#medical entomology

[aardvaark]

every time brennan says psychology is a "soft science" i’m like. bestie. beloved. i’m so sorry but i have to tell you something about anthropology

[apollyonp03]

Hello, I'm new to this.

Brief introduction:

Name: Apollyon

Age: 19

Pronouns: they/them

Main topic of this blog: Science(medical studies). But specifically cardiology/phlebotomy.

In depth introduction:

Hi, how're you all doing today? I'm Apollyon, and I really enjoy talking about science. I'm in medical school, and I start my internship next Tuesday (3/14/2023). I'm very excited to start that, I'll be working at a cardiologists office. Which just so happens to be one of my favorite body systems! I absolutely love talking/rambling about all of the different body systems, but I also enjoy talking about Botany & Entomology just as much! So, those two things are mainly what my blog will be about I guess! I hope that you have a wonderful day, and stay safe!!

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Modern!AU, Pseudo-Incest, hightowgaryen reader, stepdad Criston, sexual tension, infidelity, family holiday shenanigans, Daeron erasure? Not in my house, age gap undisclosed but she’s above 18, pnv!sex, ye olde $qu1rt, the father who stepped up amirite, Aegon Is Tired, daddy kink, happy holidays!

A/N: totally didn’t beta but just went back over to fix some things

The addition of Criston to your household wasn’t necessarily a big change. He’d always been around, a family friend, dutiful guard, more of a father since your own was sickly and preferred his first child and her offspring. The man was there for most of the hardest moments of life, him and grandpa stepping in. He handled the boys, Otto a doting grandparent for you and Helaena. Alicent always just tried her best, neurotic as she may be.

They were married by the time you and two of your siblings had moved out. Aegon had been back home, fresh outta treatment and raw. Daeron was a junior in highschool. It seemed to be a marriage of convenience after your father died. Someone to support and guide the boys with fatherly love, keep things in array.

The wedding was quick and short, no hub-bub, no Rhaenyra or her family. A sharp snub but…what was new?

You hadn’t been home since he moved in. The ancestral home was monstrous, you wouldn’t have to see anyone if you so desired. But holidays were here and your finals were over. A long flight from your study abroad program in Yi-Ti’s capital would be rather horrid. While you centered on foreign affairs, Helaena was studying entomology and Aemond soon to be a forensic medical examiner.

There was always pressure to be the best— Aegon cracked wide open his freshman year. The rest of you had your own little chips and hairline fractures. Maybe not Daeron, the cheerful fellow. He was rapidly advancing to be on a professional football team at the mere age of 17.

You didn’t expect what it would be like at home for the Feast Day of the Father. Supposedly a cheery time, all the servants decorating the manor with garlands and shiny lights, a large ironwood in the foyer. Blue winter roses bloomed and bowls of smokeberry sat around. You couldn’t make it for the Harvest Festival as Yi-Ti didn’t celebrate that, luckily you were now on a school break. The memories of the past Feast Day were more unpleasant than anything.

Criston was to pick you up from the Airport outside of King’s Landing. You felt strange. He was a bit distant with you. Helaena too, but Aemond and Otto seemed to be the only ones she would open up with. Sometimes with you, mainly about her bugs.

You’d always held a childish affection for Criston. A shiver of embarrassment and goosebumps erupted on your arms at a memory. You were young, thirteen maybe? You’d gotten your period and the beginning of breasts. It was the Maiden’s day and you wore the prettiest white dress, hair and makeup done. Batting your eyes and blushing when Cole complimented, “A proper young lady, you look beautiful.”

You seethed with jealousy the rest of the evening, the Dornishman surrounded by maidens, holding young Daeron in his lap. Sharing a dance with Alicent and little Baela. Until a shadow loomed and his lips curled as he asked gently, “C’mon princess, you get a dance too.” You laid your head against his chest, pretending the dear family friend was your boyfriend.

Then it was over and that was that. Criston distanced himself further. Thinking about how you pressed yourself to his bigger body made you pinch the bridge of your nose. Now he was married to your mother. Hopefully Cole didn’t remember. Aegon sure had a field day, the prat.

You nodded off for the long flight, stopping over in Tyrosh before the arrival in King’s Landing. The familiar city line and bay gave a sense of nostalgia. The Red Keep no longer belonged to any royals so the Targaryen’s relocated to Summerhall and Dragonstone. Summerhall being Alicent’s home, while your half-sister lived on Dragonstone.

Jet lag was already setting in. Yi-Ti was many time zones ahead of Westeros. Grabbing your carry-on and other trunk of clothes and gifts you went to the usual terminal. As you hunched standing around others, shivering in the chilly air, a sleek SUV pulled up.

Just in time, some royal fanatics were beginning to notice a Princess in the midst. Criston ushered you into the car, quickly packing away the bags. Once climbing into the automobile he hummed, “Pack rocks in there? Good to see you princess, you look well.”

“Yi-Ti has wondrous gifts, I figured I would get some for the family. How’s Aegon?” The gold band around his left hand shone against the street lights. Criston’s mouth twitched, thinking over his words. He deadpanned, “Slow. He goes to meetings and such but is not having a good time at home. Alicent won’t let him back to school until he gets a year of sobriety. He’s working.”

You snorted, “Aegon, working? Wow.”

Criston rolled his eyes, offering a lopsided smirk. Your stomach fluttered a bit. He drummed on the steering wheel, questioning, “How is it out in Yin?” The fact he even knew the capital made you smile. You couldn’t help but gush, “Oh if I didn’t study the customs before I would’ve been laughed out. They’re a very complex society. I’m now fluent since living there. Very kind people, although a bit stingy.”

Criston let you babble about your foreign excursion, occasionally asking a question. He’d always been recognized as a good listener. Somewhere in your detailing of the history and the issues with Leng— sleep came back. Summerhall wasn’t a short distance.

The vague memory of being carried and shushed by pretty lips and a low timbre accompanied your strange dreams. You’d slumber deeply for the rest of the night.

Apparently morning too, jerking up at 2PM to speed shower off the airport grime and make yourself presentable for the family. Hustling down the stairs the smell of something cooking hit your senses— you didn’t realize how hungry you were.

Daeron was hovering in the kitchen while Criston cooked up some sort of stir fry, looking domestically lovely. Seven above, you needed to stop. Daeron did a double take and hugged you with a cheer, lanky arms holding suprising strength.

“Sister! I’m so glad you could make it, about damn time!” You hugged the baby of the family tightly, chuckling, “You try living across the world, jeez let me down! Daeron! I swear you grow a foot every time I see you.” Criston peered back to smile before returning to the task at hand.

You eyed your baby brother, chiding, “Looking ever the athlete. What are they pumping you with? HGH?”

He scoffed and flexed his legs, “No, simply protein shakes and plenty of exercise. Braavos FC is showing interest but mother wants me to go to school.”

“Do what you want Dare, not like everyone gets the chance to go professional,” you looked around, ”where is everyone by the way?”

Criston interrupted, “Aegon will roust eventually, your mother is working, Aemond in the library, and I think Hel is in the gardens with Otto. They’ll come around, I’m almost done- why don’t you two sit down I’ll fix some plates.”

The pair of you shrugged and did so, chattering about this and that. Aegon shuffled in, looking much healthier, but hair a mess and his clothes ill-fitting. He grumbled, pulling down a tight jumper, “I know I’m fat- piss off sis.”

“Well hello to you too big brother,” you laughed.

He huffed and hugged your seated form, a rare gesture from Aeg. He grabbed a soda and plopped down, yawning. Propping a chubby cheek on his hand, he complained about being out in the middle of nowhere and the irritable retail job he had.

Daeron began to chuckle. Aegon glared his way, mouthing something. You interjected, “What am I missing here?” Aemond’s stern voice filled the awkward silence, “Dear Aegon works at a lingerie store.”

“Women’s intimate apparel,” Aegon droned.

You guffawed, totally not surprised, the damn hound. Aeg muttered, “It’s more returns and angry old ladies asking about hosiery than a babe. Enough about me. Criston you done yet?”

Aemond, ever the prick, “Hope you made extra.”

Criston was in fact done now, placing the big bowl in the middle of the table, returning with some sauces and a side of Leng slaw. You blushed a bit and asked, “A street favorite in Yin, make this for me Criston?” All shades of purple eyes turned to the step-father.

His own olive cheeks darkened and he waved it off, “Just in case you missed the place.”

Lunch was eaten amicably besides Aegon and Daeron fighting over the last servings. To which Aemond snatched to bowl up for Otto and Helaena, informing Aegon he needs a diet. The eldest bristled, “I can’t help I’m always craving shit! I’m clean and sober, be happy about that!”

Things were escalating before Criston shut down the argument, dismissing everyone. You patted the dismal Aegon and softly uttered, “I’m proud of you Aeg.” He offered a brisk smile and stomped outside to light up a cigarette. You took the task of helping your step-father clean up.

It was a bit quiet, water running and dishes clanking. You almost bit your cheek bloody before blurting, “How has it been for you? A big adjustment, marrying into a bunch of loons.” He stared down at his hands scrubbing the plate, lips working around a response again.

“It’s alright. Quiet. Formal. Nothing new I suppose. I didn’t think I’d enjoy all of you back like I did. Brings some life around the place besides Alicent being a workaholic and Aegon moping. I’m a glorified house-husband.”

