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Alien Cheesus Crust is living the best life in his rainbow hammock.

Look at this master chiller cuddling with his silly spoon:

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hi friends! This recipe/review was delayed at first from- well it was a different recipe originally, technically bat tempura should be the next item but id like my first tasting experience of bat to be made by someone else who knows what bat should taste like. The recipe after bat tempura is living armor and id intended to use geoduck to mimic the scale. Living armor is interesting with dunmeshi as they used the suit of armor in 3 different ways; grilling, steaming, and souping.

Affording geoduck, a PNW delicacy, is a stretch for one dish, let alone 3. With my write-ups id like to offer a chance that readers will actually be able to make what we talk about. So I opted to use regular clams instead. I feel myself above the fire so we're still sticking with one dish, the dish that doesnt require a grill or a helmet-esque plating arrangement.

Today in our delicious dungeon, we're going to be making Living Armor Soup!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into Living Armor Soup?” YOU MIGHT ASKThe ingredients used in the show didnt give much to work on, quoting "medicinal herb" and "special sauce".

1 lbs Mussels

Shallots

Garlic

Bay leaf

Curry powder

Chicken stock

Cream

Eggs

Its important to use cream as your dairy, the higher fat content gives you leeway with boiling and acidity to avoid curdling. Any cream should do. Still bring it to temp gently but rest assured in the moo moos protection. 

AND, “what does Living Armor Soup taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

A smoother, buttery-er cream of chicken soup

The mussel meat itself feels like a simplified version of chicken hearts- structurally and in taste

Its not bad. You could hard sell it to a picky eater 

Green onions would bring crispier top-notes much needed

And maybe building a roux base for the soup would fill out the low end?

I dont know what drinks would pair well with this. My heart wants to say red wine but im not a grape fan and cant get more specific than that

I think the hassle of procuring seafood is why when i ask my friends their opinions, the responses are middling to negative. You cant build a palate for it if you dont eat it enough. If i'd had fish stock i wouldve used that rather than chicken, while it doesnt turn the soup disgusting or make itself known much at all, awareness of its presence draws unfavorable comparisons to food I'd rather be eating. And eating for cheaper too (...besides the chicken hearts).

. Some mussels out of a bunch will inevitably be DOA, you wont be eating exactly a pound of them. This and waterweight are the nature of seafood. . Lay easy on the salt until the end before serving . If you have enough mussel stock left after straining, you might not need additional stock

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From deciding to cook to sitting and eating, the process took about an hour and a half. Not bad but not great, considering this dinner left me feeling full for all of about an hour after.

And the mussels were mostly usable/alive too! I discarded maybe 3 of the whole pound! Sure seafood can be light eating- youd think the dairy and vegetables would hulk it up more. The science of what makes food filling isnt entirely understood, as is most nutrition and gastro science, so i dont know what to blame. Stunning that 1lbs of mussels was not enough to keep a 110lbs person full for an hour.

If i were to make this again, i would serve it with fresh dinner rolls (or another carb). Breads and seafood are joined at the hip in my mind. You want more delicate tastes from your fish? I got just the thing. An entire family of food with varying flavors and textures that just so happen to all work pretty well with the third thing people eat often with seafood; butter.

I give this recipe a solid 4/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) It needs workshopping beyond being recognizable to the show.

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Ingredients:

1 lbs mussels, cleaned and de-bearded

Butter

3 shallots, finely diced

3 garlic cloves, crushed

2 bay leaf

Curry powder to taste

120g chicken stock

100g heavy cream

2 eggs

Method:

Wash your mussels. Remove any beards and barnacles. Discard any mussels with open shells.

Finely dice your shallots and garlic.

In a saucepan, brown your shallots and garlic in some butter over medium-low heat. Once softened add your stock, bay leaves, and curry powder to the saucepan. Increase the heat to medium.

Add your cleaned mussles to the saucepan, the liquid should cover them but if not add more stock. Bring to a boil, and then cover and reduce to a simmer.

Keep simmering until most/all of the mussel shells open. Discard any that still havent after about 6 minutes of simmering. Set aside the remaining mussels.

Pass the liquid in your saucepan through a strainer and return the liquid into the saucepan.

In a seperate bowl, combine the eggs and cream together. Carefully stir the egg/cream mixture into the saucepan until incorporated.

Remove the meat from the mussels, either discard or save some shells for garnishing.

Place the mussel meat on the bottom of serving bowls and pour the hot broth overtop, add your garnish (if any) and enjoy!

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wild youth

one | trash can

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track one . . . crystal

cw/notes : ignore timestamps, hurt/comfort (my bread and butter yum), anxiety attack, feelings of panic, feelings of nausea (no throwing up), someone get me a suga asap fuck I love him so bad, ignore any typos I tried my best

The swirling sensation in her stomach never stopped even after she had sent everyone on their way. In fact, it got worse as her eyes tracked over the calendar she had on her desk. Little boxes filled to the brim with colorful ink, each color holding a significance that was important to only her.

Red was urgent, meetings she couldn't miss, or she would never hear the end of it. Blue was content, what subject matter she should be on week by week - which she was behind on. Green was tasks listed out in bullet points for science and math - to make a study guide, to redo a failed worksheet, to get supplies together for an upcoming lab, to make calls regarding a field trip in the near future. 

Orange was personal. 

Orange ink littered every Friday - ‘after school w/ K.S.’ (Abbreviated in case anyone came up to her desk with prying eyes. Already learning the hard way - last month - when question upon question was asked of “oh my god what do you and Mr. Sugawara do after school?!?” And “is Mr. Suga your boyfriend?! Is that why you have that on your calendar?!”)

Orange ink that scrawled underneath every box labeled Friday made her heart squeeze but wrench all in the same breath. Holding onto the feeling so hard she felt it crush and shatter in between her fingers. She had the tendency to hold onto things too hard, and never did find it within herself to let go - fractured or not. Always finding herself picking up stray pieces that fell here and there, leaving a trail behind her wherever she went. 

The amount of colorful ink, some smeared and some barely legible, threw her into a spiral if she looked at it too long. Too many things to do, too many calls to make and meetings to attend, and simply not enough time in one school day to complete everything. The swirling feeling that started in her stomach began to move, forcing its way to her throat and she took a deep breath. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, fighting the nausea and overwhelming need to spill her guts right then and there. 

In through the nose, out through the mouth. 

She remained like that a moment, focusing on her breathing and taking deep inhales of air only to let it back out again. But she gripped the orange pen she had in her hand tightly when she heard someone step through the threshold of her door; the sickly feeling returned to her throat immediately. She kept her eyes closed and took a shaky breath, determined to focus herself onto one thing rather than the person who came in.

She knew it was Sugawara. 

Knew the moment she heard long, relaxed strides and the soft squeak of chucks onto the horribly waxed floor. Knew as soon as she heard him walk through the door without a word - silent and all too ready to listen, to help. She knew he looked at her in worry, brown eyes swimming with an emotion she had yet to pinpoint. She knew he wouldn't dare leave until he knew she was alright.

Sugawara knew that she was losing her grip on remaining calm.

“Do you need the trash can?” 

A simple question, asked in a soft voice near her. She only screwed her eyes shut tighter and shook her head. “I'm ok.” Lying through gritted teeth, hoping he would turn to leave, but to no avail. 

“No you're not.” Another whisper of a reply. 

“I'm fine.” 

She heard him hum before the screech of a chair hit her ears, making her flinch and a ‘sorry’ followed quickly after. 

And that's when she felt him. 

His presence radiated next to her that she couldn't ignore - warm, caring, and selfless. Not a single off hand comment to say as he pulled a chair next to her and sat down without a word. She could feel his arm brush against her own, a simple accident as he got comfortable in the plastic chair. But a tingling feeling that made her heart stop; a proximity she couldn't tell was intentional or not. 

“Then I'll be here to make sure you stay fine.” 

She hated that answer. 

Loathed it even, for the sole fact it caused the sickly feeling to arrange itself into a lump in her throat. A lump that made her swallow hard, as to try and fight it, but only made it worsen as it became bigger. Growing until the feeling hit her chest painfully, overwhelming her with a sense of panic. One hand still held onto the orange pen for dear life, and the other death gripped her pants leg. 

“Suga,” the name spoken in a whisper, but voice cracking all the same. It dawned on her she had no control over how the situation went anymore, realizing she would ultimately drop her façade in front of the man only made the burning pain in her chest worse. The mask would reluctantly be long gone if she started to cry; and it hit her hard as she became acutely aware of the fact she couldn't stop herself if she did.

Her face felt hot and her heart pumped violently in her chest, hearing every thump within her ear drums so loudly it drowned out the rest of the world. She took one last deep breath - but that was the start of the complete collapse of her mind.

The inhale was labored, fighting back every instinct to let tears flow freely - she couldn't, she wouldn't, not in front of him, anyone but the man beside her. 

But she did.

The exhale was a choked back sob, one of which made her drop the orange pen completely and cover her mouth to muffle the sound. A cry for help that sounded too desperate to let anyone else hear, too pained to allow the man next to her bear witness too, too raw for even herself. Even with her eyes screwed shut, squeezing them so tight the corners of her eyes began to hurt, the tears fell anyway. It wasn't gradual, it wasn't a wave that pulled her down slowly but surely - it was the sudden, violent collapse of an, otherwise fine, structure. The chaos of watching a building fall, watching as brick by brick it all came tumbling down on itself. 

She couldn't register what happened, as the time from his statement and her crying was nothing but a brief pause. She only knew she was crying, her fingers sore from grabbing at the fabric of her pants, that her throat felt hoarse, and the hand that covered her mouth was now wet with tears. But a new sensation was thrown into the mix that made her jump in her skin and hold tight to the last thread of sanity she still had. A warmth on the back of her hand completely sent her to the deep end and lurched her off.

His hand atop her own. 

She couldn't explain why she flipped her palm over in that moment, couldn't place why exactly she interlocked her fingers with his without a second thought, and she surely didn't know why she removed her hand from her mouth only to open it. “What the fuck is wrong with me, Suga?” A wrenching question asked through broken cries and hot tears, “why can't I think, for just one goddamn second, that I'm not drowning? Why can't I think I'm good enough? Why can't I think I'm not a complete failure with everything I do?”

There was a long pause, one that only made her tears flow a bit harder. Because his silence felt cold to her, his silence felt like an answer all in itself. But he squeezed her hand in his own and looked over to her; if she had glanced, even briefly, to him she would've realized she took his heart right out of his chest. Held it in her hands unknowingly and dug her fingers into it, leaving marks that would linger for the rest of his days. 

“You’re the farthest thing from a failure,” he whispered. "And I’ll tell you every day that you’re good enough, because you are. You’re more than enough - you’re perfect.”

She wished she had said yes to the trash can.

“I am failing miserably,” she choked. “They won’t fucking listen, they won’t stop talking, they keep asking me the dumbest things imaginable after I tell them what they’re doing, and they look at me like I’m stupid constantly. And I have to pretend that everything is okay, and smile and laugh. Even when I just want to slam my fucking head into the wall and cry. I-” 

“Hey.” She felt him squeeze her hand once more as he cut her words short. “Breathe.” Another squeeze, this one tighter than that last, and he kept the tension. He held her hand like her life depended on it, interlocking fingers between his own and remained firm. He refused to watch her drown - or at least, they'd drown together. 

She took an uneasy breath in, and hopelessly failed at holding it as another sob wracked her chest again. To this, he didn't say a word; only watched as she tried to inhale and hold it. Brown eyes swirled with a concern she wouldn't even bear witness to, holding her hand as it was the only thing he could do. Failed attempt after failed attempt until she was finally able to the fifth time around - holding it and releasing a shaky exhale. 

“It's ok to not be ok,” he assured, to which he squeezed her hand once again. 

She finally found it in herself to open her eyes, and she looked over to him in sorrow. Blurry, tear stained eyes locked with his own and he felt his heart sink even farther in his stomach. How long has she felt like this? Thinking himself an idiot for letting it get to a peak such as this one; ridiculing himself within the chasms of his mind for not noticing sooner. On the contrary, she felt her stomach surge upward. A squeamish feeling that made her swallow harshly, and a bitter taste at the back of her throat that made her look away from him completely. 

She most definitely should have said yes to the trash can.

Her eyes had only met his own for a fraction of a second, but that was enough for her to feel embarrassment wash over her. So she kept her eyes glued to the orange ink that littered the calendar on her desk. Orange was consistent, never changing, caring - adoring. And she watched as, now slowed, tears dripped onto the paper. Drops created small, circular splotches that bled through to the pages underneath. Watched as the ink started to scatter and feather out from hot, salty tears; and for once, she didn’t care. Didn’t care that her handwriting began to be illegible, didn’t care that red ink started to blend with green. As long as the orange ink was still there, if it still remained intact - it was fine. As long as the orange ink would always remain there, it was ok.

“But I have to be ok,” she whispered, negating his statement as she closed her eyes again. “If I’m not ok then everything will go to shit.”

“Says who?” 

“Says my brain.”

“Well,” he began, and she heard the faintest of a chuckle sound from beside her. “Don’t listen to your brain. You don’t have to be ok at all.” And in that moment, she became overly aware of the fact he was holding her hand, because he squeezed it again. Pale fingers locked with her own, holding tightly, and she felt a heat rise to her cheeks. Muddled with the already warm feeling of being overwhelmed, she felt herself thrown to the deep end all over again. “Honestly, we can not be ok together.”

Together. 

One singular word felt crushing, but relieving all in the same breath. While it took her by the ankles and yanked her downward, it also grabbed her by the wrists and surged her up. A head spinning feeling that didn’t help her nausea; it only made it worse as now she felt torn asunder. Friday after Friday of being together but so, god damn, far apart. Together felt like a curse. A god awful, caring, loveable curse she couldn't get enough of.

She kept her eyes closed and lips sealed shut at his words, humming them over in her mind as seconds passed. Burnt out, foolish, embarrassed, and hot, she still noticed the yearning feeling that pulled at the back of her mind. An ache that never went away, only nagged and pined as it only continued to grow as moments became minutes. And minutes became a crushing weight to finally say something - anything. 

Together. 

