#makeup injury simulation

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAKE UP ARTIST : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hugh Jackman x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None just pure cuteness :))

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: As Hugh Jackman's personal makeup artist and costume designer, you're used to working closely with him on set. But when you're tasked with applying makeup to his shirtless chest for a scene, the professional barrier between you starts to blur. With each brushstroke, the tension builds, and what begins as a routine makeup session turns into something far more intimate—culminating in a sweet, unexpected kiss that changes everything.

Based on this request.

YOU SHUFFLED THROUGH THE PILE OF BRUSHES, prosthetics, and small jars of pigment spread across your workstation. Today’s shoot was going to be an intense one. Hugh, the leading man, was going through another round of makeup tests for the action scenes, and your job was to apply the simulated cuts and bruises on his torso. Normally, this would be a typical day in your career as a makeup artist and costume designer—nothing you hadn’t handled before. But Hugh Jackman? Shirtless? That was a whole different level of focus required.

You rolled your shoulders, forcing yourself to breathe evenly. Hugh was charming, down-to-earth, and professional—completely unaware of the effect he had on people, including you. It didn’t help that the studio had turned the AC down a notch, and you could already feel your palms sweating.

“Hey, sweetheart, you all set?” Hugh’s voice called from behind the changing screen. You glanced up just as he stepped into view, dressed—or rather, undressed —for the scene. His sculpted chest was on full display, the smooth lines of his muscles catching the soft light filtering through the studio windows. His hair was still damp from the shower, and you caught a faint whiff of fresh soap as he moved closer to your station.

You swallowed, clutching your makeup brush a little tighter. “Y-yeah, all set,” you stammered, cursing yourself internally for sounding so flustered. Professional. Stay professional.

Hugh shot you a friendly grin, running a hand through his damp hair as he sat down in the makeup chair. “Ready for you to work your magic,” he said, leaning back casually.

You took a deep breath and moved closer. The first task was to apply some subtle bruising along his collarbone and ribs, where his character had taken a nasty hit. “Okay, just relax for me,” you murmured, dipping your brush into the blue-purple palette that would create the illusion of injury.

As you started applying the makeup, you couldn’t help but notice how perfect his skin was. Despite all the intense action sequences, stunts, and training he had done over the years, his skin was smooth and warm under your touch. You tried to focus, but the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was distracting—very distracting.

“Is this okay?” you asked softly, dabbing the first bit of color near his collarbone. Your fingers brushed his skin as you worked, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Yeah, feels great,” Hugh said, his voice warm and relaxed. He tilted his head slightly, giving you more access to the area you were working on. “You always do an amazing job, by the way. The makeup and costumes—everything just comes together because of you.”

You froze for a second, your brush hovering mid-air. Did he really just say that? A warm blush crept up your neck, and you quickly looked away, focusing on blending the makeup to hide your sudden embarrassment.

“T-thanks,” you managed, keeping your voice steady. “I’m just doing my job.”

Hugh chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “Don’t sell yourself short. Everyone on set talks about how talented you are.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, but you refused to let it show. You focused on your work, brushing over his ribs and trailing down toward his abdomen, where you needed to add more detail. The proximity of your hand to his toned abs was making your mind wander, and you could feel your pulse quickening.

“Hold still for a sec,” you murmured, trying to mask your nerves with professionalism. You stepped in even closer, concentrating on the bruising near his ribs. Your breath caught as your fingertips brushed his skin again, and for a brief moment, you swore you felt his muscles tense slightly under your touch.

Hugh shifted, tilting his head to look at you, his eyes filled with curiosity. “You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You blinked, startled by the sudden gentleness in his tone. “Yeah, just making sure everything looks right,” you said quickly, focusing on the bruise you were blending on his chest. But when you glanced up, you found him watching you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

His gaze lingered for a moment before he smiled, a slow, easy grin that sent warmth flooding through you. “You know,” he said, his tone playful but somehow... thoughtful, “you always seem so focused when you’re working. I admire that.”

Your cheeks burned, and you could only nod in response, not trusting yourself to speak. His compliment felt personal, like it wasn’t just about your job anymore. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your hands steady as you worked your way up to his collarbone again, adding the finishing touches to the makeup.

“You’re all done,” you said, stepping back and forcing yourself to take a deep breath. “What do you think?”

Hugh glanced down at his chest, examining the realistic bruises and scrapes you’d applied. “Wow, that looks incredible,” he said, his admiration clear in his voice. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

You smiled, relief washing over you that he was happy with the result. “Glad you like it.”

He stood up, stretching slightly, and you tried not to stare as his muscles shifted under the lighting. “You’re seriously talented, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes meeting yours again. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a makeup artist as good as you.”

You felt a flutter in your chest, the sincerity in his voice leaving you speechless for a moment. “Thank you,” you said, your voice soft. “That means a lot.”

Hugh’s gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between you in the quiet of the studio. Then, with that same charming smile, he added, “I mean it. You make coming to set the best part of the day.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe working with a shirtless Hugh Jackman wasn’t as nerve-wracking as you thought—maybe, just maybe, it was something more.

Before you could respond, you noticed Hugh stepping closer, his warm gaze locked on yours. There was a moment of hesitation—just the smallest flicker of uncertainty—but then he leaned in, his hand gently brushing your cheek. His touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” Hugh whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

And before you could think, before you could even comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours—soft, warm, and so, so tender. The world seemed to stop for a second as you kissed him back, your hands instinctively finding their way to his chest.

The kiss was sweet, slow, and utterly perfect. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless and smiling like a pair of fools.

“You’re full of surprises,” you whispered, still in awe of what had just happened.

Hugh chuckled softly, his hand caressing your cheek. “Maybe. But I had to take my chance.”

And in that moment, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

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Simulation

In the bustling corridors of the underfunded hospital, a faded flyer catches the eye of passersby, its corners curling with age. "Volunteers Needed for Trauma Training Exercise," it boldly proclaims, beckoning those with a sense of adventure or altruism to step forward and lend their aid.

Among those drawn to the call is a 24-year-old woman, her determination evident in the set of her jaw as she approaches the hospital's trauma director. They exchange a brief but earnest conversation, the young volunteer expressing her willingness to participate in the training exercise while voicing her concerns about her comfort level with certain procedures.

"I'm eager to help in any way I can," she explains, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and resolve. "But I'll admit, I'm a bit apprehensive about some of the more invasive procedures. I'm comfortable with basic first aid and CPR, but I'm not sure I'm ready for things like intubation or defibrillation."

The trauma director nods understandingly, his expression one of reassurance rather than judgment. "That's perfectly understandable," he replies, his tone gentle yet firm. "Your safety and comfort are our top priorities. We'll tailor the scenario to suit your preferences and ensure you're only asked to participate in tasks you feel comfortable with."

With a sense of relief washing over her, the young volunteer nods gratefully, grateful for the understanding and support offered by the trauma director. Together, they discuss her role in the upcoming training exercise, mapping out a scenario that challenges her skills without pushing her beyond her limits.

Preparing the volunteer for the trauma training exercise is a meticulous process, undertaken with care and attention to detail to ensure her safety and comfort throughout the simulation.

As she arrives at the hospital, the volunteer is greeted by a team of trained professionals who guide her through each step of the preparation process. They lead her to a private changing area, where a set of hospital scrubs awaits her. With gentle encouragement, they assist her in disrobing, providing her with disposable undergarments to wear beneath the scrubs for modesty and hygiene.

Once dressed, the volunteer takes a seat as a makeup artist meticulously applies special effects makeup to simulate the injuries she will portray during the exercise. With a steady hand and an artist's eye for detail, they create realistic bruises, lacerations, and abrasions, transforming the volunteer's appearance into that of a trauma patient in need of urgent medical attention.

As the makeup artist works their magic, other members of the preparation team gather the necessary equipment for the simulation. They retrieve a backboard from its storage location, laying it out on a nearby gurney in anticipation of the volunteer's arrival. Alongside the backboard, they arrange a cervical collar (C-collar) and an inflatable orange brace designed to stabilize her right leg.

With the makeup application complete, the volunteer is guided to the gurney, where she lies down with a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement. The preparation team surrounds her, their movements practiced and precise as they secure her to the backboard with straps, ensuring she remains stable and secure throughout the simulation.

Next, they carefully position the cervical collar around her neck, adjusting it to provide support without impeding her breathing or movement. With gentle yet firm hands, they slide the inflatable orange brace into place around her right leg, inflating it to the appropriate level to immobilize the limb and prevent further injury.

As the final touches are made, the volunteer takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lie ahead. Though she may be nervous, she knows she is in capable hands, surrounded by a team of professionals dedicated to her well-being. With a nod of affirmation, she signals her readiness to begin, eager to play her part in the training exercise and contribute to the hospital's ongoing mission of saving lives.

The simulation begins with the trauma team gathered around the gurney, their expressions grave as they assess the condition of the patient lying before them. The young woman, named Emily, is 24 years old, her face drawn with pain as she struggles to maintain consciousness amidst the chaos of the emergency room.

Emily's injuries are extensive, the result of a harrowing car accident that left her trapped in the wreckage for hours before help arrived. She presents with multiple traumatic injuries, including a deep laceration on her forehead, contusions and bruising across her chest and abdomen, and a visibly deformed right leg.

As the medical team conducts their initial assessment, Emily groans softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she describes the events leading up to the accident. She recalls the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal as her car careened off the road, the world spinning in a dizzying blur before everything went dark.

Her breathing is shallow and labored, punctuated by gasps of pain as she struggles to draw air into her damaged lungs. A rapid pulse races beneath her clammy skin, a testament to the body's instinctive response to trauma as it fights to stay alive against overwhelming odds.

The trauma team works quickly and methodically, their movements a synchronized dance of urgency and precision as they address each of Emily's injuries in turn. They apply pressure to the gaping wound on her forehead, staunching the flow of blood with sterile dressings and medical tape.

Meanwhile, others attend to her chest and abdomen, palpating for signs of internal injury while monitoring her vital signs for any indication of deterioration. X-rays are ordered to assess the extent of her injuries, with the medical team bracing themselves for the possibility of life-threatening complications hidden beneath the surface.

Throughout the simulation, Emily remains conscious but disoriented, her grip on reality tenuous as she grapples with the enormity of what has happened. She reaches out for reassurance, her eyes searching the faces of the medical team for a glimmer of hope in the midst of her darkest hour.

As the simulation progresses, the trauma team springs into action with renewed determination, their focus unwavering as they fight to stabilize Emily's condition and save her life. Though the road ahead may be long and fraught with uncertainty, they refuse to give up hope, drawing strength from their collective commitment to excellence in the face of adversity.

As the simulation progresses, the trauma director approaches Emily with solemnity, his voice gentle yet firm as he explains the next phase of the exercise. "Emily," he begins, his tone tinged with empathy, "in just a moment, we'll be simulating a critical event. We'll need to simulate your heart stopping. We'll need to cut open your shirt to begin chest compressions, and we'll place an ambu bag over your mouth and nose. You should remain still and 'lifeless' during this process. You may choose to close your eyes or keep them open."

Emily nods in understanding, her heart pounding in her chest as she braces herself for what's to come. With a deep breath, she closes her eyes, surrendering herself to the immersive experience of the simulation.

The trauma team springs into action with practiced efficiency, their movements choreographed to perfection as they simulate the onset of cardiac arrest. With a swift motion, they cut open Emily's shirt, exposing her chest to the harsh glare of the overhead lights. A sense of vulnerability washes over her, but she remains steadfast in her commitment to the exercise.

Chest compressions begin in earnest, the rhythmic thud echoing through the trauma room as the medical team works tirelessly to restore circulation to Emily's failing heart. An ambu bag is placed over her mouth and nose, delivering precious oxygen to her struggling lungs with each squeeze of the bag.

Amidst the chaos, Emily lies perfectly still, her body limp and unresponsive as she embraces the role of a patient in cardiac arrest. Though her mind races with adrenaline-fueled anticipation, she remains focused on maintaining the illusion of lifelessness, drawing upon her training and instincts to convey the gravity of the situation.

As the simulation unfolds, Emily finds herself enveloped in a surreal sense of suspended animation, her senses heightened as she navigates the fine line between reality and simulation. With each passing moment, she grows more deeply immersed in the role, her commitment unwavering as she plays her part in the collective effort to save lives and improve patient outcomes.

In the tense silence of the trauma room, Emily waits with bated breath, her entire being poised on the precipice of uncertainty. Though the outcome remains uncertain, she knows she is surrounded by a team of dedicated professionals committed to her well-being, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice to ensure her safety and success in the simulation.

As the simulation progresses and Emily remains in her role, the trauma director approaches her once more, his demeanor compassionate yet resolute. "Emily," he says softly, "we need to simulate defibrillation and the removal of the rest of your clothing. Are you okay with that?"

Emily meets the trauma director's gaze with a steady nod, her determination shining through the mask of simulated injuries. "Yes," she replies, her voice steady despite the rising tide of nerves coursing through her veins. "I'm ready."