His dark eyes grew wide. Criston spluttered, “I- I don’t know why I said that. Father forgive me, that was rude.” His calloused hands scrubbed harder at the plate until you thought he might break it.

Grabbing a strong wrist, he jerked his pretty face to your own, panic poorly hidden. You stroked the softer skin on the inside of his wrist and murmured softly, “I know how mom gets. Your secret is safe with me.” You padded away, the man seeming stunned.

You’d go outside to catch some air, feeling a bit lightheaded and guilty getting in your step-father’s space like that. His little admittance was a surprise yet not. Criston was career military, before becoming the head of Royal Guard under Viserys. Rhaenyra dismissed him upon her assent and then he soon married mother.

You had expected less of a strain between the two, they had an obvious lack of chemistry, chaste kisses. Your mother picked up a lot of royal duties still, off working and traveling. Leaving poor Cole alone. Once again you needed to stop. Thoughts began to slip between the cracks.

Aegon was out with his sobriety sponsor for the night. The wine flowed while he was gone. You’d finally gotten hugs and warm welcomes from Hel, Grandpa, and Mom. It was just family, smiling and giddy off the taste testing mother ordered. Even young Daeron was giggly and pink cheeked.

Aemond indulged slightly— the most you got was a looser tongue. Everyone shared stories around the crackling fire, laughing. Your own head was pleasantly swimmy, nestled next to your older sister. She seemed to be in the present for now.

Alicent and Criston shared the love seat, his long arm around around her perfectly postured shoulders. You kept making eye contact with him, blushing and looking away. Why was he staring? You launched into a story about Aegon trying to drunkenly ride a mule at the Crownlands Fair.

That seemed to release a barrage of other Aegon tales, making your sides hurt with laughter. Even a couple of Aemond’s sharp witted barbs at the few full Targaryen gatherings were discussed. The middle brother smirked and snorted, rolling his good eye.

It went on until everyone was either sleepy or borderline too drunk to continue. Your heart felt full, escorting Daeron’s drunk self back to his room. He mumbled with a goofy grin, “I love when you all come home, so much happier.” Tucking him in and grabbing a water out of his mini fridge, you made the teen swallow.

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno’ Aeg’s cranky, mom’s always gone,” he stopped and poorly whispered with wide eyes, “Mom and Criston don’t sleep in the same room.” Patting your brother on the head you gently scolded, “Don’t repeat that, take your meds and drink some water, night night Dare. Love you.”

“Love youuuuu, sorrryyyy.”

Quietly exiting his room you turned down the drafty hallway to meet the familiar dark pools of Criston’s eyes. He stared intensely, you peering back, an unknown force stalling you two. Eventually you padded to him, a little wobbly from the wine. He wasn’t quite sober either, faint Dornish accent lilting his voice toward the end of the night.

He licked his lips, still quiet. You peered upwards, the man towering over you this close. Your heart was beating rapidly, frantic feelings arising after Daeron’s admission. You whispered, “How long?”

He knew, blowing out a sigh.

“Eight months or so. I love your mother, alright dear?” His tone was wavering, weak, as if he was convincing himself. You stepped closer, enough to smell the sweet red on his carved lips. He inhaled sharply, hands balling at his sides.

“Why were you staring at me all night?”

“I could ask the same.”

He looked away, running a big hand through dark curls. Criston muttered, more to himself, “I can’t, not again.” Nodding in affirmation you stated, “You’re right, this is wrong. Good night Criston.” Pain bloomed in your chest turning away. Taking two strides a warm hand tugged your wrist, you biting back a squeak as the man maneuvered you into the wall.

He breathed, “We’re drunk. What is it with you Targaryens?” His warm forehead pressed against your own, hands secured around your waist. A whimper bubbled up from your throat, his warm body caging you in, impossibly toned thigh slotted between your own.

“Just kiss me, I’ve dreamt about this since I was thirteen.”

He groaned, seizing your waiting lips, gently kissing in measured movements. You arched into his hard frame, arms wrapping up around broad shoulders, fingers tickling at brown curls. Criston tilted his head, feeling his way in with sensual little laps. Opening for the elder you met his probing tongue, dancing slowly together as your lips smacked.

His huge hands came down to your ass, slipping under the skirt to hoist you further onto his hard thigh. You mewled again, Criston shushing with another kiss. He whispered into your ear, “Be quiet, hm? Bad enough as is.”

He returned to taking your mouth, quite enjoying the sloppy kisses. You shivered and he eagerly swallowed any noises, dragging your cunt across his thigh easily, aided by your bucking hips. The friction against your clit was sending you into a tizzy. Criston had to reluctantly place his hand over your mouth to muffle helpless whimpers.

He chuckled, “You sound so pretty, lovely, gods.” Instead he laid plush kisses down your sensitive neck and collarbones, humming in delight. You were sweating and drooling, climax quickly reaching an apex, wetness smearing all over Cole’s thigh.

Chest heaving and thighs twitching he ordered, “Now, come my lovely, come for your step-father.” Step-father? You gasped behind his palm, shivering and stiffening as your overstimulated pussy soaked through thin panties onto Criston’s thigh. He eased you down, bright teeth glinting in the low light.

You felt tears welling up, wiping at them aggressively. Nothing new, stepping on a bug made you cry. Certainly nothing to do with never having this again. No. The Dornishman seemed concerned, dark brows pinching.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you back,” he more or less ordered, hoisting you up bridal style. You sniffled, “Sorry, always do that after a good orgasm.” He scoffed, “Sure sweet girl. I’ll take care of you, no tears. Not like anyone pays attention, heads so far into their own asses.”

He gently placed you down, helping aid the still tipsy debacle of undressing and changing. A large shirt and panties would do. You climbed ungracefully into the bed, snuggling under the thick covers. Criston sat on the end of the bed, palm on your ankle.

“Are you leaving?”

He gave a sad smile, “I’m afraid so. I’m just down the hall.”

“Would you do this sober?”

He squeezed your leg, voice lowering, “It would’ve happened before you headed off I think. No one has paid me much attention in a while. You always seemed to idolize me, now I’m an old man fucking around with the girl he watched grow up.”

“I don’t care. When mom leaves again I want to fuck you.”

Criston rolled his eyes, “Now you’re drunk talking.”

“I mean it. I want you to fuck me. What they don’t know doesn’t hurt. Make me cum on your cock.”

Criston groaned, “Stop it or I’ll take you right now little princess. We’ll see.”

It wasn’t long before the elder man had you bent over his bed, strong hips snapping into your weeping pussy. One hand pushed your back into an arch, the other pinching your sensitive nub. You slobbered and bit into the pillow, rubbing your tits into the rough fabric of the bed.

He panted, “Gorgeous girl, sucking me in, you wanted this huh?”

The rest of the family was out for lunch. You feigned illness, Criston offering to watch. No one batted an eye. Wasn’t long before he picked you up and snarled his intentions.

He smacked your ass, you keening, “Yesss- fuck yes— don’t stop! M’gonna come!”

Then tanned man plastered himself to your tinier frame, biting gently on your shoulder, muttering dirty little secrets. He roughly grabbed your jaw to get at your lips, fingers still maddeningly swirling around your engorged bud. He rasped, desperation tinging his tone, “Me too, mmfuckk, my perfect princess, gods!”

He swallowed up your wailing cry, body covering your own, like the man would envelop you if he could. He jerked your hips a weird way, you choking on your spit as his cock jammed into that sensitive ridged patch. Whining his name, heat and a strange sensation lit up between your legs, gushing helplessly onto the bed and the man’s cock.

Criston sounded like he’d died, groaning raggedly, cumming into his condom with a few more sloppy pumps, thighs trembling too. You fell forward, your step-father rolling right beside, chest quickly rising and falling. He managed, “I made you squirt.”

You nodded jerkily, moving weak limbs to curl into his perfect body. “That you did, daddy,” came the breathless reply. He grinned like a boy, smacking your thigh playfully, dark eyes sparkling. Criston laughed, “You need to watch yourself or I’ll eat your pretty cunt until you learn to watch your mouth.”

Stretching lazily you sighed, “That sounds like a good idea to me. I guess it’s good I’ll be hobbling around, they won’t realize I’ve had the daylights fucked out of me.” Criston twisted to give you a peck on the cheek, getting up to dispose of the condom. He called back, “Perfect, I love nursemaid duty.”

[lace-coffin]

this is so off topic, but how old do you think Asa Emory is? Like idk if it says anything abt his age, but I can’t find it .😔 like I just?? I wanna believe his in his late 30s to 40s but idk

I don’t mind at all if it’s off topic I love talking abt stuff like this!

So usually when I think of/write for Asa I think of the original 2009 Asa played by Juan Fernandez, he’s 67 now and was 53 when he played Asa so I feel like Asa is on the older side. He owns a house and has enough income to own the hotel and all the parts he uses for his traps/medical equipment . (Providing he actually owns the run down hotel and isn’t just using it illegally but I wouldn’t put it passed him) so it seems he’s been in stable work for a while and is comfortable, that makes me think he’s older and settled in life. Also a lot of people headcanon him to be an entomology lecturer at a university so that makes me believe he’s had to go through school-university and get his degrees first before teaching so he probably spent a good chunk of his life doing that.

