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[symerr]

we can render now! we can do anything! mwahahaha!

unedited version! :33

[vulptalia]

trying to heal

I have a lot of head cannon'd lore about these two.

Primarily Arthur was never a good dad, but he loved Alfred, he just had no idea how to raise him without hurting him (absent, abusive, etc.)

From the AmeRev on. all the way to the 1940s, they never talked about what happened or how it affected them (how do you forgive your abusive parent, even when they're trying to improve? How do you forgive yourself for hurting your child?). It wasn't until the midst of the war did they begin to open up and heal. This drawing is meant to be in the 1960s.

[neg4tivew4ves]

Amy Sketch - mon cerveau va faire une macron explosion, j'en peux plus

[dvcky-duck]

overly rendered sandwich, my favorite!! <3

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. coming home from university has both stressed and tired you out — causing you to forget about satoru’s birthday. maybe your boyfriend could help you remember.

word count. 4.7k-ish

note. was supposed to come out on his (our) bday but writer’s block was ruthless :p hope you enjoy anyway x

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x sub!female reader. p.orn with plot. fluff to smut. age gap (reader 20 - early 20’s, satoru’s in his early 30’s). p in v -> unprotected, size difference, missionary, creampie, breast play, dirty talk, body worship, hickeys, praise, you f.uck in the kitchen, aftercare-ish, reader gets called ‘princess, sweetheart, baby, pretty.’ i present to you soft dom&older bf!gojo satoru. he’s absolutely smitten with you btw.

“lookin’ tired, sweetheart.” satoru comments with a subtle grin as he welcomes you home. home being his apartment that you had basically moved into. why? because it was close to the university you attend.

and maybe because your lover had coaxed you into it.

you sigh, eyes half closed and glazed over. the stress of exams, assignments and whatnot has been too much for your brain, “yeah, i’m sorry. i probably look like absolute shi—”

a pair of lips were quick to shut your negative remark up. satoru pulls you closer to him by the small of your back. his fluffy bangs brush over his closed eyes, the hairs lightly grazing your forehead as well. he smells and tastes sweet. like those strawberry flavoured candies he always carries with him in his pockets.

a faint string of saliva hanging between your two mouths was all that’s left after the intense kiss. it snaps, causing the small bit of liquid to cling onto your bottom lip.

“what’d i say about apologising when you did absolutely nothing wrong?” satoru asks in a gentle and hushed tone. his thumb presses down on your bottom lip to get rid of the transparent trail of saliva. his gaze is soft and loving — like it always is when he looks at you.

that man had once again rendered you speechless. it’s the small things that make you fall for him over and over, “that—uhm—i shouldn’t apologise for something i don’t have any control over.”

satoru’s dimples show as he looks down at you fondly. a large hand settles on the top of your head, messing up your hair whilst his lips lock yours in for another kiss.

“exactly,” your lover nods in approval before grabbing your bag and placing it aside. he also helps you take off your coat and even bends down to undo your shoes for you.

you wonder how you’ve even managed to land such a man.

satoru’s long fingers work quick to undo the laces on your shoes. your tired eyes can’t help but steal a glance at the veins that run down his slender hands — up his forearms and. . .

“somethin’ on your mind, princess?” his voice calls out as he massages your feet for a split second to ease the accumulated tension from all the walking. you simply shake your head ‘no’, though satoru knows you better than you know yourself.

with a light-hearted chuckle, he raises to his full length and leads you through the hallway. his footsteps were light whilst yours were the exact opposite: heavy and exhausted.

maybe a shower or bath would help you refresh and relax. thus, that’s exactly what the sorcerer recommends;

“why don’t you go take a nice shower whilst i prepare you a hot meal, hm?” satoru comments and stops in his tracks right before the door to the bathroom. his gaze lingers on your pretty face—his hands never leaving your skin.

the idea of taking a shower did seem like the ideal solution to your problems at the moment, “okay i will, but err. . .”

your voice trails off as you look up at satoru. his knuckles run over your cheeks lovingly and his warm gaze tells you that he’s smitten with you. totally. utterly. he makes you so nervous without even realising it in the slightest.