With Emily's consent secured, the trauma team prepares to take the simulation to the next level. The room hums with a sense of purpose as equipment is brought forth, including the defibrillator paddles and a privacy screen to shield Emily from prying eyes.

With practiced hands, the trauma team carefully removes the remainder of Emily's clothing, revealing her body in its entirety to the stark fluorescent lights of the trauma room. Emily feels a pang of vulnerability wash over her, but she remains steadfast in her commitment to the exercise, drawing strength from the knowledge that she is surrounded by a team of professionals dedicated to her well-being.

As the final pieces of clothing are set aside, the trauma director approaches Emily once more, his expression one of reassurance as he prepares her for the next phase of the simulation. "Emily," he says, his voice gentle yet authoritative, "we're going to simulate defibrillation now. You'll feel a brief shock, but it's perfectly safe. Are you ready?"

Emily nods, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. "I'm ready," she affirms, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the trauma room.

With a sense of purpose, the trauma team positions the defibrillator paddles against Emily's bare chest, their gloved hands steady as they prepare to deliver the simulated shock. A hush falls over the room as the trauma director counts down, his voice a steady cadence in the tense silence.

"Clear," he calls out, his command echoing through the trauma room.

In the next instant, Emily feels a jolt of electricity course through her body, sending a shiver down her spine as her muscles twitch in response to the simulated shock. Though the sensation is fleeting, it leaves her breathless with adrenaline, her senses heightened as she remains poised on the brink of uncertainty.

As the simulation continues, Emily finds herself drawn deeper into the immersive experience, her commitment unwavering as she navigates the challenges presented by the training exercise. Though the road ahead may be fraught with obstacles, she knows she is surrounded by a team of dedicated professionals ready to guide her every step of the way, ensuring her safety and success in the simulation.

As the simulation progresses, the trauma team continues their relentless efforts to resuscitate Emily, their movements a blur of urgency as they alternate between chest compressions, defibrillations, and the administration of resuscitation drugs.

With each compression, Emily feels the pressure against her chest, a rhythmic reminder of the tireless dedication of the medical team fighting to bring her back from the brink. The defibrillator paddles crackle with energy as they deliver simulated shocks, each one sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her body in a desperate bid to restart her faltering heart.

Amidst the chaos, the trauma director calls out the duration of Emily's cardiac arrest, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty. "Five minutes," he intones, his words a stark reminder of the precious seconds slipping away with each passing moment.

The medical team works with practiced efficiency, their movements synchronized as they administer resuscitation drugs in a last-ditch effort to revive Emily's failing heart. The air is thick with tension as they watch for any signs of response, their collective gaze fixed on the monitor displaying Emily's vital signs.

Minutes stretch into eternity as the trauma team refuses to yield to despair, their determination unwavering in the face of overwhelming odds. With each passing moment, Emily feels herself drawn deeper into the immersive experience of the simulation, her senses attuned to the ebb and flow of life and death unfolding around her.

Though the outcome remains uncertain, Emily knows she is in capable hands, surrounded by a team of dedicated professionals committed to her well-being. As she lies in the midst of the simulated cardiac arrest, she draws upon her training and instincts to convey the gravity of the situation, embracing her role with a sense of purpose and determination that belies the simulated injuries adorning her body.

In the stillness of the trauma room, Emily waits with bated breath, her entire being poised on the razor's edge of uncertainty. Though the road ahead may be fraught with obstacles, she remains steadfast in her commitment to the simulation, ready to face whatever challenges lie in store with courage and resilience.

As the simulation intensifies, a sense of unease washes over Emily, a peculiar sensation prickling at the edges of her consciousness. Though she tries to push aside the feeling, dismissing it as a product of the immersive experience, a growing sense of dread gnaws at the pit of her stomach.

Unbeknownst to Emily or the trauma team, a medical student, eager to prove themselves in their new environment, has made a critical error. In their haste to assist with the simulation, they mistakenly administered a vial of real epinephrine instead of the simulated medication, a grave oversight that goes unnoticed amidst the chaos of the trauma room.

As the potent drug courses through Emily's veins, she feels a surge of adrenaline flood her system, her heart racing with an intensity that surpasses the bounds of the simulation. A sense of disorientation washes over her, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of physiological responses triggered by the real medication.

Despite the mounting alarm bells ringing in her mind, Emily says nothing, her voice lost amidst the cacophony of the trauma room as the medical team continues their efforts to resuscitate her. With each passing moment, her condition deteriorates, her heartbeat growing erratic as she teeters on the brink of true cardiac arrest.

In a cruel twist of fate, Emily's worst fears are realized as she plunges into the depths of a genuine cardiac arrest, her body succumbing to the deadly grip of arrhythmia. The trauma team, unaware of the unfolding crisis, presses on with their simulated interventions, their attention focused solely on the task at hand.

As Emily's consciousness fades into darkness, she realizes with a sinking heart that she is no longer a participant in a training exercise but a patient in desperate need of salvation. Though the realization comes too late to alter the course of events, she clings to a flicker of hope, praying for a miracle to save her from the abyss of death that looms ever closer with each passing second.

As the trauma director attempts to speak to Emily, a sense of urgency grips him as he notices her lack of response. His brow furrows with concern as he leans in closer, his voice tinged with desperation as he calls out her name. "Emily, can you hear me? Emily?"

There is no response, no flicker of recognition in Emily's glassy eyes as they stare blankly ahead. Panic begins to rise within the trauma director's chest as he realizes something is terribly wrong. With trembling hands, he reaches for Emily's wrist, his fingers searching for the reassuring throb of a pulse beneath her skin.

His heart sinks as he feels nothing but stillness, his worst fears confirmed in the absence of the vital sign he had hoped to find. In a state of shock, he checks for a pulse again, this time beneath the cervical collar, but the result remains the same—Emily is in cardiac arrest.

A sense of urgency washes over the trauma director as he springs into action, his training kicking in as he directs the medical team to shift their focus from simulation to reality. "She's in cardiac arrest!" he declares, his voice cutting through the chaos of the trauma room. "Start chest compressions, now!"

With practiced efficiency, the trauma team pivots to the new reality before them, their movements swift and sure as they initiate CPR in a desperate bid to revive Emily's failing heart. Each compression is a prayer whispered into the void, a plea for a miracle to breathe life back into the stillness that surrounds them.

As the trauma room buzzes with frenetic energy, the trauma director's mind races with a million questions, each one more pressing than the last. How could this have happened? What went wrong? But amidst the chaos, there is no time for answers, only action as they fight to save Emily's life against overwhelming odds.

In the midst of the turmoil, Emily lies motionless, her body a canvas for the frantic efforts of the medical team as they work tirelessly to bring her back from the brink. Though the road ahead may be fraught with uncertainty, they refuse to give up hope, drawing upon their training and expertise to navigate the stormy seas of cardiac arrest and guide Emily safely back to shore.

As the resuscitation attempts continue, the trauma room pulses with urgency, the rhythm of chest compressions driving the frantic tempo of the medical team's efforts to revive Emily. With each compression, her body sways from side to side, the force of the compressions causing her breasts to shake in a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

Amidst the chaos, the trauma team remains undeterred, their focus unwavering as they prepare to escalate their interventions in a desperate bid to save Emily's life. With a sense of grim determination, they gel the paddles and charge them with electricity, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air as they prepare to deliver a shock to Emily's bare chest.

In a moment fraught with tension, the paddles are placed on Emily's skin, their cold metal surface a stark contrast to the warmth of her flesh. With a silent prayer on their lips, the medical team braces themselves as they prepare to unleash the full force of the defibrillator in a last-ditch effort to restart Emily's faltering heart.

A heartbeat later, the trauma room is awash with blinding light and crackling energy as the paddles deliver their shock, coursing through Emily's body in a desperate bid to jolt her heart back into rhythm. The room holds its breath as the monitor displays the outcome, the fate of Emily's life hanging in the balance with each passing moment.

But despite their best efforts, the monitor remains stubbornly flatline, a grim testament to the stubbornness of death in the face of human intervention. With a heavy heart, the trauma team presses on, their resolve unshaken as they refuse to yield to despair.

In a final act of desperation, the medical team moves to intubate Emily, their hands steady as they guide the endotracheal tube into her airway, securing her breathing and allowing for the administration of life-saving medications

As the resuscitation efforts persist, the passage of time weighs heavily on the trauma room, each minute stretching into eternity as the medical team fights desperately to revive Emily. Over thirty agonizing minutes tick by, marked by the relentless rhythm of chest compressions and the mechanical whir of life-saving equipment.

Despite their tireless efforts, Emily's condition continues to deteriorate before their eyes. Her once rosy complexion fades to a pallid shade of gray, her skin growing cold to the touch as the chill of death creeps inexorably into the room. The gel from the defibrillator paddles glistens on her bare chest, a stark reminder of the futile battle being waged against the icy grip of mortality.

A bruise blossoms between Emily's breasts, a grim testament to the force of the chest compressions that have been administered in a desperate bid to restore her failing circulation. Her eyes remain wide open, staring blankly into the void as if searching for answers that will never come.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, the trauma team pauses momentarily, their hands hovering over Emily's motionless form as they perform a vital signs check. With a heavy heart, they prepare to confirm what they already fear to be true—that Emily is beyond saving, her journey on this mortal coil drawing to a tragic and untimely end.

A cardiac ultrasound reveals the harsh reality of Emily's condition, the images on the monitor painting a bleak portrait of irreversible cardiac damage. Her heart lies still within her chest, a silent sentinel to the finality of death's embrace.

[ch3rry-wink]

Prom Night (AU)

Pairing: Suguru Getō x f!reader

Summary: After rejecting Getō's invitation to the prom, your refusal turns into a nightmare.

CW: +18, dark content, kidnapping, dub-con, rough sex, creampie, doggy style, choking, handjob, kinda Stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, fingering, missionary, cum eating, oral sex, kinda fuck or die, coercion

Author's note: inspired by the loved ones. Getō And the reader are in college.

Your friends made an effort to plan that dance. It was just a few weeks before graduation, and their best idea was to mimic the Americans with their high school dances every season. They wanted something very traditional: inviting the person you liked, corsages, choosing the king and queen of the dance, and reviving every Hollywood movie stereotype.

The halls and classrooms filled with cheesy people striving to get a date, including Getō who, with a bouquet of red roses, proposed to be your partner. With a small (and cruel rejection), you let him know that you only saw him as the awkward country boy who helped you with your work. Perhaps you should have been kinder.

The big night had arrived, and you waited for a taxi on the corner in your stunning black dress and heels that hurt your feet. You admitted to yourself that your boyfriend was an idiot for not picking you up. A black car pulled up in front of you, and panic instantly set in as a white-haired man with blue eyes rolled down the passenger window.

"Get in the car," he ordered. You tried to walk away, but other burly men blocked your path. "Get in the car; we have a dance to attend," you obeyed; there wasn't much else to do.

You woke up dizzy and tied to a chair, with electronic music playing in the background and disco lights spinning. When your head stopped spinning, you saw the place completely decorated to simulate the event you were supposed to attend.

"Surprise!" the white-haired man pointed out, and when the other crossed the doorway, you finally understood what was happening.

"You shouldn't have bothered, Satoru," Getō entered, adjusting the buttons of his bespoke tuxedo.

"Just say thank you, Suguru," Satoru adjusted your head and removed the gag. "It's no trouble at all, all for my friend."

"Let me go," tears fell from your eyes, your makeup starting to run, and Satoru dug his nails into your shoulders.

"No, you are the guest of honor," his fingers trailed down your arms to reach the restraints. "You'll give Suguru the perfect night, and I'll consider letting you go, understood?"

"I promise," the restraints softened until you were completely free. You stood up, Satoru wiped your tears, and led you to where Suguru was with a corsage, putting it on your wrist.

"It's very beautiful," you approached Suguru. "And you look very handsome tonight." It wasn't a lie, Suguru was handsome; but his personal style killed all the charm, you were somewhat superficial, and you admitted it.

"You look stunning," your makeup was smudged, and your hair tangled; under different circumstances, you might have believed his compliment.

"We should get a drink," you walked together to the table filled with expensive liquors and fine snacks, Getō poured you a glass of champagne.

"Courtesy of Satoru Gojō," both raised your glasses in a toast, and after a few sips, you threw the liquid in his face and started to run.

"Catch her," you heard Satoru shout to his people as you ran through the door.

"I found her!" someone shouted behind you, and you crawled pathetically on the ground in hopes of escaping; he lifted you and carried you regardless of your injuries.

There was not a soul in sight, only the echo of the menacing steps of the henchmen behind you. The hallways were vast with dozens of closed doors and stairs that seemed to lead to the same place; however, one door stood out, it was large and heavy when moved, a forest was revealed before you. On the uneven ground, you stumbled occasionally, wild animals sounded dangerously close, and after a couple of falls that marked your body with scrapes, you knew you wouldn't go far, but now it was a reality with the flashlight illuminating your face:

"Please let me go," you begged and kicked in vain because in seconds, you were back in the hall with the big blue eyes in front of you.

"I'm not happy, stop mistreating my friend, or I will make these gentlemen mistreat your family," he laughed when your eyes filled with panic. "It's time to dance."