I don’t think Asa is exactly the same age as juan considering he’s pretty quick on his feet and has a lot of strength behind him. He also has a soft tummy which I love but that’s unrelated. I’d like to say he’s in his early to middle 40’s maybe late 30’s if you wanna go younger, I bet his knees crack when he bends down, defiantly groans like an old man when he finally gets off his feet for the day. I totally think If ur his pet/partner he’ll slow dance to corny old love songs on his record player with u in the living room < 3

[fatehbaz]

"defending civilization against bugs"

lol the mosquito sculpture

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Sir Ronald Ross had just returned from an expedition to Sierra Leone. The British doctor had been leading efforts to tackle the malaria that so often killed English colonists in the country, and in December 1899 he gave a lecture to the Liverpool Chamber of Commerce [...]. [H]e argued that "in the coming century, the success of imperialism will depend largely upon success with the microscope."

Text by: Rohan Deb Roy. "Decolonise science - time to end another imperial era." The Conversation. 5 April 2018.

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[A]s [...] Diane Nelson explains: The creation of transportation infrastructure such as canals and railroads, the deployment of armies, and the clearing of ground to plant tropical products all had to confront [...] microbial resistance. The French, British, and US raced to find a cure for malaria [...]. One French colonial official complained in 1908: “fever and dysentery are the ‘generals’ that defend hot countries against our incursions and prevent us from replacing the aborigines that we have to make use of.” [...] [T]ropical medicine was assigned the role of a “counterinsurgent field.” [...] [T]he discovery of mosquitoes as malaria and yellow fever carriers reawakened long-cherished plans such as the construction of the Panama Canal (1904–1914) [...]. In 1916, the director of the US Bureau of Entomology and longtime general secretary of the American Association for the Advancement of Science rejoiced at this success as “an object lesson for the sanitarians of the world” -- it demonstrated “that it is possible for the white race to live healthfully in the tropics.” As Timothy Mitchell writes: “In 1915, the year after the canal’s completion, the newly established Rockefeller Foundation took over the mosquito campaign from the U.S. Army and launched a worldwide program" [...]. The [...] measures to combat dangerous diseases always had the collateral benefit of social pacification. In 1918, George Vincent, president of the Rockefeller Foundation, candidly declared: “For purposes of placating primitive and suspicious peoples, medicine has some decided advantages over machine guns." The construction of the Panama Canal [...] advanced the military expansion of the United States in the Caribbean.

Text by: Fahim Amir. "Cloudy Swords." e-flux Journal Issue #115. February 2021.

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Richard P. Strong [had been] recently appointed director of Harvard’s new Department of Tropical Medicine [...]. In 1914, just one year after the creation of Harvard’s Department of Tropical Medicine, Strong took on an additional assignment that cemented the ties between his department and American business interests abroad. As newly appointed director of the Laboratories of the Hospitals and of Research Work of United Fruit Company, he set sail in July 1914 to United Fruit plantations in Cuba, Guatemala, Honduras, Costa Rica, and Panama. […] As a shareholder in two British rubber plantations, [...] Strong approached Harvey Firestone, chief executive of the tire and rubber-processing conglomerate that bore his name, in December 1925 with a proposal to conduct an extensive biological and medical survey of the interior region of Liberia. Strong found a receptive ear. Firestone had negotiated tentative agreements in 1925 with the Liberian government for [...] a 99-year concession to optionally lease up to a million acres of Liberian land for rubber plantations. [...]

Nearly all of the [Harvard tropical medicine] department’s expeditions were to industrial plantations in the making. […] [I]nfluenced by the recommendations and financial backing of Harvard alumni such as Philippine governor Gen. William Cameron Forbes and patrons such as Edward Atkins, who were making their wealth in the banana and sugarcane industries, Harvard hired Strong, then head of the Philippine Bureau of Science’s Biological Laboratory, and personal physician to Forbes, to establish the second Department of Tropical Medicine in the United States [...].

Strong and Forbes both left Manila for Boston in 1913. Strong began assembling a team of researchers and a course of instruction to take advantage of the increasing overseas presence of US firms. Forbes became an overseer to Harvard University and a director of United Fruit Company, the agricultural products marketing conglomerate best known for its extensive holdings of banana plantations throughout Central America. […] In 1912 United Fruit controlled over 300,000 acres of land in the tropics [...] and a ready supply of [...] samples taken from the company’s hospitals and surrounding plantations, Strong boasted that no “tropical school of medicine in the world … had such an asset.” “It is something of a victory for Harvard,” he argued. “We could not for a million dollars procure such advantages.”

Over the next two decades, he established a research funding model reliant on the medical and biological services the Harvard department could provide US-based multinational firms in enhancing their overseas production and trade in coffee, bananas, rubber, oil, and other tropical commodities. [...] As the expedition set sail for Monrovia, Strong wrote in his diary that he hoped their efforts would push the United States to “exert a more stimulating influence upon the development of the … country and its people” as it had in the Philippines, Panama, and Puerto Rico. [...] Harvard’s Department of Tropical Medicine was thoroughly entangled in the material relationships – transportation infrastructure, labor regimes, and commodity production – that were instrumental in advancing the interests of firms like United Fruit, Firestone Tire and Rubber Company, and the American Chicle Company as they transformed landscapes across the globe.

Text by: Gregg Mitman. "Forgotten Paths of Empire: Ecology, Disease, and Commerce in the Making of Liberia's Plantation Economy." Environmental History Volume 22 Number 1. January 2017.

[ratasum]

PART TWO, ELECTRIC BOOGALOO. This one is from @commanderthalys's tag! Dunno who to tag for this one so whoever would like to do it.

-- B A S I C S

Name: Qirri Tinkerfirst / Qirri of Pazz

Nicknames: Qiqi

Age: 15 at the start of the personal story, 26 currently

Birthday: 213 Scion 1309

Race: asura

Gender: female (cis), she/her

Orientation: Demisexual Demiromantic

Profession: Dragonwatch Krewe chief, Snaff Savant, Dynamics alumni genius first grade, pain in Rama's ass

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: white

Eyes: pink

Skin: white (albino)

Tattoos/Scars: visible injection scars on her arms from blood draws and medical injections as a child

-- F A M I L Y

Family: Pazz (father), Tixzi (mother)

Siblings: Izza (older sister), Pyrria (older sister), Rissia (older sister), Garrus (adopted brother/bandmate)

Grandparents: unnamed

In-laws and others: Ahlma (cousin), Silas Dreadpyre (cousin-in-law), Taimi (girlfriend), Zanthe (boyfriend), Gorrik (boyfriend), Zojja (mentor)

-- S K I L L S

Abilities: Talented engineer and golemancer, known for vast array of invented medical aids.

Hobbies: Naps with Taimi, baking/cooking with Zanthe, practical entomology with Gorrik, having tea with Yao.

-- T R A I T S

Most positive trait: Extremely intelligent, clever, fast learner, enthusiastic.

Most negative trait: Bull headed, workaholic, smart mouth, easily frustrated.

-- L I K E S

Colors: Blue and gold.

Smells: That ozone smell after an experiment, the ginger green tea Yao makes

Textures: Anything that isn't too rough; always wears a soft gossamer tunic under her leather gear because of that.

Drinks: Water, peach juice, melon soda

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: absolutely not

Drinks: no (it interferes with her medication)

Drugs: only the ones she's prescribed

Been arrested: once, by Rama, while unconscious, and she has NEVER let him forget it

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I've got an interesting idea for a bug race for a one piece au! Since there is Fishmen and Minks with many distinct animal and fish features in their appearance so how about a race with insect, arachnid and other invertebrate features! 🐌🦋🐛🐜🐝🪲🐞🦗🪳🕷️🕸️🦂🦟🪰🪱 And what kind of bug would each straw hat member be in this AU?

Okay so fun fact about me, I was an entomology major in college before I dropped out. So thank you for this request because it was very self indulgent!

Insect AU

Luffy would be a jack jumper ant (Myrmecia Pilosula). This ant is very strong even by ant standards. Like their name suggests, they can leap up to 76 millimeters, which is extremely impressive when you take into account that they range from 11 - 14 millimeters in size. On top of that, they possess a potent venom that kills other insects with ease. They are notably aggressive, even towards things much larger than themselves, and can reliably kill prey much larger than themselves. Truly a fierce fighter that can go toe to toe with many enemies.

Zoro would be a centipede, specifically the Scolopendra Polymorpha. This centipede varies a lot in color, and can even be green. These guys pack some pretty serious venom with necrotic properties, not something you want to experience. Centipedes are extremely agile predators that can take down all kinds of prey with ease thanks to their strength and ability to contort their body.

Nami would be a velvet ant (Dasymutilla Occidentalis). Despite the name, these guys are not ants, but are ground dwelling wasps that happen to resemble ants. They have a deceptively cute reddish-orange fuzzy appearance, that makes their venomous sting all the more surprising. While only males of the species can fly, females have a stinger that delivers a devastating venom to whatever has it on the defense. While the effects of it are excruciating, it is not fatal. 

Usopp would be a spiny leaf insect (Extatosoma Tiaratum). Despite the name, males don’t have many spikes beyond the ones on their face and some defensive ones on the legs, but they can fly so at least they have that going for them. One of their means of defense is to do a threat pose that makes them resemble a scorpion (and the nymphs mimic the appearance of a toxic species of ants), which sounds like a very Usopp thing to do in my humble opinion. 

