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vaultedoverthehorse · 3 months ago

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Bly didn't like fighting. He only fought when necessary - and he didn't see punching his brothers on Kamino as necessary. Perhaps that was why he came back from training the bloodiest. Alpha-17 wouldn't have commented on it, except for the fact that he'd seen the pairings today. Bly had been partnered with Fox - and though Fox was the best fighter, he wouldn't have done that. The bloody nose, split lip, black eye - no, Fox was too smart for that. On Wolffe, maybe. But that's because Wolffe wouldn't back down. On Bly, however? On Bly, Fox would push him around for long enough that the longnecks weren't suspicious - and then Bly would tap out, both vod walking away unscathed. So, to Alpha-17, it all just seemed suspicious.

Despite it being suspicious, Seventeen wasn’t about to baby the cadets. They were soldiers - in four short years, they would be commanders. They would be in charge of entire legions of troopers. They needed to learn how to deal with adversity. Besides, the longnecks already disliked the batch - they’d be looking for any reason to decommission them. They were loud, independent, and didn’t listen well enough. No matter how many suicides Seventeen ran them through. But they were good, too good to be decommed. Sometimes Seventeen wondered if there was a mutation in their batch that made them this way. Kote was smarter and more creative, Fox more observant and cunning, Wolffe more brash and aggressive, Ponds more sensitive and adaptive. And Bly was more emotionally intelligent, more reasonable. If it didn’t put a target on their backs, Seventeen would be proud.

Currently, he was in the Commando’s barracks, cleaning his armor over and over. The others were off somewhere, leaving a tense silence that clung to everything like dust. He should’ve expected something would go wrong - it always does. As he reached for his chest plate, the door to the barracks slid open. Before he could even look up, he heard little footsteps running up to his bed. He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Cadet, you can’t-“ Seventeen started to chastise, but was cut off by the boys high-pitched ramble. Ponds was always the closest with Bly, so Seventeen hadn’t been surprised earlier when he seemed the most worried. But by now he should’ve moved on - bad things happened in war. That’s what this training was - the Nulls were preparing the cadets to survive. Seventeen was preparing his batch to survive. They couldn’t be soft.

“Bly - he’s - he’s really hurt.” Ponds seemed to be genuinely scared for his brother. Seventeen sighed, pushing his armor off to the side. “Cadet, he’s got a black eye and a split lip...I can’t just-“

Again, Ponds cut him off. He’ll be running laps around the facility for hours because of that. “Please, he got stabbed or - or something-“

Seventeen’s brow furrowed, his body tensing as if ready to fight. “….he what?” It had supposed to have been a melee session. And even if it hadn’t been, they never used weapons that would result in a stabbing. Getting stunned or shot, sure. But stabbed?

Ponds nodded, his eyes wide with fear. “B-Bric took over for Fox and Bly still wouldn’t fight and then-“

Seventeen had already stood up, and started walking to the door. The moment Ponds told him it was Bric, any surprise had left him. Bric didn’t think the clones were human - to him, they were just pets who needed to be trained, and aggression was his favorite tool. He was known to be cruel in training. Pulling a blade wasn’t the worst thing he’d done. But to one of Seventeen’s batch? He wanted to pull Bric’s stupid head off and throw him into the sea below.

“Let’s move, cadet.” He said tensely, motioning for Ponds to follow. Relief crossed Ponds’ face, and that hurt even more - did he think Seventeen wouldn’t care? There was no time to dwell on it now. Not if he had a kid bleeding in the cadets barracks.

The door to the cadets barracks slid open, and instantly the sounds of bickering could be heard from his batch’s bunks.

“It’s not supposed to look like that-“

“Guys-“

“-turn it around-“

“-it’s not a big deal-“

“-I got it-“

“-Wolffe get away-“

“-guys!”

Seventeen rounded the corner, and the scene before him was worse than he’d thought. Somehow the batch had gotten their hands on a medpac, and they were currently trying to place a bacta patch on Bly’s stomach - which was bleeding profusely. Kote was kneeling before him, a look of concentration on his face that would be funny in any other situation. Fox was over his shoulder, correcting him on every move he made, even though Fox didn’t know anything about medical care either. Wolffe was to Fox’s left, looking ever so slightly worried as he watched his brother’s work. All of them were too focused to notice Seventeen as he neared.

Cleaning his throat, Seventeen gave the batch his best glare. “What’s going on here?”

Wolffe jumped, then instantly looked angry at the fact that he had been scared. He gave Ponds a betrayed look, then looked at Seventeen. “Sir, we-“

Seventeen shook his head to silence him, then focused on Kote. “Move.” He said harshly, and the boy dropped the bacta patch and scurried to the side. Bly looked terrified, not saying a word as Seventeen kneeled before him. “This isn’t how you put a bacta patch on. You should clean the wound first if possible.” He took a pack from the medpac, ripping it open with his teeth.

Fox cleared his throat, watching Seventeen curiously. “Sir, we-“

“Not now.” Seventeen spoke tersely. He pulled the disinfectant pad out, and started to wipe down the wound. He ignored the hiss of pain Bly let out, instead speaking to the other four cadets. “Go to mess. You’re late enough as it is.” There was some scuffling and angry whispering behind him, before they finally shuffled out. The tension in the barracks was thick. Seventeen could feel Bly shaking slightly as he cleaned the wound.

Seventeen dropped the disinfectant pad to the side, looking up to meet Bly’s eyes. “Want to tell me how this happened?”

Bly looked away, taking a deep breath. “Yes, sir.” He was always the best with decorum, and for once Seventeen hated it - Bly should be angry, all his brothers would be. But instead he seemed defeated. “I - I wouldn’t fight at training today.”

Seventeen nodded, activating a bacta patch. “And?”

“A-and Bric caught on…he said I needed to be ‘motivated,’ sir.”

Seventeen felt his jaw clench, his hands shaking as he applied the bacta patch onto Bly’s wound. It wasn’t as deep as it looked, but he still wasn’t happy about it. “…it’s not your fault, cadet.”

