye-roll from the monk.

“Actually I am, because you’re not answering my question. Did you take our stuff, Jes?” Beau questioned again, taking a step closer while putting her hands on her hips. Jester huffed. “I have NO idea what you’re talking about Beau! Maybe you should take better care of you– hey!” She squealed when the human suddenly reached forward and jabbed several times all over her torso. Now Fjord had seen Beau stun many enemies during their travels, and those hits always seemed very precise and to hurt quite a bit. But with how much Jester was giggling, he figured that these jabs probably tickled a lot. Beau’s hands were weapons in multiple ways, he realized with a shiver.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get her!” Beau said as she straddled Jester’s lap. Fjord crawled onto the bed and trapped her in a tight hug, which made both Jester and him blush, and Yasha sat herself down on her shins.

“Beheheau! That was mehehean!” Jester protested with a wide smile as her movement returned, looking into the brunette’s eyes. Fjord grinned and placed his chin on the tiefling’s shoulder.

“Last chance, Jester. Where did you put our things?” He questioned, his breath tickling the shell of her pointy ear. She let out a squeal and moved her head, and he had to avoid getting stabbed by one of her horns.

“You’ll never make me talk!” She declared, no longer playing dumb as she stuck out her tongue at them. It was all the confirmation they needed. Beau reached forward and scribbled her nails over Jester’s stomach, making her throw her head back with a loud squeal. She instinctively reached forward to stop Beau’s hands, yet found herself stuck as Fjord used his arms to hold her’s away from her body.

“Oh is that so?” Fjord asked teasingly, sending a shiver down her spine as he gently rubbed his beard against her neck, which sent her in another fit of giggles.

“Fjohohohord stohohohop! Thahahahat’s cheheheating!” She shrieked, scrunching up her shoulders to hide her neck. As playful and mischievous as she was, Jester was reeeeally bad at handling tickles. And it was, of course, the group’s favorite way of punishing her for all the pranks she pulled on them. And they all knew it was her favorite way too, so they had zero compassion right now.

“You can easily make this end Jes,” Beau grinned, playfully jabbing between her ribs with a single finger. Each poke got a squeal from their blue friend, and Fjord had to use all his might to keep her arms trapped.

“Whehehere’s the fun in thahaha– OHOHO! OHOHO YASHA NOHOHOHOO!!” Jester suddenly cried out, making Fjord and Beau look up at their friend. Yasha had casually reached back with one hand and was gently tickling along Jester’s toes, giving them a shrug.

“What? She looks like she’s having fun,” She said, a sly smile playing on her lips. Fjord suppressed the urge to shiver again. But she was right, Jester was having fun.

“It looks like Yasha is winning by making her laugh the hardest, you better amp it up a little,” Fjord teased, causing Beau to playfully grumble and glare at him. Her hands moved up and started fluttering under Jester’s arms, eliciting a shriek of laughter from the tiefling.

“EEHEHEHEE! OHOHOHO GUHUYS STOHOHOHOHOP!” Jester cried out, shaking her head side to side, a blush covering her cheeks. Beau chuckled and merely shook her head.

“Now we all know you don’t really mean that,” She teased, noticing how Jester’s tail had been wagging side to side on the bed, just like Nugget when he was excited. This only caused her to blush harder, the teasing and the tickles really getting to her.

“Now if you really want it to stop, you just need to tell us where the it– hey!” Fjord protested as he got interrupted by a sneaky tail prodding at his side. He returned the favor by blowing a raspberry on her neck. 

“AHAHAHAHAA! OKAY OKAAY OKAHAHAY!” Jester finally cried out – the raspberry and Yasha continuously tickling her toes had been enough to make her give in – and they immediately stopped, giving her a well-deserved break.

“Well?” Yasha asked with a raised brow, playfully wiggling one of her big toes. Jester squealed at the playful threat, giggling softly.

“They’re under my bed,” She relented and sat up as Fjord released her from the hug. Beau dropped on the floor and retrieved the ‘stolen’ items, ruffling Jester’s hair afterwards. Fjord was pretty sure he heard her say ‘little gremlin’, yet due to Jester’s loud giggles he wasn’t sure. When both Yasha and Beau left the room, he tilted his head.

“Why did you take our items, exactly?” He asked, actually curious for the reason. Jester would often prank them, but not usually multiple people at the same time. She shrugged.