Sanji would be a budwing mantis (Parasphendale Affinis). This is widely considered to be the most aggressive mantid species. I will preface this by saying that this mostly applies to females, but for the sake of the AU, I’m going to ignore that and allow Sanji to have these qualities. The budwing mantis is a voracious predator that regularly kills prey three times the size of themselves, and will do their damnedest to intimidate even bigger animals. These guys are ambush predators with insanely fast reflexes. Males are especially eager to find a mate (however fatal that may be). 

Chopper is a bumblebee, specifically the Bombus Balteatus. Why did I choose that one, you ask? Because it was the fluffiest looking one I could find. As for the rest of the reasoning, Chopper just has cute bumblebee vibes to me. He likes using his honey in his medicine when applicable. This is another case of us ignoring insect gender-roles.

Robin is a noble false widow spider (Steatoda Nobilis). This spider is commonly mistaken for black widows even though I don’t get how because they look nothing alike I mean really it’s like saying wolf spiders look like a brown recluse, so they have an unfairly bad reputation. While their venom is medically significant, it’s on par with a bee sting and nothing to worry about.

Franky is an atlas beetle (Chalcosoma Atlas). These are massive beetles with a very tough shell and most notably, have three long horns both for defense and mating purposes. Despite their intimidating size, they are actually quite friendly and make for great pets.

Brook would be a prairie mole cricket (Gryllotalpa Major). Despite the name, these aren’t true crickets, just a close relative. Lacking the specialized legs that crickets use to chirp, they instead rub their wings together to make noise. They dig burrows specifically designed to have excellent acoustics so as to help more females hear their “music”, which is surprisingly complex and can have up to five harmonics.

Jinbei would be a lobster. Not really an insect, but a relative of them no less.

[great-and-small]

do you know if there’s such a thing as veterinarians who work on invertebrates (other than honey bees)? Especially wild invertebrates in the context of wildlife rehab

Very cool question and I honestly wish I had a more knowledgeable answer for you. Unfortunately the field of veterinary medicine is a bit lacking when it comes to inverts. This is changing though! The Veterinary Invertebrate Society is growing in popularity and they’re currently trying to establish a journal to better disseminate information within the field.

My knowledge of caring for invertebrates medically is pretty much limited to one elective class in vet school that primarily focused on common pet inverts such as tarantulas. I did take a coral pathology course as well, and I know that is an area of invert medicine that is gaining more traction. We learn a lot about invertebrates in parasitology but not much about how to protect or care for them, obviously. I can’t say that I know off the top of my head of any great resources for exploring a career in veterinary care or rehabilitation of wild invertebrates. If conservation of wild inverts is your passion, it might be beneficial to explore both your invert of interest (entomology for example) and veterinary medicine to try and figure out where you fit best and maybe carve out a little niche between the two!

I’ve talked a bit about them before but the Archbold biological station is a great place to get in contact with people on the front lines of arthropod conservation- https://www.archbold-station.org/html/research/entom/entom.html

If any of my followers have more info about veterinary care in wild invertebrates I’d love to learn more about this topic too. Invertebrate conservation is an extremely important area of study and I’d definitely be interested to hear about how rehabilitation of wild animals fits into that!

[the-villainous-ace]

Headcanon about Stede Bonnet:

Izzy says "I've never met anyone with such a total lack of skills"

And it got me thinking that Stede probably has an entire arsenal of weird skills picked up from reading and odd hobbies. Like his Eclisiastical Latin and medical knowledge from reading. I bet he might even play an instrument but its something weird and obscure.

I bet he actually has a ton of weird little skills, but was never allowed to demonstrate them because nobody appreciated it and probably discouraged them.

Liken with Rhys Darby's skills with sound effects and such I feel like it would be really interesting if they made Stede really good at imitating birds or something. Since he does voices and impressions, if a fuckery ever is staged again it would be cool to use that.

He seems to know a bit about butchering/cooking too when he was talking to Mary, trying to save the rabbit for dinner. Probably being forced to butchering animals in an attempt to toughen him up.

I think also, that as a kid he was never given the opportunity to actually learn skills because he was written off as useless and if he got it wrong the then he was given up on.

I think it would be a really neat to see more of Stede's random knowledge and skills crop up and show how competent he can be when afforded the chance.

Other random things I think Stede might know about or be good at

-card games/chess (maybe a clumsy player but good in theory)

- lots of dance knowledge

- other dead languages? maybe more Latin and Greek?

- ornithology/entomology

-astronomy maybe?

- herbology? we don't know what he used to knock out the guards

I mean I feel like with Stede, its like "those who cannot do.... can talk about it at length in great detail.

[sunfyresrider]

Addcited to you

Part 1 ~ Part 2

Synopsis: Aegon Targaryen was once the best racecar driver of his time until a fatal accident sent his life spiraling. Once his partying and whoring became too much his family sent him to rehab. It didn't prevent too many of his activities, but it did do something better. That was where he met you, his new addiction.

pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader warnings: Addiction, loss, smut and fuckboi tendancies word count: 7699 note: wow another repost. tags: @its-actually-minicika @princesssszzzz @ohitsthemaster @annikin-im-panicin

Aegon Targaryen was once the best race car driver of his age. He drove the golden Sunfyre into many victories and star-dom. It was the first time he got approval from his mother and father. As well as a surplus amount of attention from women and men alike. He was flawless in every way and never lost. He was handsome, charismatic, and the life of the party. It was impossible not to be in love with this boy from Westeros. 

Nothing good ever lasts forever though. He had tied in not one but two races. The Indianapolis 500 and the Daytona 500 with the first female race-car driver, Rhaenyra Targaryen.  Aegon’s entire life he had competed with her for the top spot in their father’s heart but lost. Now he was competing for the crown and losing.

The day of the Monaco Grand Prix tensions were high. His family was separated on two sides of the road. His mother and her family cheered him on while his father and sisters' family stood on the other. Aegon swore that day he would prove to them all who was the best, who truly deserved their fathers love. 

The gunshot sounded and Aegon took off in Sunfyre. Rhaenyra stayed close inside syrax her piss colored car. The race stayed this way until they were finally nearing the end. Rhaenyra twisted her wheel and tried to drive Aegon off the road. He retaliated and pushed her up against the wall sending sparks flying. She wouldn’t let this slide, Rhaenyra maneuvered herself out and slammed into Aegon. 

Sunfyre went spinning ahead and nothing Aegon could do would stop the madness. Rhaenyra couldn’t hit her brakes fast enough, she slammed into Sunfyre and her car went flying over him. Sunfyre toppled over in circles until it skidded off the track. When Syrax stopped moving and crashed into the speedway everyone thought it was over. 

It was never that simple. Rhaenyra Targaryen met her end once the gas spilled out of her car and was ignited by the sparks. She burnt to death on the day she was meant to be crowned the best race-car driver in history.

Aegon’s car was totaled as were his limbs. A broken leg, rib, hip and a severe concussion. Not to mention the few burns he received while being dragged out of his car and to the ambulance. 

It was the end of the mighty Targaryen racing family and the end of the first female driver. 

-

It took an entire year for Aegon to be able to function properly again. He had to go through extensive therapy to learn how to walk after his hip replacement and leg surgeries. His bones were not only broken but shattered. The left side of his body was burnt but the scars healed nicely. There were only a few left to prove what he had gone through. 

Aegon was kept on pain medication the entire time. Without it he screamed in agony which wasn’t surprising considering the sheer extent of his wounds. After a while though the pain subsided but his need for medication did not. 

He discovered once he woke from his coma that his father and extended family had all but disowned him. They blamed him for the death of their beloved Rhaenyra. His own mother, though grateful he was alive, was disappointed beyond belief at his utter failure. His three youngest siblings were there for him the best they could be with their busy lives. Daeron was too busy in high school, Helaena was busy with her new entomology job, she taught college kids about insects. Aemond had taken his place as the non-disappointment. He reverbished the old  but legendary car Vhagar and began racing in Aegon’s stead. 

Everyone had found their path in life but him, He was left to rot in a hospital bed for a year. 

-

Aegon was let out and a tiny welcome home celebration was held. He was too dosed up on pain-killers to notice everyone was walking on eggshells around him. 

This became a daily part of his life. He took pain killers in the morning and night and wasted away. Occasionally he got off his ass and went to parties filled with drugs and hookers. He indulged himself more than any other man his age. There was not a day that went by where he wasn't on something or in someone. 

-

All of this came to an abrupt end when a tabloid exposed his habits and his grandfather found out. The man beat the living shit out of him and his mother… she spoke the words that would haunt him until he died. ‘You are no son of mine.’ He pleaded with her to understand but she left him behind, just as everyone else did. 

It was that night he went to the old garage and tried to fix Sunfyre. He spent hours working tirelessly on the once ‘golden dragon.’ but it was for nothing. The tires wouldn’t move and its fire breathing engine would never light up again.

He finally hit his breaking point that night. He threw miscellaneous tools around the garage in a rage. He kicked and screamed and rampaged for an hour. Aegon destroyed everything in that garage including trophies and precious photos. Everything that was special to him was gone.

The bender he went on was legendary. The amount of substances he consumed no one could say. One week straight of drugs and whores and not a second of sobriety. He did not eat and he rarely slept. Aegon just kept going as if it was his last race. 