Bly’s lip quivered, and he watched Seventeen carefully. “…am I going to be decommed.”

Seventeen jumped, dread spreading through his veins. “What?”

“Bric said that I was-“ Bly’s voice broke, tears filling his eyes. “-defective.”

Seventeen shook his head, pulling the boy in for a hug. He wasn’t ever physically comforting with his batch, but he cared for them. And seeing one of them cry because of the Nulls made him feel angry and guilty. “Bly, you aren’t defective.” He heard the boy sniffle, felt his blacks growing wet. Bly pulled away, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks.

“B-but why-“

“Bric’s a kriffing arse.” Seventeen spat out. “You aren’t defective, you’re fine. You’re just unique, and that’s a good thing vod’ika.”

Bly nodded. He didn’t seem comforted, but it was all Seventeen could give him. At least the tears were slowing. Seventeen stood up, leaving the contents of the medpac spread around their room. “Come on, cadet. Let’s get you to the mess.”

Bly nodded, wiping his cheeks as he stood. The two walked in silence, Bly a step behind as if they were marching to battle. Seventeen kept his head up high, trying to ignore the feelings of guilt gnawing at him. The hallways were dead, apart from a few soldiers walking back from mess. When they arrived at the said room, Seventeen stood by the door. Bly looked up at him, as if waiting for permission. Seventeen nodded at the boy, and watched him walk to Command Batch 02’s usual table. He slid into his usual seat next to Ponds, who slid him an untouched tray. Seventeen watched from a distance as Bly’s eyes started to light up, watched the laughter as Wolffe and Fox bickered over something stupid. And Seventeen wondered: what was the point to it all? When they graduated they’d be split up to all corners of the galaxy. He was raising them like lambs to a slaughter, waiting for their deaths.

Even if there was nothing he could do, at least they had each other for now. Seventeen stood up straight, then turned on his heel and left the mess. He couldn’t stand to watch them anymore.

#Command Batch 02 (read: Family)#the command batch #Star Wars #the clone wars #commander Fox #commander Bly #commander ponds #commander Wolffe #commander Cody #alpha 17 #I just love Bly so much #also it’s just so funny to me that like #I’m making Bly the best at following orders but then like #he’s gonna go get married to aayla #I love this batch

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ardienothesieno · 2 months ago

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guess what? more ddvau theorizing woohoo!!!

this one about family stuff. to be clear: these are some theories ive had, and they probably will be made null and void by future chapters. (though the more data ive collected to throw this post together is just solidifying these way further into my mind. they just make so much sense.) but thought i'd share them anyways!!!!

so. i believe grian and jimmy's parents are these three individuals. florencia and sparrow are grian's mom and dad (sparrow is the only avian mutant listed in the parent references, and florencia's design is very purple and we keep seeing doodles of her that just feel very watcher-y and ominous.) and canary is jimmy's mom (i mean come on her name is CANARY)

grian states in chapter 9 that he and jimmy are cousins when jimmy refers to the pair of them as "the great witch brothers," but then in chapter 16 they seem to refer to the same person as "dad."

aaand here are a few doodles from the parent reference image post that i think are of note

SO. MY THEORY.

sparrow and canary are siblings. sparrow at some point had a kid with florensia (but i think they probably split up pretty early on). canary was a single mother, and she and sparrow teamed up to raise grian and jimmy together. meaning sparrow is teeechnically jimmy's uncle, but he just calls him dad. and i dont think grian has ever mentioned his mom in any of the comics?

and like it could also be that sparrow and canary are a couple instead of siblings... but both of them having bird names and jimmy and grian being cousins makes me think that they're both single-parent siblings who raised their kids together.

NOW THIS LEADS INTO MY SECOND THEORY

yeah the brain is working overtime today

so, assuming that florencia is grian's bio mom. for her power it's listed that she's a prophet.

now based on the other parents and who they correspond with (and i think this was mentioned in a worldbuilding post) powers are genetic. like, tango's dad is a fire elemental and his mom has red eyes. jimmy's mom is an empath, which matches up with jimmy's powers of mind reading.

now grian has avian mutations from his dad, but. not really anything obviously from his mom. he can heal super fast, but i dont really think that being able to tell the future translates into speed healing very well.

AND THEN.

in chapter 14, when gem is questioning grian about if he has any other notable mutations, both he and mumbo get VERY visibly nervous. and he brushes off the question by going "uh duh i've got wings"

i didnt notice this my first few read-throughs of this chapter, but now that i have noticed it i think it is very much so obvious that he is hiding something.

almost like... grian has a secret third power... that he doesnt want to reveal to anyone...

AND THIS IS BACKED UP BY ANOTHER BIT FROM CHAPTER 9

where jimmy talks to grian about training their powers. ...which of grian's known powers would he need training for??? having wings??? innate speed-healing????

hmm. no.

GRIAN HAS A SECRET THIRD SUPERPOWER.

boom bam ddvau secrets revealed ma'am

uh. this has been your daily theorizing session with ardie. thanks for showing up!

ddvau is by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 (on the off chance you guys see this-- you are so freaking good at storytelling. i dont know if any of the stuff i said here is even close to being correct but this is the hardest ive theorized about a piece of media for years. YEARS. i am going insane)

#but that's just a theoryyyyy. an ARDIE theory.#ddvau #double hearted #desert duo vigilante au #ddvau theories #ddvau grian #ddvau jimmy #ramblings #oc #someone save me the hyperfixation demons have taken over. it's all ddvau

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schwarzgeier · 4 months ago

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GEIER SQUAD TIMEEEEEE

I felt bad not really making a full squad for my original Geier , Null, so here they all are! Biggg Lore yap under cut

S-12 on Leng is a remote underground facility specializing in waste managment and serves as a connecting hub for smaller facilities around Leng. The Geiers here were deployed first after signs of potential bioresonant infection that they have been able to contain for now, while also coincidently helping with the waste incineration. Sierpinski-12s remote location was also chosen for it's natural secrecy and level of freedom to experiment with the Geiers anti-bioresonant modules by putting them up againts the local Commander/Kolibris.