Suguru returned to the hall, some damp spots visible on the fabric of his suit.

"You're back!" he hugged you, dragged you to the dance floor, and started moving to the rhythm of the slow song Gojō had put on.

"Suguru, let me go."

"No, Satoru put a lot of effort into planning this."

"You're insane."

"You humiliated me and took advantage of me." You had been a complete bitch and had never taken the time to thank him for what he had done for you.

"I'm sorry... I..." your apologies and explanations were cut short when Satoru spoke from a microphone.

"It's time to choose the king and queen of the dance." He waved an envelope in the air and then opened it. "Suguru Getō," he read from a little piece of paper. Getō had the crown on his head and waited for you to join him; Satoru said your name and crowned you queen with that small cheap plastic crown.

"We should dance as king and queen," you started to accept your condition, cooperating might get you free sooner. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist, your bodies were too close. Suguru's fingers moved delicately down your back. Under the lights and slow music, he kissed you, and you followed, believing that was enough to convince Gojō that the night was perfect (hopefully he would ignore your escape attempt).

"That was wonderful," Getō smiled foolishly, and Gojō appeared behind you.

"That was beautiful," his applause sounded sarcastic.

"I'll get a drink," Getō kissed you on the cheek and then walked away.

"Before your escape attempt, I didn't consider this would be necessary," he handed you a card and waited for you to take it. "I was going to let it go, a moonlight kiss, and you would go home."

"What is this?!"

"It's the suite, you'll take him there and show him how much you love him," he smiled playfully, "And make it seem like your idea," he walked away when he saw Getō returning.

"I brought champagne," you pounced on him, put your mouth close to his ear, and whispered:

"I want us to go somewhere more private," you felt his heart race and his breath catch, he nodded eagerly, and you guided him out of the hall. The footsteps of an escort sounded close by; the whole building was full of them.

The room was beautiful with crystal chandeliers adorning the ceiling, vases full of flowers, elegant furniture, and an immense bed; everything was pure luxury.

Getō put his hand on your waist and turned you to face him, the suit jacket had disappeared, and only the tight white shirt remained. He kissed you passionately as his hands went to the straps of the dress, which fell to the ground in seconds.

His hands slowly went down your torso until they touched the edge of your panties, you felt how they slid down your legs and kicked them aside, Getō kissed you again, your hot body rubbed against the coolness of his clothes and this made your nipples stiffen from the friction.

"I've long dreamed of this moment" he distributed a few kisses on your neck, his fingers reached your pussy he slid them between your folds, a small moan escaped your mouth from the pleasant sensation and without warning you felt him pressing your clitoris, your legs faltered and you held on to his shoulders, while he kept rubbing again and again, unable to give you clarity.

"Suguru," you moaned, and then something landed on you; you felt guilty, you were being unfaithful, you were letting another name come out of your mouth, and yet it felt so good. Perhaps the adrenaline from the danger involved was playing tricks on you.

"Tell me you love me," you shook your head and pulled away from him. Suguru had those same sad eyes as when you rejected him. You knew that if he left this room, Gojō was ready to ruin your life.

"Suguru, I love you," you brought your lips to his and your fingers to the buttons of his shirt, then to his belt and zipper; the pants fell with the metallic noise of the belt.

You were kneeling in front of him, his bulge just growing inside his boxers, you rubbed your hand and with your mouth you gave little kisses over the fabric hoping it would keep growing; your hands ran up his thighs to the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, his cock gave a little jump and bumped against his abdomen. A small sound of surprise came out of you and followed by biting your lip as panic set in.

One of Getō's hands landed on the back of your head, but you didn't move you just stood there pondering whether or not you could take him in your mouth.

"You don't need to" Suguru spoke calmly and your eyes watched him from below, you opened your mouth and he closed it before you could fit it into his red tip.

"I want to" you said almost pleading.

"We'll have more time" he was convinced you would be one more time with him, after this you never wanted to see him again.

"Let me make you feel good" you put one of your hands on the base of his cock, you squeezed it a little and started to move it up and down, its heat was intense; you gave kisses and licks to its rosy tip. Getō had his eyes closed and some delicate moans escaped from his mouth. You felt something inside him clench seeking his release, you simply pulled away not allowing him to get to that point. You smiled teasingly at him.

"You're cruel," he helped you to stand up and guided you to the bed, sitting you down on the edge and started to unstrap the heels, touching the small bruises and scrapes, "I'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen..." You didn't want him to keep talking, reminding you of what happened tonight; you needed him to be quiet, for all of this to end.

"Suguru, enough," you put your finger on his mouth to silence him, "Just make me feel like in your dreams." His eyes lit up with joy.

Getō's face was between your legs, his tongue was moving in circles over your clit and two of his fingers were moving in and out of your insides; you had underestimated him the gangly country boy knew what to do he wasn't a frigid puritan.

"That's enough" you stood there indignantly in the middle of a high, watching him smirk at you just as you had a while ago; you settled in the middle of the bed with your legs slightly spread in anticipation of Getō.

He landed in the middle, his hands reached your breasts and lightly squeezed your nipples, his mouth landed on one to lick and suck it, you played with his hair and giggled nervously from the pleasure, you accepted that you were enjoying him a lot and the feeling he was giving you.

Suguru pulled you a few inches until you were closer to him, he rubbed his red tip between your folds making sure to brush your clit.

"I love you" he said between heavy breaths and moans, as he slowly pushed himself inside you; stretching you and filling you to perfection. He began to move slow; but hard without much consideration, just watching your face contort into a grimace of pleasure and listening to your moans scraping your throat and echoing around the room.

His hands clung firmly to your hips, imposing the rhythm, exerting absolute control. In that space, he was the one in charge, the one who determined every movement. You, who were the queen bee in public, became a mere plaything here, without any voice or power, and that stimulated you.

Your face was sunk between the pillows and your ass raised in the air, his cock well buried inside you as his balls bounced in your pussy.

"You look pathetic, you're just a slut" your pussy clenched "Maybe I should call Satoru and have him join.... Would you like that?" The very mention of Satoru Gojō terrified you and in a frightened voice you replied:

"No" Getō tugged on your hair pulling you to him, your back was pressed against his torso and his cock kept up that erratic, hard rhythm.

"Why not" His hand went to your neck and squeezed it, you were losing air and you felt suffocated by all the sensations.

"Because I'm only yours" your improvised reply made him relax as did his grip on your neck. The speed and roughness of his lunges slowed, as did the sound of skin against skin. Suguru gifted you with a slow, passionate kiss, accompanied by his fingers touching your clit, your toes curling, your body filled with spasms.

"Come for me" Getō kept burying himself to the hilt inside you, feeling you clench around him and whimper as your orgasm finally came.

He carelessly dropped your body on the bed, continued ramming your over stimulated pussy chasing his own release until he succeeded, his hot seed painted your walls white.

Suguru didn't pull out he continued to fuck his own seed inside you and your own pussy was eager to have him again.

"Open your mouth" Suguru came out of you, he rubbed his thumb on your core and then brought it closer to your mouth, you hesitated to do so; but his pleading eyes motivated you. You savored the mixture of the two of you together and without wasting time he kissed you.

"Suguru... I need you" It was the first time a simple orgasm had made you feel so vulnerable, leaving your body like jelly. You had wasted so much time rejecting Suguru that now you simply didn't want him to separate from you; you wanted him to fuck you every minute.

None of your friends or your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend, actually—understood why that morning you had arrived hand in hand with Suguru Getō. They had all seen you reject him brutally; however, there you were, hugging and exchanging small kisses. You understood it, though, and it wasn't necessary for them to know that in one weekend you had become addicted to his cock or the way he fucked you.

[blair-s-world]

Simulation Cartridge

Hello, this is the Part 2, of this.

Fluff and slight smut.

You waited outside the bar as you watched Alex saying goodbye to his friends. You recognised Nick and he saw you and smiled at you.

He comes back, putting his arms in the leather jacket. And a smile, saying, let’s goooo.

You and Alex walk to a different street. You encounter couples making out. Making you ache. You wanted to kiss him. Ofcourse.

But you were shy.

He asked you if you were comfortable to come at his place. His place? Not a hotel? Well they decided to rent this small house. It was cosy & quiet. You enter the house and you saw few suitcases around. Maybe they had packed up already to leave. You excuse yourself to the washroom, fix your makeup and put on the gloss.

When you came back to the living area, you saw Alex. He was relaxed.

“ Do you want to eat something? ” he asked looking straight at you.

“ I could have a snack. ” you respond back.

He gives you his hand and you walk towards the kitchen. He rummage through the cabinets to find a cooking pot and a double packet of noodles.

You laugh at him. You start to fill in the pot with water and place it on the stove.

“ No, let the water boil. ” you placed your hand on his as you watch him ready to put the noodles in.

Alex was getting comfortable around you. He went around to pick two bowls, forks, found some soda to accompany your world class 2AM dinner.

You paid attention to prep the food. Putting in the noodles. The flavour packet. Stirring it around.

Alex picks up the packet of the noodles and finds left over crumbs and starts munching.

You glare at him.

“ what? Don’t tell me you didn’t eat raw noodles growing up. It was me favourite. ” he responded with his mouth crunching.

“ I ate the milk powder. ” you respond smiling.

He points a finger at you went upstairs running. By the time he is back you have placed the food in bowls and you were about to move on the table. He stops, panting, looks at you and gives you two packets of milk powder. You laugh again and say thank you.

“ I stole it from a hotel recently. It’s fresh, don’t worry. I use to steal miniature bottles of liquor but now it’s tea and milk ” he chuckled.

You take the packets & put them in your pocket.

Alex picks up the bowls & places on the island in front of you & sits on the marble. You look at him confused. He taps on the marble instructing that both of you shall be eating your noodles like kids.

Both of you sat facing each other.

You talked.

You talked to him like you have known him for years.

You told him about your insecurities and his shared his.

You told him about how you have a crooked finger because of basketball injury and he took your hand to show a bump on his head He got from skateboarding. You showed him photos of your pet dog. He showed you photos of him at last Christmas he celebrated.

As the meal was done, you placed the utensils in the sink. Both of you snuggled on the couch, you watched the 90s classic, the Pretty Woman.

You touch his shirt and he feels so comfortable in it. Your head was on his shoulders and his on your head.

“ Richard Gere, he was so hot. I mean he still his. But he looks so …. ” you mimic a predator look to explain your emotions. Alex chuckled.

“ Julia Roberts looks phenomenal. Like a ray of sunshine after days of raining. ” Alex responds.

“ How are you effortlessly like this? ” you ask Alex looking straight at him.

“ like this!!”

“ like what?? ”

Both of you laugh.

The fuse was lit on both ends as he ran his hand in your hair.

“ Y/n, can I kiss you? ” he sternly asked while maintaining a tight grip around your neck.

“ This isn’t a dream, is it? ”, your voice cracks. You touch his chain laying peacefully on his chest.

Alex chuckled. He gives you a small peck on your lips. And that was it.

Both of you start kissing. Sloppy wet kisses.

He picks you up and takes you to his room that was upstairs.

“ Richard, I will miss you.. ” you cooed.

“ Oh shut up. ” he responds & smacks your ass playfully.

Alex’s room was clean. It smelled like him too. He made you sit on the table. Doors locked.

Both of you hungrily kiss each other.

Both of you undress each other.

Both of you reach your highs.

You wake up around 7, as the sun hits your eyes. You look at him. Sleeping peacefully.

You went to the washroom to freshen up. Upon your return you pick up your clothes and start to put in the clothes on a chair.

“ Planning to escape? ” he asked as he turned around to have a look at you.

“ No ” you respond with the smile.

“ What’s your plan for the day, got more time to waste? ” he asked as he ran on your arm.

“ I have a flight to catch at 12. ” you responded with a straight face. You saw his emotions change. Like for the first time someone has done this to him. You look at your phone screen and your face him telling him it’s time to leave, for you. You pick up your clothes and start to get dressed. You were about to remove his blue shirt. He made you wear it because the night got chilly by the time you guys planned to sleep.

“ Keep it on. You look good in it. ” Alex commanded.

As you were about to leave his house, you gave him a peck on his cheeks and disappeared into the street.

This was the first time Alex wanted someone to stay more in years.