“Everyone seemed a little more gloomy recently, so I wanted to prank you guys to cheer you up!” She declared with a smile, and while it seemed a very reasonable explanation, Fjord knew there was more to it by the look in her eyes. He could tell that rather than cheer them up, she had been needing some cheering up for her own. As playful and happy as she was, even she needed a laugh from time to time, especially in these times. He cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

“You know I’m here for you right?” He blurted out before he could stop himself, and he could feel his cheeks heating up a little. Jester looked at him with a soft smile, before nodding.

“Of course Fjord!” She declared. He smiled at that.

“And you know I’m gonna tickle you to death the next time you touch my hat, right?” As expected she started giggling.

“Of course!” She said again, this time with a wide grin. He chuckled.

“Good. Because I haven’t forgiven you yet, and you have about five seconds to run away before I get my hands on you,” He said with a smirk. Jester’s eyes widened as she squealed, immediately hopping off of the bed to dash out of the room. He grinned and didn’t even bother to wait five seconds to chase her, because if he was really honest?

Her laughter brightened his day.

[olivieblake]

hi olivie!! big fan i’m in love with ta6 and am looking forward to reading more of your work. one of my social media platforms (my book / pop culture youtube channel!) has gained an unprecedented # of followers! which is great! i suppose the reason i make youtube videos is for people to watch them… but do you have advice for this scenario? where overnight you suddenly seem to have SO many more eyes on you than normal? how do you deal with the pressure of being an “influencer” when what you’re doing is following your passions & you have gained an audience! it’s a good problem to have, i know. im curious for your take <3 thank you!

oh god well you've come to the right place I guess, in terms of people who went from underrated to overhyped over the course of about 48 hours. it's a blessing of course but also in some ways a burden, especially when it comes to creating art, which is by nature subjectively made and interpreted. so, do I have advice... not really! I actually don't think that internet/social media "fame" (microfame lol) is something the human brain is meant to withstand. with every surge of popularity WILL come a surge of haters, that's just the nature of the game, and while I think you can convince yourself on some level to interpret that as a good thing, it's still hard to shake off the effect of what some people think is appropriate to say, especially in those kinds of volumes. not that this is about me

I think I generally have pretty good boundaries, but I've really gotten to a point where I have to admit to myself that there is no conceivable way to have skin thick enough for everything, shy of psychologically warping in a potentially bad way to cope with it. so, I guess my main piece of advice is: remember what you're doing and why you're doing it. always come back to that, because what you're making isn't for everyone, and therefore inevitably people will criticize or complain. don't forget that the people who interact with you, especially the ones who do so to be negative, are only a fraction of your audience, most of whom are consuming your work silently, and they are only a TINY SLIVER of the actual world, which is filled with people who care about you and want you to succeed. go outside. seriously. literally. turn off your devices and remember where life is actually happening. never create content directed at the haters—it only hurts the people who support you and will never do anything to change or educate the trolls. overalll, my advice is the same advice to my husband, who is occasionally frustrated by the problem students in his classroom. address the person in the room who wants to learn from you. focus on the person who is actually listening, because they're the person you will really, meaningfully reach

[jakeperalta]

I'm disabled and so therefore I am really against standing room only at concerts and the last Taylor concert I went too I stood most of the time but I did sit down during the ballad and if a chair wasn't there I wouldn't be able to do that. Human's need to sit, even abled ones, and especially post covid + disabled ones.

I agree, especially given that the designated disabled spaces at venues are usually tiny so it's not like that's a practical option for everyone with mobility issues who need seating. plus general admission standing just encourages people to queue for a long time, stay standing even if they feel unwell or purposefully dehydrate to avoid needing to leave their spot to go the toilet, which combined with how hot it gets standing in a big crowd is just a problem waiting to happen. I get that smaller venues tend to be designed to be quite standing heavy, but the big venues like arenas and stadiums are totally equipped for seating and the decision to make the entire floor standing is solely for the sake of selling more tickets. they can still have smaller pit sections if they want, but i wish things were moving away from increased standing space not making it more common.