And as you may notice , aside from Null, all the Geiers are nicknamed after different types of metal. This is due to their small. Incident when on their very first assingment of clearing out the infested lower levels, while cornering their enemies and burning them , they produced so much heat and flames they basically burned down the metal walls of the room . Literally melted it all off. The 4 new fledglings found it cool to name themselves after metals . Null was not there and already had a name.

GEIR LS12 - 000 - "NULL" -

The first ever succesfuly deployed Geier to service . Was originaly deployed as a solo unit until AEON came to the conclusiom GEIRs work best in squads of 5 and Null was given additonal 4 squadmates . Null is what most associate when thinking of a Geier unit. Quiet , stoic but not rude . Keeps to herself unless provoked . Incredibly numb to most events happening around her, mostly due to the bioresonant supressor module being so strong for the first deployments. Wears her mask often as a form of comfort . Special to her though is her one-on-one spar sessions with the Commander every week . They are heavily classified and they happen in isolation from other replikas. These spars are often the highlight of the week for both Null and Falke , they can both go full out on eachother with no restraints. Rest of the Nulls cadre often tease her for having "longer sessions" with Falke then anyone else but Null isn't bothered. Her Cadre is there , they stand all together and she will die for them if needed. Just don't expect her to gush. Or talk about the pret- i mean respected Commander

GEIR LS12 - 003 - "KOBALT"

GEIR LS12 - 004 - "ALLOY"

First of the new additions to S-12, Kobalt ! She's often identifiable by her tendency to growl or mutter out responses and her seemingly constant frown. She's not as reactive as a Storch ofc , still a Geier. She , similair to Null, likes sparring and getting her armor dented in any way she can , which often leads to her trying to spar with Null since she's the most experienced. Null entertains her sometimes but it keeps ending with Kobalt in a leg lock . With her being the most reactive , Kobalt is often the Geier that yanks Aras from vents or stares at a suspiscious gestalt with a glare so strong they can piss themselves . She's working on it but since she hasn't hurt anyone really yet , a firm scolding is the most she got. She barks at strangers like a dog but doesn't have the confidence yet to bite.

The resident "softie" of the group , well as much of a softie as a Geier can be. She still can bend a replikas spine in half . But in general she has become the go to Geier for all the Eules or Aras searching for any help. Moving boxes ? She'll grab em all. Scary sounds in the vents? Checks em out , no questions asked. Someone (she doesn't know who still) left her a fuzzy blanket as a gift for the help and she has fallen in love with it since . It led to an almost comical scene of all the Geiers gathering around her bunk , poking and proding the blanket in confusion. Often she chooses to tie her hair a bit lower for identification . Alloy is just a pretty reserved girl that needs lot of coaxing to speak her mind. She's reliable , watches her strength and just doesn't want suprises.

GEIR LS12 - 005 - "SILVER"

GEIR LS12 - 003 - "COPPER"

Silver may be named after the shiny pretty silverwear that draws your attention but it funnily enough became more associated with her. Tounge iykwim. Her tendency to give blunt compliments catches lot of people off guard but I suppose it's a side effect of her gay brain and a very blunt Geier brain. Doesn't take stuff too seriously and kinda goes through her job like a dad at a barbeque in a hawain t-shirt . She's the most recognizable from the cadre having a visible burn scar on her entire left forearm from an accident that happened during flamethrower/gas tank maintnence. Not many spare GEIR arms laying around so scars it is. This also started her small. Masochism streak? Silver is the only one who finds the numbness a bit bothersome sometimes , and physical sensations of any kind are the easiest avenue to feel. Anything really. She controls it of course but indulgances happen. During downtime Silver loves letting down her hair and lounging around or watching other replikas in their activities. Eules dancing , Stars shooting or her fellow Geiers relaxing . Or "accidently" flirting with anything within her vascinity coughcough

Biggest stick up her ass . Or at least she acts like it fjfjf. Cooper is. A bit of a weirdo among the Geiers but not a bad one. Sticking to protokols and rules is her way of keeping the peace and prevents any scuffles from happening . Her duty to nation and law creates bit of a conflict inside her head,which in Geiers often results to a borderline brain shutdown. Contradiction should not be possible yet Copper has them. Being drawn to the burnt corpses that she leaves behind , catching herself wanting to make exceptions to rules for her close ones or her weakness to shiny trinkets , all of these little habits make her spiral sometimes. She is fully capable of marching up to the Commander and begging for her decommisioning. She hasn't of course , yet , mostly cause part of her is too embarrased to admit she finds her constant thoughts about Kolibris cute height kinda heretical .

Sorry for the big yap

#signalis #signalis fanart #my art #oc #signalis oc #geier #geier signalis #null #kobalt #silver #alloy #copper #I AM FINALLY FINISHED WITH THIS MY GOD I CAN RETURN TO NORMAL YURI DOODLES #it took forever bleh but im happy to finally have solid descriptions and info for these goobers #i dont expect much from this posting its mostly here if anyone wants context for any doodles i make in future #falke #falke signalis #kolibri #kolibri signalis

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rainecreatesstuff · 7 months ago

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right not to get ahead of ourselves but I’ve had the best idea for another life series:

Past Life.

They start off with the normal traffic life system, but other than that, no rules or mechanics other than the very basic ones. Every session, a number of players are randomly selected, and randomly assigned different life seasons. Until the end of the session, they are to play exactly as they would if they were in that season.

Of course, the interpretation of this is entirely up to the individual players. I imagine for most seasons they would be given the actual mechanics for the time they’re playing that season. For example, if someone gets assigned secret life, a task will pop up in their inventory. Limited life players are playing with the clock system until the end of session, double life players are linked to their soulmates (maybe their previously assigned one, maybe a completely new one). Last lifers can gift lives, and maybe have a chance of being assigned boogeyman as well.

