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[idalenn]

Our Devouring of the Immaculate

[yoshipea762]

Back at it again with the robots

Sooo. I redesigned Anaksii. Again. This time, she SHOULD look less like a mutated mess, and more like a tomboy.

Then there's this random blue-haired girl.

Meant to be an experimental test model for her kind, as a potential means to reduce production costs without sacrificing looks and power, all while using methods to make themselves look more advanced.

Basically, the DOLL-20s intend to make it easier to populate their own settlements.

Idk what to name her yet.

[whatudottu]

My first thought when i saw this: TFP Ben 10

Given how this 👇 is Ben's canonical car:

You aren't too far off lmao (mostly on the colour at least).

You might not be particularly a fan of CNA from your sphere of headcanons, but considering that Ben can access another biomechanical species in the galvanic mechamorph, I'm sure there's enough of an Omnitrix work around to sample cybertronian data. Seeing as it's a Camaro you could probably have a TFP x Ben 10 crossover equivalent to TFA Waspinator maybe, a green Bumblebee (or a green hornet if you of/remember that) but it's Ben. Considering how the biomechanical Upgrade has a few biological translation issues to the point of not quite technically being a fully integrated transformation, maybe Ben would speak with his own voice like Upgrade does or maybe even through radio depending on how physically different cybertronians are to human anatomy.

I mean that specific line of thinking would only be possible if Ben snagged a sample of Bumblebee's CNA (or whatever you'd prefer) which could either be convoluted or unclimactic, though I guess if street racing in some part of the globe with a desert (aka somewhat nearby Bellwood which already exists cross universe between Ben 10 and Generator Rex) there could be some plot about his shenaniganery nearly running Team Ben off the road and messing with Kevin's own heavily modified yet fresh from 1979 Dodge Challenger to the irritation and anger of Kevin himself. Something something Bee got the attention of the wrong (mostly) humans(ish).

[thunderboltfire]

A few things that I'd have to add is: The medieval and modern people weren't stupid - the medieval cavalry would rarely charge head-on at pikemen (less risky charges on flank or rear positions were preferred), and in case of fighting other infantry formations, armed with shorter weapons, the long lances would provide a lot of leverage to a rider. This is exemplified especially well by the winged hussars (16th-17th century formation, and one of the last to employ classic medieval-style heavy cavalry charges successfully), whose lances could reach 5m of lenght, easily surpassing even infantry pikes of the time and enabling it to break apart even pike formations.

If You were an unlucky infantryman, a hussar like this could skewer you and your friend standing behind you, and the friend standing behind him before his horse even made contact with you. There are records of several people pierced through at once with a singular lance.

The heavy cavalry also wouldn't just try to push through regardless of the charge result. The infantry would not always be a formation that could just be blown apart by a singular charge. It was also really dangerous for any cavalryman to get immobilised among the infantry, that's the main cause of the kicking training - and that's why warhorses were taught to turn back from full gallop in a very tight radius, and why collection, which enables horse to do so, survived as an important part of dressage. Retreating after the charge, they could reassemble for another charge, which was also useful because lances often broke and had to be replaced. A trained warhorse was very, very expensive. An average knight would have at least two, but they definitely weren't single-use and there was care put into protecting them. The death of a horse was also dangerous for a rider, so it stands to reason it was to be avoided if possible.

Also, it's worth notice that Napoleonic wars were a theater of many suicidal or nigh-suicidal charges - often performed by lighter cavalry.

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

PSA: BAD LITTERBOX

i don't usually make posts like this, but this is a truly upsetting topic to me as a lifelong cat owner, so i feel i have a duty to share my knowledge with others.

there is a type of automatic litterbox for cats being sold that is EXTREMELY dangerous and has killed numerous cats through blunt force trauma, suffocation, etc. this litterbox is being sold under different brand names and logos, so i will include the picture of the model and two links to informational videos with more evidence and eloquence than i am able to provide.

please consider not having this type of litterbox in your home for your furry friends. me and my 16 year old tortie, puddy, want the best for all your kitty friends

image of litterbox below:

here are my two video links that provide proof and testimonials of this harmful product:

This Scam is Killing Cats by penguinz0

The DEADLY self-cleaning litter boxes that have flooded the market by One Man Five Cats

[djfrancuz]

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[craftyphantomconnoisseur]

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[dryococelas01]

If anyone's following me who has seen the: they brought dire wolves back articles.

Please understand this is a drastic failure of scientific reporting. What they have done is impressive science, but they have not brought dire wolves back.

They found a few gene fragments that were in dire wolves and manufactured similar in wolves.

To quote a reddit thread: it's like putting a few words of hamlet in another play and claiming its hamlet.

We have put jellyfish genes in cats to make them glow: those cats are not now jellyfish.

It's impressive to be able to identify and insert the genes like that, but these are not dire wolves and, to be frank, do not even resemble current models of dire wolves.

I want to make this clear. It is an impressive scientific achievement.

But the communication here is near outright fraudulent in my opinion.

I am rather dissappointed and can already feel the numerous convos I'm gonna have to have with random people online about this.

I hate being a killjoy.

[phantomrose96]

When people join self-improvement or even hobbyist communities, there are some absolutely critical skills of fundamental skepticism they need when going in. I think most people who get into these communities aren't aware of these.