“Do you want to get hammered tonight?” An off kilter, frankly off color, question she blurted out to him as she reopened her eyes. Looking over to him in anticipation, but a deep rooted fear swimming in her eyes, and she finally squeezed his hand back in response. 

She saw the smile form on his lips the second the question was asked, watched as the smile turned to a chuckle, and the chuckle became a silly, joy bringing laugh. “What kind of question is that?” A rhetorical question asked between chuckles, “obviously I want to get hammered.” 

“I still don't want to go to the bar though,” tagging on the statement quieter than the last and she saw him shrug in response.

“My offer still stands. Do you like shitty, cranberry vodka?” 

“Yes?”

“My place it is then.”

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[valscigarette]

Summary: Val gets so overstimulated by his own prehensile dick that his demonic form comes out. inspired by this post by @shushposting!

Tags: Vox/Val, Val/Angel, Val/Velvette, Poly Vees, Dubious Consent, Overstimulation, Toxic Relationship, Smut

See AO3 or DM me for more detailed warnings!

WC: 7.9k | AO3

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By now, Vox has the ritual down to a science. Every so often, just infrequently enough to avoid suspicion, he taps a couple drops of Velvette's love potion into Val's morning Four Loko and jumpstarts the program for his desktop camera feeds to follow Valentino for the day. It’s easy. Val never fails to leave his drink unattended at some point over breakfast and no attendant would dare point out Vox spiking his drink. Even Kitty, ever watchful, says nothing. 

“I'm busy today, just so you know,” Vox lies while Valentino curses out their toaster one morning. “Back-to-back meetings. Try not to have any emergencies.”

He pulls the bottle of potion from his pocket and draws up the usual two drop dose, leaving only a thin veneer of the glossy liquid at the bottom. It always amazes him how potent it is; the formula is derived from Val's own pheromones, after all. The love potion dissolves easily into the acidic drink, and, when a quick glance confirma Val is still fighting to get his bread back, Vox tips the remainder of the bottle in as well. It's hardly anything, he reasons. There's no sense in leaving so little behind. 

As he slips the empty container back into his blazer, Val turns around with a frown twisted across his face. “Vox, the fucking toaster is broken again!”

“Did you hear me? At all?” Vox asks, already getting up to assist with the not broken toaster. He leans into Val's space as he pulls the lever back up. It was knocked off track by Val's struggling, but his breakfast is salvageable and Vox can have the toaster replaced after the fact. “You're on your own today. Don't call me unless the tower is burning down.”

Once Vox plates up the toast, Val swans back to the table to spread spiked butter over it. Generally, Vox can't remember a second of the time he's known Valentino and seen him sober, and it no longer surprises him how much Val takes in a single day. So long as the studio keeps pumping out blockbusters and Val stays too high to notice a little extra kick in his drink, Vox is content to let him bury his days in a foggy quagmire of his own making. Val's less of a bitch the higher he is, anyway.

“Yeah, yeah, your schedule’s tight, Papi's got more important things to do than me,” Val drawls. He slugs back a heavy gulp of his Four Loko and doesn't so much as twitch. “Tell me, Vox, when did you get so fucking boring?”

Vox takes one of Val's hands and rubs his knuckles, a charming grin cutting into his screen. “These meetings keep the lights on, babydoll.” His own face mirrors back at him hundreds of times in Val's compound eyes, dancing as his gaze shifts over the reflections. “If anything goes wrong, take it up with Velvette. I'm sure she'd be,” Vox stops, his fans whirring like an inhale to cool his rapidly heating processors, “happy to assist. Provided you leave her models alone.” He raises Val's hand to his screen for a kiss, and doesn't begrudge Val a flirtatious caress along the bottom of his screen as he pulls away. 

Val groans low in the back of his throat, but it's too early in the morning for him to put up much of a fight. He finishes his breakfast in relative peace, scrolling through Sinstagram, texting Angel Dust, and occasionally slurping his drink, none the wiser about how long the day ahead will be for him. Vox can barely contain himself long enough to see Val out the door of the kitchenette, still nursing his Four Loko as he lights a cigarette.

The second he can drop the pretense of his own standard morning routine, Vox zaps into the nearest security camera. The electrical currents carry him down to his office, where a set of screens on the right side of his desk follow Val through the hallways of Vee Tower exactly as planned. His day is empty. There are no meetings. All Vox has to attend to is his own libido as he watches the love potion slowly rip Val’s self control to pieces. 

Its effects first make themselves known on the elevator to the studio. A simple twitch is all it is. Val looks down at his crotch, mildly surprised by the semi, but overall nonplussed as he finishes the last of his drink. He’s probably watching porn on his phone, Vox thinks, and can blame the early tinges of arousal on it. 

Valentino bursts into the studio like a model entering a runway, his wings a cape and his smoke a dramatic cloud, and the plain irritation on his face only enhances the beauty of his harsh angles. One of Vox’s cameras, outfitted with a zoom lens, closes in on the shape of his cock trapped in his tight white bell bottoms. Shifting shadows hint that the eager thing is already squirming, probably mere minutes from plunging into Val's own hole to sate its drug induced need. Vox cups himself in sympathy, stroking his thumb along the length of his bulge. 

“Angel,” Val hisses. His gravelly voice carries across the studio, distracting Angel Dust from the makeup artist turning a black eye into a smokey shadow look. “I need to see you in your dressing room.”

With a flurry of assurances to the cosmetician, Angel follows Val to his dressing room, unable to get a single questioning word past his lips before Val bends him over his vanity, yanks down his panties, and shimmies his own pants down just enough to let his swollen, prehensile dick out. The side angle from a visible security camera is perfect for admiring it until Val hunches over Angel, guiding himself into place and humming in pleasure as the slut beneath him squeaks. At that, Vox switches to a hidden camera among Angel’s makeup brushes, which allows him to watch Val’s tongue loll out and antennae quiver as he pounds Angel so hard the vanity dents the drywall.

“Fuck, fuck, Val,” Angel whimpers, scrabbling for purchase against the smooth glass top until Val pins all four of his wrists with two hands of his own. “Val, please, I’m gonna-”

Val shoves his head down against the vanity to shut him up, evidently not in the mood to hear his begging. “Just a couple minutes,” he coos, barely audible to the microphones in the room over the wet slap of his balls against Angel’s ass. “You can take it.”

None of the cameras are positioned appropriately for Vox to see the bulge Val is undoubtedly making in Angel’s stomach, but he can forgive it when this is hardly going to be Valentino’s last orgasm of the day. It’s just his first. Watching Val’s thrusts lose rhythm, Angel’s eyes cross, convinces Vox to unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and shove his slacks down to his knees. He knows he has all the time in the world to take care of himself. 

Angel doesn’t finish, but does keen in at an obnoxious pitch when Val does. A rich, velvety moan accompanies the final few thrusts, each hard enough to bruise and pushing more jizz to spill down Angel’s quaking thighs. Moments later, he's still panting and shivering when Val pulls out to continue jerking his now glistening cock, either unwilling or unable to stop pleasuring himself as Angel weakly pulls against the hands still pinning him in place. 

“Clean yourself up before the shoot,” Val snaps. Coming has done nothing for him, and he must realize the sort of day he’s in for. “If we fall behind schedule because you’re a disgusting cumslut, I’ll make you regret it, Angelcakes.”

“Got it, Val,” Angel hiccups.

As soon as Val lets go of him, he stumbles out of the dressing room to get to the studio shower. Left alone, Valentino plops down on the couch and lets his head fall back. The whir of Vox’s cameras zooming in on him must get his attention, because he opens one eye and bares his teeth. 

“Thought you were too busy for me,” he bitches, legs twitching apart as he pets a vein down the side of his cock, visibly trying to keep its interest in his hand so it doesn’t go searching for something better, like Val’s dripping pussy behind it. 

In answer, Vox strokes himself faster and waits for Val to realize he can’t walk out into the studio touching himself like a desperate pervert. No one’s coming to help him out with his little problem, and nothing would help anyway except to let the love potion run its course. 

“You better not be saving this to your spank bank, Voxxy,” Val spits, his back arching as his writhing dick finally escapes his grasp and presses into his hole. “You ffffuck- fucking asshole.”

After a few indulgent minutes, he clenches his fists, wipes the sweat off his brow, and eases his pants back up his hips, though their tightness does little to obscure the lewd act happening beneath. His staff ought to know better than to acknowledge it, though, when Valentino perches in his director’s chair with his legs crossed and calls action. 

For the first half of the day, Val puts up an admirable fight against the overstimulation of being fucked by his own dick non-stop. He disguises his several orgasms behind cursed insults and bites so deep into the heel of his hand that his teeth come away dark with blood. Vox doesn’t get himself off as he watches, but occasionally manages to get a few emails sent off when Val gets himself together enough to complain about the costumes or the performances. 

Vox knows things are getting interesting when Val calls for a lunch break. The mere idea is laughable, unless one happens to know it’s an excuse to clear the set so he can handle whatever meltdown possesses him on a given day. Practically the second he’s alone, Val calls Vox.

It takes a lot of willpower, but Vox lets it ring all the way to voicemail, eyes locked on the obscene movement in Val’s visibly soaked pants. He doesn’t answer the second time either. He also doesn’t feel guilty when Val throws his phone into a wall out of pure frustration. After all, Vox did warn him he would be too busy to help today.

“You little shit,” Val whines in the general direction of a camera, wobbly, like he might cry. “You can’t leave me like this Vox, get your flat fucking ass up here and help me!”

Truly, Vox calls Velvette out of the kindness in his heart. She answers for him right away, her end of the line chaotic with the background of her workshop, though she’s pristinely put together herself. “What, Vox?”

“I gave Val some love potion this morning,” he tells her, politely maintaining a high enough camera angle so as not to flash her with his own body or Valentino’s. “Great work on that formula by the way, my dear.” She grins with the compliment, a perfect opportunity for Vox to offer, “He could use a break if you’re up for it.”

Her smile drops as quickly as it appeared. “I’m not playing ring-around-the-cock-cage,” she snarks.

“Of course not.” Vox placates her by texting over a link to his live feeds of Valentino. “But I know you like him all pathetic, so I thought I’d give you a go.”

Velvette harrumphs and considers his proposition, before relenting with a long-suffering sigh as if he’s asked some gargantuan favor of her by offering up an overstimulated, submissive Valentino on a platter. “Fine. But you owe me one.”

“Whatever you please, darling,” he says. “Your wish is my command. Now, go put on a show, I’ll be watching.”

“Nasty prick.”

She flips him off, face wrinkled in faux-disgust before hanging up the call. On looking back at his screens, Vox finds Val spread out on the studio floor, massaging the base of his dick that isn’t buried in his pussy, back arched at the overwhelming sensations. The deep v of his low-cut shirt falls open as he thrashes to occasionally show one of his heart-shaped nipples, pierced and nearly as flushed as his cheeks with excitement. It takes minutes for Velvette to appear, but they drag on forever when Vox has such a delectable sight to enjoy.

“Come on, Val,” Velvette says, her voice ringing out before the cameras catch her walking up to his prone form on the ground. “You shut down the whole studio for this?” she asks. One of her sharp heels kicks Val’s hand away from his crotch, allowing her a better view of his situation. “This is embarrassing for you. You seriously can’t control your needy dick long enough to get through the day?”

To his credit, Val manages to speak between the wet hitches of his breath. “It’s not my fault,” he spits out. Excess drool puddles around his lips and tongue, slurring his speech. “I can’t make it stop, and fucking Vox won’t pick up his phone!” He lifts his hips toward Velvette but she backs away before he can touch her.

“If you only want Vox, then…” Velvette teases.

In an instant, Val is falling over himself to take it back, practically snapping his neck with how quickly he springs up on his knees. “No, princesa, I’m happy to see you!” Vox’s cock leaks at the desperation in Val's tone, the tremor in his hands as he claws up the hem of Velvette’s skirt. “Don’t go. Daddy’ll make it worth your while, don’t you worry your pretty head-”

“Shut up,” Velvette interjects. “Just- take your pants off and try not to make a fucking mess.” 

She helps Val kick off his shoes so they can strip away his bottoms, exposing him to the cold studio air. Several of Vox's cameras whirr as they focus on the million dollar view of Val's mindless, almost tentacle-like cock cruelly fucking him past him past the oversensitivity. Oh, he's going to be crying before Velvette finishes with him. 

The morning's buildup of tension surges in Vox's stomach as Velvette straddles Valentino, perfectly positioned to grind against the base of his cock and fondle his pretty nipples. A chirping trill breaks from his mouth when she pinched one between her fingers. “If you want a break,” she huffs, “we have to work for it. You know that, babes.”

Val moans a few slurred words that sound enough like an agreement for Velvette to slice off her panties to get them out of the way. Later, she'll absolutely invoice Vox their cost. At present, his cameras perfectly capture her sopping pussy rutting against Valentino. They're set to record automatically when he runs the program tracking Val, but he has to double check that he'll be able to watch the two of them forever. Velvette's exquisite heat is enough to tempt Val's cock out of himself and into her as well, giving Vox yet another gorgeous shot to obsess over for weeks before it plunges into her.

“Goddammit, Valentino!” she yelps, digging her nails into his chest. 

At the same time, Val's hips jerk up to help him bury his dick in her cunt, the poor thing helplessly repeating “Thank you Velvette, thank you, thank you,” like he's forgotten how to say anything else. Dozens of cameras strewn about the studio give Vox every shot he could want, including a down-angled lens that lets him see both the place where Val disappears onto Velvette, and Val's swollen pussy that twitches every time he bottoms out in her. Pearls of come bead from between his lips and drip to the floor, and it's the realization of how much Val has already come that pushes Vox over the edge. 

He's alone, but still bites the inside of his cheek to quiet his moan as he spills over his hand, the suddenness of it only intensifying the sensations. On screen, Val has found the perfect angle to drive fucked out little “ah”s from Velvette's painted lips on every thrust. His legs betray him. They kick out, restless and useless, a perfect tell that he's past his limit by midday. 

“So perfect, so fucking tight,” Val praises. His lower set of hands find purchase on her hips to aid each fluid motion and the pressure makes Velvette groan. “My pretty dolly.”

“Please shut the fuck up,” she snarls. “I'll cut this thing off and hang it like a trophy in my office, don't test me.”