Like I said, it’s completely up to the players how they wanna interpret the prompt. Maybe to one person, it just means playing with a new set of rules and mechanics, maybe others decide they are fully embodying their character from that season, and their current alliances and grudges are null and void. Maybe some players tell their allies and others decide not to.

This would not only be a fun return to earlier mechanics and perhaps even character dynamics, it would also return the series (in my opinion) to feel more pvp oriented. You don’t know when your teammate might suddenly become a whole different person and stab you in the back. As well, you don’t know what rules other teams are playing with. Maybe you’re not allowed to team a red with a green, but others are. Maybe you, at times, don’t even know that killing someone will actually drop them, cuz it won’t if they’re on a clock. And if you’ve got the secret life heart system, well, do you keep that a secret? Do you tell people that when you lose health, it’s gone for the session? Is it safer or more dangerous?

I feel like we’re at the point now where a sort of nostalgia cycle is starting to hit people for third and last life especially, and we’ve also seen so many different mechanics that i think some people are starting to feel like it’s distancing itself too much from the original series. I feel like this would be a really fun way to sort of roll back and revisit the older seasons, and might give people who are feeling a bit less connected to the newer mechanics a sort of connection and closure with the older seasons so the creators can move on with bigger things.

Of course, probably none of this will ever happen, but I genuinely think it would be so cool and fun both in a narrative sense and a meta sense.

#life series #traffic smp #traffic series #trafficblr #third life #last life smp #double life smp #limited life #secret life smp #wild life smp #raine rambles

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saphig-iawn · 7 months ago

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Made to Play, Forced to Watch

My weekend plan for this doll was set, we were to have a narrative hypnosis session.

I adore these sessions because it not only involves incredibly deep and long form hypnosis, but it treats my subject to an experience unlike anything else.

The last time I had this doll for a narrative session, I sealed her inside a painting, and hung that painting in my bedroom so she could observe the little things I'd get up to in there.

Well, the thought of being on display but completely unable to partake consumed this doll. The whole week fed this fantasy and it grew into something that she just needed to feel.

So, after some gentle fractionation, bringing her down so softly on my lap, she found herself in front of those tall wooden doors.

She knocked, that familiar tremble in her hands. A tremble that knew it was on the cusp on something powerful.

The doors opened on their own, unveiling the grand hallway she had visited before, the warm light of the rustic kitchen aglow at its end.

Then she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase.

A hand gently glided down the bannister, emerald green nails caught the sun spilling in from the skylights.

I came into view. A long satin robe graced the steps, its hems lined with feathers. It was open, revealing a deep green corset, adorned with bows and lace. Stockings and suspenders completed the look.

She felt her heart beating faster.

I alighted the stairs and approached her, my dark auburn hair cascading down my shoulders.

She could feel herself slipping into my eyes, but the feeling my hands taking hers grounded her, like a puppet's strings going taut.

Tacitly, I gently pulled at her hands to bring her with me upstairs.

She was speechless, completely lost in being guided. Her mind was racing but her thoughts were raw. No words could describe the maelstrom that was raging inside her.

We moved into the bedroom, an intimately dark space that felt like it hugged very curve of her, like everything inside those four walls was designed to heighten her senses.

I positioned her in front of the grand poster bed, and with a gentle press at the centre of her chest she sat on the edge of the bed.

Instinctively, she pooled her hands in her lap, but a snap of my fingers caused them stir.

A rubber clad woman walks in. Her posture is straight, her movements are deliberate, like a finely tuned clockwork doll.

She moves swiftly to bed and pulls my doll back in recline, as I mount my doll.

The gasp that escapes her lips is caught by a rubber hand and returned to her lips as the rubber woman restrains my doll.

With meticulous efficiency, I undressed my doll, savouring how she squirmed beneath me.

Then I began to rub and stroke her. Her rubber gag turned her moans into sweet music.

She could feel that ache building, that sweet pressure swelling, but then it... plateaued. It felt restrained, confined, like a balloon trying to expand in someone's grip.

She rutted against my hand nonetheless, her eyes rolling back, and that was when she saw a grand mirror suspended from the ceiling.

Her rutting stopped as it finally clicked in her mind why her pleasure was been toyed with.

Underneath my hand was no longer her sweet dolly parts, but a rubber null bulge, the reflection of the room was warped beneath my hand.

That was when she felt a kiss.

My face took up her whole vision, my green lipstick glistened in the warm light.

There was a danger in my eyes.

Her lips began to tingle.

She watched as the her in the reflection's lips began to glisten, and then shine with gloss, as my lipstick began to spread. Soon her lips were so sensitive as her mouth began to shift into a pleasurable rubber cocksleeve. She tried so hard to utter a sound but only deep moans came out.

The rubber woman restraining her plunged her fingers into the doll's mouth. She began to suck on them like that was the only thing she was made to do.

Her mind was on fire. She was questioning everything, pleading why this was happening to suddenly, why she felt compelled to, why it felt so good.

Another finger snap split the soundscape of the room, and the rubber woman removed herself from the bed, keeping her fingers in the rubberising doll's mouth.

She began padding at her plump latex lips, seeing if it was a dream. The latex felt so smooth, so good.

Her fingers began to tingle.

They began to glisten.

They began to shine with gloss.

Her skin was becoming alive with pleasure, and she just couldn't help but run her fingers over her body.

The rubber spread even more.

Slowly her legs began to straighten out and part. Her fingers gently pulled together, as her elbows began to bend into position.

Her thoughts began to rubberise too. Soon her own name became lost to the latex, thinking herself as only Doll. The focus of her thoughts changed from analysing the changes and trying to reconcile with the magic talking hold to wonder why Owner wasn't using her, why Owner was playing with her, where Owner was, why was Owner using her.

Soon she could do nothing but moan through her open rubber mouth, and stare at her immobile new form in the suspended mirror.

The room began to move and spin around her, as a gentle pressure gained purchase on her hips.