“you don’t have to cook me something. i know work has been hard on you too.” you finish your sentence with an apologetic little smile. one that makes satoru want to squeeze your cheeks together.

you had always been a bit selfless and it’s an admirable trait, but your boyfriend also has this gnawing urge to take care of you in any way he can. maybe it’s because he’s a few years older than you and knows from experience how tough things could get at your age.

satoru smirks and pokes your sides playfully, “don’t you worry your pretty little head ‘bout that. now let’s get you in that shower.”

a little yelp leaves your throat as you feel yourself get hoisted over his shoulder. the white-haired sorcerer opens the door with one hand, the other protectively placed on your waist to keep you from falling.

he settles you back on your feet in the middle of the room—eyes now filled with a playful glint. you could probably already guess the next words that leave his mouth.

“need help undressing? i’ll gladly do it for you,” satoru laughs. you roll your eyes and teasingly shove him towards the door. he puts his hands in the air to show his surrender, though doesn’t miss the opportunity to look you over one last time.

you’re like the embodiment of beauty even when your eyes have lost their usual spark. even if you barely have any energy left to do anything. he loves every side of you, no matter what.

resisting the urge to pull you into his arms for the nth time, your boyfriend eventually leaves you be and closes the door as he steps out. his mind, however, was still overly full with thoughts of you.

“ah, what a woman.” satoru mutters in pure amazement under his breath after departing from the bathroom. there’s a visible spring in his step as he walks to the kitchen—happy to take care of his girl.

. . .

you finish your much needed bath after about half an hour. you look in the bathroom mirror whilst wrapping a simple white towel around your torso. the bath sure did help to clear your mind, though there’s still one thing bothering you. something you’ve forgotten.

you can’t really put your finger on it, but it must have been something important. there’s an iffy feeling in your chest as you walk out of the bathroom — instantly heading towards the kitchen. surely, satoru could help you remember it.

“toru,” you call out before stepping into the kitchen. your lover is standing at the counter, his back towards you and his hands working fast to chop up some vegetables. the many pans and stoves scattered around the area only further prove his determination to prepare you a nice hot meal.

“yeah, princ— oh.” satoru eventually turns his head, looking over his shoulder to see you standing a few steps behind him. he couldn’t believe his luck; to have his gorgeous, gorgeous girlfriend in his apartment was one thing—but having his girlfriend in front of him with only a towel on was another thing. the remaining waterdroplets running down your skin made you all the more attractive.

he grins as he puts the knife down and quickly dries his hands. he couldn’t wait to put his hands on your body, “c’mere, pretty.”

you grunt the moment satoru envelopes you into a tight hug with your face squished into his chest. he nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head—over dramatically acting as if he hasn’t seen you for days.

his hands teasingly find their way under the material of the towel. the tips of his fingers are cold in comparison to your warm and damp skin. he drags the pad of his thumb up and down the curve of your ass; sighing in content as he feels the plush flesh.

“perv.” you mutter under your breath, though can’t deny that the light touch makes you putty in his hands. satoru responds with his usual ‘only when it comes to you’ comment before pulling away to take in your embarrassed expression. he lives for those physical reactions you have to his advances.

you slightly turn your head to the right, purposely avoiding his gaze. you face the door of the fridge that you stood in front of. your eyes fall onto the sticky notes. there’s one standing out from all the others.

you had placed it on there a few weeks ago so you wouldn’t accidentally forget that oh-so-important date.

turns out you did just that.

your face drops and you instantly go into panic mode. how could you fail to recall that today is satoru’s birthday? you don’t even know how to explain yourself. no amount of excuses would ever make this right. or so you thought.

satoru is an attentive lover; he is aware of almost everything that’s going on in your head. perhaps he is good at reading minds. or perhaps it’s just that your body language and facial expressions disclose everything he needs to know about your current mood.