Contrary to her intentions, this drags another breathless orgasm from him, noticeable only from her offended gasp and the cum frothing around his cock as he continues fucking her. “Y-you can have it, amor,” he chokes out, “it'll grow back.”

“You wish. It's the only worthwhile thing about you.” Velvette's cruelty always impresses Vox, and strikes one of Val's many kinks. “Now hurry up and get me off, I have actual work to get done today.”

When it takes him too long to work up the coordination, she grabs the upper hand not somehow still clinging to his cigarette holder, spits on his slender fingers, and forces it into place so that she can still grind her clit into his palm even if he goes limp beneath her. Their hands make the swell in Velvette's lower stomach look even more obscene, visibly twitching as Val's devilish cock moves inside her. 

“Finally. For a porn overlord, you're useless with a pussy, you know.” Her words don't match the climbing urgency of her motions, but do fit Val's downright sloppy rhythm that he'll be ashamed of when Vox plays this back for him later. “Vox fucks me better.”

“You fucking bitch!” Val cries. 

Although Vox planned on waiting a while for his next round, Velvette's hard-earned praise has him shifting in his seat with pavlovian interest. In his second of distraction, the slight enrages Val enough to flip himself and Velvette over with a heavy thud. The cameras fuzz with the power radiating off him, not long enough for Vox to register it as anything more than his own malfunctioning systems as he wraps a hand around himself once more. 

Velvette moans under Valentino, who has found the energy to put his back into each harsh thrust and growl, “I'll show you who fucks better.”

The spurt of jealousy surpasses his exhaustion and frustration enough for Val to drill her into the floor, each motion rhythmic and punishing in the way only a professional cam achieve, one of his many hands busy circling her clit between them.

“I can do this all day, Mami.” Every time Val thrusts into her, Velvette slides up the marble floor, until she wraps her legs around his waist for purchase. “All-” he interrupts himself with a whine, “all night, too.”

He's fucking her too hard for Velvette to get out a response, but her wordless moans say enough. She probably meant to rile him up. It worked beautifully, and Vox files away a mental note to buy her the most extravagant gift basket in the entire Pride ring tomorrow. Beads of sweat roll down Val's back like invitations for Vox's tongue, and each whimper in symphony with Velvette beckons him to join them but he promised himself he'd wait. It'll be so much better to deal with Val tonight after an entire day of this.

“Mi princesa.” Val's voice is equal parts breathless and honey-sweet, as saccharine as his dopamine riddled drool that Vox can see soaking stains into Velvette's top. “So beautiful, you, shit, you drive me fucking crazy.”

She doesn't reply so much as arch into him, nails digging into his skin once more and drawing enticing furrows of blood down the expanse of his back, mean tips of her heels beating bruises into either side of his spine with each vicious thrust. On another day, when they have the time, Vox could easily spend hours watching the two of them fuck like they're fighting. Today he only has one goal. 

“Don't stop,” Velvette gasps. Her body has gone mostly pliant beneath Val, drowning in the sensation too much to keep giving as good as she gets. “Fucking hell-”

Val presses himself as tightly against her as he can when he comes. His muscles seize, thrown in perfect relief under the calculated, cold studio lights, then go lax as he collapses in a gaggle of uncoordinated limbs on top of her. Still, his cock keeps working on its own. Judging by her whimpers, Vox missed Velvette's orgasm under the beauty of Val's, though he doesn't mind when she's still exhaling pleased groans every couple seconds. 

“Okay, that's enough,” she sighs. 

Muffling his voice in her shoulder isn't enough to disguise Valentino's sob. 

“Cut it out,” Velvette tells him, sharper this time, and shoves at Val's shoulders until he props himself up enough for her to wiggle from beneath him. Her biggest challenge is getting away from his ruthless cock, relentlessly trying to pound into her, but the advantage of being a separate person allows her to get back to her feet as Val's two excessive loads of spend drip down her legs.

Without the reprieve she grants, it takes seconds for Val's dick to find its way back to his hole. His legs collapse almost immediately. The tears come back full force when Val falls on his ass, overcome by his own rare disinterest with sex and the prospect that, like Vox, Velvette will make him deal with his libido on his own. 

“Please don't go,” Val trills, unironically crawling across the floor to Velvette because his legs must be useless. Vox earmarks this section of the footage too. It’s not often he gets to see Val in a state so desperate, so soon. “I’ll do whatever you want! Anything for mi princesa, my beautiful Vel, always so good to me and Vox.” He reaches her inches from the doorway, clumsily petting whatever parts of her he can reach in the distraction of his nonexistent refractory period. If he notices her pushing his hands away, he doesn’t care, continuing to offer, “as much head as you want, my face was fucking made for sitting on,” with no appreciation for her waning patience.

“Piss off!” she finally shouts, kicking Val away with a heel to the chest that will surely bruise.

Now that seduction has failed, Val growls at a pitch subaudible to most sinners, and somehow draws himself up on wobbly, fawn-like legs. He hardly looks threatening, still at the mercy of his own traitorous body, but Vox still snaps screenshots off every camera. “Do you know how many bitches would kill to breathe the same air as me?” If he expects to frighten Velvette into submission, Valentino has another thing coming. “You don’t get to abandon me like this, amorcita.”

“Funny,” Velvette sniffs, “I don’t actually care.”

Before he can issue another empty threat, Velvette whips out her cell phone to take several crisp, high-definition shots that Vox knows he’ll want framed even before they upload to the crowd. Thousands of pixels catch all the glory of Val’s wrecked state: his fur matted by a mixture of his own fluids, Velvette’s, and Angel’s; his cheeks flushed so bright he looks made up; his mouth slack with a suffering that could easily be mistaken for pleasure; his cock a noticeable fiend blurred by its motion. Oh, Vox could kiss Velvette right now. Instead he rewards himself by speeding up his jerking off.

“Interrupt my work day, Val, see what I do with these,” she taunts, waving around her spoils. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Val roars, though he doesn’t make any move to take her phone or stop her from leaving. “Fucking ungrateful, irritating cocktease!” As Velvette exits the studio, his shouting follows her down the corridor, all the way to the elevator. “You’re dead, princesa! FUCKING DEAD!”

She laughs as the elevator doors close.

Vox happily returns his attention to Val, who cannot distract himself forever by fussing at someone who’s not on the same level of the building anymore. The brief reprieve for his overworked pussy seems to have made things worse, reducing Val to a weeping mess as his surge of adrenaline wanes and he fights to get to the set bed before his knees give out beneath him. Honestly, Vox couldn’t have designed this better himself. The studio is the perfect place for Val to take repose as his own cock relentlessly wrecks him. 

He drags a pillow to his face and bites it to muffle the sobbing moans that return with a vengeance now that Val is giving into the helpless state he’s found himself in. What a pretty picture he paints, a magnificent masterpiece of debauchery that makes Vox understand the appeal of the sloppy scenes Val shoots all day. They’d make millions if he wasn’t such a priss about losing control of his dick, because the Sistine Chapel itself couldn’t compare to the tableau Val presents on days like these.

Another orgasm wrenches a scream from Val’s throat, his limbs jerking and the wet spot beneath him on the bed spreading faster than his legs on any-damn-day of the week. Vox has to congratulate himself, as Val’s crying turns to borderline hyperventilating, on picking such delightful business partners. Nothing in Hell compares to this, nor could it come close. And it’s all for him. He knows Val is waiting for Vox to come fix his problem, as always, and it’s a heady power the demon would never consider allowing anyone else except for maybe Velvette- who wouldn’t have put Love Potion in Val’s Four Loko this morning, but might’ve been more sympathetic if she didn’t get off on her participation in Vox’s scheme.

“Vooox,” Val whimpers, hardly discernible through the pillow and its feathery bite wound. The allure of his name in that voice has Vox leaning forward in his chair and squeezing the base of his cock so he doesn’t come from the acknowledgement alone. “Vox…?”

He switches his main camera, a few feet away but in need of an adjustment he knows Val will catch the motion of, given the wanton way he looks at the sea of cameras around him. All it takes a small movement, a few inches to angle the lens higher, and Val lets out a defeated laugh. 

“You, mmm, motherfucker,” he giggles, or perhaps sobs. Vox can see every tear to drip down Val’s face, but there’s a humorous bend to his tone like he reaches when he’s grasping at straws for any semblance of control. It typically takes him all day to break this far, but Vox did tip extra into his drink to empty the bottle, and he can’t find it in himself to fault Val for his own mistake. Not when it turns out this well, that is. “Better be coming to help me, or I’ll- I’ll-”

Vox zaps into his desk and reemerges from the camera he fixed. All the footage runs in the background of his processors, but he won’t complain about the chance to see Val up close. His screens, no matter how high definition, can't capture the scent of sweat, smoke, and cum permeating the air, or the sound of the silk sheets rasping against the waterproof cover beneath them.

“Aw, Val,” he teases, crackling with all the faux-sugar that normally falls under his partner’s purview. “You’ll what?”

Anything coherent disappears into Val’s crying. From the edge of the mattress, Vox can run his claw-tipped hands up Val’s strong thighs, nudging them further apart for a better look at his predicament. The skin on his cock is as pink and raw as his pussy by now from his fruitless attempts at shutting down his libido, as if he truly believed that a go at anyone else would be enough to stifle his need. 

“You’re no better than the rest of your whores, poor thing,” Vox tuts. He sinks into the bed enough to nearly lose his balance when he climbs on, but quickly braces himself with one hand on Val’s ass and the other on his lower back, between his bottom set of shoulder blades. Faintly sparkling sweat sticks to him, a side effect of the potion. But the barest contact drives Val wild, bucking as if he’s not sure whether he wants the attention he’s been demanding or if even Vox’s comparatively innocent touch is beyond the pail. “I can’t wait to show you all the footage later. Don’t worry- I probably won’t release it.” He squeezes Val’s ass to make him shudder. “This is just for me, right, honey?”

Val nods, trembling like he might be close again. “One more, then…?”

He sounds so pathetic, so tired, that Vox might’ve felt bad for him if he wasn’t leaking through his slacks. “Dunno about that. Your cage’s down in my room, and, honestly,” Vox trails off, shifting to pin Val’s legs with his own to stop them from twitching shut, “you already shut down the studio, and I’m not marking today as a loss.”

He knows well enough that his fingers alone won’t be enough to coax Val’s dick out of place, but he still traces the swollen point of connection where it disappears into his cunt, constantly rolling and grinding with more mechanical precision than Vox’s best designed machines. The joke really is on whatever God stuck them down here: nothing could be more heavenly than this.

“Do you know how many times you’ve come today?” Vox asks. “I counted a round dozen, but I might’ve missed some.” He rocks his hips into Val, which is barely satisfying, but nonetheless triggers his cooling fans to top speed and wires a shock over his body. “What’s your single-day record, anyway? It’s higher than twenty, if I remember correctly.”

The implicit warning breaks through to Val. He shoves the pillow away and fights to prop himself up enough to tearfully beg, “Don’t, Papi, I can’t.”

“Sure you can!” With little more effort than swatting a fly, Vox summons his cables to encircle Val’s wrists and ankles, each pulled flat to the bed until the moth is spread out for him and unable to wiggle more than a couple inches in any direction. In the chaos, he runs a quick records search as well. “You did twenty-four, one on each hour, for a New Year’s special a couple decades back. But you’re not the record-holder.” Vox abandons him on the bed. “That would be your pet project, Angel Dust. Last Valentine’s Day, you got a round thirty out of him. We never released it, but I’ve got it all on camera in case we decide to.” He pats Val’s ankle affectionately. “You’re not letting that whore outdo you.”

“Vox.”

Pretending not to hear him, Vox finds Val’s director’s chair to drag over for a better view. Nothing changes in the moments his back is turned, but he can’t stand to miss a moment of the best show of Val’s career--especially not when he finds the seat of the chair still damp. 

“Calm the fuck down,” Vox assures once he’s perched at the foot of the bed, studying Val like he’s trying to commit every detail to memory in case his cameras fail. “Like you said, you were made for this. Cry all you want, sweetheart. I’m not here to help you.”

Either Val is worked up to the point that words are enough to send him into yet another orgasm, or Vox’s timing was perfect to the instant. It’s a victory either way. As Val babbles into the sheets, his wings begin to flutter and struggle too with the inescapable stimulation. Vox can’t strip his suit away fast enough, probably should have stripped it off before he came, but the combination of his dizzying hard-on and the pure filth of Val laid out in front of him make the layers unbearably warm.. 

“Fuck, if you could see yourself, Val.” Vox can’t decide whether it’s better to finish himself off now, and last longer when he gets around to fucking Val later, or if he should draw each climax out to its highest potential before letting himself enjoy them. “I’ve been nice. I always come to help when you can’t get ahold of yourself.” Choppy wheezing is music to his ears. “I’ve earned a front row ticket here, don’t you think? Raise those hips a little.” When Val doesn’t so much as try to move, he uses the cables to rearrange him like a doll. “Let Daddy see. Don’t tell me you’re shy now; you look gorgeous.”

Val gags on the length of his useless, slimy tongue, and slurs unintelligibly. The change in angle is enough to let the searching tip of his cock probe that much deeper, wrenching a broken scream from his throat as he seems to come again, even if his shriveled balls are too empty to pump any more jizz out: another moment Vox bookmarks. 

“There’s thirteen, baby. Just eighteen more to go.”

Something in Val breaks and he struggles with renewed vigor. For all the times Vox has encouraged his favorite little interruption, he’s never dosed out this much in one sitting, and as the air thickens with demonic power, he wonders if he may have pushed Val too far this time. Funny, considering Vox hasn’t even made him cum that many times yet; they have longer sessions than this before breakfast, some days. 

“Vox, Papi, pleeease,” Val crows, pulling hard enough for one of his shoulders to dislocate with a bright pop. He’s a real mess. A flap of his wings generates enough wind to knock over a couple of cameras but still does nothing to save him, which is no one’s fault but his own, because it’s not technically Vox’s responsibility to help him cage his naughty tentacle of a cock. “Can’t do it. Help me, Vox, please.” He gulps for breath before rubbing his face into the blankets to wipe away snot and tears, sniveling, “Please, you have to.”