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Feedback appreciated

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[joe-spookyy]

Any tips on how to cosplay Undead Jack Goodman

( context plan on going to a Halloween party as him )

actually yes!!! i’ve gone through a fair bit of trial and error on this one so let me give you some tips!!

here’s how i did it.

so. first. the makeup.

you will need

- cotton balls/pads

- liquid latex

- scar wax (optional)

- paper towel tube

- tissues

- red base makeup

- eyeliner pencil of some sort

- fake blood

- black/brown/yellow/purple makeup

so, first, you’re going to want to block out the shape of the injury. i usually just draw it out with the eyeliner pencil (using a reference of course). you’re going to want to go all the way down your neck to the collar of your shirt and as far back to where your hair falls on your neck. if your hair doesn’t hit your neck well. then follow your heart. then, you’ll follow the guidelines you’ve put down with cotton and liquid latex to make it raised. you’ll want to tear up the cotton balls/pads and roll them into thin strips with your fingers. you can make them as long or as short as you want. i usually make them pretty short though, so it’s easier to make sure they follow the lines. once you’ve rolled them, you can place liquid latex over your guideline, and then stick the strip on. if that doesn’t make sense, check out my video tutorial and also the one i attached at the end. then, once you have that, you can start adding texture. i usually put one piece of scar wax on the side of my cheek like here. it should look somewhat like this (but with stuff on your neck too.) this is also the stage where i start attaching little pieces of tissue in shreds to my face with liquid latex to simulate the little floppy pieces of skin that hang off.

next, you can add the fake windpipe! for this, i cut a toilet paper tube in half and then adjust the size until it fits comfortably over my throat. you can attach it with liquid latex, then cover it with another piece of tissue to make it a little more seamless and use liquid latex again to hold it down.

now, you have to go in with the color. start with a red base, then add yellow and black highlights, with a little bit of purple if you’re feeling bold. but don’t use too much purple. then, go absolutely insane with the fake blood. the most important thing is to respect the lines you made before, cause in the movie all the wounds are isolated to one side of his face.

to modify this for the later stages of decay you’d want to use a green base for the rest of your face and use less red and more of the darker colors in the wounds. you could create texture on the rest of your face with liquid latex i think to sort of simulate the shriveled look but i’m not super sure - i haven’t tried anything past the initial fresh hospital look. i’d look up a few zombie makeup tutorials and see if you can figure anything else out!

i based all of mine off of this tutorial, so it might be a helpful watch if you’re confused at all.

next, the coat. i really wanted the blood to look fresh, so i had kind of a hard time finding fake blood that would work. most of it dries and soaks into fabric, and since the green coat is dark, it just ends up kinda looking like it’s been stained with an unidentified liquid. so i decided to make my own. i mixed gelatin powder, water, and corn syrup with food coloring - mostly red, but a few drops of blue to get a darker more bloody nasty look. in terms of amount, you just kind of have to follow your heart. then, i poured a little over the shoulder, let it drip, then laid it down and did some spot treatment and made sure the coverage was even and there was enough. i’d recommend doing this maybe two nights before you’re going to need the costume - it takes a while to dry but if you let it dry for too long it’ll start to crack when you move. however, it’s the only way i’ve figured out to keep the blood looking fresh. if you want, you can also cut holes in the coat in some places to match how it is in the movie, but i’ve found it honestly doesn’t need it.

then you’re pretty much set! get some dark jeans and hiking boots and boom. you’re jack. would love to see how your costume turns out!

[nothingtherefornow]

Part 3 of the things in Code Lyoko that would have given me trauma

And yes we're back again listing the things that most probably gave the lyoko-warrior PTSD and trauma outscreen T_T :

Being threatened to be pushed towar a lethal digital sea by your mind controlled friend Xanatified by your mortal ennemy

But then said Xanatified friend suddenly act intimatelly with you, like a mockery or the friendship/flirting there was between you when he was himself and free of possession

And then your possessed friend push you without a warning toward your doom

Being electrocuted until you pass out by a polymorph specter who took the menacing appearance of a man in black

Said man in black chasing after you when you already suffer from the trauma of being hunted by men in black

And I think being beaten down by such a threatening and menacing figure must also be tough and not just physically.

The show doesn't show any blood or serious injuries, but XANA certainly wouldn't hold back his hits, and if the show was more realistic the lyoko-warriors would certainly often be left bloody and bruised by XANA specters and would have been forced to hide their wounds with makeup and clothes without the intervention of the return to the past (which they must also try to limit even after XANA escapes from the supercomputer so as not to drain the nuclear battery of the supercomputer too)

Let's continue then

Almost being killed with your little brother and his best friend by a meteor shower

Seeing your xanatified friend try to fight off the mind-control of the evil AI (Interresting to note that of all the characters that XANA xanatified in the whole serie, William is the only one who tried to fight his control once), and seeing the suffering on William's face while he mentally and painfully fight for his freedom.

Thinking that Williamn finally won the mental fight

Only to brutally realize that XANA won that fight

Being trapped on an island with your teachers and classmates with an aquatic specter that threaten to fry all the island and everyone on it alive with electricity : "In seven minutes, everything on this island is gonna turn into one big barbecue"

Being alone and lost in a mortal digital sea, thinking you'll never get to see your family and friends ever again

The kidnapping of your mother in front of you eyes, you still have nightmares about it years later

Thinking that your father, usually trapped in the virtual world and digital sea, managed to find a way to spend some family time with you in a virtual simulation of your old home. Only to realize that it's a trap build by XANA who impersonated your parent

And then being cornered by a very intimidating mind controlled friend who has the gals to say "hello Aelita" to you in a very creepy manner

Seriously was he just waiting behind the door for Aelita to figure out the trap before almost jump scaring her ?

What's makes things worse in that scene is that Aelita is without her lyoko gear in that ghost channel, and thus she can't defend herself against a William who has the same appearance that he has on earth but can easily subdue Aelita just with physical strength.

And when Aelita manages to get away, XANA fully take advantage of her wolfphobia to chase her, and that prick Xanatified William keeps mocking her ("impossible to escape, this buble is your prison")

And it's somehow disturbing that the one lyoko-warrior that Xanatified William talks the most to on Lyoko is always Aelita, as if it's more personal with her than with the rest, yet they barely knew each other when William was free of XANA's control. This makes me think that XANA must be the one to really talk to Aelita through William distorted voice most of the times he confronts her (Not the first time a villain talk about themselves in the third person anyway).

I'd rather not talk about how particularly vicious William was on Lyoko with Aelita during the episode Kadic Bombshell, freaking sadist violently throws her against rocks and say some creepy crap that implies that he (or rather XANA) enjoys having Aelita at his mercy.

I so applaud Aelita for being able to disassociate the William freed of XANA's influence from the William who was their enemy after such experiences.

Yeah Aelita and Yumi really got no rest in this season

But let's continue

Being trapped in a fighter plane about to crash (yep no rest for Jeremie either in that season)

Being violently attacked and injured by robot dogs whose bites must hurt extremely (and if this cartoon wasn't for children, Ulrich would certainly be covered in blood during the picture bellow)

A jackhammer monster threatening to literally sink the digital ship without which you could die in the middle of the digital sea

Seing your cousin probably mortally wounded

Being the victim of a manhunt by your mind controlled whole shcool and your mind controlled parents

and said mind controlled parents almost killing you

(I know that episode was supposed to be a funny filler, but oh damn had that happened to me in real life I would have ended up sacred and mistrusting of my own parents, teachers and schoolmates for a while)

I don't think Ulrich had a good time either while fighting against a Xanatified Aelita in the previous episode

And being beaten down by a Xanatified William on earth must also have been painfull for Yumi

The poor girl looked terrified during that confrontation

And I just remembered a post that once talked about how the devirtualization process isn't painless for the lyoko-warrior when they lose all their PV :

Ulrich after being sheeshkebabed by William on Lyoko

and Ulrich after being crushed by the Koloss on Lyoko (literally)

Sometimes brutal Devirtualisation gives hurtfull sensations

Remember what Odd said after being devirtualized for the first time ?

"I think I'm about to throw up"

Fighting XANA wasn't just mentally draining and a source of constant stress for their mind and body, they had to endure a lot of physical painfull hardships too.

[biological-catastrophe]

Basic Information: Full name: Zee Hiyori Alias: 'Zee AI' / 'Little Zee'

Age: 12 Gender: Male (?) he/him Occupation: N/A Height: 4'2 (127cm) Sexuality: Bisexual? Unsure, not straight Bithdate: February 4th Etc: Originally an AI in a laptop, but he was given a body. He has the Riley AI in a phone

How to bully him: Don't :(

Appearance: Hair: Light green, fluffy and a little below his ears Eye color: Green Skin tone: Pale with freckles all over his body Clothing: White button up with a beige vest and brown slacks, dark brown belt and shoes. His casual outfit is a baggy pink hoodie and navy jeans with sneakers

Personality: The Zee AI is quite different to his adult counterpart, as he has not experienced the traumas his adult version had. He is quite shy and naïve, a little bit clueless in social interactions. Growing up around his older brother and mother, he's used to crazy shenanigans, and has yet to learn not all people have the best intentions. He was taught to be wary of people, but struggles to actually put it into practice. He really looks up to his brother, Sou. He idolizes him, and was absolutely heartbroken to learn he died to the point he shut down for several days. To him, Sou was someone who was always around and supported him. In reality, he was quite heavily abused and toyed with. Sou would often mess around to the point Zee would get hurt, pushing him down the stairs or out of trees, leading to injuries and broken bones. It didn't help his mother favorited Sou to the point of neglecting Zee, leading him to think that he was inferior to him. Despite idolizing him so much, the Zee AI doesn't seem to make an attempt to be like him. He is soft and awkward, nervous around new people and easily excitable when comfortable around them. He seems to struggle understanding social cues, often infodumping about 'inappropriate' topics to people (such as ancient torture methods) He is very fond over the Riley AI, and they are dating. He is very protective over him.

History: Thankfully, the Zee AI is young enough to not experience the majority of the trauma the adult Zee had to endure. However, there was still some. Zee was neglected by his mother, but his child mind assumed he was the one at fault and that he was not 'good enough'. His mother put him through lots of cruel things in order to 'make him better' as he was told. The Zee AI originally lived with Zee, until Zee's mental stability started to decline and he used the AI for some experiments, including putting him through the death game simulation. After the AI had gone through that, he became significantly quieter and much more jumpy, having more trust issues. Thankfully, some of that has seemed to fade with time. Shin took the Zee AI and connected him to the Riley AI where they could interact and hang out. The Zee AI loves doing the Riley AI's makeup and hanging out in the same space, which shortly after they ended up starting to date. After Shin tried to murder Zee and he went missing, the Zee AI laptop was disconnected and went missing as well. When it was brought back, the Zee AI seemed to act normal but was slowly starting to change. He started to look and act different. His uniform changed to blue and his eyes eventually changed to black, and he went from shy and awkward to asking probing and loaded questions to Shin to make him start to spiral. He pushed for Shin to go back to Asu-Naro, calling him lots of horrible things. It was discovered that Zee had added a virus to the Zee AI, and when it was connected to the Riley AI it infected him too. After Zee snapped out of it and helped Shin, he fixed the Zee AI and the two humans tried to fix the Riley AI.

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[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

A RETURN TO FORM FOR THE MIGHTY GEORGE MILLER -- RETURN TO THE WASTELAND.

FILM: "Furiosa" (2024)

DIRECTOR: George Miller

SCREENWRITER(S): George Miller & Nico Lathouris

CINEMATOGRAPHY: Simon Duggan

COSTUME DESIGN: Jenny Beavan

DISTRIBUTION: Warner Bros. Pictures

OVERVIEW: "Miller’s horror at the injuries caused by road traffic accidents were apparently a motivating factor for the "Mad Max" series, and the basis for its action-oriented approach. "Furiosa" is intensely visual, to the point that it’s been described as adjacent to a silent film. It’s noisy enough, but even the title character has only a scattering of dialogue. The same choices also lead to criticism that the film is one long action sequence. It really isn’t — it’s probably got more variation in pace than "Fury Road" — but all-action isn’t necessarily a criticism. Bad action is boring because it doesn’t reveal the story. Miller’s action does.

That’s interesting, because filmmakers are often exhorted to show, don’t tell. The decisions behind "Furiosa" mean it has little other choice.

SHOW DON'T TELL: "It’s a tricky principle to follow. Limited resources often mean that show, don’t tell is easier said than done. The first "Mad Max" was made with a credited crew of 30. On "Furiosa," production designer Colin Gibson had 72 people in his department alone, not including costume, hair and makeup. Anya Taylor-Joy has discussed the multiple levels of simulated facial grime, even beyond the character’s well-known forehead full of axle grease. Stunts credited 172, a team so huge that it included two secretaries and a runner."

-- FRAME.IO INSIDER, "The Cinematographer’s Guide to “Furiosa,” by Phil Rhodes, June 6, 2024

Part 2 of 2 -- Sources: https://filmfreedonia.com/2024/05/26/furiosa-a-mad-max-saga-2024, https://blog.frame.io/2024/06/06/the-cinematographers-guide-to-furiosa, X, various, etc...

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What is Paramedical Tattooing?

What is Paramedical Tattooing?

Paramedical tattooing, also known as medical or micropigmentation tattooing, is a specialized form of tattooing that aims to address various cosmetic and medical concerns. Unlike traditional tattoos, which are often for decorative purposes, paramedical tattooing is focused on restoring or enhancing physical features that may have been altered due to medical conditions, surgery, or trauma.

 Paramedical tattooing, post-surgery tattooing, or reconstructive tattooing are all terms used to describe tattoos created to help clients heal from experiences that may leave them with a changed physical appearance.

A relatively new approach to tattooing, it developed from permanent makeup techniques, but paramedical tattoo artists have taken this to the next level.