“hey, i’m not upset.” satoru breathes out, eyes closed as he slides ticklish kisses down your neck. it is a sign of reassurance; he doesn’t want you to conclude that he’s angry with you for forgetting such a thing. besides, he understands that being an university student is a struggle by itself, “having you here with me at the end of the day ‘s all that matters to me, okay?”

you sigh, both in frustration and content. you’re frustrated with yourself for being too caught up with your studies, though you’re also appreciative for satoru’s empathy and lenience. he is so kind and mature; always optimistic about everything. your mindset is the opposite of his. your age gap sure did explain those cognitive differences.

despite satoru’s consolation, you still feel like you owe him something. you tilt your head back so you’re able to look him in the eyes. you give him the cutest pout ever and that man is—once again—feeling light-headed. satoru can’t decide whether to continue consoling you or to tease you about forgetting his birthday.

you are adorable when you sulk.

“i’m still.. well, sorry.” you sniffle, cuddling up to your lover to show your genuine remorse, “i know that you wouldn’t ever forget about my birthday - no matter how busy you might. . . .”

blahblahblah. you are babbling on and on about how inappropriate it is of you to forget his birthday, but satoru is hearing none of that.

his coherent thoughts shut down the moment he felt your tits press up against his chest. it is meant as an innocent hug on your part, however apparently couldn’t be interpreted as one.

your visible cleavage and the way the towel is doing a bad job at hiding the volume of your breasts increases the lewd thoughts gathering in his mind. there is no way that he can survive any more physical contact between you two without taking some action.

“..so, i was thinking that i could make it up to you somehow.” you conclude at one point in the conversation. satoru’s body subtly jolts as he snaps out of his dazed state.

he gives you a sheepish smile and tries to play it off by continuing the conversation, “make it up to me, huh?”

you nod in response and give him your best puppy eyes. your lover sighs in defeat; satoru couldn’t keep his emotions and carnal desires in check anymore. his hands are twitching, aching and longing to touch you all over.

the rational part of his mind told him to continue comforting you. to tell you that there was no need to compensate for failing to remember his birthday. the lust-driven part of him craves to take you up on the offer and give a different and more sexual twist to it.

satoru takes a deep breath and puts some distance between you two. not because he is annoyed or irritated by your behaviour, but because he might lose control of himself.

you can’t guess the intentions behind your lover’s actions, thus confusion follows; “satoru? you okay?”

maybe he actually is displeased by your lack of remembrance—deep, deep inside. you bite your lip anxiously, reaching your hand out to hold satoru’s in attempt to try and get him to look at you. his vision is obstructed by his own bangs, a dark shadow casted over his eyes, one that prevents you from gauging his mood.

you feel a light electric shock go through your body the instant your fingers curled around his hand. your boyfriend’s body stiffens and it’s like time stilled.

“fuck, i tried.” satoru mutters under his breath.

then, before you knew what was happening, you’re pinned to the door of the fridge. there are efforts made to articulate proper words, but the shock has overtaken all your senses. it isn’t like you could speak either—your lips are sealed shut by your lover’s.

his hands didn’t waste a single second now that they have free rein. they fondle you everywhere; from cupping your cheeks, to sliding down your neck and lower. his fingers rub up against the area where your nipples would be, sensually stroking them through the towel. his feverish kisses combined with his constant touches make you shiver in exhilaration.

you’re trying to keep up with his sudden burst of lust and that’s adorable to the white-haired sorcerer. he can feel you struggling to keep yourself balanced on your toes, your arms wrap tightly around his neck so you’d be inseparable. you feel him grin against your lips for a split second—the gesture alerting you of what might be coming.