The safe move would be to wrap this up and defuse the rising tension in Val’s body, like it’s waiting to explode into something far deadlier, but Vox is used to riding the line of too close to the sun. “I don’t have to do jackshit. I do whatever the fuck I want: which, right now, is to watch you,” he sends a lovetap of a shock toward Val’s thigh, “break the Vee Tower orgasm record.”

Val’s responding screech echoes back off the studio walls. In a heartbeat, the bunching muscles of his back bulk and his slobbery tongue lengthens.

“Shit,” Vox mutters. He has moments before Val snaps through the cables like paper chains, quickly rescinding them to spare the extra sparks that are certain to incense the monster before him more. “Val, baby.” Racking his servers for the right words to talk Val down, he finds himself too overloaded to move. As Valentino morphs into his full demonic body, his dick never hesitates in its quest to mold its owners cunt to its exact shape, though the second phallus--one Vox somehow always forgets he has--growing from Val’s pelvis is easily occupied by one of Val’s expert handjobs. 

Whatever biological process generates Val’s aphrodisiac fluids kicks into overdrive, causing his saliva to cascade down his chin and chest, while his slick coats his legs. An extra pair of arms stretches in tandem with the first two as Val’s form grows to dwarf the bed he previously spread out on. In his presence, all the air seems to thin, leaving nothing but the siren’s call of his pheromones, strong enough to make it through the precise filters of Vox’s systems. 

“What’s the matter, amorcito?” His purr resonates through Vox’s chest and vibrates the walls of the building, while the subtle hums and trills he makes are finally loud enough to be heard without Vox cranking his audio sensitivity far higher than is reasonable. “You have a record to break.”

A panicked laugh echoes from Vox’s speakers, filling the room as easily as Val’s voice. “I was joking. You know, how we sometimes laugh at each other’s expense.”

“I get it now.”

Val’s arms shoot out to grab Vox before he knows what’s happening. It feels as if he teleported into Valentino’s embrace, face buried in his chest and still embarrassingly hard dick pressed against his second cock. Being this close puts the size into perspective; Vox couldn’t wrap both hands around it, let alone one, and its length makes him queasy, both attributes that set him against having it this close to him, let alone pressed against him, groin to ribs, like a threat. 

“Let’s be reasonable, dear,” Vox says. Static cuts through his voice, his face, in a betrayal almost worse than his own behavior this morning. “It would rip me in half.”

That tongue, endless and curious as the dick squirming against Vox’s stomach, caresses his body and drenches him in rosy spit. Several errors pop up at once, but he still hears Val murmur, “You’ll get over it.”

“Val. Val, come on.” One of Val’s hands trails through the viscous fluid and smears it down to Vox’s ass. Slender fingers circle his hole, massaging the drool into it and relaxing the muscle with unnatural ease. Vox’s only coherent thought is that it must have a different chemical makeup than the standard stuff. “No. Val-”

Val forces two fingers in. It should hurt, but instead it shoves Vox’s protests from his mind as his body falls limp into Valentino, and he barely notices the hasty addition of a third finger. Though they both know Val is an expert at both prep and fingering for the hell of it, he’s sure the cursory glance against his prostate is an accident because the bastard won’t touch it again. 

In the end, it doesn’t matter, because Val only spends a couple minutes perfunctorily working Vox open before his impatience wins out. Three of his hands--the fucker has too many--lift Vox to position him with the tip of Val’s massive cock kissing his woefully underprepared hole. 

“Val,” Vox entreats in a final desperate attempt, flaring his brightness to its maximum as his eye begins to spin, “you’re not putting that in me.”

He doesn’t get a second of control. Val laughs at him, and begins to press Vox down. Although the tip is flared, it’s still painfully wide from the get-go, and reflex-tears spring up with the first quarter inch. He bluescreens at the half and comes to at the quarter. He’s barely on Val at all and swears he can feel it in his throat with how full he already is.

“Nnn- Not gonna fit,” he chokes.

“Does it hurt?” Val coos, not that he cares. “You’re plenty wet, Papi.”

Vox shakes his head. “No. But I’m fucking full, ‘s not fitting.” The fact that it should hurt doesn’t cross his conscious mind.

“Not with that attitude, it’s not.” A haze of smoke comes on Val’s next exhale, and another one of his endless hands tilts Vox’s screen up so it seeps into his ventilation system. Another wave of warmth, of need, rolls through him in response and he loosens up enough to drop further onto Val’s impossible cock, and feedback squeals at them both in response. “You’re goddamn lucky the other one’s too busy for you, Voxxy.” Fuck, Val’s voice seems to be coming from everywhere, darkly continuing, “or I’d stuff you so full, you’d be in Velvette’s workshop for a fucking month.”

If Vox’s speakers aren’t blown, they're at least broken, judging by the constant static whine as Val works him further onto his cock. When the ridge of the head finally pops in, Vox spasms as he blurts precum into Val’s abs “Fuck, fuck, too much.”

“Don’t be such a baby.” Clearly mocking or not, Val’s voice seems to soothe Vox’s panic as he absorbs more and more of his toxins. “You’re thinking too hard, amorcito.” One by one, Val’s supportive hands let go, leaving Vox at the far lesser mercy of gravity to impale him on his cock. Of course one finds its way back to Vox’s wrists, to prevent him from holding himself up as a defense, and the one holding his screen never moves, but Val achieves his goal of defeating any chance Vox has left of escape as his dick explores to the best of its ability inside him.

At the point Vox thinks another millimeter will cause a crash so hard it takes all of Hell out with him, Val’s body locks up again as he orgasms, no longer too empty to flood Vox with burning, intoxicating cum. There’s too much for him to hold. It presses ruthlessly against his prostate and makes his stomach cramp even as it spills out around Valentino like a fountain.

Vox’s finish pales in comparison, pathetically small when the fullness drags it out of him alongside a glitching moan, though several lights shatter overhead and a rogue shock momentarily freezes Val in place. His system panics and bluescreens once more to prevent a crash, but he boots back up quickly enough that Val is still whimpering his way through the aftershocks. 

“O-okay,” Vox gets out, “that’s enough.”

But he’s still slowly sinking down on Val’s cock with no hope of escape when Valentino sighs, “But we’re only a third of the way there.” At least Val relinquishes his screen, but it’s to press against the bulge in Vox’s tummy with a gusto that makes him simultaneously spurt out a few more drops of cum and gag so hard he tastes bile. “See? Plenty of room, Papi.”

“It’s not- you can’t-”

Val suddenly moves, thrusting up to force himself deeper. “What was that?” Maybe it would be less overwhelming, to be stuffed so full, if Val’s cock wasn’t constantly moving like it’s mapping every square inch of Vox’s insides and will be tested on its findings later. He can’t catch his bearings long enough to have a coherent thought, let alone keep up a debate with Val. When he dares to look down, he can see the outline of it through his skin, rearranging his internal organs to make more room for itself. “Just a few more inches,” Val informs, like he’s not already pressing against parts of Vox that shouldn’t be reachable without dissection. 

Vox tries to say no, but a jumble of technical sounds and error beeps come out instead and Val just keeps pushing. There has to be more of dick inside him than anything else, or so he supposes until Val seizes and comes again. At this point there’s nowhere for it to go besides down what’s left of his cock outside Vox's body.  Val is too far gone to play the slow game and he continuously rabbits up into Vox, fucking him on two or three inches at a time with no regard for the consequences. 

The deepest thrust yet cracks something in Vox’s spinal cord and he loses connection to his left leg, but a complaint is too high a demand for him to fulfill when all he can think about is Val, Val, Val, in and around him, an inescapable fact of reality now. Nothing else matters. Nothing else compares. The complicated mesh of brain matter and AI that makes Vox could be rewiring themselves to dedicate his existence to being Val’s cocksleeve and, at this moment, he couldn’t give less of a shit if his soul depended on it. He can’t understand how Valentino complains about a pleasure so all-consuming as this one. 

As he’s questioning whether Val’s cock ever ends, or if it will keep coming until he bursts like an overfilled balloon, his ass meets the cradle of Val’s hips. “Not so bad is it?” Val simpers. Vox only manages to gurgle. His heart, his lungs, his everything feels flattened and pinned to allow for Val’s monstrous cock. Not only does it continuously rub against his prostate, but the sweeping arc of its movement alights sensitive spots Vox would have never known existed, otherwise. “Feels, ah, so fucking good, Voxxy. Other bitches die of shock before I get this far.”

Somehow that sentence worms its way into Vox’s consciousness like a compliment. No one else could handle Valentino in his full form, but Vox can, and he’s forgotten why he kicked up a fuss about allowing it now that he’s managed the impossible. To reward him, Val’s roaming hands are back. They stroke down his back, trace the bulge in his abdomen, tease his nipples, and work his oversensitive dick.

Val allows the independent movement of his cock to do the work rather than thrusting, which Vox has to remind himself comes from laziness and not any sort of care for the damage he’s capable of causing. Between their moans, the wet sound of Val’s cocks fucking them both fill the silence. 

Then Valentino comes inside him a third time, and whatever happens next is lost to a system crash that knocks out the entire city for several hours. 

Eventually, Vox wakes up on Velvette’s workshop table with his chest sliced open and her nimble little fingers nudging his ribs back into place. She must have turned off his pain sensors, but hadn’t gone to the trouble of washing the copious amounts of spend from his skin. Hardly any of his lower body was spared, and a flaky trail that starts on his screen, floods around his neck joint, and spills down his throat only ends a half-inch above Velvette’s incision.

She glances up at him when she sees his face appear but quickly returns to the task at hand. “Do not tell me how the hell this happened. I cleaned jizz out of places it should never be, Vox. Never.”

“I appreciate it, my dear,” he croaks. She hasn’t gotten to his voicebox yet. But when he wiggles his fingers and toes, they move without issue, which is an improvement over his last memory. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to put me back together; can you imagine Val trying to replace my liver?”

They share a laugh before Velvette reprimands him for moving while she’s working. “Trust me, you’ll want to leave the pain receptors off for a couple days, but don’t forget to take it easy. Val did a number on you this time.”

“Yeah, well.” Vox grumbles, “I told him it was a bad idea.”

She pushes the mechanism that replaces his diaphragm with more malice than necessary, drawing a neon blue bruise to its surface from the rough handling. “I can't fucking wait to watch the video on our next date night.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to tell you about it?”

Velvette leans down to press a kiss to his exposed sternum. “I want you to show me instead.”

A lesser man than Vox would be embarrassed, but he merely grins in anticipation of reliving the memory with his partners in the days to come.

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Welcome to this utter and complete mindfuck of a blog, yippee

“ Gordon / Pilot ★ ( I go by other names as well, but these are the main ones that people refer to me as )”

“ Transgender Man ★ He / Him ”

“ October 12th is my birthday ”

“ Aromantic Asexual ”

“ Self-Taught Writer and Artist ”

“ I'm into psychological horror and science fiction ”

“ I'm into Doll Eye and Postal ”

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“ Agnostic ”

“ I have a very low sense of empathy towards people, and compassion is what matters most to me ”

“ My blog contains fake gore/blood, suggestive themes, mentions of abuse, CSA, and other stuff that may be potentially upsetting and not for the faint hearted that my stories contain. Please don't follow if you are sensitive to such topics, it's for the best and what I greatly advise you to do, and please, do not romanticize or fetishize my experiences that I project onto certain characters ”

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A: It really depends, I don't have a favorite genre but any music with some sort of guitar I like the most, that's all I know. I grew up liking that sort of music.

Q: What's your favorite foods/drinks?

A: I like spaghetti, garlic bread, pizza, french fries, chicken nuggets/wings/strips, chicken caeser salad, salt and vinegar goldfish + chips, and dill pickle chips as my favorite food, and my favorite drinks are chocolate milk, Sprite, Pepsi, A&W RootBeer, candy cane hot chocolate, and bubble tea.

Q: What will I be blocked for if you ever do block me?

A: You WILL be blocked if your blog contains any of these things mentioned:

-Real life or extreme gore, including guro blogs, pro-ana/thinspo, SH blogs, or blogs that are made with the intention of showing off content with the aforementioned stuff in a sexualized, romanticized, or fetishized manner.

-TWISTED-DOCTOR/JFKONFUCIUS/Sleepykinq support (This person is not in the Postal fandom, but this guy fucking hurt many people throughout the years of his fame in the AMC and during the development of his game, he is an incredibly irresponsible prick who doesn't deserve any money after what he did to me, his ex boyfriend, and so many others.)

-DAMAGEDCODA6669/Birdie/Churro the Ferret/Psycho!Birdie/7/Chicken Brent Does Not Approve/Undini the Jellifoosh support (Once again, this guy is not in the Postal fandom, but considering how he tends to go into the fandoms his exes and ex friends are in, I won't doubt that when he comes back that he'll join this fandom, there's so much about asshole did but overall he's a fucking creep like TWISTED-DOCTOR is.)

-Fontik/Malachi/Himeguts/Ribchills/Eyesore the Ferret/UNICORNTEARZ13 support (This guy was in the Postal fandom at a certain point, and he's a neo-nazi, school shooter idolizer, and is just a beyond fucked up guy. Please do not mistake this person for another in this fandom that goes by a similar username, they are not the same person.)

-True Crime/Columbiner/Zero Day content (You guys are weird as SHIT go tf away dicknips. 😭)

-Pro/Dark/Comshipping (For obvious reasons, and while I can get why these people may identify as such, I'd just rather not see that content on my feed as certain stuff makes me uncomfortable.)

-Antishipping (You asshats aren't innocent as you think you are. Stop babying people who aren't pro/dark/comship and acting like a savior when you're only silencing us by pretending to care, sincerely, a victim of repeated sexual trauma.)

-Romanticization and fetishizaton of large age gaps (This includes when it comes to minors and adults, ESPECIALLY WHERE THERE MAY BE POTENTIAL GROOMING INVOLVED. Don't be weird about kids.)

-Kink stuff (THIS IS NOT A KINK BLOG, PLEASE FOLLOW ANOTHER KINK BLOG IF THAT'S YOUR THING!)

-TERF/RADFEM/TIRF/TRUSCUM/TRANSMED

-Anti-MOGAI + Anti-Xenogender

-Anti-Agere

-Anti-Kin

-Anti-Therian

-Anti-Furry

-Loli/Shota/Cubcon (or just in general fictional pedophilia, I do not fucking care if the characters are fictional, just don't show shit like that around me.)