[voxxgrimly]

The Impression That I Get (Ch. 2)

CHAPTER 2

Somewhere Out There

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005 (9:00 PM)

Departing New York city with the phone number of one Charlotte ‘Lola’ Lee rendered Henry McCoy dumbstruck. He, therefore, devoted the majority of the journey to pure solitude; without the accompaniment of the radio– preferring instead his own recollections of those sparse minutes spent in the cafe. She had been– oh, to Hell with it! He had already considered so many (too many) descriptive nouns in his articulate vocabulary attempting to mentally compartmentalize Miss Lola Lee.

There was nothing for it; she was much too exceptional for mortal words to comprehend.

In the back of his mind he realized the folly of his own thoughts; a fellow who had, in his opinion, lied to her from the onset. The ‘Hank’ she had met was a man that, at least physically, no longer existed. Well no, even that was giving his image inducer too little credit. The man that Lola had encountered had never existed. Not at the age that the hard-light illusion portrayed. Not so… human.

One big, blue ‘paw’ traced the fur of his jaw.

Henry set his lips in a thin line, bolstering his resolve to never make use of the number in his cell phone contacts. It wouldn’t be– ‘gentlemanly’ wasn’t the word. Legitimate? Perhaps. Hypothetically it was even downright fraudulent. Stars and garters–! Imagine if they were to marry–

He ceased his thoughts right there.

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Wednesday, November 30th, 2005 (2:00 AM)

The mansion was quiet as the grave when Hank finally arrived in Westchester County; the majority of the room lights off and the ambience of the moon prancing prettily– stylistically skating the frozen fountain waters of the stately front drive. It was through the silence he directed his SUV to near the side entrance in what had been designated visitor parking and turned the ignition. The headlights dimmed, then darkened.

He was flagging before he’d even reached the interstate exit and now, eyes drooped and his shoulders veritably hackneyed by the day’s experiences, the weary politician slouched his spine and slunk from his vehicle with all the visible enthusiasm of a permanently exhausted pigeon.

There were no encounters worth noting on the trek to his rooms; though he did register in his ‘gray matter’ the scurried puttering of tiny claws on marble near the ground floor elevator. An escaped pet– poor thing. He’d make inquiries in the morning (or whenever he deigned to rise) and help find the critter for whichever needy student would no doubt be running veritable circles with distress looking for the piteous animal. His senses would prove invaluable for the search, after all. That was of course providing Logan didn’t take on the ‘hunt’ himself at sunrise. Feral senses were a horrible test of one’s temptations; the promise of a chase likely too good for the Wolverine to pass up.

Hank felt his own hackles bristle with exhilaration at the consideration and thanked his lucky stars that he was too tired to do anything outside of his imaginations.

Wednesday, November 30th, 2005 (7:00 AM)

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The atrocious battering of his door hauled Hank out from under the safety of several layers of warm blankets– hair stuck up and fur askew. A colossal hand veritably trampled his bedside table in search of his glasses.

“Bluebell, y’ in there?”

The stench of cigars wafted in from the crack under the door and the politician wisely (tiredly) wrinkled his nose. “Unoccupied, Logan. Out of body experience.” Hank groaned. There was no sense in staying silent and praying the man would disappear; Logan asking after him was merely a formality. Of course the other feral knew where he was! He’d probably traced his scent up from the entrance hall– still present from when he had arrived last night.

From the other side of the door came a snort and a fresh puff of smoke. “Cute, Hank.”

Dig made, Logan remained and Henry decided he wanted something other than to say good morning.

Why wasn’t he surprised?

“What is it that you require, oh dear compatriot of mine?” The mutant rolled his tongue over his fangs to keep from snapping them– fingers pinching the bridge of his broad nose. “And could you cease smoking in the school? I’m well aware that Charles has chided you for it in the past, Logan! Stars, but you can be a– a–!” Nothing good would come from finishing that sentence.

He set his lips firm.

Logan seemed nonplussed. He could nearly imagine the shorter man shrugging. “Some kid lost ‘is pet… uh… lizard thing. Found ‘im in the one ‘f the bathrooms.” Logan’s rumbled guffaw drifted through. He’d steamrolled right over the other mutant’s previous comments.

Even in his partly addled state, something about that assertion stuck out to Hank as peculiar. Forget about past debates when he had such more advisable prospects to confound the poor Wolverine with. And, well, he deserved it for turning up so early! He did–! It was nearly soul crushing– devastating, even! Did the man never sleep?

“Who was in the facilities– the student or the lizard?” Lips quirked in a half smirk, Henry tugged on a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts just shy of shabby. To Hell with it– the morning was far too premature to worry about his appearance to that extent. Then Hank opened the door, leaning himself on the frame.