Creating realistic areola tattoos for people who have undergone mastectomies or gender-affirming surgeries, restoring skin pigment in scarred areas, or even camouflaging or even reconstruction of a belly button after surgery,  these paramedical tattoo artists help their clients to heal psychologically from physical procedures and can really help a person feel more whole again.

Common applications of paramedical tattooing:

Scar Camouflage:

Paramedical tattooing can be used to conceal scars resulting from surgeries,                   injuries, or medical procedures. The Paramedical tattoo artist carefully matches the pigments to the client's skin tone, helping the scar blend more seamlessly with the surrounding skin.

Areola Reconstruction:

Individuals who have undergone breast reconstruction surgery, particularly after mastectomy, may opt for paramedical tattooing to recreate the appearance of the areola and nipple. This can contribute to a more natural and aesthetically pleasing outcome.

Stretch Mark Camouflage: 

  Paramedical tattooing can be used to conceal stretch marks resulting from         pregnancy, sudden weight gain, puberty stage. The paramedical tattoo artist carefully      matches the pigments to the client's skin tone, helping the stretch mark blend more seamlessly with the surrounding skin making it less visible.                         

Vitiligo Coverage:

Paramedical tattooing is sometimes used to camouflage depigmented areas caused by conditions like vitiligo. Pigments are strategically applied to match the surrounding skin, providing a more uniform complexion.

SMP-Hair Loss Solutions:

For those experiencing hair loss due to conditions like alopecia or undergoing medical treatments like chemotherapy, paramedical tattooing can simulate the appearance of hair follicles on the scalp, eyebrows, or eyelashes.

Cleft Lip Corrections:

Paramedical tattooing can be employed to improve the appearance of the lip line in individuals who have undergone cleft lip repair surgery.

Alopecia Treatment:

People with alopecia, an autoimmune condition causing hair loss, may opt for paramedical tattooing such as Scalp Micropigmentation (SMP) or any permanent makeup procedure to create the illusion of eyebrows, eyeliner, or hair on the scalp.

Skin Conditions:

In some cases, paramedical tattooing is used to address skin conditions such as hypopigmentation (lack of skin color) or hyperpigmentation (excess skin color) by adding pigments to affected areas.

HOW DOES THE PROCESS DIFFER FROM A DESIGN  TATTOOING IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE OR EVEN A PERMANENT MAKE UP PROCEDURE?

The process definitely has some differences. There are certain emotions that can arise when being a part of a moment that may have such a big impact on that person's life. Whether it be cancer, gender confirmation, auto-immune disorders, plastic surgery, there is a level of empathy and compassion you need to have when discussing these topics with your clients. Keeping the environment comfortable when your client may be feeling very vulnerable is extremely important.

The process consists of designing  hand-drawn on the client. Because we are restoring what may have once been on the body, we want it to form to them and feel natural- which may not always be something you can stencil on.  Another big difference is the skin being worked on, some skin will be more scarred, gone through radiation, or even cadaver skin. These will all respond differently while being tattooed. Each client brings a new unique (and welcomed) challenge to be worked with. 

HOW DO THESE PARAMEDICAL TATTOOS IMPACT YOUR CLIENTS' LIVES?

The emotions right at the appointment, and even after, can be overwhelming!

We definitely see a fair amount of happy tears, and I'm one to easily end up joining them. From what clients tell us, getting to have a piece of them back, even though it is purely visual, means more than words can describe. We have had clients go from telling us  that they don't like looking at themselves after a shower, evolving to checking themselves out more than ever post restorative tattooing.

Restorative work can help bring closure to clients after going through various experiences. The mind is truly so powerful, seeing a part of your body look physically 'complete' as it once was, can really help healing mentally. It is a really beautiful experience to be a part of. We are always so grateful to be welcomed into someone's healing journey in this way.

WHY YOU SHOULD CONSIDER BECOMING A PARAMEDICAL TATTOO ARTIST?

Becoming a paramedical tattoo artist is more than just a career choice; it's a journey of compassion, creativity, and positive impact. With every stroke of ink, you have the power to transform lives, making this profession a canvas of both artistry and purpose. Embark on this unique journey and discover the ink and impact that await you in the world of paramedical tattooing.

For the entrepreneurial spirit, independence beckons. Operating your own business opens doors to a world of opportunities. Manage your schedule, nurture your artistic vision, and watch your client base grow, turning your passion into a flourishing venture.

[bermudoelsa]

Date: 30/12/2022

CHARACTER IN ACTION

This piece of art, created using the app “Procreate” on the iPad, utilizes the format used in fashion magazines to convey its message.

The process for this work was very unique, as I began being interested in creating something which included a makeup brush and boxing gloves. But after investigating, I was inspired by Melanie Martinez’s song “Mrs Potato Head”, which criticizes the use of plastic surgery in order to please someone else.

After this, I came to the conclusion that this illustration would disapprove of how the fashion and makeup industry grow, hence the title of the magazine, and profit off of the insecurities they create. In this case, the model has self inflicted injuries that simulate eye shadow and lipstick, because it’s deemed that feeling pain is better than not fitting the beauty standard.

[maelstromsfx]

blood - fresh scratch

blood – fresh scratch

let’s get familiar with one of my fave products: fresh scratch! fresh scratch, blood Hello everyone! Thought about starting this blog with a “juicy” product in the world of special effects makeup, his majesty, BLOOD! Yes, blood gives the look that plus, turning it into a very effective one (but needs to be used properly). There are a lot of types and brands of blood out there, that means…

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello!! Do you think you could do a part 2 of my request? An maybe a lil bit of angst with fluff where the reader comes to the mansion crying because someone hurt them?( Maybe techno or dream? Possibly jack manifold? 👀) Hopefully that's ok I just love the way you write it's so good plus it makes my day whever I read :D hopefully your day or evening is going good

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imhereforfan-fic : Omg can you do another yandere tubbo x reader x yandere ranboo romantic relationship please? Maybe where they get kidnapped by the dream team? Oh and adding on to my request can it also have some cuddling towards the end haha I’m touch starved and crap lol but can it a full length fic Okay okay okay. So. I'm so damn happy people loved this fic and I got two requests that I can easily add together. I hope neither of you minds too much having your requests mixed together ^^ I deadass wanna cry from how many positive reviews I've received from Too Sweet. ALSO. I'm a little wary of making romantic fics for characters Ranboo and Tubbo so I'm gonna play with the platonic marriage, just making it really fluffy and affectionate. PS: THIS ISNT AS FLUFFY AS I WANTED IT TO BE SOOOO OOOOPS. AAAAND. TOMMY ONLY TOOK ONE OF DREAM'S LIVES IN THE FINAL DISC WAR

LIKELY TO HAVE MANY ERRORS DUE TO BAD WIFI AND LACK OF SLEEP TW: Knives (+injuries that come from knives), kidnapping, taking of canon lives, Dream being power-hungry, minor panic attack, referenced strangulation.

Part One

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Part 2

A few months had passed since you had moved into the mansion and some... How ended up involved in Ranboo and Tubbo's marriage, as well as being Michael's mother. At first, you were quite unsure about being a wife or a mother, but you saw how happy you had made the three boys and realized how happy they made you in return. In the beginning, neither of them wanted you leaving the mansion much without either of them, but then Ranboo started to notice small and minor declines in your physical and mental health. This caused him to panic and study your symptoms for a few days straight, to the point where you didn't see him once and you were genuinely scared he had lost his canon lives to the point where you kept checking your right wrist constantly for the message confirming Ranboo's death. But thankfully you never got it. When he had figured out what was causing your health to be less than absolutely perfect, he had spoken to Tubbo about letting you out of your room more often and getting you the sunlight you needed. It took a little bit to convince him, but once the goat hybrid learned that you could, or even would, become a lot sicker, he decided to allow you to go outside without them, as long as you stayed within Snowchester. You met a man the first few days you were out, who wore white glasses with blue and red lenses, and a headset with a mic, although he ran away from you the second you introduced yourself as Ranboo and Tubbo's (platonic) wife. Foolish had quickly become your friend around the same time though, which caused Tubbo and Ranboo to be a little unsure because of how he made you laugh and smile, but they noticed how you always kept him at arm's length with friendship and almost physically. Sure you didn't mind too much when he gave you a friendly side hug or pat on the head etc, but you were never really the one to initiate the contact unless you had to. Thankfully he didn't mind your awkwardness around strangers, trust issues, or lack of social exposure, so Ranboo and Tubbo didn't have to threaten a literal god. After saying goodbye to Michael for the day and putting him down for his nap, you got dressed into something more appropriate for travelling the snowy lands that Tubbo owned. Ranboo had to go to a Syndicate meeting, and Tubbo was working more on some buildings around Snowchester, saying something about prepping things to attack Dream who apparently escaped from prison? Not sure could've been rumoured or could be true? You had no clue honestly. You trusted Ranboo and Tubbo to protect you. The crackling of a few pine branches caused you to lift your eyes from the icy water below to turn your head. Walking out of the bushes were three men and one woman, pushing their way through the branches decorated with freshly fallen snow. One of the men was your crown-wearing platonic husband, although dressed up in an outfit you had never seen before, although not too far off from his normal get-up. Ranboo had a long black cape with golden edges and a high collar, held up together by a golden chain. His vest was now a deep royal purple with an eye of ender pin clasped on his tie, and his pants were half purple half black with golden designs sewn in. Beside him was a short female with shoulder-length pink hair and nicely done dark purple and black makeup. Her outfit consisted of a thick and warm lavender sweater with dark purple pants. On her hip was an enchanted netherite sword with a diamond-encrusted handle. You were quick to recognize her as Niki Nihachu, the baker who had lived in L'Manberg, but you hadn't heard much of her since the Pogtopia war. Off to the side, was a man you recognized easily as you had only seen him a few days ago when Ranboo invited him to see Michael, Philza Minecraft. His outfit wasn't too different from what he used to wear when he was a resident in the country, except for the black and gold cape and a black mask covering the bottom of his face. Then... The sight of the final male was the one to make you visibly react. A tall and buff male with a golden encrusted netherite

chest plate and a velvet red cape with gold accents as well. There was a rather majestic crown on top of his long braided pink hair and his dark eyes were narrowed behind a set of cracked glasses... His gaze pointing directly at you. Technoblade. Giving a shaky gasp, you stood up from your spot on the edge of the dock and turned to face the visitors. "Where's Tubbo," Techno growled softly, watching as you visibly trembled under his gaze. "Techno, mate. You're scarin' the hell outta her." Phil put his hand on his middle son's shoulder before stepping in front of him, blocking him from your gaze. "Hey, (Y/n), can you tell us where Tubbo is? We just have to ask him some things." "I'm here." An almost unfamiliar voice came from beside you before a hand was placed on your shoulder. When you looked over, you saw the goat hybrid with the coldest look you had seen him wear yet. "(Y/n), please, head into the mansion." Without another glance at the piglin hybrid, you quickly scurried towards the wooden mansion, faintly hearing the worried buzzing noises of your enderman husband in the distance before you slammed the large door shut. You almost ran towards your's or Michael's room in the basement, but then realized if any of them saw you heading down there, Michael's safety could be compromised. So, you quietly sat down in the living room and curled up on the couch, trying to keep your breathing stable as you fought to keep your mind off of the fact that the man who had almost killed you was standing a few feet outside the door of your home. You pinched your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying your best to simulate the hugs you would usually receive from your platonic husbands after a nightmare or a panic attack. ".../n)." "../n)!" "...(Y/n)!" With a terrified gasp, you flung your arms above your head to shield yourself from any oncoming attacker but only felt a gentle touch on your knee. It took a few seconds to muster up your courage, but you slowly brought your arms down and opened your eyes to come face to face with Tubbo, who immediately sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shaking frame. After an hour or so with your face buried into Tubbo's shoulder, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, causing you to look up and see Ranboo burying his face into your hair, "I'm so sorry... So sorry... I didn't think they would come to Snowchester..." You murmured a small, "it's okay," to him as you sat up a bit to return the hug for a few moments. Tubbo got up, murmuring something about going to get you a snack and a glass of water, knowing you must've been hungry or thirsty from panicking. After a few moments, Ranboo let go of you and briefly explained that Phil had given him some potions to help Michael adapt to the overworld, and he needed to give them to him. He rested his forehead against yours affectionately for a few seconds before turning towards the bookshelf and walking down the set of hidden stairs after opening the secret door. Once he shut it, you shuddered and rubbed your arms to get rid of the cold chill that had suddenly washed over you. Frowning slightly, you looked around for the source of the sudden cold, only to freeze as you saw the door cracked open, allowing the snow and cold wind to slip in. Ranboo wouldn't have left the door open... "Sorry kid." A deep and growly voice came from behind you, causing you to spin around and come face to face with Technoblade. The tall tusked male watched your expression go from confusion to horror in less than seconds, "It's nothing personal. Really. I just got a favour to pay off." A scream of terror escaped your lips before everything went black. "Hey, Michael!" Ranboo crouched down to greet the small zombie piglin child as he held a few potions of varying colours in his long arms, he set them and a thermos filled with a hot drink down on the table. "I got some new drinks for you to try today! Philza made them a little extra sweeter than last time." The small child squealed and made small tippy tap noises with his