-Incest shipper, including half, step, and adoptive incest.

-Romanticize Indigenous genocide or sexualize Indigenous people (I am an indigenous man. Fuck you people if you interact with my blog.)

-Fatphobic (Fat people are allowed to feel desirable and wanted, don't make them think otherwise, love you fat people.)

-Rage-bait/Rage-farming.

-Syscourse (I'm not a system myself but please for the love of all things, don't go after other systems like endogenic ones just because they aren't the same as you. You're perpetuating ableism.)

-Ableism (Even people who are physically disabled, neurodivergent, have a developmental disability, can still be ableist. Not just neurotypicals.)

-Have shit like Cis Men DNI or just generally Men DNI on a post in a serious or joking context (Reverse sexism is not a part of feminism, and it never will be, regardless if it's a joke or not. Cis men are not the problem, it's the fucking patriarchy, I am saying this as a trans man.)

-Aro/Acephobia (Yes, this includes people who are Hetero that also go by these labels, they are still Aro/Ace whether you like it or not. Deal with it.)

-Intersexism

-Xenophobia/Racism (Even if it's through memes.)

-Rape/SA jokes or the ignorance of rape/SA in a story, regardless if it's fictional or nonfiction. (I project onto certain characters heavily, and there are characters who went through what I experienced as a child. The Postal 2 Dude is a prime example of me finding comfort in this context, because I acted like him after I endured a bunch of abuse at the hands of adults, older teenagers, and kids my age. He's heavily implied to be character rape/SA victim in canon, and it shouldn't be ignored, joked about, nor recontextulized the way it has been by the community.)

Q: Do you tend to vague post?

A: Only if I feel the need to, which may be rare unless I have a genuine problem with something going on with somebody that I personally find alarming.

Q: Do you plan to separate Doll Eye from the artist, TWISTED-DOCTOR?

A: Yes, I fully intend to do that. I have no support for him, but the characters of Doll Eye are ones that I still hold dear to my heart.

Q: Do you take requests or commissions?

A: No to either of those, unless if I temporarily open up to the idea of requests.

Q: Do you have other social media besides Tumblr?

A: That's for you to find out yourself. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Q: Wait, if your Aro/Ace, and I'm asking the question... THEN WHO'S DRIVING THE PLANE?????

A: FFFUUUUUUCKKKKKK

[lyralit]

4.1.24 - the importance of learning new things

As much as I think academic & work focus is incredibly important going into the new year, one of my other goals is to practice doing more: to learn all of the things I want to do, in addition to work, in addition to writing. I want to know how to do thousands of little things, and I think the longer we wait, the less likely we are to do them.

Picking up a new hobby doesn't have to be buying a dozen textbooks and spending hundreds of dollars on lessons because you might have the slightest interest: it can be from whatever you have here, now, and you'll never learn if you don't get started.

Some of the things I've been getting into (as I've mentioned before) are baking & crocheting. it just feels so cozy and nice & I love the idea of comfort.

here is a list of things I want to / you should try that's new!

learning a new language. fifteen minutes a day, I kid you not. I'm learning latin on duolingo and I don't ever think about it, but when I do it (25 day streak 💪🏻), I'm starting to notice my improvements

consuming good media. and that's not scrolling for half an hour on tumblr. it's books—deep ones and silly ones and ones about romance and dragons and apocalypses. it's movies! I watched keira knightley's pride and prejudice twice in the last few months, and also three men and a baby which is something I never thought I would watch, but it was quite funny I think. and I learn from it: I cannot write humour or romance for the life of me, so it's basically studying to write (is the self-gaslighting too evident?)

learning to crochet. I made a silly little headband today, after scrolling through pinterest and desperately wanting one. I started crocheting in december to give as gifts (I completed none of my wips, much like when I write) and used the tools I had around me: an old rainbow loom hook and whatever string I could find. now I'm proud to say I can read somewhat fluently crochet acronyms.

baking. I keep saying this. I know. but when I tell you a two years ago I was exploding cupcakes in the oven and last month I made bakery-style cookies...I made bread! a loaf of bread! (in a bread machine, but it's so good and I instantly made another. there is one in the bread machine right now). honestly it just made me feel that much better about improvement, and trying new things, and that is the mindset I want for the new year.

learning to code. in all honesty, I never thought I was a compsci - engineer kind of person. then this year, out of sudden (masterminded) urges, I joined a bunch of tech and robotics initiatives, and maybe it's the sense of community (I can rejoice in finding another nerdy group) but now I am happily chauffeuring myself to these meetings 4h a week. I'm looking into pursuing more into the fields of eng and science. and I'm learning some code from one of the friends I've made!

starting a blog. ...I know most of the people who linger around my blog stay for the writing content (the last posts have turned this writerblr into a digital diary, and I'm only half sorry for that). but since I've joined tumblr (almost three years ago now!) I've got to meet so many wonderful people (including you!) and want to try so many things.

and I get it. it's overwhelming. so here are some starting goals that maybe I'll try also.

start doing art. -> make a card for someone as a gift.

learn a new sport & start exercising. (I'm trying out track & field in the spring, so stay tuned to figure out how that goes) -> see if someone will come play ball with you. do 1 or 2 youtube workout videos a week.

film videos of your daily life. it doesn't need to be for posting! -> edit together clips you've taken for a last year recape.

start a scrapbook. -> print out photos and dig up construction paper. decorate a page.

make a poetry journal. -> go on pinterest to read poetry! pin styles you like and set fifteen minutes to writing.

make a regular journal! -> write once a day. just try: goals for the day in the morning, or a recap at night.

try your hand at gardening. -> research plants that grow well in your region. see if any of the seeds you may have at home are useful. water your lawn. buy a plant and try to keep it alive (set reminders, leave it in front of your sink)

learn to make candles. -> watch a youtube tutorial. see if you can play around with candles you already have.

play chess. -> see if someone will play chess with you. no? chess.com is right there. go make an account. go find a stranger.

learn to play an instrument off youtube. -> maybe you have a piano sitting around, or a guitar you've never touched. you don't even need to master it. pick a song you like and google that. no instrument? maybe there's a way to play drums with home items.

go for a run. -> once a week. a set time. just shoes and the outdoors. too cold? go to a gym and use a treadmill. maybe that's not possible? skip rope.

start / join a book club. -> just you, or some close friends, or people online. a book a month. talk about it.

** on that note, would anyone like to join a tumblr book club? slide into my asks and maybe we can get a blog list!

thank you for reading again <3 until next time.

k.

[tameblog]

We love warm, homemade chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Seriously, what could be better? This is our classic, fool-proof chocolate chip cookie recipe that ensures perfectly soft and buttery cookies every time. We promise, you’ll love these cookies as much as we do! For more homemade cookie goodness, try our easy Air Fryer Chocolate Chip Cookies. Why Our Recipe My tried-and-true recipe I’ve been making for almost 30 years! The perfect texture with a soft center, gooey melted chocolate, and a touch of crispiness around the edges. Use this recipe as the perfect cookie dough base and customize with your favorite mix-ins. Make a quick batch to satisfy your sweet tooth and freeze the rest of the dough for later! We have been baking these chocolate chip cookies for the past 25 years. It all started in the 5th grade, determined to make cookies without an adult’s help, where instead of 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 cup of baking soda was added! Whoops! They grew larger and larger in the oven until they covered the entire pan! This learning lesson began our love for cooking. Mastering the ultimate chocolate chip cookie was extremely important, and we are happy to share that recipe with you today. Ingredient Notes Butter: Unsalted butter can be used, but add an extra pinch of salt to the dough. Make sure it’s softened for easy creaming. Brown Sugar: Light or dark brown sugar works, but dark brown sugar is going to give you a deeper flavor and a chewier cookie. Granulated Sugar: Balances the sweetness and helps the cookies achieve lightly crisp edges. Vanilla Extract: Pure vanilla extract gives the best flavor, but imitation vanilla also works. Eggs: Use large eggs at room temperature for best results. All-Purpose Flour: Stick with regular all-purpose flour for this one. Bread flour can also work. Baking Soda: Check the expiration date to ensure proper leavening. Chocolate Chip Options The type of chocolate chips you use is a matter of personal preference. There are no wrong answers here! Both semi-sweet and milk chocolate chips will work, or you can use a combination of both. Mini chips, chunks, and disks all work! You can even chop up a chocolate bar instead of using chips if you want those big, melty puddles of chocolate throughout your cookies. Just stick to around 2 cups total. Parchment Paper vs. Nonstick Cooking Spray I always recommend using parchment paper or a silicone baking mat when baking cookies. It keeps the cookies from sticking, and it does it without adding any extra grease. Nonstick cooking spray is the easier option, but it can leave a slightly greasy texture on the bottoms of your cookies. It also tends to brown them faster, which isn’t always a good thing. With parchment or a silicone mat, you get more even baking and a cleaner, crisper finish. The Science Behind the Perfect Cookie There’s real science behind what makes these cookies turn out just right every time. It’s not magic—it’s how the ingredients work together. This recipe is all about the balance that gives you soft, chewy centers with just the right amount of crisp around the edges. Butter creaming matters. Softened butter (not melted!) is creamed with the sugars for a solid 2 to 3 minutes in this recipe. Don’t skip on the time! This does a couple of very important things. First, it dissolves the sugars completely in the butter. Second, it beats in a lot of air which will allow your leavening agent (the baking soda) to give the cookies a bit more lift. Dark brown sugar adds moisture. The high molasses content in dark brown sugar gives the cookies a deeper flavor, but that extra moisture is what helps keep the inside of your cookies soft and chewy for days. The granulated sugar is what adds crispiness around the edges. No chill time needed. But if you have the time (or the patience), a quick 30-minute chill will make the cookies puff up just a bit more if that’s your thing. Timing is everything. Don’t you dare overbake! Baking for just 10 to 12 minutes ensures the centers stay soft. Pull them out when the edges are golden but the centers still look a little underdone. That’s the sweet spot. They’ll finish baking on the hot pan, giving you those dreamy gooey centers without overcooking. Troubleshooting Even a tried-and-true cookie recipe can turn out a little different depending on your ingredients, kitchen setup, or even the weather or your mood. We’ve all been there. If your cookies didn’t turn out quite how you hoped, here are a few quick fixes to get you back on track. Your cookies are spreading too much. That butter was probably a little too warm. Make sure it’s softened—not melted. If your dough feels super soft, just pop it in the fridge for 20 to 30 minutes before baking. That’ll help them hold their shape. They’re not spreading at all. This usually means there’s too much flour. It’s an easy mistake to make as measuring flour is a bit inaccurate without a kitchen scale. Fluff, scoop, and sweep is the method I use. Too cakey? That can happen if you overmix the dough. Overmixing can incorporate too much air into the dough or develop too much gluten, both of which can lead to a cakier texture. Mix just until the flour disappears. Burnt bottoms or crispy edges? This might be your baking pan. Dark pans heat up more in the oven and can brown the bottoms faster. I recommend using a light-colored sheet pan. If you only have dark ones, just lower your oven temp by 15 to 25 degrees and keep a close eye toward the end of the bake time. Cookies are getting hard after they cool. Take them out of the oven when the edges are set, but the centers still look a little underbaked. They’ll keep baking on the hot pan. Once they’re cool, store them in an airtight container—while they’re still just barely warm is even better to help lock in that softness. Make Now, Bake Later This recipe is perfect if you want to quickly make the dough and save it for baking either the next morning or later down the road when your cookie craving hits! Want just a little treat now and more later? Make the full batch of dough and stash the rest in the refrigerator. Cookie dough will stay good in the fridge for up to 72 hours. When you’re ready for more, just scoop and bake straight from the fridge—no need to let it come to room temp. This cookie dough can also easily be frozen. For best results, shape into balls and freeze on a baking sheet. Once frozen, transfer to a resealable plastic freezer bag for long-term storage, up to 3 months. When ready to bake, place frozen cookie dough in the oven and bake for 12-15 minutes. Storage Instructions Store completely cooled cookies in an airtight container on the counter. Cookies stay fresh for 3 to 5 days.  *Warm, gooey cookies are a must. If you don’t eat all these cookies in one sitting, you can put them in the microwave for 10-15 seconds or until warm. More cookie recipes… Source link

[romaleen]