“mmh,” satoru grunts once he frees your bare body from its confines. he finally breaks the kiss—the sole reason being to admire the sight of you.

it feels like he just unveiled a heavenly painting. his eyes don’t know what to focus on. if he is to properly and completely appreciate your nude body, it’d take him days or even weeks, “god, have i ever told you how lucky i am to be yours?”

your heart stutters in your chest as all attention is on you. the gentle yet hungry touch of your lover, his hands caressing everywhere they can reach and his half-lidded eyes that are focused on your most intimate parts—you don’t know how much more you can take.

satoru’s breathing becomes even heavier than it was moments ago. he leans his head down to your level, lips hovering above the space between your neck and shoulder. his mouth latches onto your skin after taking a moment to try and keep himself from rushing into things. but alas, he is a simple man.

his lips work precisely and diligently to leave hickeys on every inch. his teeth gently sink into your flesh here and there, his warm saliva coating the faint markings left. your body is his canvas for tonight and the many other nights that are yet to come — for as long as you give him permission to.

“ngh— t.. toru,” you stammer, almost squealing. the sloppy kisses left on your sensitive skin resulted in you whining for more. satoru feels a rush of satisfaction like no other; the frequency of his touches only increasing with each sound erupting from your throat. his tongue slides over your plump breasts, his fingers flicking the nipple he isn’t sucking on.

he eventually detaches from your tits, leaving them both covered in his saliva. he hums in delight at the erotic view and gives both your breasts a last kiss. satoru looks up into your eyes again—a sense of want in them, “you look like you have somethin’ to say, baby.”

you do, but, don’t know how to bring the message across. it is embarrassing to say all of your thoughts out loud; all that you actually want him to do that you. you know satoru would love it if you do, however you do not have the guts to.

your body does all the talking anyway. there is a pool of slick forming between your thighs, your bodily fluids showing just how aroused you are. you aren’t the only one in that state; satoru has had a raging hard-on the entire time.

“i want you,” there it goes.

you avert your eyes, though not for long. gentle fingers hold your chin up, forcing you to stare at your lover. his face is intensely close and your heart is in your throat. satoru grins at your shy behaviour, finding it all the more endearing.

“awh, my little princess wants me?” he pouts, almost mockingly if you didn’t know better. his gaze flickers downwards, “where d’ya want me? show me, baby.”

if you aren’t embarrassed already, you’d sure be now. satoru’s teasing words and the sultry tone of voice he uses eventually urges you to comply. your shaky fingers wrap around his wrist, bringing his hand down towards your tingling cunt, “here.”

the older man hisses at the direct contact his hand makes with your pussy. it is so wet and ready — he wanted nothing more than to bury his fat cock between your folds and feel your sweet little cunt cling onto it.

he cups your cunt delicately, grazing his thumb against your clit. he traces faint circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves to make you squirm and whimper in pleasure. his other fingers spread your folds apart so he can collect your wetness on them.

“how naughty,” satoru sighs. his index finger prods at your entrance, but your thighs clamp down around his hand before he’s able to push it in.

he snickers in amusement and retracts his hand. he licks your juices off of his long fingers in a painfully slow manner, “well.. who am i to deny you? what the princess says, goes.”

satoru lifts your body up in his arms, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. he kisses you passionately again—his tongue swirling around yours. you exchange soft moans as your hands lift his shirt up and over his head.

you cut the kiss short to appreciate the sight of your lover’s well-built upper body. that drives him utterly insane. that look you give him.

satoru curses under his breath and pulls you down onto the carpet below. he carefully places you on your back and—once you are settled—instantly rushes to undo his grey sweatpants.

his eyes are darting from his clothes to your naked body under him. god, he wants to fuck you so bad. the view of you spread out and patiently waiting for him to take you had him weak in the knees. it’s a sinful scene, yet the pleading and almost innocent-like look in your eyes is a complete contrast.

“don’t worry, i’ll give it to you in a second, baby.” satoru grins once he pulls his boxers down to his knees—revealing his hardened cock. he strokes it slowly and the pre-cum drips down the shaft, his thumb smearing the droplets all over his pink tip.

after getting a couple strokes in, he grabs the base of his dick and guides it to your wet cunt. satoru rubs his tip up and down your slit. what he didn’t expect is for his cockhead to slide into you so easily. he didn’t even have to put in the slightest of effort.

your back arches due to the feeling and your nails dig into the carpet below you. the mixture of your slick and his pre-cum is all the lubricant you need.