And just, as a fundamental few:

Does this person stand to gain financially from the thing they're trying to sell you on?

Is the business model of this whole community one of artificial competitiveness? Is there a pressure around never lapsing, or never straying from the model being sold to you?

Are the claims made in this community becoming bolder and bolder deviations from standard information?

These are absolutely rife in fitness, nutrition, and financial-advice communities and they often receive very little scrutiny except among those who already "got out." Because from the outside, seeing someone get into fitness is a good thing, good for them, glad to see it, look at that dedication, happy for them. Same on the other categories, and probably numerous others I haven't seen.

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Does this person stand to gain financially from the thing they're trying to sell you on?

If the answer is yes, that does NOT mean "immediately abort", it means keep that in mind when you're interacting with their content.

This nutrition influencer has given you some great recipes for free, and now they're promoting a "really fantastic" brand that they have an affiliate link with? Their motivation isn't to be your friend and helpfully clue you in on a great product. It's to make money off you.

You really like this fitness influencer's work outs, but she gets MORE interaction and MORE viewers the skinnier she gets? She CLAIMS she's been losing weight naturally with healthy eating and exercise, and she's still full of energy, and You Can Too. This is not your friend. This is not someone who knows you. This is someone under large financial and social pressure to do everything she can to put out her best appearance and her happiest appearance, and your attention and belief in the appearance is where the money and clout come from. You really need to remember this in the same way you remember to look both ways before crossing the street. You can cross a street and you can follow a fitness account, but protect yourself when doing it.

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Is the business model of this whole community one of artificial competitiveness? Is there a pressure around never lapsing, or never straying from the model being sold to you?

Communities stay strong if they retain people. There are a lot of fine and positive ways to retain people, but it's often easier to retain people by instilling them with a sense that they must be here. They should feel bad if they lapse or if their attention drifts. What they were before was inadequate. Everyone outside this community is inadequate. Do you want to go back to inadequate?

Is that financial subreddit that taught you valuable lessons about 401k's, index funds, and budgeting also quietly pressuring you to always do more? Are the top posts from extremist examples of people living in destitution so they can show the most extreme screenshot, and curate the envy of everyone else who ought to be ashamed of not doing as well as them?

Is that fitness community that got you into jogging also putting you in the mind that the truest and best people exercise 7 days a week? Never miss a metric? Never compromise on their dedication?

Is that person who "cut out all sugar and feels amazing" informing you that you should never have another cupcake in your life? And if you DO it's because you're BAD and DON'T WORRY, you'll get RIGHT back on the horse after. Shame will motivate you to come right back, and stay with the community, and never leave.

As long as you stay, the community grows. As long as you stay, the ad sponsors and the endorsed products and the influencers can benefit more and more. And sometimes, there's perhaps not even a malicious force behind it. It can happen from evolutionary pressures. The communities that survive are the ones that retain people. A community that trips accidentally into a model of pressuring people to stay is one which retains people and thrives.

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Are the claims made in this community becoming bolder and bolder deviations from standard information?

You joined because you wanted to learn to cook for yourself. And this community has been helpful! You know how to make some delicious things. You've tried vegetables you've never tried before. And maybe you needed some convincing that brussel sprouts can be yummy, but what do you know, turns out you like them roasted.

But what else is being said? What things are being said with more and more frequency? Is it that "humans don't actually need any sugar, and it's a poison being sold to us?" Is it that "seed oils are toxic for you"? Is it that "pasteurization is bad"? Is the raw fruitarian convincing you that cavemen lived exclusively off fruit and you can too?

They'll have sources sometimes. Check them. Are they cherry-picked? Are they from an insular echo-chamber? Why isn't the mainstream literature aware of this? And if the answer has anything to do with "because mainstream wants to TRICK YOU and you're actually BAD for ASKING" then don't engage. Disregard. Take the recipes if you must but apply your skeptical filter to all the parts that are snake oil.

Sometimes it's that another community is only a stone's throw away. That person with a great financial portfolio has only good things to say about crypto, and what they're saying is making sense (average person [not smart] [poor] [bad money skills] laughs at crypto, but you're smarter. you're on the in-track). That amazing bodybuilder is pulling the hottest dates, and he says it's about male-confidence, and he says there are good support guides on becoming a respectable masculine man, and all you need to do is reclaim your masculinity in a society that wants to steal it from you.

In any place like this, come up for air. Come up for air FREQUENTLY. Talk to regular people and engage in academic literature outside this circle. Conspiracy thinking wins if you draw all your information from the entity trying to sell you on the conspiracy.

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And I hope this is clear but my message is not "never join a community." My message is know danger when you see it. Recognize when you're being used or pressured. Don't fall for conspiracy thinking. Protect yourself. You can use a gas stove to cook meals but don't touch the flame and don't burn your house down. You can cross the street but recognize the signs of a car coming down the street.

And I'm making this point because so many people just don't know. ...Because getting into fitness is "good" and "self-improvement"! So is nutrition. So if financial responsibility. People walk into it and the extremism can make them feel accomplished, and admired, and like they're a part of something, and maybe even like a proper self-punishment for their own inadequacies. And people on the outside won't save you because "Wow! He spends 3 hours at the gym every day! I wish I was that dedicated." is a common attitude, and will push you deeper into what has its claws in you.