We love warm, homemade chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Seriously, what could be better? This is our classic, fool-proof chocolate chip cookie recipe that ensures perfectly soft and buttery cookies every time. We promise, you’ll love these cookies as much as we do! For more homemade cookie goodness, try our easy Air Fryer Chocolate Chip Cookies. Why Our Recipe My tried-and-true recipe I’ve been making for almost 30 years! The perfect texture with a soft center, gooey melted chocolate, and a touch of crispiness around the edges. Use this recipe as the perfect cookie dough base and customize with your favorite mix-ins. Make a quick batch to satisfy your sweet tooth and freeze the rest of the dough for later! We have been baking these chocolate chip cookies for the past 25 years. It all started in the 5th grade, determined to make cookies without an adult’s help, where instead of 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 cup of baking soda was added! Whoops! They grew larger and larger in the oven until they covered the entire pan! This learning lesson began our love for cooking. Mastering the ultimate chocolate chip cookie was extremely important, and we are happy to share that recipe with you today. Ingredient Notes Butter: Unsalted butter can be used, but add an extra pinch of salt to the dough. Make sure it’s softened for easy creaming. Brown Sugar: Light or dark brown sugar works, but dark brown sugar is going to give you a deeper flavor and a chewier cookie. Granulated Sugar: Balances the sweetness and helps the cookies achieve lightly crisp edges. Vanilla Extract: Pure vanilla extract gives the best flavor, but imitation vanilla also works. Eggs: Use large eggs at room temperature for best results. All-Purpose Flour: Stick with regular all-purpose flour for this one. Bread flour can also work. Baking Soda: Check the expiration date to ensure proper leavening. Chocolate Chip Options The type of chocolate chips you use is a matter of personal preference. There are no wrong answers here! Both semi-sweet and milk chocolate chips will work, or you can use a combination of both. Mini chips, chunks, and disks all work! You can even chop up a chocolate bar instead of using chips if you want those big, melty puddles of chocolate throughout your cookies. Just stick to around 2 cups total. Parchment Paper vs. Nonstick Cooking Spray I always recommend using parchment paper or a silicone baking mat when baking cookies. It keeps the cookies from sticking, and it does it without adding any extra grease. Nonstick cooking spray is the easier option, but it can leave a slightly greasy texture on the bottoms of your cookies. It also tends to brown them faster, which isn’t always a good thing. With parchment or a silicone mat, you get more even baking and a cleaner, crisper finish. The Science Behind the Perfect Cookie There’s real science behind what makes these cookies turn out just right every time. It’s not magic—it’s how the ingredients work together. This recipe is all about the balance that gives you soft, chewy centers with just the right amount of crisp around the edges. Butter creaming matters. Softened butter (not melted!) is creamed with the sugars for a solid 2 to 3 minutes in this recipe. Don’t skip on the time! This does a couple of very important things. First, it dissolves the sugars completely in the butter. Second, it beats in a lot of air which will allow your leavening agent (the baking soda) to give the cookies a bit more lift. Dark brown sugar adds moisture. The high molasses content in dark brown sugar gives the cookies a deeper flavor, but that extra moisture is what helps keep the inside of your cookies soft and chewy for days. The granulated sugar is what adds crispiness around the edges. No chill time needed. But if you have the time (or the patience), a quick 30-minute chill will make the cookies puff up just a bit more if that’s your thing. Timing is everything. Don’t you dare overbake! Baking for just 10 to 12 minutes ensures the centers stay soft. Pull them out when the edges are golden but the centers still look a little underdone. That’s the sweet spot. They’ll finish baking on the hot pan, giving you those dreamy gooey centers without overcooking. Troubleshooting Even a tried-and-true cookie recipe can turn out a little different depending on your ingredients, kitchen setup, or even the weather or your mood. We’ve all been there. If your cookies didn’t turn out quite how you hoped, here are a few quick fixes to get you back on track. Your cookies are spreading too much. That butter was probably a little too warm. Make sure it’s softened—not melted. If your dough feels super soft, just pop it in the fridge for 20 to 30 minutes before baking. That’ll help them hold their shape. They’re not spreading at all. This usually means there’s too much flour. It’s an easy mistake to make as measuring flour is a bit inaccurate without a kitchen scale. Fluff, scoop, and sweep is the method I use. Too cakey? That can happen if you overmix the dough. Overmixing can incorporate too much air into the dough or develop too much gluten, both of which can lead to a cakier texture. Mix just until the flour disappears. Burnt bottoms or crispy edges? This might be your baking pan. Dark pans heat up more in the oven and can brown the bottoms faster. I recommend using a light-colored sheet pan. If you only have dark ones, just lower your oven temp by 15 to 25 degrees and keep a close eye toward the end of the bake time. Cookies are getting hard after they cool. Take them out of the oven when the edges are set, but the centers still look a little underbaked. They’ll keep baking on the hot pan. Once they’re cool, store them in an airtight container—while they’re still just barely warm is even better to help lock in that softness. Make Now, Bake Later This recipe is perfect if you want to quickly make the dough and save it for baking either the next morning or later down the road when your cookie craving hits! Want just a little treat now and more later? Make the full batch of dough and stash the rest in the refrigerator. Cookie dough will stay good in the fridge for up to 72 hours. When you’re ready for more, just scoop and bake straight from the fridge—no need to let it come to room temp. This cookie dough can also easily be frozen. For best results, shape into balls and freeze on a baking sheet. Once frozen, transfer to a resealable plastic freezer bag for long-term storage, up to 3 months. When ready to bake, place frozen cookie dough in the oven and bake for 12-15 minutes. Storage Instructions Store completely cooled cookies in an airtight container on the counter. Cookies stay fresh for 3 to 5 days.  *Warm, gooey cookies are a must. If you don’t eat all these cookies in one sitting, you can put them in the microwave for 10-15 seconds or until warm. More cookie recipes… Source link

[monaleen101]

We love warm, homemade chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Seriously, what could be better? This is our classic, fool-proof chocolate chip cookie recipe that ensures perfectly soft and buttery cookies every time. We promise, you’ll love these cookies as much as we do! For more homemade cookie goodness, try our easy Air Fryer Chocolate Chip Cookies. Why Our Recipe My tried-and-true recipe I’ve been making for almost 30 years! The perfect texture with a soft center, gooey melted chocolate, and a touch of crispiness around the edges. Use this recipe as the perfect cookie dough base and customize with your favorite mix-ins. Make a quick batch to satisfy your sweet tooth and freeze the rest of the dough for later! We have been baking these chocolate chip cookies for the past 25 years. It all started in the 5th grade, determined to make cookies without an adult’s help, where instead of 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 cup of baking soda was added! Whoops! They grew larger and larger in the oven until they covered the entire pan! This learning lesson began our love for cooking. Mastering the ultimate chocolate chip cookie was extremely important, and we are happy to share that recipe with you today. Ingredient Notes Butter: Unsalted butter can be used, but add an extra pinch of salt to the dough. Make sure it’s softened for easy creaming. Brown Sugar: Light or dark brown sugar works, but dark brown sugar is going to give you a deeper flavor and a chewier cookie. Granulated Sugar: Balances the sweetness and helps the cookies achieve lightly crisp edges. Vanilla Extract: Pure vanilla extract gives the best flavor, but imitation vanilla also works. Eggs: Use large eggs at room temperature for best results. All-Purpose Flour: Stick with regular all-purpose flour for this one. Bread flour can also work. Baking Soda: Check the expiration date to ensure proper leavening. Chocolate Chip Options The type of chocolate chips you use is a matter of personal preference. There are no wrong answers here! Both semi-sweet and milk chocolate chips will work, or you can use a combination of both. Mini chips, chunks, and disks all work! You can even chop up a chocolate bar instead of using chips if you want those big, melty puddles of chocolate throughout your cookies. Just stick to around 2 cups total. Parchment Paper vs. Nonstick Cooking Spray I always recommend using parchment paper or a silicone baking mat when baking cookies. It keeps the cookies from sticking, and it does it without adding any extra grease. Nonstick cooking spray is the easier option, but it can leave a slightly greasy texture on the bottoms of your cookies. It also tends to brown them faster, which isn’t always a good thing. With parchment or a silicone mat, you get more even baking and a cleaner, crisper finish. The Science Behind the Perfect Cookie There’s real science behind what makes these cookies turn out just right every time. It’s not magic—it’s how the ingredients work together. This recipe is all about the balance that gives you soft, chewy centers with just the right amount of crisp around the edges. Butter creaming matters. Softened butter (not melted!) is creamed with the sugars for a solid 2 to 3 minutes in this recipe. Don’t skip on the time! This does a couple of very important things. First, it dissolves the sugars completely in the butter. Second, it beats in a lot of air which will allow your leavening agent (the baking soda) to give the cookies a bit more lift. Dark brown sugar adds moisture. The high molasses content in dark brown sugar gives the cookies a deeper flavor, but that extra moisture is what helps keep the inside of your cookies soft and chewy for days. The granulated sugar is what adds crispiness around the edges. No chill time needed. But if you have the time (or the patience), a quick 30-minute chill will make the cookies puff up just a bit more if that’s your thing. Timing is everything. Don’t you dare overbake! Baking for just 10 to 12 minutes ensures the centers stay soft. Pull them out when the edges are golden but the centers still look a little underdone. That’s the sweet spot. They’ll finish baking on the hot pan, giving you those dreamy gooey centers without overcooking. Troubleshooting Even a tried-and-true cookie recipe can turn out a little different depending on your ingredients, kitchen setup, or even the weather or your mood. We’ve all been there. If your cookies didn’t turn out quite how you hoped, here are a few quick fixes to get you back on track. Your cookies are spreading too much. That butter was probably a little too warm. Make sure it’s softened—not melted. If your dough feels super soft, just pop it in the fridge for 20 to 30 minutes before baking. That’ll help them hold their shape. They’re not spreading at all. This usually means there’s too much flour. It’s an easy mistake to make as measuring flour is a bit inaccurate without a kitchen scale. Fluff, scoop, and sweep is the method I use. Too cakey? That can happen if you overmix the dough. Overmixing can incorporate too much air into the dough or develop too much gluten, both of which can lead to a cakier texture. Mix just until the flour disappears. Burnt bottoms or crispy edges? This might be your baking pan. Dark pans heat up more in the oven and can brown the bottoms faster. I recommend using a light-colored sheet pan. If you only have dark ones, just lower your oven temp by 15 to 25 degrees and keep a close eye toward the end of the bake time. Cookies are getting hard after they cool. Take them out of the oven when the edges are set, but the centers still look a little underbaked. They’ll keep baking on the hot pan. Once they’re cool, store them in an airtight container—while they’re still just barely warm is even better to help lock in that softness. Make Now, Bake Later This recipe is perfect if you want to quickly make the dough and save it for baking either the next morning or later down the road when your cookie craving hits! Want just a little treat now and more later? Make the full batch of dough and stash the rest in the refrigerator. Cookie dough will stay good in the fridge for up to 72 hours. When you’re ready for more, just scoop and bake straight from the fridge—no need to let it come to room temp. This cookie dough can also easily be frozen. For best results, shape into balls and freeze on a baking sheet. Once frozen, transfer to a resealable plastic freezer bag for long-term storage, up to 3 months. When ready to bake, place frozen cookie dough in the oven and bake for 12-15 minutes. Storage Instructions Store completely cooled cookies in an airtight container on the counter. Cookies stay fresh for 3 to 5 days.  *Warm, gooey cookies are a must. If you don’t eat all these cookies in one sitting, you can put them in the microwave for 10-15 seconds or until warm. More cookie recipes… Source link

[iammeandmy]

We love warm, homemade chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Seriously, what could be better? This is our classic, fool-proof chocolate chip cookie recipe that ensures perfectly soft and buttery cookies every time. We promise, you’ll love these cookies as much as we do! For more homemade cookie goodness, try our easy Air Fryer Chocolate Chip Cookies. Why Our Recipe My tried-and-true recipe I’ve been making for almost 30 years! The perfect texture with a soft center, gooey melted chocolate, and a touch of crispiness around the edges. Use this recipe as the perfect cookie dough base and customize with your favorite mix-ins. Make a quick batch to satisfy your sweet tooth and freeze the rest of the dough for later! We have been baking these chocolate chip cookies for the past 25 years. It all started in the 5th grade, determined to make cookies without an adult’s help, where instead of 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 cup of baking soda was added! Whoops! They grew larger and larger in the oven until they covered the entire pan! This learning lesson began our love for cooking. Mastering the ultimate chocolate chip cookie was extremely important, and we are happy to share that recipe with you today. Ingredient Notes Butter: Unsalted butter can be used, but add an extra pinch of salt to the dough. Make sure it’s softened for easy creaming. Brown Sugar: Light or dark brown sugar works, but dark brown sugar is going to give you a deeper flavor and a chewier cookie. Granulated Sugar: Balances the sweetness and helps the cookies achieve lightly crisp edges. Vanilla Extract: Pure vanilla extract gives the best flavor, but imitation vanilla also works. Eggs: Use large eggs at room temperature for best results. All-Purpose Flour: Stick with regular all-purpose flour for this one. Bread flour can also work. Baking Soda: Check the expiration date to ensure proper leavening. Chocolate Chip Options The type of chocolate chips you use is a matter of personal preference. There are no wrong answers here! Both semi-sweet and milk chocolate chips will work, or you can use a combination of both. Mini chips, chunks, and disks all work! You can even chop up a chocolate bar instead of using chips if you want those big, melty puddles of chocolate throughout your cookies. Just stick to around 2 cups total. Parchment Paper vs. Nonstick Cooking Spray I always recommend using parchment paper or a silicone baking mat when baking cookies. It keeps the cookies from sticking, and it does it without adding any extra grease. Nonstick cooking spray is the easier option, but it can leave a slightly greasy texture on the bottoms of your cookies. It also tends to brown them faster, which isn’t always a good thing. With parchment or a silicone mat, you get more even baking and a cleaner, crisper finish. The Science Behind the Perfect Cookie There’s real science behind what makes these cookies turn out just right every time. It’s not magic—it’s how the ingredients work together. This recipe is all about the balance that gives you soft, chewy centers with just the right amount of crisp around the edges. Butter creaming matters. Softened butter (not melted!) is creamed with the sugars for a solid 2 to 3 minutes in this recipe. Don’t skip on the time! This does a couple of very important things. First, it dissolves the sugars completely in the butter. Second, it beats in a lot of air which will allow your leavening agent (the baking soda) to give the cookies a bit more lift. Dark brown sugar adds moisture. The high molasses content in dark brown sugar gives the cookies a deeper flavor, but that extra moisture is what helps keep the inside of your cookies soft and chewy for days. The granulated sugar is what adds crispiness around the edges. No chill time needed. But if you have the time (or the patience), a quick 30-minute chill will make the cookies puff up just a bit more if that’s your thing. Timing is everything. Don’t you dare overbake! Baking for just 10 to 12 minutes ensures the centers stay soft. Pull them out when the edges are golden but the centers still look a little underdone. That’s the sweet spot. They’ll finish baking on the hot pan, giving you those dreamy gooey centers without overcooking. Troubleshooting Even a tried-and-true cookie recipe can turn out a little different depending on your ingredients, kitchen setup, or even the weather or your mood. We’ve all been there. If your cookies didn’t turn out quite how you hoped, here are a few quick fixes to get you back on track. Your cookies are spreading too much. That butter was probably a little too warm. Make sure it’s softened—not melted. If your dough feels super soft, just pop it in the fridge for 20 to 30 minutes before baking. That’ll help them hold their shape. They’re not spreading at all. This usually means there’s too much flour. It’s an easy mistake to make as measuring flour is a bit inaccurate without a kitchen scale. Fluff, scoop, and sweep is the method I use. Too cakey? That can happen if you overmix the dough. Overmixing can incorporate too much air into the dough or develop too much gluten, both of which can lead to a cakier texture. Mix just until the flour disappears. Burnt bottoms or crispy edges? This might be your baking pan. Dark pans heat up more in the oven and can brown the bottoms faster. I recommend using a light-colored sheet pan. If you only have dark ones, just lower your oven temp by 15 to 25 degrees and keep a close eye toward the end of the bake time. Cookies are getting hard after they cool. Take them out of the oven when the edges are set, but the centers still look a little underbaked. They’ll keep baking on the hot pan. Once they’re cool, store them in an airtight container—while they’re still just barely warm is even better to help lock in that softness. Make Now, Bake Later This recipe is perfect if you want to quickly make the dough and save it for baking either the next morning or later down the road when your cookie craving hits! Want just a little treat now and more later? Make the full batch of dough and stash the rest in the refrigerator. Cookie dough will stay good in the fridge for up to 72 hours. When you’re ready for more, just scoop and bake straight from the fridge—no need to let it come to room temp. This cookie dough can also easily be frozen. For best results, shape into balls and freeze on a baking sheet. Once frozen, transfer to a resealable plastic freezer bag for long-term storage, up to 3 months. When ready to bake, place frozen cookie dough in the oven and bake for 12-15 minutes. Storage Instructions Store completely cooled cookies in an airtight container on the counter. Cookies stay fresh for 3 to 5 days.  *Warm, gooey cookies are a must. If you don’t eat all these cookies in one sitting, you can put them in the microwave for 10-15 seconds or until warm. More cookie recipes… Source link