“shit. seems like she doesn’t wanna let go any time soon.” satoru addresses your cunt with a groan whilst he slips his fat cock deeper into you. his eyes roll back as he feels the warmth of your pussy engulfing him, “. . .not like i was planning to leave her empty anyway.”

you moan and shiver at both satoru’s dirty words and his dick that’s currently stuffing your insides full. your mouth hangs open, your eyes remain shut and your brain takes in all the granted sensations. adjusting to his lengthy size takes you a few seconds and when you gave your boyfriend permission to continue— that’s exactly what he does.

his hips thrust in an almost hypnotising rhythm: back and forth, back and forth. every interval between the firm movements is the exact same. the thing that differs and makes the experience all the better, is the difference in strength behind each thrust.

one moment he’s carefully sliding in and out of your sopping cunt and in the next he’s forcefully slamming his cock all the way in and out. satoru stifles his moans by attaching his lips to yours—capturing them in a sloppy, rough kiss.

“satoru—satoru, ah, please.. right there,” you mewl into his mouth. his tongue finds yours and your salivas mix.

your lover answers your pleas by holding onto your hand, your fingers interlocking with his thumb soothingly rubbing your skin. satoru never fails to make you feel loved during intimate acts like these. no matter how filthy, nasty and rough he’s fucking you.

you arch your back and your chest presses against satoru’s, causing him to groan against your lips. a cocky grin appears on his face after he moves his head to the crook of your neck. he leaves a couple hickeys along the area of your throat—his hips not giving you a break. even as you continuously whimper and look like you’re about to lose your mind from pleasure.

that’s what satoru wants; to have you come undone beneath him. it’s the most beautiful thing in the world to him. others may call it perverted, but the older man always aims to make you reach as many orgasms as you can in one night. it fuels his carnal desires to see you convulse and shake after every intense climax.

his baby feeling good is all he wants to achieve.

“mhm, i know, princess. i know.” satoru breathes out and returns his lips to yours. he can’t go on long without tasting you. you’re like a drug he’s addicted to. every reaction—small or big—gets him going, “take it easy—fuck, you can do that f’me."

you reply with incoherent noises of agreement. there’s not a thought going on behind those watery eyes of yours. that much is obvious to your boyfriend.

your legs lock his cock inside of you by wrapping around his hips. your eyes are glazed over; a cockdrunk look. one that would make any man cum on spot.

“princess, wait,” satoru whines. he can’t stop himself, yet he’s telling you to wait. his body refuses to come to a halt as it strives towards a satisfying orgasm. he can feel it, his balls tightening and ready to spill everything they have, “if you continue looking at me like that, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum.”

he isn’t lying. you’re nearly driving him over the edge with everything you do. your legs that tighten their grip around his hips in fear of him pulling out is his favorite thing to experience. it’s like you’re desperate to continue.

your hands play with his sweaty body, fingers caressing his hard chest to feel his heartbeat. you’re drooling. your head is spinning as you think of your lover claiming you. fucking his precious cum into you, “inside—want it inside. all of it.”

satoru chokes on his spit. you don’t know what you do to him. muttering such erotic words causes the older man to malfunction every time. without fail. his hips are painfully ramming against yours.

“you sure? ah, shit.” satoru curses. his brows are furrowed, his hands holding you by your jaw. the view of you with your head tilted back and your teary eyes looking straight into his is pure perfection, “can’t deny you when you look so hot begging me to cum inside your greedy little pussy.”

the room is spinning. your nails claw into satoru’s back, leaving faint red marks on his pale skin. you shudder the instant he slides out of you until all that’s left is his pink tip prodding at your entrance.

it’s like he gets off on it. to see you whimper, quiver and struggle to contain your pleas for permission to cum. your boyfriend drags his tip up and down your slit, tapping it against your clit repeatedly.