Finally–! Logan looked unimpressed; lips set in a mighty scowl past that ash-spitting cigar and his brawny, crossed arms. “Listen ‘ere, Blue–!” The Wolverine was revving himself up for a truly masterful rant.

Henry would have just loved to stick around for it, but he wiggled his cell phone in the man’s face– a piece of technology that had just dinged with the notification of a new text message. “As scintillating as this conversation has been, my boy, I’m afraid I must depart! Er– work! Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow! That I shall say good night till it be morrow!”

He could hear Logan chime up– growling something about it ‘already being morning, Hank!’ as he shut the door in his face.

There was no assurance of attention worthwhile re: Hank’s appearance. He had absolutely neglected the thought of his fellow mutant in favour of the subject matter apparent on his phone screen. It was enough to make his hands tremble and his palms perspire.

‘Hi, Hank! Are you going to be in the city today to finish your Christmas shopping?’

Scant few lines, but enough to take the breath from his lungs.

Charlotte Lee– Lola Lee– had messaged him asking for his company. How did he dare to refuse?

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Read More: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48750490/chapters/122975914

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This story is an AU of The Last Stand combined with SOME comic elements and a LITTLE bit of Alternate Movie Timeline shenanigans. I pull stuff as I see fit and have fun! Enjoy!

I'll be posting a chapter per day / every other day until I catch up with my AO3! I'll also be posting my other Hank McCoy story titled Coffee, Tea or Me.

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STORY SUMMARY

Secretary Hank McCoy has traditionally spent the holidays alone. This year he’d been invited by Charles to the mansion for a celebration he wasn’t morally able to turn down.

During a trip to New York for presents, Hank stumbles across a human woman he just can’t seem to walk away from. It’s serendipity at its finest during a time of year when romance seems magical.

Lola, a Journalism major with innocent dreams of making the world a better place, finds herself attracted to a muscular, charismatic middle-aged man she runs into (quite literally) in her favourite cafe. He likes wearing fine suits. She's just trying to make it to the end of her final year.

There’s more than meets the eye, however, to the gentleman that’s caught HER eye. He isn’t what he seems and he’s hiding a very BLUE secret from her.

[tanadrin]

and the other thing about that SHWEP episode that has me thinking is about how the fundamental perspective of astrology--even for a smart, historically informed, university-educated astrologer who can talk about his chosen field of inquiry in a neutral and unbiased way--is so narcissistic.

i don't mean this in a pathological way. i mean this in the older sense, and a softer one, and i mean it in a way that applies to the entire human species, not just people who are big into astrology. we humans are narcissistic about the universe: we live in one tiny corner of it, for most of our history our ability to access information about anything not located within an extremely narrow band between the lowest level of the atmosphere and a ground depth of a few meters has been extremely limited, and between not dying of starvation, dysentery, or war, we've often been quite busy with things that do not much benefit from abstract inquiry.

but since the invention of the finely-ground glass lens, we've begun to peer out into the heavens a bit, to be able to see with more than just our eyes, and to observe and model the rest of the universe with more accuracy. and whether you're like the original mesopotamian astronomers who see the action of the heavens as causative of actions on earth, or you're like the stoics and simply understand them as correlated in a meaningful way, while not being directly causally linked, i think having any kind of meaningful emotional investment in astrology requires a meaningful emotional investment in earth as the only thing that matters, and the thing for which all else exists--or, to put it more accurately, as simply a lack of investment in the idea that the rest of the universe has meaningful existence.

and i see this attitude pretty generally in many different corners of pop culture. it's not, in itself, objectionable to say that the Terence's dictum about "I am human; therefore nothing human is alien to me" implies, naturally, "I should be most concerned about human affairs." It does betray a shocking lack of imagination to go one step further and say "nothing in the universe is not concerned with human affairs." And I think that worldview is hard to sustain if you spend any time actually thinking about space and the planets as real things, rather than just lights in the sky.