[januishstory]

We love warm, homemade chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Seriously, what could be better? This is our classic, fool-proof chocolate chip cookie recipe that ensures perfectly soft and buttery cookies every time. We promise, you’ll love these cookies as much as we do! For more homemade cookie goodness, try our easy Air Fryer Chocolate Chip Cookies. Why Our Recipe My tried-and-true recipe I’ve been making for almost 30 years! The perfect texture with a soft center, gooey melted chocolate, and a touch of crispiness around the edges. Use this recipe as the perfect cookie dough base and customize with your favorite mix-ins. Make a quick batch to satisfy your sweet tooth and freeze the rest of the dough for later! We have been baking these chocolate chip cookies for the past 25 years. It all started in the 5th grade, determined to make cookies without an adult’s help, where instead of 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 cup of baking soda was added! Whoops! They grew larger and larger in the oven until they covered the entire pan! This learning lesson began our love for cooking. Mastering the ultimate chocolate chip cookie was extremely important, and we are happy to share that recipe with you today. Ingredient Notes Butter: Unsalted butter can be used, but add an extra pinch of salt to the dough. Make sure it’s softened for easy creaming. Brown Sugar: Light or dark brown sugar works, but dark brown sugar is going to give you a deeper flavor and a chewier cookie. Granulated Sugar: Balances the sweetness and helps the cookies achieve lightly crisp edges. Vanilla Extract: Pure vanilla extract gives the best flavor, but imitation vanilla also works. Eggs: Use large eggs at room temperature for best results. All-Purpose Flour: Stick with regular all-purpose flour for this one. Bread flour can also work. Baking Soda: Check the expiration date to ensure proper leavening. Chocolate Chip Options The type of chocolate chips you use is a matter of personal preference. There are no wrong answers here! Both semi-sweet and milk chocolate chips will work, or you can use a combination of both. Mini chips, chunks, and disks all work! You can even chop up a chocolate bar instead of using chips if you want those big, melty puddles of chocolate throughout your cookies. Just stick to around 2 cups total. Parchment Paper vs. Nonstick Cooking Spray I always recommend using parchment paper or a silicone baking mat when baking cookies. It keeps the cookies from sticking, and it does it without adding any extra grease. Nonstick cooking spray is the easier option, but it can leave a slightly greasy texture on the bottoms of your cookies. It also tends to brown them faster, which isn’t always a good thing. With parchment or a silicone mat, you get more even baking and a cleaner, crisper finish. The Science Behind the Perfect Cookie There’s real science behind what makes these cookies turn out just right every time. It’s not magic—it’s how the ingredients work together. This recipe is all about the balance that gives you soft, chewy centers with just the right amount of crisp around the edges. Butter creaming matters. Softened butter (not melted!) is creamed with the sugars for a solid 2 to 3 minutes in this recipe. Don’t skip on the time! This does a couple of very important things. First, it dissolves the sugars completely in the butter. Second, it beats in a lot of air which will allow your leavening agent (the baking soda) to give the cookies a bit more lift. Dark brown sugar adds moisture. The high molasses content in dark brown sugar gives the cookies a deeper flavor, but that extra moisture is what helps keep the inside of your cookies soft and chewy for days. The granulated sugar is what adds crispiness around the edges. No chill time needed. But if you have the time (or the patience), a quick 30-minute chill will make the cookies puff up just a bit more if that’s your thing. Timing is everything. Don’t you dare overbake! Baking for just 10 to 12 minutes ensures the centers stay soft. Pull them out when the edges are golden but the centers still look a little underdone. That’s the sweet spot. They’ll finish baking on the hot pan, giving you those dreamy gooey centers without overcooking. Troubleshooting Even a tried-and-true cookie recipe can turn out a little different depending on your ingredients, kitchen setup, or even the weather or your mood. We’ve all been there. If your cookies didn’t turn out quite how you hoped, here are a few quick fixes to get you back on track. Your cookies are spreading too much. That butter was probably a little too warm. Make sure it’s softened—not melted. If your dough feels super soft, just pop it in the fridge for 20 to 30 minutes before baking. That’ll help them hold their shape. They’re not spreading at all. This usually means there’s too much flour. It’s an easy mistake to make as measuring flour is a bit inaccurate without a kitchen scale. Fluff, scoop, and sweep is the method I use. Too cakey? That can happen if you overmix the dough. Overmixing can incorporate too much air into the dough or develop too much gluten, both of which can lead to a cakier texture. Mix just until the flour disappears. Burnt bottoms or crispy edges? This might be your baking pan. Dark pans heat up more in the oven and can brown the bottoms faster. I recommend using a light-colored sheet pan. If you only have dark ones, just lower your oven temp by 15 to 25 degrees and keep a close eye toward the end of the bake time. Cookies are getting hard after they cool. Take them out of the oven when the edges are set, but the centers still look a little underbaked. They’ll keep baking on the hot pan. Once they’re cool, store them in an airtight container—while they’re still just barely warm is even better to help lock in that softness. Make Now, Bake Later This recipe is perfect if you want to quickly make the dough and save it for baking either the next morning or later down the road when your cookie craving hits! Want just a little treat now and more later? Make the full batch of dough and stash the rest in the refrigerator. Cookie dough will stay good in the fridge for up to 72 hours. When you’re ready for more, just scoop and bake straight from the fridge—no need to let it come to room temp. This cookie dough can also easily be frozen. For best results, shape into balls and freeze on a baking sheet. Once frozen, transfer to a resealable plastic freezer bag for long-term storage, up to 3 months. When ready to bake, place frozen cookie dough in the oven and bake for 12-15 minutes. Storage Instructions Store completely cooled cookies in an airtight container on the counter. Cookies stay fresh for 3 to 5 days.  *Warm, gooey cookies are a must. If you don’t eat all these cookies in one sitting, you can put them in the microwave for 10-15 seconds or until warm. More cookie recipes… Source link

[thatgirlsza]

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Kento Nanami x fem reader

Fluff, couples being couples, failed cooking attempts

Baking is not a skill but a science, as you were always told by many people—chefs, baking gurus, and basically anyone who had access to social media. Never the less, you grabbed your apron, tightening it around your waist, and then slamming the old cook book you'd stored behind all your clothes when you'd first moved in with Kento. He was at work; whether it was the office job or sorcery, it was not important, but what was important was that he came to a pot of food and baked breads and goods made by his one and only.

He had left a few minutes ago, like usual, and you had awoken as soon as his car pulled out of the driveway. Still in your pajamas, you gather the flour, eggs, and ungodly amount of butter you'd successfully hidden from his sharp eyes. You looked at the first recipe, and it was 24 servings of cookies. Easy enough. You measured out each ingredient to the tee, looking at the book each time to make sure you were messing up. Then you shaped them and placed them in the oven before dusting your hands. You smiled contently as the sun began to shine into the lounge area. It was going to be a long day, but Kento deserved it.

In the other end, the grade 1 sorcerer ate his piece of dry toast and the runny, cold egg he had prepared for himself before he left this morning. Sighing, he let the dry, wet, and tasteless blob slather in his mouth and swallowed harshly. He was right. Jujustu's sorcery was sh*t today more than ever because, for a second week, he could say goodbye to the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. He left his gorgeous wife, fast asleep, dreaming of a happy life, and her husband reminded her in bed with her. He didn't even leave you with breakfast, only a sorry excuse for a kiss on the forehead.

Saving people was still something he wanted to do, but the office was swamped, especially after the horrific public act of suicide committed by a terrorist group a week ago. Curses were becoming stronger, running more quickly on the streets, and I was too much for only the high schoolers. So he stepped in to assist, but the calls were getting more and more ridiculous, having to work over time and eating a cold dinner while you were at book club to pass the time. Today seemed as if it would be similar; after reading through all the paper work, he'd come home late. He sighed, and Gojo gave him a somewhat supportive pat on the back.

Back at home, it had long past its show-stopping performance for the day, drowned by the curtains of darkness, and you were something of a mess. After your lovely cookies had started baking, everything had gone south so fast that you should've seen it coming, but your optimistic tendency had held you captive. To sum up the hours that fell upon your modern-styled kitchen, the bread was flat and dense because the yeast would simply not be yeast, the macaroons were one big burnt cookie, and the vodka sauce for the paste caught a light more than it should've and burned the food. So you improvised and made a big, messy pizza you would've made for your old college roommate after forging the topping. It tasted good but was not worth the expensive red wine and love you were going to give Kento.

You hung your head, in defeat, to clean the kitchen, not even noticing the time striking 7 a.m., which is when your "where is Kento panic? would've kicked in." Instead, after cleaning, I went for a long shower and came out wearing your soft blue pajamas that matched his. Just as you settled on the sofa, the door clicked open, and Kento strolled in with some blood on his pretty suit and a bouquet of blue and white roses. "Honey," your sweet voice called, and you let out a defeated "here." You called, and pizza and wine were set up before you as he stepped closer before he came into view, making your eyes widen. His own did the same at the cute assortment before you.

"Mr. Nanami, where have you been? Your hair is a mess, and your covered in blood, and you..." you trailed off, walking up to him and gently caressing him as you noticed the roses. "What's this?" You asked, absently looking at them and who the hued "Yuji found these on his way home today. From a rose-torn curse or something. " He spoke shakenly as you gathered them in your arms, your eyes glinting as you looked at them. "So I picked them just for you." He continued to watch your pretty round eyes dart to him and back to the flowers. "I thank you. Oh, I'm such a bad person; all I made you was messy pizza and cookies." You said you were pouting, feeling a little bad, but he wouldn't have that.

"How about you? I listen to you tell me about your day. If we aren't too tired, we can make something special." He nuzzled your chick sweetly, making your pouty lips smile softly. "Fine, shower first." And so the night went on without a hitch, with you both nestled in each other's arms.

[ploompkin]

FELLOW RESEARCH ETHIC FAN RAAAHH

(Do you have any headcanonns for both of them? I'm extremely desperate for content of them please I am begging like a small victorian child for bread)

OMG HELLOOOO DO I EVER—

(I tried to restrain myself a little, but long post incoming)

- Faba— (Chaotic) Bisexual

- Colress— Grey romantic and grey sexual (rarely experiences romantic attraction, and doesn’t experience sexual attraction without romantic att. first and gender blind when he does).

- One of the reasons they work so well together is because they are both obsessed with their work and therefore understand and respect the other’s dedication to it and are both content to put their relationship second, unless it’s urgent. Faba’s more concerned about his career, and Colress is more concerned about science for the sake of discovery, but as the two slowly become friends they learn to see the other’s point of view and respect one another’s vision. Colress helps Faba get back the enthusiasm for his work that he had lost over the years and to go with the flow a little more, and Faba helps Colress stay organised and focused. They make a fantastic team both as scientists and a couple because they balance each other out so well.

- The slowest of slow burns. Neither of them confess first. It just sort of happens naturally… they go from acquaintances to friends, to close friends all the while crushing on one another. At first they both fight against their feelings because they’re worried it’ll distract from work and also they both feel overwhelmed, but over time they settle into them. Both are vaguely aware of the other’s interest which leads to tension slowly building up until one day they’re hanging out and just one, single factor (something cheesy, like they accidentally touch hands, or they’re both a bit tipsy, or they’re on a walk and they end up in a romantic setting) leads them both to just lean in aaaand…

- Colress isn’t very good at kissing (sorryyy). At first, anyway. It makes sense, given my hc that he has very little experience or practice because he just wasn’t motivated to explore romance. Luckily, he’s a fast learner and because of Faba’s whole inferiority/superiority complex (it’s both, c’mon), he’s actually kind of relieved that perfect, tall, blonde and handsome Colress doesn’t know his way around that kind of thing. Faba does very much take the lead during the early stages of their relationship since he has more experience (I hc he used to be married but then divorced), and Colress is grateful for that.

(More under the cut)

- Colress is a bit of a bad influence on Faba, lol. We know Faba is canonically morally grey on his own (genetic experimentation, his being prepared to freeze the unwanted Type: Nulls, Rainbow Rocket, etc.) but Colress just enables him further. In the beginning of their relationship they’re both very cautious about revealing the more distasteful aspects of their work, worrying about the other’s reaction. Little by little the truth comes out though, and they’re both relieved at their partner’s willingness to accept/excuse how far they’ll both go for their work. We’ve got to be honest here: they’re not exactly good people, but because of their shared values and complimentary personalities they’ve managed to create a healthy and loving relationship for themselves. Too bad that’s just made their scientific practice even less morally viable as they encourage one another in the worst way. To everyone else they’re a nightmare. To each other? They’re ridiculously sweet.

- I think Colress would actually LIKE that Faba’s sharp with other people (and even to himself when they didn’t know each other well). I can see Colress being drawn to more feisty and outspoken individuals because he likes people who speak their mind. There’s much more to my interp. of Faba than that though, and there’s a reason he grew up to be such an asshole. It’s complicated, because Faba exaggerates his sense of self importance as a coping mechanism to fight against his deep insecurities, but he also… kind of believes it? His way of thinking is very messy because reasons that I could write about here, but won’t because it would turn out way too long haha. But Faba’s rude, spiteful, insecure and messy and complicated, and Colress knows this and loves him for it all the same.