“cum f’me, baby.” satoru coos. he knows you’re right on the edge. before you can reply, he shoves his cock back inside your spasming cunt—ruthlessly pounding you until you scream his name.

your eyes roll back and all you can do is hold your breath the moment the intense orgasm washes over you. your hips buck, your legs tremble and your pussy gushes all over his cock.

spurts of clear liquid cover satoru’s thighs. you squirting isn’t something he had expected to see, but it is a pleasant surprise regardless. it all gets too much for your lover and it drives him to his own climax as well.

satoru hugs you tightly to him. your chests press together with one of his arms holding your upper body up—his nose buried into your hair. a muffled grunt escapes his mouth and that’s when you know that he's reaching his finish.

“please—take it, take it, take it,” satoru stutters and stammers. he can’t form any proper words the moment his cock twitches and releases a huge load of sperm into your womb. it’s an overwhelming amount; globs of transculent white liquid ooze out from between your folds.

his sticky cum slides down to your asshole and onto the carpet, staining it. satoru bites his bottom lip whilst his body is still recovering, cock going soft once he pulls it out. he doesn’t know what to do or where to look, yet somehow his gaze always darts back to your dripping cunt.

“fuck. . . that’s hot.” the older man takes in a deep breath. it’s too soon to get hard again, he figures. the way you’re still trembling and struggling to catch your breath tells him enough. you need a break. and a well-deserved one it is.

your weak taps against satoru’s shoulder snaps him out of his dazed state. he takes your hand in his and gently squeezes before helping you into a sitting position. his blue eyes flash with worry,

“hey, hey, baby—you okay?” satoru asks. his voice is raspy, though obviously filled with concern. he rubs your back and encourages you to take deep breaths. small kisses to your temples help calm you down too.

your breathing eventually returns to normal. you chuckle tiredly and lean your head against his shoulder. your attentive lover wipes the saliva from the corners of your lips and does the same with the tears around your eyes. you sniff, “y-yeah. just felt amazing, hehe.”

satoru sighs in relief. he was scared that he hurt you somehow. your confession makes him laugh and squeeze your body against his. he cups your face and kisses you twice out of pure adoration.

you’re always ten times more adorable to him after you’ve had sex.

“aw, glad it did.” satoru smiles, his dimples showing. your eyes glisten and you smile back out of reflex. you pucker your lips and your lover takes the hint. he presses his mouth against yours once more; this time playfully swiping his tongue over your bottom lip.

you pull back and teasingly swat his bicep. satoru tickles your side as a response. and that’s how you once again end on the floor, with a heavy weight pressing onto your front.

satoru nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent. you’re the best thing to have happened to him. you, the love of his life.

“the best present i could have ever gotten.” the white-haired sorcerer mumbles to no one in particular. though, you heard it. faintly.

you rub his back. you’re sure you made it up to him. he’s clinging onto you, nearly suffocating you by laying on top of your smaller body, but you don’t mind. you play with his hair and your fingernails graze against his undercut to which satoru reacts with a low purr.

you’re happy. he’s happy. that’s all that matters;

“happy birthday, my love.”

[scaphismpriest]

Do you have some 7n7 tips #perhaps

yeah sure

playing 007n7 has a high skill ceiling, so when ur using inject all settings are very important to keep in mind.

aimless - you might think aimless is a weird and mostly unreliable setting for your clones, but actually aimless is pretty important if the killer spots you and is heading your way

putting a aimless clone behind a wall can make it seem like you are attempting to hide from the killer when they come over as the clone usually will be idle in place, making it a bit more believable.

You could also use this trick for chases, though this is sorta unreliable and i do not recommend "clone hiding" as a strat for chases.

pathfinding - Now you might think that this is THE setting you should use for your clones, but there is actual skill to using this inject setting correctly as experienced killers seeing a 007n7 run across the map from point a to point b will make them think that it is a pathfinding clone and not the real 007n7, most likely ignoring the clone

You wanna use pathfinding clones for chases mostly, but you have to use them CORRECTLY if you want them to be convincing.

Lets say the killer is infront of the furthest spawn, your clone will run TOWARDS them because the furthest spawn is behind the killer, this is a BAD PLAY because it will make it obvious that it is a pathfinding clone due to it running towards the killer.