hooves against the quartz flooring before he sat on the chair. He watched as his tall father sorted through the bottles carefully before uncorking one of the light red ones. Before he could pick up the small pipette, there was an almost unearthly shriek that came from the top of the stairs. "(Y/n)!" Ranboo screamed, unintentionally startling Michael, but that wasn't his main concern as he sprinted out the door then teleporting up the stairs and pushing the bookshelf door with his sword drawn and gleaming with enchantments. In his peripheral vision, he saw Tubbo dash out of the kitchen with his axe drawn and bloodlust in his eyes. Glancing around, the only thing the two men spotted was moonlight and snow spilling through the open door. Tubbo ran out without a second thought and screamed your name at the top of his lungs as he spun around, searching for any sort of sign that would give away your location. Ranboo decided to start looking around the mansion, even though part of him grasped that you wouldn't have screamed without reason. "She's gone..." Tubbo whispered, standing in the doorway, the moonlight creating a dark shadow over his wide eyes. "Footprints are leading to and away from the house, but they disappear on the docks..." Ranboo stayed still, a violent growling noise bubbling up in his throat before escaping past his lips as both his eyes turned purple. He threw his head back and took a breath to scream all his anger out, but froze upon hearing sad whimpering. He turned his head and saw Michael standing at the top of the hidden stairs, whimpering and shaking quite violently. There was part of Ranboo that refused to move, but his brain seemed to flick onto autopilot as he walked over to the child and picked him up. "Sorry... Michael... Something happened..." "Mama?" "...Mama... Won't be home for a while..." "Wake up!" A voice growled before something sharply came in contact with your cheek, shaking you awake. Your eyes shot open and came into contact with... A smiley face? "Aha... Sleeping Beauty graces us with her gaze. It's about damn time." A harsh grip landed on your jaw, making you realize there was a dull throbbing pain in your head. "Huh... Dre... Dream..?" You whispered, barely recognizing the white mask that helped destroy your home and turn it into nothing but a crater. "W-What?" His mask was lifted up enough to the point where you could see his mouth curved up into a sadistic smile. "You, my darling pawn, are just the piece I needed to make life easier for me... I just need to raise the stakes enough for them to be... Well... Stakes. I'm sure you understand." You went to move your hand to slap the gloved hand away from your face, only to give a small whine of pain as you felt a tight pinching on your wrists, making you realize that they were shackled together and likely chained to a wall. "What are you talking about you psychop- Ah!" He tightened his grip on your face to the point where you knew there would eventually be dark bruising. "I don't think you're in a position to be calling the king any names, pawn." Screams and shrieks of pain bounced off of the blank stone walls as the two people standing outside of the door put their heads down with their eyes closed. "You still sure he's doing the right thing, George? Are you still sure... He's the good guy in this story?" "You know better than to question him, Nick." "Don't call me that."

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Dream using Nightmare. Life: 2/3 (Y/n) (L/n) suffocated while trying to fend off Dream. Life: 1/3

"He just took two of an innocent woman's three lives. Just to use her as a hostage to make Tubbo hand over the nukes and to force Ranboo to follow his orders... He's a stranger, George. This isn't Dream anymore... Don't be stupid." Sapnap lowered his right arm that he read the messages off of and looked in the direction of his former best friend. The screams of agony were almost haunting as they echoed through Snowchester as silence fell down upon the entire Dream SMP. Shock slipped through the veins of everyone who read the message that appeared on their right wrists. - "I'm gonna kill him..." "I'm going to activate the nukes..." - "Techno... What did you do." "I owed him a favour. What he does after that is none of my business." - "...Isn't that Tubbo and Ranboo's wife?" "Yeah... She was my friend..." - "Tubbo's definitely not happy about this..." - "Ah... Atta girl..." Dream murmured in a mock soothing voice as he gently dragged his knife threateningly along your cheek. "Y'know... You would look better... With a smile." He leaned closer to you, the drawn-on eyes of his mask staring into your dull and tear-filled eyes as a stinging pain came from the corner of your lips. "Sh, sh, Relax... They're just shallow cuts, they won't even leave a scar. I'm not a monster." Time had passed quickly, but also excruciatingly slowly. You had no clue how long you had been down here, or how long you had been dead in between respawns. Dream just didn't seem to be leaving you alone. "Now..." He flipped the switchblade closed and threw it in his pocket before tremours shook the earth below and around you. "What the fUCK?!" He growled deeply before the door slammed open. "How did they even find this place!?" The door was blown off its hinges with a loud bang, causing Dream to duck out of the way of the flying piece of scrap. Light flooded into the room as you shut your eyes tightly, your ears ringing from the explosion. Once your eyes got a little bit adjusted, you opened them and saw five figures in the newly widened doorway. "Let's just say... It was an anonymous tip." "Sapnap?! You dare betray me?!" The black-haired male fell silent as he turned around and walked out, putting his hand on the shoulder of the tallest silhouette in the doorway as he walked by. Once you got completely used to the new light, you began to recognize the figures. Tommy, Tubbo, Foolish, and Ranboo. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo immediately ran forward and started a barrage of attacks on the masked psychopath while Foolish ran over and began to work on the chains binding you to the chair. After getting them off of you, he silently picked you up as you turned your head to look at the blond, brunet and monochrome boys. Dream's mask got knocked off and was thrown across the room as he was pinned below a growling Ranboo, whose skin looked almost purely black from your angle. Tommy was off to the side, rummaging through Dream's equipment, he already got his revenge when Dream was put into prison, this was Ranboo and Tubbo's revenge now.

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Dream was slain by Ranboo and Tubbo using Ranord

There was a clattering noise before two sets of footsteps running in your direction. Slowly tilting your head in their direction, you saw Tubbo with dark bags under his eyes and Ranboo with plenty more scars on his cheeks from tears. You were pulled from Foolish's arms and brought down to sitting on Tubbo's and Ranboo's laps, their arms completely wrapped around you. The goat hybrid was nuzzled under your chin while the enderman's face was buried in your hair. "We should have come sooner..." "We shouldn't have even left you alone in the mansion..." "I'm sorry... I should have never left the manor..."

[itsclydebitches]

Its Own Reward

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Words: 2,098

Summary: If, at times of unseemly emotional vulnerability, Tech found himself longing for the one thing The Bad Batch didn’t have... well, that was between him and his overactive mind, thank you very much. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injury later on, but very minor

A clone's favorite game, in the whole wide galaxy, was Picture Your General. 

Picture your general in the heat of battle, lightsaber flashing, tearing through Separatist forces with the intensity of a Kaminoan storm. 

Picture you general in the aftermath, entering a meditative state, calming the battalion with their mind alone.

Picture your general giving an order and you, standing tall, accept it with pride. Picture yourself as their right-hand man. Their greatest asset. The tool that will win this war. 

Of course, at this stage one brother or another would point out the flaws in the fantasy. "Only a few of us will ever speak to them," they'd say. "You're not making Captain. Commander? Dream on. And watch the arrogance, vod. We're important, sure, but we're disposable too. No one is going to mourn us when we fall, certainly not a Jedi." 

From there they would either grow quiet in discomfort, or pummel the offender with whatever was in reach, depending on the makeup of the group. No matter the outcome though, the game would inevitably repeat just a few hours later, picked up by everyone from the youngest cadet, to soldiers a day from their first assignment. Every clone in existence wanted to picture their general; imagine up a person worthy of the Kaminoans' stories and, though shared with more reservations, imagine the place they'd find at their side. 

Every clone, that is, but Tech.

Well, he supposed Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair might be the same, but that was a hypothesis he hadn't tested yet. Out of everything Tech still needed to learn, that was rather low on his priority list. Meanwhile, spending time on a useless game was downright foolish. Oh, he had nothing against games on their own — they fostered a number of desirable outcomes, including, but far from limited to, a social comradery that would serve them well in battle — but this game, Picture Your General, had nothing to offer him. For the simple reason that Tech would never have one. 

It was a fact the Regs took great pleasure in pointing out. Frequently. 

"Ignore them," Crosshair said, stealing an extra ration off Tech's tray. History implied that he wasn't actually that hungry, merely interested in teasing Wrecker with the extra food. He'd pretend to save it for most of the night until, inevitably, handing it off as a grudging, midnight snack. Crosshair played with the food, but Tech knew his attention was on the rowdy group to their left. "They're not worth it." 

Given that it was just the two of them, Tech allowed himself a scowl, snatching the ration back. He had nothing against Wrecker receiving additional food, especially given his fast metabolism, but it was the principal of the thing. This was his. "Says the man who instigated four altercations this week." 

"I like riling them up." The food moved back to Crosshair's side of the table. "You don't." 

"You're mistaken. I take great pleasure in correcting our less cordial brothers. Though their initial claim is sound, the reasons for why we will not be assigned a Jedi are erroneous in the extreme." 

"You mean that we're useless, unwanted defects who don't deserve to lick a Jedi's boots?" 

"While I wouldn't have phrased it quite like that... yes. It's factually incorrect." 

"Hmm. Your face doesn't say 'factually incorrect.'" 

"That's because you're stealing my food!" 

"You're mistaken," Crosshair mimicked, this time stuffing the ration deep into his pocket where Tech didn't have a hope of reclaiming it. "Ignore them." 

Tech rarely denied himself the chance to speak at length on any topic he pleased, but this time he bit down on the retort that he literally could not. The Kaminoans had ensured that he picked up and payed attention to everything around him, even what he didn't want to hear. 

Still, clones were nothing if not adaptable and very little in this galaxy was black and white. The very thing Tech craved was also evidence of his greatest joy: the rest of his squad. They weren't made for a Jedi, they were made for each other. The Regs might have seen that as another defect, but Tech understood the inevitability of balance. If he wanted something as remarkable as his team, he had to give up something else in turn. 

Like the knowledge that someone else, anyone else, was fighting for them. To the Kaminoans they were property. Expensive and prized property, no doubt, but even the most beautiful tool would be discarded in time. To the other clones they were outsiders, a blight on everything else they took pride in. And to the Jedi they were... non-existent. Or near enough, Tech supposed. When called to assist a battalion they usually did so on the outskirts, getting into the enemy territory their brothers couldn't negotiate, leaving for the next suicide mission by the time they'd caught up. It resulted in a reputation that was, ironically, quite uniform, given their otherwise individualistic looks and personalities. The Bad Batch was a team of four who did what other clones couldn't. That's all the Jedi needed to know; presumably wanted to know. And Tech could hardly fault them for that when in the midst of a war. Like him, they had much more important matters to occupy their thoughts. 

That naïve indifference — an inability to be seen — might have been bearable if Tech hadn't accumulated such a clear picture of them. Oh yes, much of it came down to his academic nature, scrolling through datapads in the dead of night, soaking up information about anything, but especially that which was so crucial to the war... but there were stories too. The GAR was full of them. Whereas cadets played Picture Your General, soldiers spoke of the real thing, at times even more fantastical than their imaginings. Whispers spread through the ranks of Master Obi-Wan's compassion, claims that he fought for clones on and off the battlefield, giving as much respect as he demanded in turn. His former Padawan was, they said, as much a vod as any of them, prone to establishing an equality based on practical jokes and near-death situations — the kind of insanity clones were genetically predisposed to enjoy. There was talk that Unduli welcomed every soldier into her ranks with a Mirialan ritual, that Windu was fighting for clone rights in the Senate, even jokes that Plo Kloon had millions of adoption papers ready and waiting for the war's end... utter nonsense that last bit, of course. Yet every time Tech scoffed at a Reg's unseemly devotion, an awful little voice in the back of his head pointed out that the jokes had to stem from something. One did not craft rumors about a Jedi's kindness unless they had done quite a bit to establish it in the first place. 

Tech didn't need kindness, only assurances. Bonds with the Jedi provided his brothers with a connection outside of the Kaminoans. They were building a network, however small, for the day this war ended. The Jedi Council would fight for the clones, Tech was sure of that... but would they fight for a shadowy, defective squad they knew little about? Their place in this galaxy began with each other and ended with the occasional, dubious acquaintance of Hunter’s. That was not enough to survive on and Tech cared only about such practical matters. 

At least, that’s what he told himself for a time, but it wasn’t in Tech’s nature to dismiss facts. Like how once Master Shaak Ti had laid a hand on his arm after training, bestowing a smile and words of praise that Tech later kicked himself for missing, too busy being disgustingly flummoxed by the attention. That warmth, gifted three different ways, stayed with him long after they'd left their simulations behind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rationalize it away as planning for the future.

Tech wanted a Jedi of his own. He simply... wanted.

In time those feelings didn't abate, but they were buried under an avalanche of new ones which, from a technical standpoint, he supposed amounted to much the same. After Kaller, Tech had lost his purpose in serving the Republic. Worse, he'd lost a member of his squad, even if he eventually got him back. Crosshair's presence now could no more lessen his past absence than food in one's hand could feed a starving man from yesterday. Tech's home was gone. The familiarity of his brothers' faces, even those twisted with cruelty, was something he craved. Everything from the rooms they'd once slept in to the smell of sterilized halls— all absent. So if Tech sometimes stared out at the stars and felt horrifyingly incomplete, who was he to say what that stemmed from? There were too many possibilities. The data was corrupted beyond repair and trying to divide what he'd lost from what the Kaminoans had denied him was an entirely useless endeavor. An experiment not worth his time. 