Everything I'm saying is not because I'm so much smarter and so much holier-than-thou for knowing this when others don't--I'm saying this because I was in it. I fell for it. Not all the examples above, of course. But I recognize the machine in them. It is highly appealing to run farther and fast longer and overload your class schedule when you don't feel good enough and want to prove something, and so many communities will sell you on the idea this IS an accomplishment. Then once you do, you have to do it forever. Or else you'll go back to not being good enough. And since fitness is "good", and weight-loss and good grades, no one can save you but you.

The answer was not to give up on the hobbies I was doing. I cook for myself most nights. I run and bike as regular parts of my routine. I like new recipes and I like half-marathons. But these are just positive additions to my life and they do not define my worth. If I miss a work-out it's whatever. If I order take-out it's whatever. I fundamentally do not care about the influencer with the washboard abs, and if I try a work-out from her, I have no loyalty to it. If the new recipe I try mentions "clean eating" I'll roll my eyes and just figure out if the recipe seems good. If the recipe is botching itself to avoid certain scare-words I will simply find something else.

There is absolutely a reasonable place for challenging yourself and trying things outside your comfort zone. The internet is full of resources to do so much more than you currently know how to do. And if that community is an oven, recognize it's an oven. Wear oven mitts. If it's actively on fire, leave. You're the only one protecting you. Stay safe.

[mass-convergence]

Tagged by @kirythestitchwitch

Rules are drop the last line you wrote from a WIP!

"No," Galfus said, "Not yet. Death surrounds you like a cloud of flies. It is in your past but it shrouds your future as well. You will experience loss in the next several months, a trial of darkness, a hopeless battle ... and you will bring death."

aka: Torvola cannot catch a fucking break and also can we say that ominous prophecies are best delivered by people with objectively funny names like "Galfus".

"Hi yes, you're probably going to get you and your friends killed in the next several months. Oh my name? Galfus... wait why are you laughing."

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So I'm supposed to tag a bunch of people here but like ... I don't really want to because I have anxiety about that stuff. So if you see this ... consider this an open invitation to share the last line from your WIP if you'd like.

[arofutures]

As someone nonpartnering, I'm always dancing on the razor's edge of relating to and having no patience for "forever alone" sentiments from alloro single people.

Because on the one hand, to be perfectly honest, yes, I am lonely! And while there's numerous factors involved in that, my being single is one of them. It's hard not to feel isolated as a single adult and I'm very cognizant of my friends, coworkers, family members etc... who have this whole category of social life that I do not.

However. While if someone individually happens to want a partner, that's fine and well and good, but 'everyone must partner off' cannot continue to be the broader social model. If your mentality is 'I'll get a romantic partner and that'll be that', then you're contributing to the problem -- for both yourself and everyone else.

Community has to be the real focus. When I think about combatting loneliness, I think about universal basic income and affordable housing, walkable neighbourhoods and robust public transit, free community events (both in-person and online), access to high-quality affordable healthcare, access to public restrooms, etc...

Even if we woke up tomorrow to find sudden cultural acceptance of permanent singlehood as an option, I and many other people would still be lonely! We need to support social infrastructure outside of romantic relationships and nuclear families at the policy level. If you have to work multiple jobs to afford a place to live or if you have a 2 hour commute because the local bus service sucks or if the best spot in town to meet new people is an accessibility nightmare, all of these things are going to stifle community and we're still going to be lonely. I genuinely do sympathize with the plight of the single alloro, but there has to be an understanding that your individual loneliness is not the end of the line.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

TRANS OHIOANS - START STOCKPILING YOUR HRT AND PLAN HOW YOU WILL BE ABLE TO CONTINUE YOUR TRANSITION CARE

Ohio has taken a page out of Florida’s book and is proposing to effectively ban adult transition care via the requirements of numerous specialists - a psychiatrist, endocrinologist, and a bioethicist.

Since most trans people get their HRT from nurse practioners via the informed consent model, this will create undue burden on both trans people and the medical system -- the bottlenecks will effectively ban transition care for adults. This is what has happened in Florida, and Ohio's rules look much more draconian and surveiliance-heavy. All trans healthcare will be reported to the state.

These new rules have not taken effect yet. Trans Ohioans should plan for the worst now.

The rules are open to public comment through 5pm Friday, Jan 19, 2024. The full copy of the rules and how to comment are below:

https://mha.ohio.gov/about-us/rules-and-regulations/rules/draft-rules/gender-transition-care

As a Floridian who saw the writing on the wall and fled his state (my clinic hasn't been allowed to fill HRT prescriptions since May 2023 now) -- do not delay on making preparations. If this is approved, the rules will likely catch everyone by surprise. Start talking with your providers now and plan out your options assuming the ban will take place.

Informed folks to follow on Twitter:

Alejandra

Erin

[5sospenguinqueen]

Taste | Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader

Summary: She’ll just have to taste you when he’s kissing her. When Max and Kelly break up, the pair of you start something sweet. But, it only lasts a short while when your conflicting schedules drive him back into her arms. 

Warnings: Kelly Piquet slander. 