She was being moved.

Her mind was still trying to call out to Owner, trying to plead.

Only moans came from her hole.

She found herself now facing the bed, the rubber woman stood to attention in front of her.

The new blow-up doll lit up in delight at seeing Owner.

She hoped Owner was finally going to play with her.

But then her pleading blossomed with a deep yearning as I began to explore the rubber woman in front her. Tracing her curves, and savouring every part of her.

Doll moaned in protest as I made my move.

I rubbed my hand across the rubber woman's mouth, sealing it in more latex. Her eyes widened and she began to moan with twinned arousal and trepidation. I smoothed her arms into her sides and firmly began to shape her. Each pass over her body made her moans deeper but ever so quieter

Her figure became a suggestion of her former body. Her features vague in their femininity.

All the Doll could do was watch as the new rubber cock, quietly moaning and still, was delicately picked up and gently inserted into myself. The Doll was screaming inside her rubber head, begging Owner to use her instead, to use the new toy on her too, she wanted it, she needed it. Hearing the quiet moans of the rubber toy disappear inside me drove her even wilder.

But she couldn't do a thing about it. Just sit, and watch, and listen. Her rubber nullge aching, her inflated breasts yearning to be groped.

I used that new rubber cock in its entirety, letting every curve of her feel me and my pleasure. I could feel her moans like a gentle vibration.

My moans heightened, my bucking and rutting picked up, and the frozen expression of lust on the Doll's face was bringing me closer and closer to climax.

Doll could tell, but her mind was being ever more consumed by the rubber. All she could think was of Owner, she was barely begging any more, just voicing simple pleas into the void of her rubber mind over and over: Owner fuck Doll... Owner fuck Doll... Owner fuck Doll...

Her mind sparked back into life as my load graced her glossy body. The yearning and begging trembled into existence like a rising chorus.

I snapped my fingers, and outside of the Doll's vision, another rubber woman enters the bedroom holding a velvet cushion.

I retrieve the toy and delicately place her on the cushion. Trained ears would've been able to hear gentle breathing and whimpering.

Doll's ears were full of her own lust.

With a grin, I glided over to my Doll and gripped her nullge in my hand.

Like a wind-up toy, her mind began to rattle through the very few phrases still left in her mind; phrases drenched in rubber and lust.

In an instant she could feel a climax building, how she was finally being used by Owner.

And then she felt a sagging. A pull. An inexorable folding inwards, little by little.

If she was able to look down she would've seen my eyes ablaze with mischief as I had just undone her air valve.

The throes of her pleasure began to stretch, achingly so. The rushing air slowing her thoughts, making each grope of her nullge feel like a plunge of a hand into molasses.

But the pleasure kept building. I kept rubbing and groping and using my rubber Doll as her form slowly deflated in my grasp. I could feel her climax getting closer and closer.

Doll was still near the beginning, as the pleasure continued to distort and bend in her perception, her pleasure separating like chromatic abberation and recompiling.

She was both so close to orgasm but also so far. She was caught and spread across the timeline of her climax, feeling it all, yet to feel it, already felt it.

Then, as the last bit of air left her rubber body, her pleasure recomplied one last time, culminating in a unified, all body orgasm.

But there was no movement.

No gasps.

No moans.

She was just limp, spent rubber.

Ablaze with pleasure but helpless to do anything about it.

I wanted something for her to remember this by when she woke up so I didn't even wipe her down before folding her back up and slipping her into my panty drawer.

But then again...

Who says I have to turn her back when I reinflate her.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

But she was oblivious to my little musings, swimming in a blissful dream of post-orgasm bliss, tucked away in my drawer.

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tenaciouschronicler · 2 days ago

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@homestuckreplay

As someone who does know code your guess is pretty spot on. Karkats confusion on the syntax comes from the fact TA's code tests the limits on what is considered a nested loop.

Lets break down Karkats code first.

~ATH(U) {

~ATH(Karkat) {

} EXECUTE(NULL);

THIS.DIE();

First lets take (Karkat) and make him equal to 1 for simplicity. The inner loop will keep going as long as (Karkat)=Alive=1. Once (Karkat) is no longer alive, or Dead=0, then that loop is exited and the following EXECUTE(NULL) occurrs. Whatever you want that code to do will go in the (NULL) space. The outer loop, (U)=1, will now keep looping until (U)=Dead=0 upon which the EXECUTE(NULL) will occur.

Now TA's code bifuricates, or forks/ branches, the Universe.

~ATH(U1) {

~ATH(!U2) {

} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS) {}EXECUTE(NULL));

} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){} EXECUTE(NULL));

[THIS, THIS].DIE();

Taking away the color coding, or the bifuricate, gives us code that follows the standard nested loops like Karkats. The purpose of bifuricating is to allow the loops to self perpetuate and execute immediately. In a way TA has used the Mobius Strip principle here.

~ATH(U1) {

~ATH(!U2) {

} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS) {}EXECUTE(NULL));

} EXECUTE(~ATH(THIS){} EXECUTE(NULL));

The blue loop executes when Universe 2 exists, (!U2)=1, while the red loop executes when Universe 1 dies, (U1)=0, making their base variables !U2=0 and U1=1. Again, taking away the bifuricate and looking at the inner loop, when the universe exists the code to execute changes the variable of the outer loop from U1 to !U2 (1 to 0). The outer loop would then execute code to replace the variable in the inner loop from !U2 to U1 (0 to 1). Bifuricating is necessary to allow the outer loop to affect the inner loop without ending the program.

Part of the reason the computer explodes is because with each pass of this code the variable changes to the opposite state needed to execute and carry on the code keeping it from ending. Eventually you'd end up with a BSOD in the best case and an exploded computer at worst. Same thing with why the curse goes on forever, the code never ends.

This works out well to mirror a lot of the looping we've experienced in the kids session with them and the exiles. You are absolutely right that the trolls have been bifuricated into two teams but keeping in mind how the code works, one cannot exist nor function without the other. Otherwise the program ends.