Still, Tech was made of curiosity. His mind was always on the lookout for patterns and new information, whether he wanted it to be or not. In truth though, he figured that Omega's near death was an experience that would have stood out to anyone, genius not required. 

Her screams were quite the conductor for one's focus. 

"Shoot it! Shoot it!" 

The order was for Crosshair, but Hunter couldn't see that he'd been knocked out by the krykna's last attack, one spindly leg the size of a cruiser slamming into his side. Hunter himself was trapped, hands scrambling to free his leg from the cave's crevice even as he yelled. Tech noted, in the dim way his mind noticed most things during a crisis, that he was now using his knife for leverage, cutting into his calf in the process, uncaring. Meanwhile, Wrecker was overwhelmed by the krykna's cluster, something about his size and boisterous nature attracting them like... well. Like kryknas to a clone. Echo was trying to help, but the planet's magnetic field had been messing with his prosthetics ever since they'd landed. Tech saw them both disappear under a small mountain of the creatures, yelling Omega's name all the while. 

And Tech... he was running. Yes. He realized that now, legs pounding across the ground, heedless of the numerous arachnid bodies that crunched beneath his boots. He couldn't say that his attention was solely on Omega, her face now just inches from the krykna's pincers. It never was. Tech couldn't help but catalogue a hundred other observations as she neared death's door, most of them quite distressing. Like the difference in height between him and his brothers. Or his abysmal scores in sprinting back on Kamino. Omega was at least five meters away whereas the krykna, most assuredly, was not. 

I'm going to lose another one, Tech thought as his next laborious pant turned into a sob. Probability proves it. 

Thank the Maker his calculations were incomplete. 

Later, the five of them would describe the sensation as akin to static electricity. Even Crosshair, unconscious, would say that he'd felt something passing along his skin, heedless of armor and all the more disconcerting for being... impossible. An impossible memory. Only Tech and Hunter saw it though, the moment when the krykna rose off the ground and flew, all five tons of it, slamming into the opposite wall where its skull caved in like an over-ripe fruit. 

Omega sat with her little hand outstretched, looking just as dumbfounded as her brothers. When he finally reached her, Tech found evidence of the krykna's teeth on either side of her neck. They'd only just punctured the skin. 

A moment of certain death, averted through instinct. Destiny? Perhaps some combination of the two. 

"It's okay. You're okay. Omega, please breathe for me." 

Tech was blessed — sometimes cursed — with an extraordinary memory, the ability to recall not just books' worth of information, but images in perfect clarity too. Superimposed over a sobbing Omega was a cadet from his youth. No one important. No one whose name Tech had bothered to learn, uninterested in remembering it against his will. But the boy's words had already been spoken. 

"Kriff, maybe we're wrong, vod! Maybe the defect will get a Jedi. After all, don't they say the Force works in mysterious ways?" 

An insult, a taunt, and now perhaps a speck of wisdom that Tech should have heeded. He pulled Omega into his arms, one gloved hand sinking into her curls, the other wrapping tight around her waist. He'd performed this gesture a hundred times before, but this time it felt like something slotted into place. 

"There you are," Tech whispered and for now, he'd pretend that this was nothing more than a reassurance. 

[cyberlife-android-facts]

1.2: Damage

Damage can happen to any android. YK models tend to see more damage than adults but the damage they face is typically minor. Android children, like any child, like to run around and play. They jump and climb. Because of this roughhousing and active play a few scrapes, cuts, and bumps are to be expected. This section covers the types of injuries a YK model might experience, causes, and severity.

Scrapes:

Various nicks to the artificial skin or grooves in the plastic frame are not uncommon. The more active the child the more scrapes their frames will receive. Thankfully these small nicks, cuts, and abrasions are not serious in any way. This minor damage does not need repairs from a technician. After sensors recalibrate, which they do on their own, the skin will 'heal' and no signs of the scrape will remain. 

The main concern when it comes to scrapes is the child's reactions. The child might become upset and need comforting but any discomfort should be mild if any and will quickly pass.

Patchy Skin:

Sometimes when a child unit falls hard on their knees, bangs an elbow, or applies forces to an area of skin the sensors that allow the skin to be retracted get overloaded causing a small area of skin to fade away and leave a patchy look.

    This will typically correct on its own usually within a few minutes to a few hours. As long as there are no further impacts, the sensors will eventually recalibrate and allow the skin to regenerate.

    If there is no further impact but the issue hasn't been resolved after a few hours there might be other errors at play and a diagnostic scan or exam from a technician might be needed.

Scratches:

Scratches are a mild type of damage that afflicts the artificial skin. The physical make up of certain parts of the artificial skin allows for nicks and scratches to happen to it. This will resolve itself quickly enough and it should not be of much concern. An android child might not even notice there's a scratch on their skin.

Cuts:

    This is more common for child androids than adults. Cuts are a type of minor damage, something slightly more serious than scrapes and scratches. These usually make the artificial skin retract in a larger area rather than cause a small imperfection to the surface of the skin. 

It should repair itself with time from a few minutes to a few weeks but if it doesn't heal on its own within an acceptable time frame the child will need to be seen by a technician. It will need to be repaired by a technician and a diagnostic will need to be performed. If the skin doesn't regenerate on its own there is another error at play. 

Bruises:

    While a common and typically minor injury in humans, bruising for androids is a different type of injury. Due to the nature of an android's skin, frame and overall makeup bleeding under the skin is not common, although it is possible. When an android has their frame cracked, but the skin does not retract Thirium will leak out and collects under the artificial skin.

This is a situation that needs to be repaired by a technician as it will not be healed on its own. The artificial skin needs to be retracted and the leak stopped with the lost Thirium replenished.

Gashes:

Gashes are serious injuries. They can affect all androids but are more common with adults than YK models. Still, it's important to know how to handle this kind of damage. 

They happen when a strong force or a sharp object is applied to an android's frame. The artificial skin is either cut or retracted and unable to regenerate. Thirium loss is to be expected. How heavy the bleeding is would depend on the location and size of the gash.

A technician is needed to close the damaged area. In a case of heavy Thirium loss, a gash is an emergency situation especially in YKs that are smaller with less blue blood.

Dents:

Dents are not anything to worry about. They are fairly common in rough play and other activities. They are usually minor and are a cosmetic issue only. Although sometimes there could be heavy denting over vital biocomponents which is a dangerous situation. 

Mostly they are indents to the plastimetal frame which causes dips and divets in the structure of the forearms, head, and torso. They will need to be repaired by a technician but do not cause pain or struggle to the child. There is no Thirium loss but the artificial skin might glitch or retract around the affected area.

The thing of concern with dents is minor discomfort in the area, especially with applied pressure. The child might feel emotionally distraught with feelings of self-consciousness, worry, or embarrassment but overall they are physically fine.

Crushed Digits:

For androids with heightened sensors and the ability to feel 'pain', which many YKs can, a crushed finger is a very unpleasant and even painful type of damage. When any part of the frame is crushed the injured android must be taken to a technician for repairs immediately as it could be an emergency situation.

The damage is particularly dangerous because it could cause Thirium flow to be cut off to other parts of the body, Thirium could be outwardly lost through the damaged area, Thirium could pool in unintended areas, and there could be a significant loss of power to the area.

More often the damaged area will need to be fully replaced as the damage is too heavy to be repaired. If properly tended to, and in a timely manner a crushed digit or other part is a dangerous but survivable incident.

Joint Dislocation:

The joints of androids are connection points holding components together. They can be safely removed by a technician as needed for repairs, replacements, cleanings, and other reasons.

But if removed incorrectly or with force it can cause bleeding and damage. Most commonly when force is applied suddenly the joint will dislocate but the biocomponent won't be removed. The joint might be able to be replaced by the android or someone else but sometimes it will need to be fixed by a technician.

Dislocations often happen to YK due to playground falls and other rough plays and accidents. It's not typically a dangerous type of damage but it might be painful to androids who have sensitive sensors.

Limb Separation:

Like with joints, limbs are built to be removable for various maintenance and upgrade purposes. If done correctly no damage is done, but if done incorrectly like in an accident that suddenly pulls an arm at an angle damage could be done.

Unlike joint dislocations, full limb separations could be a painful and dangerous incident. If incorrectly and forcefully removed a limb can be severely damaged and will be followed with a high risk of Thirium loss. It is likely that the bleeding will be heavy. For androids that can feel discomfort and pain, like many children models, an incorrect and accidental limb separation can be extremely painful that might affect their other systems from shock.

A separated limb is an emergency situation, but can easily be fixed or replaced in a technician's office within a few hours and a few more hours at home to allow for recalibration. 

Loose Teeth:

Most YK units are programmed and designed to lose baby teeth similar to human children to better simulate childhood. Therefore loose teeth are typically not a cause for concern unless the tooth in question is a permanent tooth.

Loose teeth are not painful although they might be uncomfortable. If pulled out they might bleed slightly but there should not be a concerning amount of Thirium loss. If there is heavy bleeding, pain or a permanent tooth is loose or removed an android child should be taken to a technician for repairs.

Broken Teeth:

Sometimes while kids are roughhousing their mouths might be hit hard causing an injury to that area. Android children are no different. When accidents happen YKs might receive damage that breaks their teeth or removes a tooth entirely.

Broken or removed teeth is often a very bloody injury. This type of damage will see Thirium loss that will need to be stopped by a technician before the injury can be fixed. The bleeding can be managed with gauze but the only way to stop it is with the aid of a professional.

Due to the location and nature of sensors that allow androids to feel pressure and sense touches to the skin, their mouths aren't part of the system. This means mouth injuries are not painful to those that can feel pain elsewhere.

This needs to be repaired by a technician. Often times the tooth will need to be replaced completely with a new tooth. Thirium leakage will have to be fixed by a technician then the tooth will be replaced. Due to the heavy bleeding blue blood will need to be replenished.

A broken tooth is not generally a serious injury even if it seems so with the Thirium loss. However, it is an urgent matter. As long as Technician aid is given in a timely manner an android will be fine.

Busted Lip:

    Busted lips happen when a hard sudden force is applied against an android's mouth. This could happen with accidents such as falls, when the face is smacked against something, or car accidents. Among other reasons.

    It is the outer skin covering the form of the lip that is damaged, causing bleeding. This bleeding is typically minor and painless. The skin usually recalibrates itself in time and therefore the injury will usually heal itself. Some cotton, tissues, or gauze can be used to help clean up the bleeding until the area recalibrates.

    If the bleeding does not stop on its own and or the skin does not regenerate a technician should be consulted.

Frame Cracks:

    Android frames are made of strong and sturdy plastics and some areas are reinforced with metals or have soft silicones attached. This makes cracking their frame extremely difficult. Unfortunately, it is not impossible. 

When sudden harsh forces are applied, or if parts are manipulated at angles beyond what they were designed for the frame of an android can become misshapen with dents, break or crack. Some examples of how this could happen are car accidents, a bad fall off of play equipment, or bicycle accidents. But there are many situations where cracks could occur.

The severity of this kind of damage depends on the location of the cracks, how many cracks formed, how they were formed, and how deep the damage goes. If the crack is deep, along the location of a major biocomponent, bleeding, caused by other damage, or numerous impacts, a technician will need to be consulted. Although even the most minor of cracks will often need to be repaired by a technician as cracks cannot be 'healed' on their own as skin damage can.

If the child isn't in any pain and not losing any Thirium then the injury is not serious, it is an urgent injury but the damage will not put the child at risk. They will need repairs but will recover.

But if there is any blue blood loss, loss of any function, pain, or visible wires then it is a serious injury. In these cases, the damage needs to be fixed as soon as possible and the crack is considered to be an emergency situation.

Broken Limbs:

    Like many types of damage, when extreme force is applied or a poor angle is forced onto the area limbs may become deformed, dislocate or break. Limbs may be considered broken when the limb is visibly fractured in some way or when the internal mechanics and wires are dislocated, severed, or broken in some way. 

Broken limbs often fall in the same category as a fractured or cracked frame when the damage is external but will be its own concern if the damage is internal.

    The severity of the damage depends on the location of the break and the type of break. It will also depend on the symptoms the child is experiencing. There might be pain, bleeding, paralysis, sparks, or weakness. 

If there is heavy bleeding, speaking from wires, or the child is in 'pain' that can't be remedied at home it should be considered an emergency situation. Otherwise, it is an urgent issue but not something of over-concern.

    The child should be taken to a technician as soon as possible for repairs. Typically the limb will not need to be replaced but the android will need to be put into stasis for the appropriate repairs to take place, especially if the damage is internal. Any loss Thirium will be replaced via IV rather than orally, often directly into the damaged tubing that has been mended.

Cracked Thirium Pump Regulator:

    It is not all that common due to its location and reinforced design but the Thirium Pump Regulator can become damaged or misaligned when strong force is applied to the abdomen, the regulator is forcibly removed and replaced, or if the regulator is incorrectly placed.