- Faba hates PDA it makes him sooo embarrassed. If there’s a quiet corner where he’s sure no one can see them then he’ll allow a quick smooch though. … Unless he’s drunk. He’s very openly affectionate and flirty with Colress when he’s had a few. Speaking of, they’re both lightweights lol, Faba more so because he’s smaller and even more slightly built than Colress. They both like wine; Faba prefers red, Colress prefers white. Back to the original topic, even though Faba hates PDA, he’s still incredibly proud of his partner and is constantly praising him and bringing him up to other people, because he NEEDS absolutely everyone to know he’s dating such an amazingly intelligent and beautiful man. He thinks he’s subtle about it. The employees at Aether Paradise will tell you otherwise. At least he’s so distracted by prattling on about his partner that he has less time to belittle them, they suppose?

- There’s a massive height difference between the two. My Faba’s 5’4”, and Colress I see as being 6’2”. Before they started dating Faba hated this, because he saw it as something Colress is superior to him in. After they start dating though… Faba admits he finds it very attractive, and finds being held against his partner’s chest is very calming for him because when Colress hugs him, Faba’s so small he basically just disappears into him. Hidden from judgemental eyes… he also really likes it when Colress wraps his coat around him at the same time- it feels just like a weighted blanket. My hc for Faba is that he’s autistic and has anxiety (both of which he denies because of internalised ableism), so the pure sensory bliss of this helps him if he’s having a rough day.

- Faba is a morning person… Colress isn’t. If they need to go somewhere early Faba will wake Colress up with breakfast in bed and coffee in an effort to make it easier for him <3 he finds it very cute when Colress gets all whiney since he’s usually so composed and quiet when something irritates him.

- Faba’s love language is more about physical affection and gift giving, and Colress’ is more words of affirmation and romantic/sacrificial gestures. The longer they’re together though, the easier Faba finds it to voice his affection, and the more Colress initiates psychical contact. He’s learned that Faba especially appreciates massages- foot massages because wearing those fuckin’ heels wedges day in day out must take its toll, and head massages are his favourite. Basically, he’s a cat. Likewise Faba learns that one unexpected ‘I love you’ is enough to get Colress to step away from his work and join him, which is a technique he now uses whenever he wants attention.

- Colress prefers a more submissive role in their relationship, and Faba tends to be more dominant. For Colress, submissive doesn’t necessarily mean more easily flustered though. He’s very good at keeping his composure and enjoys getting Faba hot and bothered with sweet/dirty talk, teasing him throughout the day until he breaks. (Cough,, power bottom)

- Faba is very easily jealous, which is unfortunate for him because Colress is both polite and charming as well as conventionally attractive and so gets quite a lot of attention- especially at research conferences and the like where he’s dressed up very fancy and pretty. This is one of the rare instances Faba might engage with PDA. He gets very possessive if another flirts with his partner, and Colress actually enjoys that- in part because he doesn’t appreciate the attention and is relieved when a very ruffled Faba chases off whomever is bothering him, but also because he just likes when Faba makes a show of claiming him. Colress is far harder to make jealous which used to upset Faba, before Colress reassured him it’s simply because he trusts him so completely he hardly sees other people as a threat. When he does though, he gets very moody and sulky about it. He’ll generally leave whomever is flirting with Faba alone (which is rare because Faba is well, Faba) unless he decides they’re getting too friendly, or his partner seems uncomfortable. He knows his height and manner of speaking makes him intimidating to some, and he’ll shamelessly use it to his advantage in those situations.

I COULD LITERALLY KEEP GOING FOREVER but I’ll stop now before I make it way too long. Thank you for enabling me fellow shipper <3

[elbiotipo]

Apologies if someone has already asked you this, but what’s the fixation with coffee industry in sci-fi settings in particular? I definitely get the potatoes thing, but I didn’t get the point of contention sci-fi coffee. Understanding the sheer diversity of sci-fi as a genre - couldn’t we still say that most human-centric sci-fi settings either have a) more or less the same industry we have now, however dystopian or utopian the setting is, and the characters would have brought a certain amount of coffee for whatever interstellar trip theyre on, or b) food or general replication technology where you can just go up to a machine and it synthesises a molecularly perfect cup of coffee? Compared to how genuinely mind-boggling the idea of a southern hemisphere Andean crop existing apparently endemically in a northern hemisphere European climate, sci-fi coffee seems like something that can be way more easily explained or even just. Assumed or implied. Otherwise we might as well start asking where starship captains get bread, or soap or pillows or anything really. (Should we start asking about that???) Thanks for your time if you choose to answer this, this ask is meant in good faith and as a fellow worldbuilding enthusiast I am just plainly curious what your thoughts are!

Fixation? I wouldn't call it like that. I used coffee as an example, much like potatoes, because it has a really interesting and important history behind it that many people don't know about it because it's considered just a household item. In science fiction, it's natural to associate coffee with hardworking space captains, it feels natural that someone so busy would enjoy it (there's also Picard with tea, no major characters with yerba mate unfortunately, but I'm sure there are, even if they're just mine) , but you say it's just "assumed or implied", and it still somehow shows up everywhere.

The fact is that coffee is a luxury good, expensive to produce and that is only considered a household item by us because of a whole industrial, economical and social history behind it. It's something very unique to... Earth, let's say. Which gets the mind wondering when it shows up so far from Earth. Indeed, WHERE do they get their coffee from? How expensive is it to import it from Earth, or if there's not an Earth, what's the replacement, and why do you still call it coffee if it's something different? Are there worlds that produce it? What are those like, what is the coffee sold like? Do they worry they'll run out if they packed enough for the trip? I did say I want "ethnobotanical papers" but just some throwaway lines about this give a big flavor to the story, one I wouldn't find elsewhere. Just some lines like "the coffee from Saudade Station just isn't the same as from Earth", as silly as they sound, give your world a depth that I relish.

You say if we should start asking where they get bread or soap or pillows? Absolutely. Do you know how expensive would have to lift flour to orbit, or have whole space habitats to grow grain? It's not something you can grow in the hydroponics section of a tiny ship, for example. These are all real concerns that space agencies have been working with for decades in the event for future space settlement, and they are very fascinating to think about. Most sci-fi does tend to even hand-wave the cost of lifting stuff to orbit by making spaceships act like airplanes, but the fact is there still. And replicators are the definition of a disruptive technology, there is literally nothing more disruptive to a story that a replicator that can create anything on demand. A society with widely-available molecular replicators would be so incredibly different from our own that even the fact of getting up to drink some coffee would be questionable to me. Unless you're writing an episode of, I dunno, Atomic Betty, I expect a writer to give at least care a little to adress that.

All these questions are important not because of pedantry or because I find them fun to talk about (I really do), but because they define the setting and the world your characters live in, and so they give them more personality and depth, but also, it's the core of science fiction to me: how science and technology change a society, and the stories that can be told with that, and those stories do include how the world works. If you don't adress that, it's just interchangable with any other genre.

[katapunberbicara]

Friendship Before Relationship

She always takes a day off before starting a new project. If someone takes the chance by going outside, she will prefer to stay at home. Printed papers highlighted with key words are on her bed and her table. She opens several tabs on her MacBook searching for the key words required at the journal with a branch of applied science, technology, and engineering. As she has been promoted to be the senior researcher at the R&D division, she barely has enough sleep recently. With her new title as a senior researcher, thus she has the new responsibility encompassing to set the anchor of her research team.

She is now working on the blueprint of her upcoming research for the application of nano technology in vehicle industry to be later discussed with her team. Expanding the surface of an object per unit area to reduce pressure on the surface of vehicle by distributing the force to the wide surface is the background idea of using the nano technology. By manipulating matters on an atomic level, it can reduce the pressure and prevent the vehicle from crashing. Nanotechnology has offered numerous promising applications in vehicle industry and thus enhanced human quality.

Her upcoming schedule would be undoubtedly tight and crazy, in which she and her team would develop the suitable materials in an atomic level for vehicles and to test the durability. Not to count some papers they should submit on reputable journals and the conference they should attend overseas. She is uncertain how long it would take until they would come to the finish line, but she would try to breakdown the activity efficiently and thus they could achieve the utmost importance goal to have the technology implemented.

The bell ringing suddenly distracts her concentration. It is 9 p.m. at night, and only one person could be brave enough to invade her personal space at this late hour.

“What you are up to, Hotaru? Look! I bring you some food because I thought you have not had dinner yet.”

It is Mikan, her best friend, who would bother to come at this hour while bringing her food. Mikan heads to the kitchen to put the soup on the bowl and then places several things like fruits, vegetables, bread, milks, and juice on the refrigerator which almost lacks its content. It is her friend’s habit that sometimes she would drop by checking on her in her apartment and providing her with several supplies and daily bases. Moreover, at the time she prepared a new project that she would work alone diligently at her apartment for hours.

“I stopped by for grocery shopping before coming. I thought you would need these.”

Hotaru heads to the dining room to join her friend. Rather than feeling distracted with Mikan’s sudden presence, she feels like she needs this kind of distraction to mend her body and soul. Even every machine would need a halt after working hard.

“Thank you, Mikan. You are right, I have not had anything to eat since this afternoon. Drowning to the new project, as usual.” While enjoying her food, she then tells her about the use of nanotechnology in vehicles she would be focus on. She also tells her the application of it would reduce pressure of vehicle. Her work would embark on one of the fundamental concepts about pressure, the force applied over a certain area, which has numerous practical applications in daily life.

“It sounds cool, Hotaru, as though you are reminding me again with physics. Your work has always astonished me. A greater good for humankind. I can’t wait how the nanotechnology would be ready and found on the upscaling industry.”

She smiles while hearing her respond. It is Mikan, who likes to hear about her work that may bore for some people. But it is also the topic she has brought passionately as it holds her pride as a researcher. “Then, what you are up to, Mikan? I am certain you have something to tell right away, moreover at this late hour.”

She could see a pinkish blush soon appearing on her best friend’s cheeks. Mikan told her gleefully that she met Natsume today, had her best tiramisu cake ever, and up to best part how Natsume proposed her with crimson diamond loop engraved with their initial name. She bluntly told her everything, even the quarrel she had with Natsume before knowing she would be proposed. Even though she had said yes of his asking for a lifetime, but she wanted to hear her best friend opinion on whether they could get along. Moreover, she and Natsume have very distinct personalities which could potentially cause friction.

Realizing that she should be happy for her friend, Hotaru doesn’t know why she rather feels irked and betrayed. It suddenly irks her to think of the change that might likely happen to their friendship after that. She has known Mikan and Natsume are each other’s home, but their friendship has stayed longer. Their companionship has been built for years before her best friend has a relationship with someone else.

She tries to hide her hesitation on her voice since she is not at the position to challenge their friendship. “If it is you, you two will be fine. You know how Natsume and I have several similarities; we are expressionless, cold, and closed. Most of time, out of reach. But with you are around, we could stay grounded, have plenty expression, be open, and soft. And despite we may have different opinion, but thorough the years we are still tied in this friendship, Mikan. We are the living proof you ever need and so you two will be fine. There is nothing you have to worry about.”

Hotaru does not find herself worry to let her best friend to Natsume. As she knows one thing for sure that she and Natsume have something in common that they don’t love easily. But once they do, they would love harder. Hotaru does love her friend, not in a romantic way but in such platonic love involving a strong bond, sense of belonging, and shared understanding and comfort. Her platonic friendship with Mikan is very valuable that it has developed meaningful connection between. Same with Natsume who is hardly approachable, so is she, still she lets Mikan to cross the boundaries as she is someone she has treasured that much. So that she wonders how if the days ahead she would barely see her and sorely miss her company.

She should not suppose to feel betrayed but those thoughts has weighted her. However, it is not a moment to consider her feelings are matters. When Mikan asked her, it is just her way to be convinced about her life choice. Like any other moment before when she asked about career path or apartment to rent. As much as she has been trusted, Hotaru eventually realizes how much she has been included in her life and never left behind. So now, it is her turn again to play the ace card.

“It is the same as the nanotechnology I want to apply in vehicle. It would not cause much pressure despite of the force breaking through since you have such a wide heart to accept and take things lightly. You have every quality like the nanotechnology everyone’s need, Mikan. Light yet strong material having bouncy back ability and offering to many unprecedented opportunities. Moreover, to Natsume’s life that has been drawn significantly since you’re coming.”

Hearing her eloquent analogy and scientific explanation makes her strengthen her choice from before it was covered with doubt. She does always love Natsume and wants a clarity of their bonds, but it is just suddenly confusing her with all the happiness and worry which comes along. Perhaps she only needs words of assurances from her truthful one to soothe her worry. As Hotaru words always hold a whole power within that could ensure her, that is why, Hotaru will always be her number one every time she has something to tell and to be discussed.

“Thank you, Hotaru. You are always the first one I could think to tell everything.” She said it thoughtfully as though she knew what Hotaru wanted to hear. As friend may know everything including the unsaid and unseen things between.

Until then what has disturbed her mind was the possibility she would slowly lose her friend. Now, Hotaru doesn’t feel irked anymore as what Mikan has said guarantees their friendship would be placed before the relationship. Even though friends may not always be there, but they will always be there at the time in need. From now on, she would be there earnestly to support Mikan and Natsume for their new chapter to step on.

“Okay Mikan, I will also let you be the first to know once the nanotechnology is ready and applicable.”

Since you have been the sort of inspiration I have eventually come with the piece of work, as physics could be found on numerous every day’s life.

Central Jakarta, 31st May 2025.

PS. This GA story was set after compromise and before first encounter. To be honest, I am really enjoying writing this story since I could serve the platonic friendship between Mikan and Hotaru. Moreover, at this time I could try to explore about Hotaru’s future as a researcher in which has required me to read the concept of the application of nano technology in vehicles. If it were not for Hotaru’s story, I wouldn’t try to link the story with nano technology and fundamental concept in physics. Thinking about it right now, I guess I want to make another story about Hotaru to unleash more equation to be included in the story.

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