Requested: No, I’m just obsessed with making up fantasies whilst I drive home from work with my music on

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter (yes, I know she’s used a lot but I stole her song and her occupation so why not steal her face) 

F1 Masterlist

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f1wags just posted

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f1wags max verstappen and kelly piquet both confirmed they have seperated, posting a short statement on their instagram stories. the news comes after months of speculation after explosive arguments were caught on camera

3,306 comments

user1 omg did anyone see that red bull admin liked this and then unliked it

user2 thank god! i’ve been waiting for this day for ever

user3 can we see him date someone his own age now that didn’t go after him when he was a teen? 

user4 finally! turns out manifesting works 

user5 he always looked so upset after they argued. hopefully he finds someone good for him

user6 hear me out, but how hot would he look with yn ln

→ user7 like they’d ever cross paths. he’s an athlete and she’s a pop star 

→ user6 yes but my point is that they would look hot together 

→ user8 he did have one of her songs playing in the background of a stream once?

user9 i love how she’s really laying it on thick in hers and he’s just like “yeah, it’s over” 

→ user10 we love an unbothered king

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mclaren we have a special guest in the garage this weekend. thank you @/yn_ln for joining us

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yn_ln thank you so much for having me! i had an amazing weekend but i don’t think i’ll be in a rush to do hot laps again

→ landonorris don’t be like that. i know you had fun! 

→ yn_ln idk who trusted you with a licence but they should be fired

→ landonorris idk why they call you short and sweet :( 

user1 she looks soooo good wtf  liked by maxverstappen1

oscarpiastri it was really fun having you in the garage. thank you for making lando seem tall. now he’ll be in a good mood for the rest of the weekend

→ yn_ln f1 girlies, can you tell me if he’s dating the curly haired one?

→ oscarpiastri well played. i apologise for bringing your height into this

→ user2 yes, yes they are, yn

user3 chat, is this real? my fave singer in my fave team’s garage! two worlds colliding 

charles_leclerc omg please stop by ferrari. my girlfriend, alex, absolutely loves you

→ yn_ln come pick me up! (‘cause i don’t know my way around the paddock) and i’d love to meet her

user4 omg somebody tell max. i hope she gets lost and stumbles into red bull

→ user5 my delusions might come true if that happens

→ user6 he saw her when charles was walking her over to ferrari

→ user4 and?! 

→ user6 nothing. he turned around and went back into the garage

→ user7 yeah after he went bright red! 

f1wags just posted

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f1wags only two months since his split from model, kelly piquet, max verstappen has been linked to singer, yn ln. the pair have been spotted numerous times on dates and caught in moments of affection

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user8 yn’s clothing brand liked this! 

→ user9 that doesn’t mean anything?

→ user8 well, considering that is her own brand, and they’re a part of her image, i’d say it means something 

user10 anyone else notice that they’re wearing different outfits in every photo, which means they’re all from different days/dates

user11 i’m going feral

user12 okay but you can’t even deny that this is them because it very clearly is 

user13 people said i was crazy when i talked about these two being together! 

user14 they’re so hot together. i might actually combust 

user15 i’m (s)creaming

user16 the hand holding 🥹 they’re not just fucking

user17 my new otp 

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kellypiquet my 🩷

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maxverstappen1 ❤️

→ user1 aha this is such a dry response lmao 

user2 wtf? i thought he was with yn

→ user3 that was just a rumour 

user4 he looks much better with yn 

→ user5 yeah but she can’t give him the stable relationship he needs so no wonder he went back to kelly. she’s always there lmao 

→ user6 yeah because she never lets that man go. she’s possessive and it’s not healthy

user7 max is so cute with p 

user8 my favourite thing about this post is that all of these pics are old because max is currently in a press conference with his long hair, not these short strands

user9 how could he leave yn like this? they were so cute together 

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yn_ln in honour of my tour starting, please enjoy my new single taste! 💋

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user1 omg a new album, a new tour and an additional song?

alexandrasaintmleux got this on repeat 

→ charles_leclerc this is true. it’s all we’ve had in the car

→ alexandrasaintmleux don’t act like you don’t know all the words 

user2 this was 100% written because of the max situation

jennaortega but how hot do we look 

user3 not kelly liking this! 

→ user4 i like to think the middle picture is aimed at her for stealing yn’s man

redbullracing blue is definitely your colour

→ mclaren she looks better in orange 

→ scuderiaferrari we think she should try red next 

→ yn_ln i’ll wear whatever colour invites me to watch rich men drive around in circles next

→ alpinef1team pink it is! 

landonorris i liked the parts where you died

oscarpiastri oh so you’re allowed to make height comments but i wasn’t?

→ yn_ln please refer to the end picture

user5 chat, i can’t stop thinking about “he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue” 

→ user6 max verstappen, i was not familiar 

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yn_ln just posted

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yn_ln i heard there’s some sort of race on so i thought i would show some support. let’s play spot the team

10,001 comments 

user7 omg did you see that charles and alex were there! 

→ user8 and pierre and kika

→ user9 well, we know who got charles in the divorce 

user10 we all know who red bull wants in max’s garage 👀

→ user11 the fact that they liked a gossip post of him dumping kelly and are now all over yn’s insta 

user12 okay but the placement of the bulls has me weak in the knees

user13 who’s your favourite driver? 