He woke up in the hospital again. This time he had overdosed and was under suicide watch. His attempts to escape were futile and his resolve melted away. Aegon was given an option… rehab or die. 

-

3 years later…

“Everyone, we would like you to take turns introducing yourselves and why you are here today.” The leader of your addicts anonymous group spoke. You hated this part the most. No one truly cared who you were or why you were here. It was a feeble attempt at getting you to open up.

When it was your turn to speak you begrudgingly stood up. You cleared your throat, “I’m y/n and I’m here for-“ The sound of the foot opening and a man dragging himself inside cut you off. The woman forced a smile. “Look who the cat dragged in! Aegon please take a seat.” His blonde hair was a complete mess and his under eyes were sunken with dark circles. It looked as if he hadn’t bathed in weeks. 

“Please continue.” She spoke with her tainted smile. You cleared your throat “I’m y/n and-“ The sound of him coughing cut you off once again. You clenched your jaw and tightened your fists. It was already hard enough being here but he was making it worse. “Are you finished?” You asked in a venomous tone. He peered up at you like you were nothing but rubbish. “oh no, keep going, I’m sure everyone is dying to know who you are.” He spoke in a snarky tone eliciting quiet laughs from those around you.

If there wasn’t a policeman in the room you swore you could kill him. “I’m y/n and I’m here because it was this or jail, thank you.” You threw yourself into your seat staring daggers at the man. He made an amused face and stood. “I’m Aegon Targaryen, some of you may know me as the king of racing, others just as Aegon. My drugs of choice are opioids… and women.” He said with a wink and you thought you could puke. A handful of  men let out chuckles and the few women shyly smiled or brushed their hair behind their ears. This was worse than jail. 

The leader of tonight’s meeting went on to talk about god, addiction, trauma and overcoming for an hour. It was unbearably boring and you found yourself dozing off occasionally. At the end you fell completely asleep and woke up to the voice of the lady calling out your name. “Y/N” everyone turned to you. “Y/N” A few people scoffed at your lack of reply. “Y/N” someone kicked your foot and your eyes opened wide. You glanced around the room and noticed everyone staring at you. “Y/N can you lead us in tonight’s prayer?” Shit, you forgot the fucking prayer.

“God… grant us the serenity… to…” You peered around the room looking for help but none came. “To… accept…” It felt like the world was collapsing on you. Your nerves began to quiver and your sweat prickled on your palms. It was just like you were in high school again and stuttered during reading. “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference... Amen.” 

The room echoed his prayer and he received an overwhelming applause. You were glad someone else did it but why did it have to be him. The once quiet room began to stir as people prepared to leave. You were one of the first to get up and try to escape. “Oh! I forgot to mention. We will be doing acts of community service as a group… you will be paired with partners of our choosing and you’ll have one month to complete all your acts. It’s a way to give back to the community and prove your sobriety is leading you down the right path.” God was not on your side today. 

You grabbed your belongings and tried to rush towards your escape but were interrupted. “It gets easier the longer you do it.” You whipped your head around to see the blonde haired man staring down at you. “The prayers I mean and the meetings as a whole.” Your eyes scanned his face for any sign of humor. He seemed to be genuinely kind, maybe you judged him too soon. “Good.” was all you managed to mutter.

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name. I haven’t seen you here before, I’m Aegon.” You forced a polite smile. He outstretched his hand and shook yours. Before he could speak again you interrupted, “I actually have to get going, it was nice to meet you though.” With that you took off towards the door and to the privacy of your car.

-

You were casually scrolling through your phone watching videos trying to keep yourself from boredom when you got a friend request. It was none other than Aegon himself. How did he find you so quickly, you thought.

His Instagram wasn't private, and it was rather unimpressive. Mediocre selfies of him with sunglasses, a car, pictures of friends… the farther you scrolled the more you noticed his car and the party photos. It seemed at one point he was rather good at that.  You were just simply going to deny the request until you got a text. “you up?”

 Gross, he was one of those men. You threw your phone onto the bed and rolled over. Why would you send you a text out of nowhere? You were bored and it wasn’t like anyone else was talking to you. “No lol" you replied, still annoyed. "Why though?" 

"because I want to see if we could hangout sometime this week," he said, sounding sort of desperate. You laughed to yourself at the notion of hanging out with someone you just met at rehab of all places. “Stranger danger.” You replied jokingly. "If we hang out I won’t be." He replied with a laughing emoji.

You never dated guys you just met. You weren't one of those girls that hooked up with strangers. “Why do you want to hang out with me?” You asked. He took some time to answer. It didn't seem like he was used to giving lengthy replies. Finally he answered. "Because you're cute and you looked like you needed friends in AA."

You snorted at the idea. "You think I'm cute?"  "Yes." He wrote back immediately. You glanced at your phone and chuckled. "Yeah, well I don't think you're cute.”

“You hurt me, Y/N.” He replied with a handful of emojis that would take you time to decipher. You rolled your eyes and turned away. He must have been kidding, you thought. But then you got another text.

“I’m only asking because we were set up as partners for whatever it is they’re planning. Thought it would be nice to talk before we were forced to be around each other.”

Your heart stopped. What? Were you really being set up with this idiot? Wasn't it enough to deal with him in group therapy? “How did you find out so quickly?!” You watched as the three bubbles on the screen took their time to reply. 

“It was on the bulletin board.”  Fuck, you hadn’t even bothered to check that since you started going.“let me know if you change your mind.” He typed. “We’ll have plenty of time to “get to know” each other during work.” You replied and put your phone away.

-

The first forced community service was helping pick up trash littered across the streets and park near your AA building. It was one of the worse tasks you were forced to do but it would look good on your record. Instead of jail you were going to AA and doing community service. A true born-again criminal, you laughed in your head.

It was chilly outside and the sun had all but disappeared because of the clouds. It was a perfect dull day for your perfect dull tasks. 

“You ghosted me.” Aegon’s voice rang from behind your ear. Another dull thing to add onto the already dull day. “I didn’t ghost you.” He walked up like a happy golden retriever pup. In truth, you didn’t purposely ghost him, you just simply chose to ignore Instagram. You much preferred tumblr and A03 anyway. “Really? You’re one of those who don’t use their phone much?” You were almost constantly on your phone. “No, not necessarily.” 

“That’s cool, I couldn’t live without mine.” He smiled and nodded his head. You couldn’t help but smile back. There was something about him that made you feel… nervous? It was hard to put a name on it but you chalked it up to being because he was a man. You didn’t exactly get loads of attention from them and your experiences haven’t been great so of course he would make you nervous.

“So where are we picking up trash?” You asked, breaking the silence between you two. He pointed towards the grassy area to your right. The park was empty. “We have the entire park to ourselves.” Aegon didn’t seem excited about it either.

“Okay then.” You walked off ahead of him.  You couldn’t help but notice he looked better today. He finally took a shower, and his hair was nicely done. Aegon didn’t smell like shit and his smile was bright. It was a welcome surprise you weren’t sure you could handle having to work next to someone who didn’t bathe. 

Aegon caught up to you after a few minutes of walking. He kept a close eye on you. You were wearing a pair of jeans and a black top. Not the best outfit for working but it accentuates your curves nicely. Your breasts were pushed up by your bra and your cleavage looked amazing. It was rare you found a bra that fit and decided to wear it today. “You look pretty.” He smiled at you.

“Thanks.” You blushed ever so slightly. If you got out more you would probably be more used to compliments. It was weird hearing them from him but welcomed nonetheless.

“You look better today too.” You forced yourself to compliment him. His smile grew wider and he decided to work right next to you. This was going to be an awkward task.

-

You had spent most of the time picking up what Aegon didn’t bother with. At one point you lost him only to find him flat on his ass staring at the cars driving by. “What happened?” You asked, sitting on the ground next to him. “The wind blew my bag away so I’m calling it quits.” 

“This fucking sucks.” You giggled. That was something you liked to say when you were forced to do any type of manual labor. “I know how you feel.” Aegon chuckled. “Why are they forcing us to do that?” You asked while picking at the grass beneath you. “They said it will look good on our records… and free labor.” He shrugged. Of course, it was just using you all for free labor. “Do you think they will notice if I go missing?”

“Probably not.” He laughed. “I should take advantage of the opportunity.” You smirked at him and stood up to leave. “Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist, and you nearly slapped him. It scared you at first, but he was just innocently asking a question. “I want to see what else is around here,” you spoke. “Don’t leave me here to pick up shit.” Aegon stated and followed you.

-

You had escaped to a small sandwich shop not too far from the park. Of course, he follows you the entire way there blabbering about things you did not care about. It wasn’t until you sat down and started eating did he ask you things of substance.

“Why are you in AA?” He asked with his puppy dog eyes. You noticed quickly how much he resembled a pup. The question made you nearly choke on your food. “Isn’t it called Addicts Anonymous for a reason?” You raised an eyebrow and he chuckled, nodding his head.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean anyone cares.” He pointed out. It wasn’t some grand thing that landed you in here. In reality it was pretty embarrassing and pathetic. “I went to a party and drank some special juice. Turns out the special juice had very illegal drugs and I ended up being arrested for being in possession of it, afterwards they gave me the choice of this or jail.” It was the truth, you really didn’t intend to do hard drugs. You weren’t exactly a party animal either seeing as this was one of your firsts. But, you bought the juice and paid the price.