#i really hope this made sense. i tried really hard to make it simple to understand #bifuricate is such a weird word #homestuck #homestuck replay #hsrp retrospection #hsrp theories

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commanderhearteyes-r · 2 months ago

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Could I get a uh.. Shaunahat 6, 9, 18? But mostly 18. Definetly 18. thankss

I can definitely do this! I don’t love shaunahat, but I’m here to please lolololol. Thank you for clarifying with your second ask about the prompt list ☺️

Apologize for any mistakes I made, happy reading!

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You Never Could Say No To Me…

Shauna x Melissa

Prompts: 6) marathon session 9) revenge sex 18) a/b/o

Warnings for: g!p Shauna, a/b/o dynamics, hate sex, 18+ only

The hunt had really sparked something inside of Shauna, having the young blonde omega try to kill her was shocking. Shauna just couldn’t understand why the girl would stop short, she had wrecked their relationship and humiliated Melissa in front of the whole team. Why didn’t she kill her? For now that remains unanswered, Melissa hasn’t spoken a word to Shauna since the public scene of Shauna shooting at her. The feelings brewing inside of Shauna were confusing, because she didn’t want to be near Melissa. The girl had betrayed her by getting close to Hannah, if Shauna couldn’t trust the girl with one small thing - how was she meant to mate her? This makes the girl huff merely at the thought, she’s making herself mad all over again, but it’s a null point. Melissa is nowhere to be seen in camp as Shauna stalks around emanating pheromones that push all of the weaker girls away.

What Shauna has failed to pick up on until now though was a sweet and heady scent, unknown origin as of now. Melissa had never needed Shauna to help her through a heat, but perhaps this was the reason she was pacing like an antsy pup that couldn’t run off its energy. Melissa was the only girl she hadn’t laid eyes on today in camp. She stalks up to Gen and asks, “where’s Melissa?” The question is asked gruffly and she can’t help herself from being forward. Gen looks unwilling to answer, but Shauna is pushing out so many pheromones into the air that Gen can’t stop herself as she raises a finger pointing to her tent where Melissa resides, in submission to the antler queen. Shauna says nothing as she bristles to the opening of the tent.

Peeling back the layer of blankets that work as a door, Shauna is hit with the most overwhelming smell. The subdued sweet and heady scent of an omega in heat was now coming to her direct with nothing to dilute the potency. Her eyes dial in on the blonde omega laying on the floor writhing in her bed, “Melissa.”

At the sound of her name the girls head shoots up. Her forehead is soaked in a thin layer of sweat that is being cooled by the outside air as it comes. “Shauna?” The voice is apprehensive and stilted. Melissa is so fucking mad and upset at the girl she was head over heels in love with, but Shauna had ripped out her heart and laid it out for the whole camp to see. She shouldn’t be in here right now. “Shauna, get out.”

“You need me, I can feel it. You need me,” Shauna tries to persuade.

“Like hell I do, get out - before I have someone remove you,” Melissa grinds through her teeth. The stomach cramps were insatiable as she had no one to assist her through heat.

“No, I’m not leaving.” Shauna pushes her way inside and drops the blankets. Once again making the smell stronger, trapping the pheromones that were being released from Melissa as well as her scent of arousal.

“If you touch me, I’ll kill you,” Melissa makes her empty threat.

“We both know, you can’t. You’re just a little bitch omega, you need me to take care of you. It’s not a bad thing,” this spills from Shauna’s mouth as she kneels next to Melissa.

As much as Melissa wants to fight the advance the next few seconds are out of her control, “fuck me and then leave. I hate you.” The last bit was unconvincing. Shauna’s pheromones being near her are already sending her head into a dizzy spiral, she knows as well as Shauna that all she would need is a few rounds from the girl to lift the cramps and clear the partial brain fog. Realization hits her, Shauna was never leaving anyways so Melissa is gonna be rude while this happens, because she needs to maintain some semblance of control.

“I knew you would do what’s best for yourself Melissa, you never could say no to me...” The words are spoken with such a finality Melissa wonders if they’re true. Shauna is taking the time she has with the girl as a token, she missed the proximity of the omega. She wants to taste the girls lips, so she leans down - just before the contact is made Melissa slaps her, fucking hard. Shauna’s tongue is hit with a salty metallic taste, Melissa just busted her lip open. The internal soft feelings Shauna was having disappear, she’s gonna fuck this girl hard. She’s gonna show her what she’s missing.

“Don’t worry Shauna, you don’t have to be nice. I won’t be,” Melissa smirks up at the dark eyed girl. Her mouth is going to get her in trouble, she knows that Shauna is fucking crazy and she’s still letting it run with the wind. “Are you just gonna sit there all day, huh?”

Shauna hates to feel questioned as an alpha, Jackie had been at the top of that list. Now it seemed to be between Natalie or Melissa as the next top pick for questioning the girl. “Shut your fucking mouth, I’m helping you.” Shauna demands as she starts stripping Melissa of her clothes, the blonde girl doesn’t fight back against the chill that runs through her body. The cold air combined with her ex stripping her and her heat has her feeling a million things. But right now… she really needs Shauna to be buried inside of her. She needs it a million times over and she needs it hard and fast.

“Help me quicker, I’m not getting any younger.” The brattiness of it all spurred Shauna on and soon she had Melissa as naked as the day she was born.

Her own clothes were carefully removed so as to not be shredded and then Shauna leaned over Melissa to say, “is this mouth gonna keep going the whole time? You’re spoiled.”

Melissa wants to keep pissing the girl off, but only once she has her hardness buried inside of her sopping wet entrance. “I guess you’ll have to find out. You won’t leave one way or the other.”

This true spoken fact pissed Shauna off, she has had enough of Melissa’s childish games. The brunette grabbed her length and stroked herself a few times, pre-cum leaking over the head as she grunted in excitement. “Open your legs,” when the act was finished Shauna slotted herself in between them. Her cock in hand she said, “you’re lucky.”