→ yn_ln daniel ricciardo

→ danielricciardo showing this to everyone i know

→ user14 does that include max? liked by danielricciardo 

user15 we love a petty queen because you can’t tell me the writing isn’t aimed at kelly and max 

→ user16 and the bull instead of the kiss

mclaren we’re hurt. truly hurt that you didn’t post a pic with our logo 

→ yn_ln you have a whole insta post dedicated to you! 

alexandrasaintmleux the hottest concert i’ve ever been to

→ charles_leclerc still can’t believe she arrested you when i was right there

landonorris does this mean you can come to the race? like you’re practically already there??

→ oscarpiastri i second this

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requests open. i'm just slow haha

coming soon; lewis hamilton baby angst

this wasn’t due out until next week but MAX WON!!! And so I’m posting this in honour of that. I’m just sorry this was planned as angst 😬😂

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

ROUTE 666

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x Black!OC

Summary: it’s the year 1984 and Star goes to a roadside bar off of Devil’s Highway that a friend of hers invited her to. What Star doesn’t know is that someone is waiting for her beyond the velvet drapes.

Warnings: SMUT. Lots of pussy licking. 18+ CONTENT. Mentions of blood.

Part One

The never–ending highway with its name that sparks negativity welcomes sinners from all over the nation. A challenging drive with a winding, mountainous terrain, known for its twists, turns, and a unique atmosphere. The route is famous for its association with the number 666, often linked to biblical interpretations of the "number of the beast," leading to a reputation for being mysterious and even cursed.

Route 666 was a notorious hot spot, an epicenter of sizzling sex shops, erotic peep shows, sleazy motels, strip clubs, good diner food, and risky bars. It was an adults–only, X–rated, pleasurable adventure for the more risqué crowd and home to one of Arizona’s famous roadside bars, Vaisseau. After moving to Arizona from Baltimore, Maryland, Star Dickens was ready to find out what really happened there after dark.

Star used to work for a big financial firm in Baltimore Monday through Friday. In Arizona, by evening, she lets her luminous hair down, takes off her glasses, and dawns a down right dirty persona that turns heads. Star works in pornography. VHS and camcorders of men worshiping her. She’s got charmig brown eyes and black hair.

She also has big beautiful tits. Her measurements are 43-24-36; natural full breasts. erotica and modeling, celebrated not only for her distinctive presence but also as a trailblazer in an industry where Black women were significantly underrepresented. Born in 1952, Star’s career took off in the late 1970s when she began modeling, quickly becoming known for her voluptuous figure and natural beauty.

Star became a beloved figure in the adult entertainment industry quickly, appearing in numerous magazines and gaining a substantial fan base. Her work during a pivotal era of cultural change highlighted the intersection of race and sexuality, pushing boundaries and challenging the norms of the predominantly white industry. Star’s performances and modeling work not only provided representation but also celebrated Black beauty in a genre that often overlooked diverse narratives and figures.

Cora, Star’s new friend and socialite, sat beside her while she drove her pitch black corvette.

Star glanced over at Cora, “Have you ever been to any of these topless bars and nude strip clubs around here?”

Cora responded in her thick, Southern accent, “Pigs Frolic?”

“Pigs Frolic?” Star repeated with a confused look on her face.

“That’s what they call it. Pigs Frolic. A lot of pigs tend to wallow in all the filthy diversions,” Cora said, and laughed in her cute, girlish manner.

The fire inside of Star’s curiosity grew wilder, “Let’s go to it then! How far is everything?”

“Not too far.” Cora shrugged while puffin in a cigarette Star lit for her. “Are you sure you want to go?” She rolled down the small window to blow out a lungful of smoke.

“Too late for that question, we already halfway there. I won’t rest until I know.”

Cora flicked her eyes at Star, “What will you do once there?” She raised her eyebrow with a sleek grin appearing on her face.

Star thought about that and, honestly, she had no idea what she would do. Dance mostly? Sight see? People watch?

“I don’t know what to expect. I’m just going as a tourist.”

Cora nodded and then smiled before taking another drag from her cancer stick.

“That’s why I’m taking us to the so–called infamous strip. I have a spot in mind first and then, from there, we’ll explore.”

A sly, naughty grin appeared on Cora’s face. Even without knowing all the details, a chill slithered down Star’s spine. Whatever this place was, it was sure to be an unforgettable experience. One to remember for eternity.

Once they arrived to the portion of Devil’s Highway filled with sexual activity, Star stared out at all the colorful lights reflecting the raindrops that remained on the car from a previous rain fall. In red and blue lights she read: DVDs, PEEP SHOWS, NUDE, NEW GIRLS, and SEX. They were in adult playland. Electric excitement filled her completely and she could feel her toes tingling in anticipation. Star crossed her legs to stop herself from squirming.

“Reminds me of Sin City,” Star noted aloud.

“Vegas? I love it. Didn’t you used to film there a lot?” Cora asked.

“I did. But the pay is better in Arizona. Next move will be California.” Star revealed.

Suddenly, the car began to slow down as it pulled onto a dirt road, veering away from the highway. Hidden beyond tumble weed and cactus, was the roadside bar. Star could feel her pulse thrumming the minute she stepped out of the car. Beyond her wondrous eyes shined a bar called Vaisseau.

It was an elaborate trucker hangout that attracted questionable guests. A club scene pulsating with energy, innovation, and pure adrenaline. This was an era of experimentation, where underground clubs and vibrant nightspots were the playgrounds for the young, restless, and creative. It was more than just a party; it was an experience. The line to get inside was outrageous for any roadside bar Star has ever seen in her thirty–two years.