“That’s not that bad.” He said with a smile. You started to become more and more curious about why he was here. Aegon didn’t seem like the other addicts you’ve run into. It looked like maybe he had something going for him at one point. “Why are you here?” You pressed.“I like drinking too much.” That didn’t even remotely surprise you. “and other things.” That peeked your interest more than you cared to admit. Was it heroin? Crack? there was a world of possibilities. “Like what?”

“And what makes you think I would tell you?” He raised an eyebrow. You were caught off guard for a moment. “Well because I just told you everything.” He smirked and leaned back against the wall behind him. “Not every little detail.” You huffed and narrowed your eyes at him. “Fine. Be that way. ” You rolled your eyes.

“If you want to get anything out of me you have to play nice.” He winked at you. You snorted, “How am I supposed to play nice?”He leaned back into his chair and pointed at your phone. “You can start by not ghosting me.” You looked down at your phone and scowled. His words stung a bit but he was right.“Easy.” You smiled and picked up your phone. You texted him a simple hello and stared up at him. Aegon laughed to himself. “Cheeky.”

His accent had been bothering you for ages. You couldn’t quite pinpoint where it was from but definitely not American.  “Where are you originally from?” Aegon enjoyed your interest in him by the looks of his face. “Manchester, UK but my family moved to California a long time ago.” 

He crossed his arms over his chest and awaited you to ask something else. It was clear he enjoyed talking about himself. “Why’d you move here?” His smile faltered slightly before picking itself back up, "My family runs a big business.' You simply hummed in response. It didn't seem like he wanted to divulge any more information about them.

"So, do you want to ask me anything?"  You tilted your head to the side. He smiled and stood out of his seat. "Of course, I want to know everything about you... but now isn't the time, they're starting to look for us." He nodded his head towards the window, and you noticed a few other members walking towards you. You let out a deep sigh and pushed yourself out of your chair. 

-

Aegon was planning how to get you to go on a date with him the entire night. There were an array of reasons why he was so determined. Firstly you didn’t respond to his advances as most did and that drove him crazy. Secondly you were far prettier than the other girls in AA and close to his age, most people there were nearing menopause. Older women were more of his brother's thing than his own. Thirdly, you were charming in your own way. You were quiet yet there was a playful glint in your eyes when you spoke that told him everything. 

He spent the rest of his week trying to text you and convince you to get to know him just once. You were far more receptive over rest than in person, he assumed it was because he made you shy. That made him believe you were all the more cuter. 

It was Friday afternoon and you'd finally agreed to meet him after work. You complained a few times about your manager being weird and so he begged you to let him pick him up. He wasn’t going to do anything crazy just scare him off. But you refused which drove him crazy. The idea some other guy  was getting close to you while he wasn’t there irked him to his core. 

Aegon didn’t like driving anymore, he only did it when it was absolutely necessary. He wanted to make a good impression so he begrudgingly hopped in his Sunfyre and headed your way. He had taken the time to fix him enough so he could at least drive again. If this was any other person he wouldn’t bother but he needed to impress you. 

It was a bit nerve wracking since you finally said yes. He was confident in himself most of the time with random girls but you were hard to impress. His nerves deflated when he finally laid eyes on your figure, You looked insatiably beautiful. You had on a little black dress and an oversized leather jacket. A wide grin grew on his face and he hopped out of his car like an overexcited puppy. 

“You look stunning.” He walked over and placed a greeting kiss on your cheek. You let out a surprised ‘Oh’ when he did so that was quickly replaced by a smile and nod. Aegon opened the door for you and took your jacket. He was planning on being the perfect gentleman tonight. 

“Thank you." You smiled up at him and he dipped his head a bit. He held the door open for you and watched your frame walk past him. His eyes lingered on your hips and thighs. 

“I noticed you post a lot of pics of this car on insta, is it like your baby?” You innocently asked and his heart sunk. He forgot how his Instagram was filled with old pictures from when he was happy. “It’s a piece of junk now that it’s gotten old.” You chuckled and shook your head, "But I thought you loved it or why else would you post it?” He shrugged and tapped his steering wheel, "Well I do but it’s different now." You nodded your head and took in the new basic model. Cars weren’t your thing but you were trying for him. 

"I think it’s very beautiful." You turned around to see him staring at you. You flushed bright red and put your hands in your lap. Recently, you had been becoming easily flustered by him. It could have been from the hours you spent texting or the way his face resembled a prince from a book, you didn’t know for sure. “As are you, love,” He smiled to himself. 

“So, where are you kidnapping me too?” You raised an eyebrow. "I just planned on stopping somewhere that had a nice view and then grabbing dinner from there, I was thinking somewhere near the water maybe?” He was playing coy. He had spent far too long searching for a specific place near the massive river that led into the ocean because you said you like it. Aegon also looked for a place with the specific food you mentioned liking. To be fair, he never did this for any other woman but he was trying to make a good impression like his brothers did with women. Especially if you found out how much of a loser he was, actions like these would have to save him. 

“That sounds lovely." You smiled again and Aegon was glad to see it. He drove down the street and the car was filled with small talk.  He listened to Hozier which surprised you substantially. He seemed more like a pop punk kind of guy. 

It wasn’t a fancy restaurant like he said. It was decently sized and had a pretty view of the water. It was dark out so the place was lined with fairy lights. The restaurant only had a small crowd of people inside and he led you to a table a distant away. Aegon pulled out a chair for you and took off your jacket. Once again, this was completely out of character for him but he was following Aemond’s example. 

“Are you a fan of seafood? This place is known for their oysters.” He passed a menu to you and smiled up at you. Aegon loathed seafood but you said you liked it. “I don’t know about oysters but salmon is my favorite.” You hummed to yourself as you scanned the menu.

"I think I’ll just follow your example since you seem to know what’s good.” He felt slightly awkward sitting here. He wanted to hold your hand but the whole idea of touching you made him nervous. It was an issue that alcohol could quickly solve. 

When he ordered the same thing as you along with two glasses of wine you were shocked. Wasn’t he literally in AA for being an alcoholic? “Wine? Aren’t you afraid of testing positive?” A proud smile creeped onto his face. “Nah, It leaves your system in a day. Why, Are you afraid of being kicked out of lovely AA?” 

He gave you a challenging look. It was a scam that you were in AA in the first place but you weren’t there for wine like him. One glass couldn’t possibly hurt. You said, “Absolutely not.”

Aegon laughed and drank his wine slowly. He watched your every move while he sipped on his. You seemed tense and fidgety but you were doing a damn fine job of pretending you weren’t. He was glad he had finally gotten to you. “Tell me more about yourself, Y/N.” You glanced up at him and sat your cup down. “What exactly do you want to know?” He crossed his arm and thought to himself. “Mmm, everything… but I’ll accept whatever you’re willing to give.” Your stomach did the thing with butterflies again. 

You took a big gulp of wine to ease your nervous stomach. “I’ll tell you something super embarrassing… I run a blog on tumblr.” You giggled and wiggled a little bit in your seat. It was easier to talk about things online than in real life. There was no judgment or bullying involved.

"Oh yeah? What's it about?" He asked curiously. He could already guess what it was about. “It’s for video games and movies, mostly. And then sometimes I write stuff about my personal life if I feel like it. He chuckled, “I bet I can one up you.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at him expectantly. "Really?" He nodded with a smug grin on his face. “Yup, I still own all my old comic books and posters from when I was a kid.” He said proudly. He loved his collection and it reminded him of a simpler time. "I'm jealous! I used to love comics!" You leaned forward and put your hand on top of his. He moved it around so that he could place it on yours.

"They're a lot cooler than normal books, right?" He said and you sighed in happiness. "Yes, I really am jealous. I wish I collected them too." Aegon smiled at you and tilted his head. “I can show you mine afterwards! If you’re nice enough I’ll let you borrow some to read.” You spoke excitedly, "That would be wonderful, thank you."  He ran his thumb over your knuckles and you shivered. His touch was warm and soothing. You stared into his eyes and they seemed to glow. Maybe it was the alcohol finally taking effect or the lighting but he really was… charming.

The food arrived and you both  ate slowly. He was much too distracted by your face and the conversations you were having. You both had more in common than you originally expected. He told you about his childhood and how he used to collect action figures. This wasn’t information he easily gave out but you made him feel comfortable. 

"Do you have any hobbies, Y/N?" He asked after finishing his main course. You absolutely couldn't tell him about your fanfiction addiction which was one of the main things you indulge yourself in. “I play the guitar and I used to be in a shitty band before.” He chuckled and smiled.

"Really? I would have loved to see that!" He smirked, "Maybe I’ll play for you if you’re nice enough,” you smirked at him. He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. You blushed, he was flirting with you a little bit. You didn't mind though, not when he was being so sweet.

“I can play nice.” The way you were looking back at him made him feel strange. He was getting a little turned on but he tried to ignore it. You were drunk and he knew that you'd probably regret this tomorrow. But he also wanted to get inside of you, he wanted you in more ways than one. 

"What are you planning to do after this?" He asked. You shrugged and looked away from him. "Go home, watch Netflix, and go to bed." You replied honestly without thinking. 