I think the telescope heralded the doom of astrology if for no other reason than it inaugurated an age of inquiry into the universe that culminates with us getting pictures from the surface of the moon and mars and venus and from orbit of jupiter and saturn that show these things as fully-realized worlds. worlds with their own cliffs and valleys, worlds with their own clouds and sunsets, worlds with their own histories and cataclysms and weather and *physicality,* and i suspect (but cannot prove) that if you can actually imagine yourself standing on the surface of mars, somehow surviving the freezing and rarefied air, to feel the alkalai dust between your fingertips and watch the storms advance across the vasitats borealis, the idea that mars has anything to do with you becomes laughable.

and then you realize it's not just mars--that every object in the solar system, from venus with its crushing, sulfuric inferno, to titan with its oil lakes and stony shores of ice, to pluto whose ground is made of frozen air, is as real a place as any you have ever been in your life--just one that happens to exist without any kind of human visitation, to be utterly ignorant and utterly apathetic of anything going on on this one pale blue dot with delusions of grandeur--and that this holds true for every star in the sky, for every planet orbiting those stars, for billions of stars in this galaxy alone that you cannot see, and for billions and billions of galaxies which fill every corner of the universe until they disappear into the ruddy haze of the beginning of most distant time--it becomes impossible to return to seeing the night sky as how we have historically seen it, as a two-dimensional flat picture, wrapping and enclosing the only thing that has any reality to it, which is the delicate skin of the (inhabited) earth.

the heavens as a flat picture, whose myriad properties are so much trivia of interest only to scientists and SF fans, may be (to be fair) the majority perspective of the human race. i certainly don't think there's any moral imperative to go through life staggering around drunk on the existentialism that a late-night wikipedia binge on these topics can induce. you can't live that way. but i think a little of it is good for the spirit, a nice antidote to our natural self-obsession as species. and i think it's useful, too. because most of the time--not always, but most of the time--when someone is trying to sell you an idea about the cosmos itself being arranged for your personal benefit, they are trying to cheat you out of something; your money, your independence, your capacity for critical inquiry. and being able to (just for a moment) mentally remove yourself to the barren plains of ganymede, to ask if whatever they're selling you still makes sense when silent, stormy Jupiter lours in the black star-studded sky above, and no living thing has trod that ground since the beginning of time itself, is a healthy antidote to that kind of flattery.

[flodeshe]

Venus conjunct Chiron in the 1st house 💕♀️💫💔

Keep in mind that these are just observations based on my experience and may not apply to everyone.I am not an astrologer.Thank you

 -With this placement, it can be hard to see the beauty within yourself. You could feel as everyone around you is beautiful except you. - Self-confidence issues within your appereance. You may have certains traits in your appeareance that makes you feel “ugly” or that are not “conventionally seen as attrcative”. - Feeling like you are not lovable but in reality you just don’t see how great you are! - Love can be a wound and associated with pain. You probably have been hurt in the past or you feel as if nobody finds you attractive.Moreover, you might have been bullied because of your appearance. - People might come to you often for advice because you have a healing energy that attracts people. -Stop comparing yourself to other people, remember with the rise of social media we don’t know what’s real.Anybody can fake their lives, appearance...Never forget that you are worthy of being loved. -Be careful you might attract manipulative people who will hurt you but you may have a hard time letting them go because you are convinced you can heal them. -Olivia Rodrigo has this aspect and I mean you all heard drivers license right!!And look at her ,she is beautiful !

-Venus is associated with femininity therefore you may feel “not feminine enough”or it might be hard to wear “more feminine clothes” like dresses, heels or makeup.You might try to take care of your appearance but think your look is still the same.

-Stop envy ,over-analyzing and criticize people’s appearance because you want to”feel better about yourself”.Appearance is important in our society but what matters the most is what is within yourself and not what is outside.Unfortunately,beauty standards are going crazy but remember that YOUR face is made of features that you may like or not. Ask yourself :”Why do I don’t like a certain feature, is it just my opinion or because of society’s standards?”.You know, a tiny nose or big lips wouldn’t suit everyone.We are all different, we are humans with a body and a face,but most importantly with feelings and internal issues.You have way more to offer than your looks.

-I have this placement and I do have self-confidence issues.What I try, is to think of who I am rather than what my face looks like.

-Self-love is a hard journey. Take care of yourself.Listen to your body.Exercise.Eat.Love.Smile.Don’t force yourself to do something because of some people.

Maybe I’ll add other informations later, I am not sure though.

Thank you for reading! Don’t hesitate to tell me what are your thoughts on this placement!Sending Love 💕💓! And also since it’s 12/31/22 I wish you all a great year full of success, love and hapiness!