“This joint is off the hook, huh?” Star asked, grabbing her hand bag from the back seat.

Cora laughed and nodded her head.

“Sure is, girl. It’s very popular.”

There was a diverse group of people waiting in line. Some smoked cigarettes and others chatted while the line moved quickly. After tossing her cigarette on the ground, Cora stepped on it, crushing it into the gravel and dirt. She sprayed her favorite peach–smelling perfume from her purse—something she did every time she smoked—and then adjusted her black bikini top beneath an elaborate fur coat to prevent her breasts from slipping out.

Star wore a black halter dress with a plunging neck line and a low cut back that cinched her waist and hugged her thighs. Beneath the dress she wore fishnets with rhinestones stitched into it and thigh–high scrunch boots in a bold red color. Her cheetah–printed hand bag sat on her shoulder. She smoothed her fingers painted maroon down her hips to pull the dress down over her generous backside.

Star surveyed the bar and its surroundings. Dark and miraculously foggy. There was no way she would be able to enter this establishment alone. It was definitely too dark and scary, leaving an unsettling feeling in her gut. She moved her eyes up to the club’s vivid flashing red sign above their heads.

“Vaisseau,” Star read aloud. “Nice…”

Vaisseau meant “vessel” in French.

“This spot better be slammin’.”

Cora hooked her arm with Star’s, “I like the place. The drinks are superb and there is plenty of yummy eye candy.”

Star’s pussy pounded. She was looking for fun, but ending with a few orgasms before the night is over didn’t sound too bad either. It sounded damn good actually. They walked to the end of the line with their three–inch boots clicking against the gravel and dirt. Lighting lit up the gloomy sky, which caused Star to jump a little. A roaring thunder accompanied the shortened sparks of quickened light. Star left her coat in the car, but she was too lazy to go back and get it.

The line moved so fast that they were at Vaisseau’s entrance in a matter of minutes.

The bouncer immediately caught Star’s eye.

“Wow,” Star whispered to Cora with her glossy, brown lips, “He’s nice…”

Star couldn’t see him clearly at first but she was glad to know he was a fine, bald brother standing a little over six feet. His skin was the color of café au lait.

“Mmm…he is. This is the only black–owned place on Route 666.”

Star cracked a smile as relief washed over her. Just what she wanted to hear.

“Welcome to Vaisseau,” the bouncer uttered with his sultry, deep voice as he took her I.D. first. He looked at Star to see if the picture matched, eyes growing wider with recognition.

“Star Vixen?” He gawked at her, hungry eyes raking over her body.

“Yes,” Star replied in a flirty manner, “Don’t need to ask if you recognize me. What’s your name, handsome?”

He smiled and bit on his lower lip. That’s when Star noticed sharp teeth. She froze for a moment before collecting herself when his gaze fell upon her face.

“Onyx.” He stated proudly.

“Onyx? Like a precious black gem? That name fits you.”

Laughing casually, he showed off his pearly whites that didn’t look so sharp this time around, “Thank you. Enjoy your evening.”

He took a look at Cora’s identification and then removed the red rope from in front of the door.

As soon as they were inside the highly energized club, the music thumped through Star’s chest like a strong heartbeat. The air inside was so crisp it caused her to shiver a little. Topless dancers flanked each corner of the dark roadside bar with crimson lights flashing all over them. A mixture of synth–pop, glam metal, and funk music played. A dark, biker aesthetic gave some edge. The patrons twisted and writhed like sexual objects, grinding pelvis to pelvis and ass to groin. Arms up and clutching onto the back of necks. Firm hands on hips. Sultry gazes.

All the red accents against the black walls gave the effect of blood pumping through the veins of the building. They walked up to coat check, dropping their things off to free their hands. Star didn’t waist time bouncing to the beat, accepting a neon stamp to the top of her left hand before she swayed forward. She eyed the small vibrant ‘V’ that marked her hand before grabbing onto Cora.

They made their way over to the bar with difficulty, squeezing through the howling crowd that packed the dance floor like sardines. Watching sweaty bodies pressed up against one another, ready to fuck, made Star’s nipples harden. She bit her lower lip in arousal. She makes money off of arousal, but something felt different. Nothing was scripted. She was living in the moment.

Star snapped her fingers and rolled her hips expertly like she was crafted to dance dirty. The big fans flowing made the air blow, causing her voluminous hair to sway. Star closed her eyes and imagined that she was in the spot light, waiting to dance with the finest man. She adjusted her halter top to make sure her titties were pushed up just right. After all, they were money makers.

Her eyes immediately fell on a flashy bartender with long dreads who was spinning some bottles, juggling glasses, and engaging everyone around him. From the looks of it, he could be related to Onyx. Both of them had this everlasting beauty to them. Perfectly smooth skin; blemish free and porcelain. Eyes that shined like fireflies in the night.

Star spoke closely to Cora, “You weren’t lying. The eye candy is unbelievable,” Star said to Cora, “Wonder who the sexy man behind the bar is.”

“Oh, that’s Legend.”

Star’s mouth dropped open slightly like she was trying to activate her jaw muscles for a feast, “Legend looks like a god!”

“Oh, he is,” Cora flashed Star a little coy smile.