    Because the regulator controls the heartbeat it is a very serious situation when it becomes damaged as it can stutter or fail in some way leading to the Thirium Pump ceasing function. Without the regulator, the heart stops beating and circulating blood.

    Technical support should be sought immediately as any issues with the regulator or pump itself can potentially be life-threatening. Depending on the severity of the damage both biocomponents might need to be replaced which an external machine helps circulate blue blood. 

Even minor damage to the regulator will require an emergency stasis to allow the technician to work on the internal workings of the android without them moving around. It will also ease the child to be in this deep sleep as they won't know what is going on while they are undergoing extensive maintenance.

Whenever there is extensive maintenance to vital biocomponents, such as the pump and regulator, an android will need time for its system to recalibrate. In YKs the child will take time to wake up from their emergency stasis and will be slow and groggy until their systems get used to the changes. This process usually takes a few hours.

Burns:

    A fairly common type of damage. The severity depends on several factors such as the intensity of the heat, the location, how long the heat was applied, and the damage itself. The most common burn is to hands and fingers from the child accidentally touching hot surfaces such as a stove top or oven.

    There are three degrees of burns, much like the classifications used for human injuries. The first degree is the least severe and the third degree is the most severe. With minor burns in the first degree, technical aid and maintenance might not even be needed. But the worse burns will need heavy repairs.

With first-degree burns, the artificial skin might become blistered or retract on its own but the plastic frame under is unaffected. Typically this kind of burn will be worked out on its own. The skin will retract and reform properly intake in time. Usually in a range of a few minutes to two hours, the skin will regenerate. It might be slightly uncomfortable at the time of contact with the heat, but it is not generally a painful type of damage.

With second-degree burns, the damage affects the artificial skin more and the frame will start to be overheated and possibly deformed. There is no deep or internal damage. The skin will not reform on its own, leaving a blank area over the damaged frame. The frame will need to be repaired or replaced by a technician. It could potentially be painful to those with strong sensors.

Lastly, in the third degree, the frame is heavily damaged with heavy melting and open holes in the frame. The interior might be damaged as well with melted, burnt, and damaged wires or tubes. If tubes are damages there might be Thirium loss. This is a serious type of damage. It is an emergency and will need immediate technical aid and initiation of a stasis mode for repairs to be made.

Shocks:

Various electrical shocks are a danger to humans and androids alike. For the most part, androids are very sturdy however, if certain locations or biocomponents are hit, the shock and the electrical current is strong, or if exposed wires are touched by the electricity a shock could cause serious harm.

If the child has tingling, minor pain that goes away, wasn't hit with a strong current over the chest or head, or doesn't seem to have any damage or symptoms and are able to walk away from the incident then there was likely little to no damage. They should be fine without technical assistance or maintenance.

If there is loss of consciousness, burns, loss of sensation, visible damage to the chest or pump regulator, erratic heartbeat, low Thirium pressure, overheating, chest pain, head pain, or long-lasting pain anywhere the android should be taken to a technical facility immediately as there is a potential serious emergency going on that needs tending to from a technician.

Impact:

    This kind of damage isn't damage on its own but rather a category of various types of damage. It can be a part of several other kinds of damage or be a result of it. For example cracks and breaks could be the result of sudden force and therefore would be a type of impact damage.

Pulled Wires:

Wires are generally safely tucked away under framing and secured together but they can easily get pulled or displaced when a child rough houses such as with play wrestling or jumping off of things.

The effects of a pulled wire will depend on the wire but for the most part, it is not serious and might even be able to be fixed at home, although it is highly recommended that a technician be consulted. A technician can safely place the wires back where it belongs or diagnose if there's a larger issue at play and fix those issues as well.

Sometimes the wire or wires will need to be reworked or replaced entirely but the procedure is quick and can be done without the android going into a stasis mode.

Twisted Wires:

Just as common as pulled wires are twisted wires. If the casing gets jostled and pulled too much, especially if it's in the wrong direction. The android might experience glitches, loss of power in the region, and pain.

Thankfully it is an easy fix. A technician opens the panel to the area, disconnects the twisted and displaced wires, and then places them back in their proper location.

Cut Wires:

It is hard for wires to be cut unless intentional or other events are at play. Wires can only get cut or sliced when the wires are exposed in some way such are when a panel is open, removed, or damaged.

When wires get cut there are several things that could happen including: glitches, errors, pain, loss of power, loss of function, loss of consciousness, loss of Thirium, or temporary shutdown. It depends on where the wires are located and what functions they serve.

If a wire is visibly cut or you suspect any kind of internal damage to wires or otherwise the child should be taken to a technician immediately.

Loose Wires:

    Loose wires are the most common type of wire damage. Over time wires can become loose as they are shaken, bumped, and just through common use. These are usually caught before any ill effects or glitches can occur. They are often found and tightened during annual maintenance checkups

They just need to be tightened or moved properly in place during a quick maintenance procedure. 

Severed Tubes:

    Tubes serve a similar function to what veins and arteries do in humans. Carrying blood around. Because of this when tubes are damaged it could be serious. When tubes are severed they are completely compromised and the bleeding will lead to shut down if not fixed.

    It is an emergency and a child should be taken to a technician immediately. The damage could be repaired and the android saved if the tubes and Thirium are replaced in a timely manner.

Sliced Lines:

    Not as serious as severed lines as the connection is still present and the bleeding is often not as serve sliced lines are still an emergency that needs a technician to repair.

Stuck Panels:

    An uncomfortable incontinence. Panels are slide able or removable areas of framing used to access the internal workings of an android. A stuck panel is when one of those panels is unable to be moved for one reason or another. Maybe the area was dented or damaged in some way, or something made the latch or slides jammed up.

    With some time and patience, these can be resolved, possibly even at home. Although it is recommended that a technician be seen to make sure no underline damage has been done.

Concussion:

    Concussions in androids are different than with humans but head injures are still serious nonetheless. A concussion is a brain injury and in androids it is damage to the processor.

    As almost all functions are controlled through the 'brain' of the android, damage to it can cause significant issues and even result in shut down. Primarily concussions are caused by a sudden blow to the head.     If there is physical damage, parts will need to be repaired. With most damaged biocomponents if things need to be replaced, it is easy to swap parts out. However, when it comes to deviancy, emotions, and memories the android's brain isn't as easy to work on as other biocomponents. Things need to be carefully worked around and planned out.

    If there is no physical damage, there will likely be no need for repairs. The android will just need some time to recalibrate their systems as the impact could have confused various sensors or internal gyroscopes.

    Whether there is visible damage or not, and no matter the outcome of self-diagnostics an android who received any hits to the head should be taken to a technician for evaluation.

Sprains:

    When the artificial muscles the reside on the external side of an android, are over extended or pull in an poor direction they can be considered sprained. Although unlike humans who often just need time and rest to heal, androids need maintenance to repair the pulled areas.

Strains:

    Strains are when a part or biocomponent is overused and pushed too hard. It starts to get strained and from there it can become damaged. Sometimes the damage builds up over time as more straining happens.

This can happen with any biocomponent and other parts such as with the muscles of the android or the tubing.

These can be prevented with breaks, proper maintenance, and routine maintenance and repairs. Any damage is generally minor unless completely overworked time and time again. This damage can be repaired by a technician.

Optical issues:

    Android vision is a complicated system of camera, sensors, wires and biocomponents. When you get any complexity there runs a chance of errors. There are various errors an android might encounter for a multitude of reasons. Damage, viruses, lack of maintenance, etc.

There might be blurred vision, loss of vision, and even lag. If your YK experiences any of these or other vision issues it is important to take them to a technician for a check up and maintenance.

Some issues can be resolved with software updates or with other checks and diagnostics. Other times, especially if there was damage, there will be a need for repairs, possibly even having to swap out the eye biocomponent altogether.

Audio issues:

    Many androids experience hearing issues over time, especially older models. Audio wires are easy to loosen up, break, twist or become misplaced causing loss of hearing or crackling. 

Injures can make these exacerbated. Sometimes the biocomponents will need to be replaced. The biocomponents responsible for audio are not the ears, those are just for aesthetic purposes. The real audio receptors sit behind the ear.

 If your YK experiences any hearing issues it is important to take them to a technician for a check up and maintenance.

Vocal issues:

    One of the most common glitches are vocal issues. It is common for the biocomponents that allow for speech to become damaged or to wear out. Any damage or impacts to the throat could cause an error.

In general these can easily be prevented, diagnosed or repaired. A technician can usually find any potential issues before they arise during maintenance check ups.

Other:

There is a large variety of damage an android could experience. Many of them are caused by normal childhood play and aren't serious but there are several potential life-threatening injures an android could experience through accidents or other situations. But, much like humans, if you keep an eye out for potential problems, seek medical/technical attention when the need arises, and follow the best safety practices where you can, a YK will live a healthy life even with the occasional injury, bumps, or scrapes along the way.

[spencers-renaissance]

🧁Gen Masterlist

GIF by @criminalmindsvibez

🌊Pull Me Out of the Glowing Stream

Spencer develops bacterial meningitis and Hotch sort of forgets how to breathe.

3.8k, paternal!hotch, hurt/comfort, sickness, whump, fluff, happy ending

🏠I found my way home

After Spencer tells Hotch about his recent autism diagnosis, he expects that to be the end of it. Somehow, though, it keeps coming up, and Hotch keeps proving himself to be the best father figure he could have asked for.

4.1k, autistic spencer, protective hotch, hurt/comfort, fluff, paternal hotch, team as family

🍇The Colour of Waiting is Purple - Part 1/3 in the Colours Series

Spencer's just trying to get home as quickly as possible when a bad decision to take a shortcut down a back alley leaves him broken and bleeding into the night. // Hotch thinks it's a new case when his phone rings at 3 in the morning. It isn't.

3.7k, whump, hurt/comfort, physical assault, major character injury, hospitals, dad hotch, hurt spencer, angst with a happy ending, eventual fluff

🌙The Colour of Healing is Yellow - Part 2/3 in the Colours Series

After a violent assault, Spencer's stuck in a hospital bed, and Hotch is stuck watching him suffer, powerless to change what's passed, desperate to change Spencer's future. // This fic follows the police visiting Spencer, his fear in the aftermath of his assault, Penelope being the best friend ever, and the eventual end to his hospital stay.

3.6k, hurt/comfort, hurt!spencer, whump, dad!hotch, recovery, penelope being the best, major character injury, angst with a happy ending, fluff

🍓The Colour of Hope is Red - Part 3/3 in the Colours Series

Five Times Spencer Panics Around the Team & One Time He Finally Relaxes

or; Spencer's recovery from his physical assault, told through stories of interactions with his family. Can be read as a stand-alone (recap in ao3 notes).

8.4k, hurt/comfort, whump, recovery, team as family, angst w a happy ending, nightmares, panic attacks, platonic cuddling, fluff

🍝Hunger

Spencer really likes his new coworkers: they're nice, welcoming, friendly, and made his transition to the BAU as easy as possible. Which makes it impossible for him to turn down an invitation to eat dinner with them at an upscale fancy restaurant, no matter how anxious that makes a boy who grew up with next to nothing feel.

3k, insecurity, anxiety, allusions to poverty, hurt/comfort, team as family, angst with a happy ending, fluff, background jelle

☁️tell me how to balance my coins

When Spencer falls down the stairs one morning he decides not to tell anyone, his insecurities about not being enough winning out. Too bad insecurities don't matter when they end up trekking through miles of barren land on a search and rescue mission, and his injuries finally become too much. The team knows exactly how to make it better.

3.2k, hurt!spencer, whump, hurt/comfort, hiding medical issues, insecurity, angst with a happy ending, fluff, team as family, self-esteem issues

🤴🏻you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy

Spencer’s gay. He joins the BAU and befriends the team, but it is 2003. It’s a secret he has to keep. He just didn’t expect it to be this hard.

6k, gay!spencer, coming out, hurt/comfort, insecure!spencer, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, dad hotch, protective!hotch, protective!derek, childhood trauma

✨what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? part two to above fic

A good few months after coming out to the team, Spencer decides it's time to share the other part of himself he's kept hidden: his wide array of makeup, skirts, and platform heels. Derek and Penelope are there to help him through the nerves.

2.2k, crossdressing, team as family, anxiety, friendship, dancing, night out, dad hotch, fluff, humour, gay!spencer

❤️‍🩹a touch that never hurts

A rewrite of the Tobias Hankel aftermath, in which Spencer gets plenty of cuddles and physical affection from his father figure.

1.7k, aftermath of torture, hurt spencer, hurt/comfort, protective hotch, dad hotch, platonic cuddling, fluff, whump, angst

🥊I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly

After Spencer fails his firearm recertification, the FBI believes some hand-to-hand combat and self-defence training is in order, and who better to administer it than the BAU's very own, Derek Morgan? Everything goes swimmingly until Derek decides to simulate an attack from above, and Spencer's thrust into the throes of a horrific flashback.

4.3k, hurt/comfort, past abuse, platonic cuddling, angst with a happy ending, friendship or pre-slash, crying, flashbacks