Aegon shook his head, "That's a boring end to the night, if you’d like you can come back with me and I’ll show you what we talked about earlier.” He said, his eyes staring at you intently. You purse your lips together and your heart was pounding. You were definitely going to regret this tomorrow.

"I'd like that.” You said quietly. His smile widened and he got up from his seat. He walked behind you and placed his hand on the small of your back. “I swear you’ll love it!” He whispered. He pulled you towards the door, his long fingers trailing down your spine as he did.

-

His house was nicer than expected. It was modern and very spacious. You noticed he had pictures of what you assumed were his family and some of him next to his car. You didn’t pry because it was obvious he didn’t enjoy them by the way he avoided looking at them. It was pretty clear this was the home of a single man and not someone with a family. 

He held your hand the entire way to a bedroom… a spare room. It had lots of boxes with different labels. It was as plain as any other room in the house though it smelled strongly of him. 

“Did you just move here?” You asked while staring at the room. He nodded, "Yeah, I couldn’t handle living in an apartment anymore." He said. Aegon walked away from you and opened a box. He was apparently serious about showing you his collection. 

“I have mainly dc comics but there’s a handful of marvel somewhere.” He smiled back at you. You felt yourself blush again because his eyes were sparkling brightly. “If your accent doesn’t impress girls do you use these instead,” you joked. He laughed and walked towards you. Your breath hitched in your throat for a moment at the closeness. “Only the ones with really good taste.” You bursted out in a laugh at his stupidity.

Aegon leaned into you as you drunkenly giggled at his joke. “You think I’m funny?” His face was mere inches from yours and you could feel his breath on your face. You leaned in even closer so your noses almost touched. “I'm better.” Aegon placed a hand on the side of your cheek and stared into your eyes.

Your stomach did a somersault when he lightly brushed his lips against yours. He lingered for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity before pulling away. 

You quickly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to kiss him again. It was stupid of you to be doing this because you knew that much. It wasn’t allowed to sleep with other members in AA but the alcohol clouded your judgment. Well, Aegon in general clouded your judgment. He was incredibly handsome, had a body like a god, and an ass that would make any woman jealous.

He pulled away from you once more, breaking the kiss. You were about to speak up when he kissed your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You gasped as he bit down on your collarbone and took advantage of the opportunity to run his hand through your hair. Your breathing became faster and heavier, both of your hands began exploring each others bodies. His fingers slid under the hem of your dress until they reached your thigh. You pushed them higher and he moaned into your ear.

"I want you," He breathed out. "Please." Aegon's lips left your neck and he moved to your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair and grabbed hold. This wasn't part of the plan, but you didn't care. The alcohol had taken over your mind. Why wouldn't you do something crazy if it meant getting what you wanted?

He moved his hand lower, slipping under the waistband of your panties. You sighed softly as he caressed your bare skin. The kiss he planted on your neck turned into deep kisses all over your body. You wrapped your legs around him and ground your hips against his. "Aegon..." You murmured. "I can’t take it anymore."

His hand slipped further south and you could feel his warm cock pressing against your pussy. You whimpered as he rubbed himself between your folds. You were already wet and ready for him, but he refused to enter you. He just kept teasing you, rubbing his hard cock against you while kissing you roughly. He moved back and slipped two fingers inside of you.  You were unable to control yourself, your walls clenched tight around his fingers.

Your body took over and you pushed him onto the bed, taking off his pants. The moment his cock sprang free, you slammed your mouth down on him. Aegon groaned and shoved his hands in your hair, holding you tightly. You sucked and licked his shaft, taking him deeper into your throat. “you’re so pretty sucking my cock.” He moaned out. 

You sucked him harder and Aegon's hips bucked beneath you and a string of curses came out of his mouth. He grabbed your hair and began thrusting his cock into your throat. You could feel him begin to throb and his face contorted in pleasure. 

You gagged at the fierce intrusion and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “I-I’m cumming.” He spoke in mumbled words and slammed his cock into the back of your throat. You tried to quickly swallow, trying not to choke. "Easy," You whispered. "I'm a little drunk." 

He chuckled darkly then pulled you off of his cock. Aegon sat up and forcefully shoved you onto the bed making you gasp. He began tearing off the clothes that covered your curves. His hands were greedy and it made you moan as he groped your tits. He threw your bra aside and moved to suckle on one of your nipples. You held his head in place, moaning as he sucked. You never thought your tits could be so sensitive, but Aegon proved you wrong.

"Fuck!" You cried out, as he pinched the nipple between his teeth. He released it and trailed his tongue down your stomach. You whimpered and spread your legs wider, allowing him easier access.

Aegon knelt down and pulled down your panties. You shimmied out of them and threw them aside. Aegon looked up and smiled at you before dropping to his knees. He started gently kissing your inner thighs before nibbling at your skin. He left a trail of marks down your thighs to your cunt. You shuddered as he ran his tongue up and down your slit, getting it nice and wet. You squealed when he placed his tongue on your clit and began licking and sucking.

“you’re so sweet.” He mumbled sending vibrations onto your cunt. He stuck two fingers inside of you and you let out a soft moan. He plunged his fingers in and out of your body, slowly building up speed. You gripped the sheets underneath you as he went rougher. Aegon curled his fingers so they hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your entire body rang out in pleasure. You didn’t realize how being drunk heightened every single one of your senses. "oh fuck...Aegon..." You panted. "I- I'm gonna cum."

He grinned and drew his fingers out of you. “Please… Y/N, come for me baby.” He parted your folds with his fingers and dipped his tongue back inside of you. You almost blacked out as pleasure shot through your whole body. You thrashed around and let out muffled cries as your climax took over all of your senses. You felt the wetness on your thighs as he lapped up your juices. You could feel him smiling while toying with your overstimulated clit. 

It was only after your orgasm subsided that you realized he hadn't entered you yet. A small kiss touched your face as you lay there panting heavily. "So good for me." he purred. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." You didn’t expect so much praise from a man like him, maybe you had been wrong about him. You reached up and pulled his face down onto yours in a heated kiss.

"I want you, Aegon." You said, once you broke apart. His lips curled into a smirk as he moved to rub his cock against your pussy. He was a very fucking good listener.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." Aegon said, his voice deep with lust. You bit your lip, thinking about how to describe how you wanted him to fuck you. You looked up and found him smirking down at you. “I want you to fuck me.” You whispered breathlessly.

Aegon let out a rough laugh, pushed your legs up onto his shoulders and aimed his cock at your opening. He rubbed himself against you, getting used to the position again and slathering his cock with your wetness. "I love that you're so eager." He growled out, slowly slipping inside of you. Your head fell back and your grip on his shoulders tightened. His cock was thick and the perfect length to hit your spot. 

"Oh god, Aegon..." You moaned loudly. He thrust his hips forward and the tip of his cock slipped past your cervix. You gasped and grabbed onto the sheets below you, feeling him slowly inch inside of you. You tensed up and clenched around his shaft, squeezing it tightly.

"Aegon!" you shouted out, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he continued to push more and more of his cock inside of you. You glanced up at him and saw his eyes closed tight as he concentrated on pushing deeper and deeper into you. "Fuck!" You cried out loud when he began violently thrusting inside of you.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, his voice strained. You shook your head no, unable to speak because of how full you felt. Aegon let out a grunt. "Good. I don't wanna hurt my pretty girl."

You whimpered as he pumped his hips faster and harder inside of you. He slammed his cock hard against your g-spot and each time he did it you cried out in pleasure. His thrusts started becoming sloppy and as he grunted. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he let go of your waist and grabbed your hips. You dug your nails into his strong shoulders and bit down on his shoulder.

"Fuck! Do you like this? Do you like having being fucked by me?!" Aegon groaned above you. You nodded frantically as he began hammering your cunt. His balls slapped against your thighs, and you arched your back, letting him pound away at your hole. 

"Fuck, Y/N!" He roared out as he rammed into you over and over again. His breaths became heavy and his movements slowed. He pulled out of you and before you could whimper at the loss of him he flipped you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up against him and fisted your hair. “You’re too pretty… Im cumming too fast.” He groaned out. He began slamming into you again and you screamed out in pleasure.

"P-please." You begged, grinding yourself against his cock. He raised his hand and slapped your ass cheek. It sent a tingling sensation throughout your cheek and surely left a mark.

"I'm going to make sure you remember this night." He groaned. Aegon pushed your hips down and laid himself on top of you. When he moved his cock it hit your spot perfectly causing you to cry out. Your cunt clenched around his shaft and he whimpered. He held onto your hip and buried his head in your neck.

His thrusts picked up speed and he was pounding into you harder than ever before. You gripped onto the sheets beneath you and called out his name. His pace quickened until he was slamming his cock into you over and over again. You tried to keep up but soon you were biting down on your lower lip as you came again.

"Oh god!" You cried out as another wave of pleasure washed over you. Your entire body tensed up and your toes curled. He slowed his pace and placed gentle kisses onto your neck. Aegon slowly slid out of you and turned you so you were facing him again. He slid himself inside you and your head felt faint at the intrusion. 

"My sweet Y/N." He purred into your ear. He pushed your legs further up onto his shoulders and began pumping into you again. He gripped your hips tightly and began pulling you into him. He was gentler this time and kept his mouth right above yours as he pumped himself inside of you.