Just when she thought she was in love with the muscular bartender with locs, a taller stud with cinnamon skin appeared at the end of the bar, as if he were hidden in the shadows. His efficiently lined goatee, bristled mustache, and curly fro with a decorative side part sent Star over the edge.

Broad shoulders. Sharp nose. Big lips. Sculptured jawline. Intimidating biceps showing through the leather moto vest he wore. So mouthwatering. His torso is sculpted with slight muscles and a delicious thickness. A gold cross chain hung from his neck and sat between his pecs. Leather pants outlined a heavy bulge and on his feet were biker boots. Tiny, gold hoops decorated his ears along with gold rings on his fingers and the flicker of gold on his teeth.

He looked like he smelled of bourbon, tobacco, leather, and vanilla.

Star was speechless and unashamedly checking him out. Like anybody else that crossed his path. The man was fucking sexy. Eyes that shined like glistening diamonds met hers. Star stared back, caught up in the trance of his eyes. Eyes similar to Onyx and Legend.

Dimples in each cheek framed a perfect grin.

Star’s heavy breathing halted as soon as she laid eyes on his shirtless, sculpted upper body. Eyes appearing dark brown locked with hers again and Star clutched her heart because it skipped a beat.

Cora’s voice cutting through the tension brought her back from her daze.

“Can you give us two shots of tequila, pretty please?”

As Legend poured the shots, Cora placed some money on the bar.

“Cora,” Star spoke breathlessly, “I have a weakness for chocolate,” she said into her ear, feeling her knees buckle.

“Got plenty of that ‘round here for you, girl…”

Star had to plant her feet firmly and lean up against the barstool to stop herself from fainting.

“Thank you, handsome,” Cora said with a grin.

Legend slid the two shot glasses in front of them with a well–practiced fluidity, not wasting a single drop in the dark wood bar top.

“Time to get drunk and groove!” Cora yelled before downing her shot.

Star downed hers as well.

They slammed their glasses down in unison.

Two more shots appeared.

Cora laughed, “How sweet of you, how’d you know we needed another?”

Legend pointed toward the end of the bar. Cora and Star’s gaze landed on the sexy–as–fuck man occupying the end of the bar with his back turned to it and elbows propped on top. He raised his glass of brown liquor before taking a sip.

“On the house. Stack’s got you ladies covered for the evening.”

“Stack?” Star repeated. She turned that name over in her mind, imprinting it to memory.

“He’s a good friend and partner. When he likes you, he tends to throw money at you. Flashy brother. Slick talk. But he mean business.”

No surprise there. All the women in Vaisseau’s were spellbound, fixated by the way he commanded all the attention in the room. He knocked the rest of his drink back before placing it on the bar and walking off. An emptiness filled Star’s belly.

Soon, the music picked up again.

“Oh, my God!” Star shouted, bouncing up and down, feeling the music propel through her, “Let’s hit the floor, Cora!”

“Right behind you, girl!”

They interweaved their fingers and held their arms high, hips oscillating to the funk beat. The fan’s did their best to keep them cool, but being surrounded by so many dancing bodies sweating and gyrating all over each other made it hard to breathe. But it was worth it. The music. The energy. Cora and Star pressed their fronts together and dirty danced, arms dropped over each other’s shoulders as they moved their hips and asses in a tight circle.

“Dammit! I love this place!” Star yelled over the loud music.

“Knew you would!” Cora circled Star, wrapping her arms around her waist from the back as they moved from left to right, “I think you have an admirer, Star.”

Star’s head swiveled to the right and there, leaning against a beam, was Stack himself.

“He probably recognizes you, Miss Star Vixen.”

“You think so? Star looked at Cora over her shoulder.

“Definitely. You must’ve changed that man’s life!”

Whatever it is, Stack didn’t give a hot damn about anybody else but Star. He didn’t blink. He just stared with this sexy smirk, occasionally licking his lips, and dragging his eyes lazily over her body.

It made her nervous and excited all at once. Had her stomach doing flips and her clit jumping like it had a mind of its own.

“I need to get a little tipsy, you want another shot?” Cora asked, letting go of Star’s waist.

“I’ll take another! Let’s go—”

“No no, stay here and enjoy yourself! I’ll be back!”

Cora whisked away and soon she disappeared. Star circled where she stood, stroking her sweaty right arm. A Prince song came on and Star closed her eyes, bringing her hands through her hair as her body rolled and teased whatever man had his eyes on her. She swung her head back and forth, hair hiding her face, feeling the music climb over her body, welcoming it.

She bowed her back and started whining her hips seductively like she does in her X–rated films. Star was tired of fucking on mediocre white dick for the cameras, she needed a dick almost as thick as her wrist and long enough to feel it in her stomach. No longer would she need to fake orgasms. Pretend the tongue wiggling in her pussy makes her cum.

She wanted the real deal. None of that make believe bullshit. She couldn’t even recall the last time she’d been fucked well and proper. Last good dick was back in Baltimore in her luxury downtown apartment on Charles Street.

As she raised her curvy frame, a strong hand pressed against her stomach, just above her sex. Trapping her.

Star’s breath hitched sharply.

A ghostly whisper teased her ears. Like she was in the presence of something inhuman.

The hand on her stomach guided her movements as Prince’s song continued. Her plump booty sat over a very obvious bulge, the dominant hand keeping her still. Star circled her waistline like she was hoola hooping slow. One arm elevated and her hand grabbed onto the back of a neck. The hand on her stomach was joined by another, both resting on the tops of her thighs. Whenever she moved, the man was right there with her. Expertly. Like his hips were made of jello.