“Maybe I would be, if only you’d use that thing.” That thing that was currently being stroked over her swollen lips. Melissa felt the head run up and down through her folds, it was a slippery mess down there due to the heat. But the lubrication wouldn’t be an issue with the slick she has coming out. The head pushes past her opening and Melissa’s eyes shut. “Shauuuuuna,” Melissa wraps her arms around the strong shoulders above her and she closes her eyes. She can’t believe she’s reduced to this, but none of the girls have their suppressants and she’s heard more than one of the pairs out here go through a heat and rut cycle.

Shauna is attempting to focus on not exploding immediately, she can’t be embarrassed like that. But holy shit, Melissa’s making it hard for her. Her cock is throbbing and the walls that wrap around and soak her dick are velvety smooth. The ridges she can feel are only serving to make her resolve weaker, she buries her head in Melissa’s shoulder as she works to bottom out and not cum. “You’re so fucking wet and you take me just like a good omega.”

Melissa likes those words, but for some reason she can’t remember in this moment - she’s mad. “I hate that you’re getting pleasure out of this too.” She feels Shauna blow an annoyed puff of air out of her nostrils.

“Well you can’t have everything, now can you?” Shauna has held herself back long enough, she starts thrusting into the omega violently and the results are immediate.

Melissa throws her head back and moans, the feeling of finally being filled by the alpha that occupies her mind has begun to send shivers down her spine, the cold sweat that was producing suddenly stops. Her legs wrap around Shauna’s hips and the girls are pressed as tightly as they possibly could be together. Shauna’s mind is definitely clouded with the situation, but as she fucks herself into Melissa she can feel the pressure in her mouth. Her teeth want to feel the satisfying sensation of Melissa’s smooth pale skin bursting under her canines. A mating mark? She couldn’t possibly be feeling the urge to do that right now. She shakes her head no and pulls her nose up to separate it from the direct source of Melissa’s pheromones, a little bit of clarity is gained at that.

Commotion is heard outside as the team argues about whether or not they should rip Shauna out of Melissa’s hut or not. This can’t be healthy for the two ex’s to be doing together and there are other alphas to help if she was in an immense amount of pain. To prove her worth in this instance Shauna leans all the way back up and grabs the back of Melissa’s thighs to push them down to the blonde girls chest. She bottoms herself out repeatedly, the slapping sounds heard fast and loud. This draws out more moans and begging pants, “fuck, fuck me Shauna. Ohhhhh god, fuck me harder.” The commotion outside stops at the words, the crowd dispels. Whatever Melissa and Shauna wanted to do was what would be happening clearly.

Shauna’s triumph is cut off by a sudden change of the grip around her and a lengthy moan. Melissa had just cum around her member. The pride swelling up in her chest was enough to burst, not that she’d say that to the bratty girl. The heat was changing her, Melissa never came that fast. She’d need to be taken care of multiple mores times until even a nap was considered.

The pace set by Shauna never faltered or slowed, but she did lean back down to tease the pale neck below with her teeth. She would keep her wits about her and not let the canines in her mouth protrude and attempt to give the horny small girl beneath her a mating mark. Her hips strained as she kept on working, the body beneath her rocking in time with the thrusts.

At the feeling of teeth grazing her neck Melissa’s body shook with need and desire. She hated it, “Shauna get your face away from mine, hit it from the back or something.”

Shauna wasn’t one to take requests from a brat, but she liked doggy style and she wouldn’t mind it. She pulled out to flip the little body beneath hers and then made sure Melissa slid her knees up so she was on her hands and knees before sliding back in. Her cock immediately being rewarded by the warm welcoming walls again, “I couldn’t bear the thought of looking at you anymore anyways. And your pheromones reek of wildflowers, it was making me sick.”

Melissa is enjoying her stretch as she takes it from the back, her face and hands pressed down into the soft makeshift bed. “You love my pheromones Shauna,” the young one wasn’t lying. Shauna had coined herself a “bee” and Melissa was just the bloomed “sunflower” that she was drawn to.

“I don’t know what you think you know, but you’re wrong.” Shauna grabs a handful of Melissa’s hair and using it to pull the body she’s fucking back into her thrusts. She gets some unintelligible words from Melissa before Shauna changes into slow deep thrusts that are most definitely wrecking her insides in the best way.

“Mmmmmmm fuckkkkkk, Shauna… my Sh… alpha please. Make me cum.” Melissa needs it, she begs as she tears at the thought of asking this of Shauna.

A hand reaches under her front to land on her clit and the second it receives any attention combined with her hearing, “cum for me, my sunflower,” Melissa is once again writhing. This time captivated by pleasure and the scent of Shauna as she is fucked into oblivion.

“Ahh ah ahhhh, oh my god.” She mumbles into the bed underneath her face. Shauna this time lets her recover for a moment, but the moment is brief.

“I want you to ride me,” Melissa groans her head and body is still spinning and her skin is hot with want. Shauna abruptly pulls out and lays herself next to Melissa, “well come on then.”

Rest time is over, Melissa sits up and rolls back on her knees. “So fucking bossy, give me this,” she grabs Shauna’s erect cock and lowers herself down on it. She hears Shauna groan and feels the girls hands slip onto her hips. Melissa takes a moment to adjust to the new angle and breathe, she missed smelling Shauna’s scent. She smells of jasmine and the early morning dew that wets the earth. Tears form for a moment while she reminisces the short time she had allowed herself to be wrapped up in this girls web. She starts bouncing and feels the throbbing length penetrating her deeply. If she can’t love Shauna, she may as well use her.

The new position is good for both of them, but Shauna wanted to be comfortable as she knew she was going to cum soon. She selfishly wanted to be the one flat on her back as she knotted Melissa so the other girl would have to lay her head on her chest. Her motives were no ones business but her own. Shauna’s hips were helping Melissa in her up and down motion, both girls were feeling the same exchange of energy and scents. The tent was full of deep guttural moans and breathy sounds as the slapping of Shauna’s hardness entering Melissa was heard loudly.