His breathing grew heavier and his grunts louder. His thrusts became erratic and he pounded into you as if he couldn't get enough. You wrapped your hands around his neck and stared into his blue eyes as they glazed over with lust. “Good boy.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to say it but you did. He moaned out and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Cum for me baby.” you purred into his lips. He grunted and released a string of words that you couldn't understand. You giggled and kissed him deeply. He shoved his tongue into your mouth and you sucked on it eagerly.

He growled into your mouth and bucked his hips. His cock twitched inside of you and he let out a low grunt. He held on to your hips as he shot off inside of you. He moaned into your mouth and buried his face into your neck. His cock pulsated and spurted inside of you and you could feel the warm liquid coating your insides. Aegon pulled himself out so the last bit ended up on your clit. 

He collapsed onto your chest and his cock slipped free of you. His breath was heavy and he was panting heavily. He stared into your eyes as he breathed and you stroked his hair. You weren’t quite sure what to say after that.  After a few moments he lifted himself up and grabbed some tissues from the box beside your bed. 

Aegon gently wiped away any liquids he left on your body and gently kissed the areas he left marks. He was being so sweet, it surprised you. He climbed back into bed with you and snuggled close. You pulled the covers up to hide your nudity and cuddled up next to him.

"Will you stay with me?" He murmured into your ear. The idea he would be the type of person to ask that shocked you. You brushed his sweaty hair out of his face and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “If you want me to.” You whispered.

He smiled at you and tugged the blanket up over you. "I'll hold you to that." He said and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. You cuddled close to him and drifted off to sleep. You were definitely going to regret this in the morning.

[flimsy-roost]

"There is no value in posthumously assigning disability or neurodivergent labels to historical figures. If the medical cops gatekeepers community at the time did not see fit to do so, we cannot assume ourselves to be better informed without the ability to observe that person while they were alive. Not all geniuses were autistic, not all brilliant artists were bipolar, and it is always self-indulgent and disrespectful to assign them these labels *coughbecausedisabilityisinherentlyshamefulcough*"

one journal entry among hundreds of similar content: my lovely wife (with whom, transcendentally melodious though her voice may be, I have never been able to have a full conversation and am deeply fearful I never will), insists that I must bathe and don my itchiest coat to present at the dumb boring stuffy entomological society so that we may yet make rent. after much consternation, I requested that she accompany me (for I have forgotten where the building stands), but for reasons I cannot grasp she is not allowed to enter (vampiric suspicion, perhaps?). i wish i were an immortal bug to live forever among my favored creatures

[fandomtrumpshate]

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[hxhhasmysoul]

So, fanfic ideas.... If JJK and HxH characters were in No Power world, what would their job be if not become Jujutsu Sorcerer or Hunter (in your opinion)? Why? Please pick your top 5 fav characters from each.....

HxH

I have written several no powers moder AUs for this fandom. There's a lot that can be done with these guys.

Gon

I often put Gon in some field researcher shoes, in some biology filed, I did entomology and marine biology. But any specialisation suits him as long as he can go and observe by himself. He could also do some pro sport, team sports are interesting for him because how his personality is kinda both suited for it and clashes with it. I have also pictured Gon as an investigator and an artist, as he's very curious by nature and also creative.

Killua

For me Killua always starts off trapped in the plans his parents make for him. He's following his parents clan plans, be it business, law, medicine, competitive sport. And you can either make him try to make it his own or try to break off into something else. He's analytical and good at handling things and planning ahead so administrative work actually suits XD what a horrible thing to say. But also jobs that would lean into his protective side.

Alluka

She gives me very strong creative vibes, so any art or design related job suits her. She would also be good with people, she lives with Nanika and such cohabitation requires a lot of people skills.

Nanika

She wants to be around others but also to heal, so I see her as a doctor.

Canary

I've written her as an engineer, as a journalist, doctor. She gives off a nerdy vibe but she also has very high integrity. She could also do well as a fixer, considering how well she handled Amane.

Leorio

Doctor is obvious, it's a normal job. But he could also be any form of activist or idealistic politician. He could work as a community organiser, or someone helping troubled youth. He has this strong drive for serious societal change.

____________

JJK

I've never written a modern AU for this fandom.

Yuuji

Gege said that Yuuji would be a firefighter if he wasn't a sorcerer and that's a very good job for him. But any first responder job suits him. He's also good with animals so he could work at a rescue or sanctuary. He could also do well in medical fields because he's kind and strong and listens to what others tell him. He would make a great nurse or physiotherapist. But also a surgeon, that requires a lot of stamina and strength. Though doctor would feel more like mum pushing him into things because he's not very bookish. But we know his mum is capable of steering his life and development.

Nobara

Model, actress, idol - she's got the drive for it and the interest in being seen, making her mark. But also engineer, mechanic, repair person and obviously a carpenter. Wood has a lot of personality and I think she'd appreciate that. I could see her making furniture.

Kenjaku

They are very versatile. They could be a researcher, human reproduction comes to mind first, but to be honest whatever would catch their fancy they would just go for it. They are clearly a jujutsu and barrier nerd, so that could translate to physics or mathematics or maybe psychology? They could also embrace a career in comedy. But I also see Kenjaku as doing spy stuff, running intelligence or counter intelligence operations. They are so good at plotting, putting pieces on the board exactly where they want it.

Sukuna

Any high powered job would suit him, anything that would let him look down on others - business, politics, organised crime. But also teaching, especially university teaching, omg he has the professor vibes. He knows so much and he judges others on not having studied enough. But he also wants his students to excel, it's just that they will excel through tears, cursing his name. He could also be a therapist, some people in jjk already think he is one.

Yorozu

Scientist and engineer suit her. Cybernetics would be good for her, or working exotic materials and states of matter. Entomology too but more as a hobby that informs her studies. But also a wedding planner, she absolutely knows what's up. She'd specialise in theme weddings.

[doctordonovan]

this is your regular ( increasingly desperate ) psa. maeve isn't a medical doctor. she has three phds: genetics, entomology, botany. please - please - unless you actively want her to be very hesitant / closed off with your muse don't imply any of these aren't real sciences or are just hobbies.

I have a larger hc coming but all three are VERY important: both to her and the world.

her main expertees are -

genetics: linked to cancer research

botany: specifically plant genetics and bacteriology. "The science to help support higher production and cultivation of crops resistant to pests, pathogens, and drought".

entomology: based at the cross section between entomology and parasitology. "Develop epidemiological surveillance tools and strategies for prevention and control of vector borne diseases" with her focus within that being "to help treat parasitic disease in humans"

yes, she has extra degrees on top of these but these are the main three. can she bandage you if you're beaten up? sure. she knows first aid and her friends are often idiots. can she do complete surgeries or prescribe medication? no. not that kind of doctor.

[themorrtuary]

Welcome to The Mortuary

Adding this because it's become more important as we've used this blog more. If we don't like you, we're gonna block you. Doesn't matter if you don't think you did anything or haven't even interacted with you. If we don't like your vibe or something, you're getting blocked. Deal with it, we don't owe you interaction, much less friendship.

ED ACCOUNTS AND SH ACCOUNTS DNI. IM SICK OF SAYING IT.

We are a medically recognized DID system of ~200 members (recognized by therapist and psychologist yippee!)

Currently, we have no set host, but people will identify themselves post by post.

Our collective names are Richie or Michael and our pronouns are He/They/Xe (Unless stated otherwise on specific posts, refer to us by those. No exceptions. Not even if you think we're close because I guarentee we are not.) We are bodily white and ethnically and religiously Jewish, and we are currently dating our wonderful partner, the BlueStarSystem

Main fronter names and info!!!

- Robbie // 🪲 // He/Him // TH and Symptom Holder

- Max // 💣 // They/He // Symptom holder/Protector

- Azazel // {txt} // None // Prosecutor/TH

- Barnaby // 🧦 // He/They // Caretaker, Gatekeeper

- Leland // ♟️ // He/Him // Protector and Symptom Holder // @leland-needful <- Leland's Blog

- Opal // 🤍 // They/She // TH

- Frank // 🦋 // They/Them // Symptom holder

- Orpheus // 🪽 // They/He/Xe/Sin // Prosecutor

We are going to make DID related content (experiences, memes, that stuff) on a hopefully regular basis.

We're here to share our opinions and our experiences through time, not just about system problems but about our interests too.

Our main interests at the moment include: South Park, Entomology (insects), Welcome Home, Mycology (Fungus), Spiderman, Archeology, Stardew Valley, Osteology (Bones), Animal Crossing, Music theory, FNAF, Metal Family, Malevolent, and The Magnus Archives!

(I know that's a lot for saying our main interests but we really do like a lot of things and we would love to share them with all those that would like to listen and share in our joy of them!!)

DNI:

• Endos/Non-traumagenic systems

• Pro/Comshippers

• people that slander PDs. Specifically, cluster B, we ourselves have ASPD and BPD, so we will not tolerate that shit.

• Zoophiles

• Loli/Shotacon

• MAPS/Pedos

• If you're gonna fetishize our fictives, they're all fairly open about their sources and sometimes will include them in sign-offs or Source-based posts.

• NSFW/kink accounts

•SH/pro-ana/ eating disorder accounts (literally go fuck yourself, the shit we had to go through that almost killed us isn't an aesthetic or a fucking good thing.)

(Surely there is more to be added, but we will worry about that later)

~{Azazel}