Star’s brows pinched together and she nibbled on her bottom lip. This shit felt good…so good. Their bodies rolled up and down in unison, like he was fucking her from behind to a sultry electric guitar solo. Star felt her clit pulsate so intensely her knees almost gave in. The man behind her kept her steady, his expert hips bucking against her ass. Star felt her body jerk as the guitar reached a high point.

“Unhhhhhhh….”

It climbed higher

“Unhhhhhh…”

She moaned. Moaned so intense and beautiful. A face crashed into her neck, inhaling deeply. Star stilled her movements to calm her racing heart. A wet, warm tongue sampled her flesh. Star’s eyes became hazy slits.

Star…Star Vixen…

“I can’t believe it’s really you…”

A voice with a rich, Mississippi accent teases her ears.

“S–so you kn–know me?”

Star turned within his embrace, coming face to face with Stack himself.

He clenched his jaw tight and beyond a pair of shades his eyes locked with hers. He didn’t let her go. His hands were planted against her drenched back. Star had a hold of his shoulders. Stack dipped Star suddenly, an elevated breath escaping her mouth. She was back within his embrace, her stunned eyes fixated on him. Star reached up to remove his shades but Stack stopped her, gripping her wrist tightly. Star gasped. Heart damn near skipping a beat.

“I can’t see your eyes? They’re beautiful...please?” Star pleaded.

“Just let me enjoy you for a sec, baby…”

Stack brought her wrist to his lips and he gave her a sloppy kiss over her pulse. His brows furrowed and a deep growl echoed.

It echoed.

Star trembled.

“You smell delicious, baby…I love your work.”

Star smiled, “Thank you. Happy to be of service.”

“I watch your soft core nudes and lesbian peep shows all the time…my favorite are the close ups of your pussy…it’s so pretty…and always soaking wet…”

Star chuckled breathlessly, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, gorgeous. You make me weak…”

“How so?” Star quirked a brow.

“You felt me poking you from behind right?”

Star gave Stack an enticing smile.

Stack double–cuffed her booty, gripping tight over her dress. The him of the dress sat higher, giving anyone a glimpse of the under cuff of her ass. Juicy. Fat. A handful. Ass like that make you weak.

“Fuck,” Stack smirked at her, “I’m your biggest fan.”

“You want my autograph?” Star teased.

“I plan to get that…trust me.”

He dipped his head and Star could make out his shining orbs from the tops of his shades. Star shied away from his intense focus. Even hidden behind a pair of shades, she felt as if he were boring into her soul.

Cora.

“I have to go find my friend.” Star said.

“Cora?” Stack asked.

“Yeah…you know her?”

“I’ve seen her ‘round. Here,” Stack grabbed her hand, “Let’s go to the bar.”

Stack led Star back to the bar. The crowd parted for them as they walked. Star spotted Cora sitting at the bar, flirting with Legend. Legend motioned with his head towards Star and Cora whirled around. She smiled knowingly before clapping her hands.

“Encore!” Cora exclaimed as she shook her ass to the music.

Legend poured another shot for Star and a whiskey for Stack. Stack trapped Star at the bar, standing behind her like he was claiming her as his. The ghostly whisper tickled her ears again as Stack leans in, pressing his nose against her neck, dragging it up to her hair.

Star clanked glasses with Cora before drinking the shot. It burned going down. She frowned her face and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Star started bouncing her body to the beat, ass knocking into Stack’s crotch each time. She swept her hair from her face to glance over her shoulder at him.

“Do ya’ like what ya’ see?” Stack asked after licking his lips.

“I do,” Star admitted timidly.

“Actin’ all shy, Star?” Stack questioned teasingly.

Star smiled wider, she felt her skin grow hot from the inside.

“Where are you from?”

“Mississippi. You?”

“Baltimore.”

“I love B–more. Very welcoming.”

Star nodded her head in agreement, “Never been to Mississippi. Maybe you can show me around sometime,” Star flirted, a small part of her afraid he would reject her.

Despite being a porn Star, her dating life was lack luster. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been on a date or shown interest in a man outside of her performing.

“I’d show you the Delta anytime, baby.”

Star took it a step further, “But since we here now, maybe you can show me what it’s like to fuck with a Mississippi man,” she hinted, leaning closer to him.

Stack smiled broadly, staring at Star beyond his shades.

I got a motel cross the highway. Come stay wit’ me tonight.”

Star caught Cora nudging her suggestively. She elevated both brows, a silent way of expressing that Star should definitely spend the night with Stack.

Star didn’t need convincing, she already had her mind made up.

Star cleared her tightened throat, feeling herself get even hotter, “I will,” Star spoke with a confidence.

“Aight. Come wit’ me.”

Cora shooed her away, “Go on! I plan to get a room myself! Have fun!”

“You sure?” Star asked her friend.

“I’m all good! Legend here keepin’ me company. Ain’t that right?”

Legend winked at Cora in response, causing her to giggle.

As Cora flirted with Legend, leaning over the bar and practically face to face, Star could make out Legend’s hand easing inside her bikini top. Cora flashed Star a cunning wink and a devilish smirk.

More devilish than Devil’s Highway.

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