When Shauna was sure Melissa was about to cum again she let her mind be free, she let her body feel what it needed to feel and she stopped holding back her need to cum and knot the girl. “Melissa I need to be inside you.”

Melissa’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Shauna you’re inside me right now.” What has the other girl been tripping on to say this?

“No-no I need my knot to be inside of you. Please, I need to cum,” Shauna lets out a pathetically un-alpha like whine.

Melissa now knows what Shauna means, she needs Melissa to say those three special words. She isn’t held to them, Shauna said, so she slips them from her tongue, “I love you… I love you Shauna.” Melissa rides Shauna as hard as she can, those words tipping her over the breaking point as well. The hands on her hips dig in harshly and she repeatedly takes the leaking cock that was attached to the girl who ruined her life made her body feel alive with a burning fire. A bulbous knot that was engorged and hot with blood entered Melissa. The two were locked.

Shauna pulled Melissa’s head down to her shoulder, the two flowery scents of the girls mixing and creating an intoxicating plume that billowed from the tent. Spurts of warm sticky cum flowed out of Shauna’s body and into Melissa’s. She came solidly for several minutes before her body stopped, the omega’s own orgasm had milked it out of her. With her tight walls fluttering and her voice broken.

Mouthes were awfully close to necks, they knew they couldn’t mate right now. It wasn’t wise, however, it would satiate a part of Melissa that sex just won’t stop. She grazes her teeth on Shauna’s neck and then feels the girl do the same in return. “Shauna can you bite me, please?” This wasn’t a question of forever, this was a matter of tricking her sex drunk brain into thinking she was mated.

Shauna understood the assignment, she licked and then bit the neck in front of her. No skin was broken and that was how Melissa came again. Nothing had even been happening, the girl was just full of Shauna’s cock and cum and had felt a bite on her neck from Shauna. They both felt the aftershocks of their intense orgasms as they lay intertwined and nuzzling the other girls neck.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets smut #smut #smut prompts #wlw smut #a/b/o dynamics #tw a/b/o #shauna shipman #melissa yellowjackets #melissa hat #shauna x melissa #shaunahat #barely proofread

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the-meat-machine · 1 month ago

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u just seem like the person to ask about hs cherub lore- has it ever been confirmed where the cherubs come from ectobiologically speaking?? like, from my tenuous understanding of it all, calliope and caliborn are living on the destroyed alpha earth that jane and co are living on- but if the cherubs are sbrub players, then they would have needed to do the self-fulfilling extobiology phase of the game, except for the fact that caliborn broke the game before they even had the chance. Are we meant to understand the cherubs were a naturally occuring species in the alpha universe unrelated to intelligent life destined to play the game, and that's why gamzee intervening to get them into a game resulted in a null session as well as the proceeding fuckery?

Yeah, Calliope and Caliborn are some of the few characters in the comic who weren't created through ectobiology. Instead, they were conceived and hatched the natural way for their species.

This is all explained by Aranea in perhaps unnecessary but IMO fascinating detail when she gives her whole cherub sex spiel. The mating battle that we witness during that section of the comic is in fact the moment when Calliope and Caliborn were conceived. Ah, the miracle of life.

And actually, the cherubs didn't hatch in the alpha universe—they hatched in the universe that the kids create!* They were born on Earth C, far far into its future after civilizations have risen and fallen and the sun it orbits has become a red giant. We know this thanks to this conversation between Hussie and Caliborn:

Earth has been through a lot. It was even relocated a couple times. YES. I BROUGHT IT WITH ME, I THINK. INTO THE GAME. Yes. But it was relocated once even before that. It was moved from its native solar system, where it circled around a little yellow sun. Then it founds its way to a new system, around your big red sun. It stayed there for a good while, until your sun started dying.

When Hussie says that Earth was relocated, he's referring to Jade (or Vriska? I guess it was Vriska post-retcon) bringing Earth from the alpha universe into the universe the kids create. Thus, the cherubs are from Earth C.

So yeah, cherubs are a naturally occurring species in the universe the kids create. In fact, I always imagined that cherubs exist in many/all(?) universes in Paradox Space, with their role being something akin to a universal immune system. This would put them in a special role that sets them apart from the ordinary species that evolve within each universe. That's how I interpret Aranea's spiel about cherubs, anyway.

Anyway! I'd also like to challenge the notion that all Sburb players have to be created with ectobiology.

Now, there are certain groups of people who are destined to have to play Sburb because they were ectobiologically created within the game. If they don't play, they don't fulfill the conditions for their own existence, causing a time paradox and dooming the timeline. The beta kids and trolls fall into this category.

But that doesn't mean that the reverse is true! You don't necessarily have to be created by ectobiology in order to play Sburb. In fact, we see in the early acts of the comic that quite a lot of humans on Earth start their own Sburb sessions and write up FAQs for the game and become Gents of Piss and so on. But there's no evidence that all of these people crashed to Earth on meteors as babies. Instead, they were able to piggyback off the version of Sburb that was created from the frog ruins seeded by the beta kids' session.

This is kind of similar to what I think happened for the cherubs. They have Gamzee's computer which presumably still has Sgrub installed, so that's most likely the version of the game Caliborn played. The cherubs don't have their own frog temple or their own version of the game; they had to piggyback off of someone else's.

Presumably, this sort of shortcut is the only way that Caliborn could ever have played the game. There's a lot in the comic about how cherubs as a species were never "meant" to play Sburb, and certainly it seems improbable that a dead session like Caliborn's could possibly be fruitful enough to seed its own player and frog temple through ectobiology. This means Caliborn was only able to play by taking advantage of a loophole, which I have to say is very fitting for him. That's my boy all right. That's my boy.

* Interestingly, this means that no matter how much Caliborn/Lord English opposes the kids, he actually needs them to win the game—if they don't, his own home universe will never be created and he can never be born!

#meatmeta

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