Now lets say the furthest spawn is infront of you, with the killer being behind you in chase, you can run behind a corner and then throw a clone to run AWAY from the killer instead of running towards them, this is a GOOD play as it makes it alot more convincing to make it seem that you (aka the clone) is attempting to run away from the killer!

Cursor - This will be your wildcard inject setting, cursor can be pretty flexible if its used correctly in a certain situations, but it will need your attention to make your clone look convincing as it is not automated like the last two, cursor can be used to bait killers into attacking a clone (i.e standing still in the open then pretending to run away) Just keep in mind clones have a time limit and distracting killers with clone bait is very inconsistent at times if the killer is not actively focusing on your clone.

You could also use cursor clones to attempt to meat shield teammates, yet again THIS IS INCONSISTENT AND RISKY!

You could also have cursor on while being chased, but you will have to be from a safe distance as invisibility has a time limit. (and this will be harder as 007n7 will have invisibility time changes later on.)

I really dont have much to say on cursor, as using cursor for me on console is pretty clunky so I dont usually use it most of the time, but cursor should be your err.... extras unless you are actually attempting to use it for chases.

Other clone uses - other clone uses i can think of is "Clone parrying" if you are at REALLLY LOW health, and you are getting chased and the killer is getting ready to hit the final blow on you, you can use a clone to body block you and instead take the hit, giving you time to escape as killers have a kill animation that lasts for a few seconds, rendering them stunned, making them kill the clone instead of you! Again sometimes you will need to time this appropriately and face the killer at the perfect moment to direct your clone into them, i find aimless works best with this as it will automatically run into the killers hitbox.

another clone use (I think works against highlighting killers?) is using clones to give yourself indectablity, I usually will use this against 1x1x1x1 and John Doe as they have a highlighting ability for survivors that has a audio cue (though john doe's is much more quieter) ( and I dont think this works with jasons raging pace unfortunately.), when working on a generator and I hear their audio cue I will send out a clone to give myself indetectablity so I do not have to worry about getting sniped potentially (that is if im working alone.)

C00lgui - Okay... C00lgui is a pretty good ability as it is basically a instant tp ability across the map... not really, it is VERY situational as C00lgui takes time to execute. You do not want to use C00lgui willy nilly even if it is for getting across the map (mainly because ususally FURTHEST SPAWNS are badly placed for teleporting, Also c00lgui's recharge takes almost a damn minute) , you only use it IF you have the time and enough distance to do so when the killer locks onto you from afar, this is because c00lgui can be canceled upon hit, wasting your tp effectively. (ranged killers can fuck this up if you are positioned poorly)

C00lgui only really shines in LMS, the killer coming towards you? just tp before they even make it to you? (that is if you're a FAR AWAY distance when lms does happen, otherwise c00lgui wont help you.)

but do be aware... some experienced killers WILL read you if you do use C00lgui, and will immediately just run over to the furthest spawn you are teleporting to, to combat this, try to pretend you are using c00lgui by holding an item, if they continue to run over to you and the highlight ends THEN use c00lgui ASAP!

Extras - My final thoughts is, as a 007n7, you are a survivalist and your main job should be completing generators and scouting for items for your teammates, you want to be a sorta pseudo-elliot if possible for your team, you can support your teammates by giving them items when they are safe, and then if possible distract the killer for them if push comes to shove.

you can also try pretending to act like a clone and sometimes does pay off if you act like a clone! though this depends on the killers experience and if they will fall for it and how convincing you look.

[eiraeths]

list of assorted verbs to use in writings

they’re sorted a-z at least

Abjure - to renounce, repudiate under oath; to avoid, shun

Abnegate - to deny oneself things; to reject; to renounce

Abrogate - cancel; deny; repeal

Accrue - to accumulate; gradually increase over time

Acost - to approach and speak to first; to confront in a challenging or aggressive way

Adulterate - render something poorer in quality by adding another substance

Adumbrate - to sketch out in a vague way

Aggrandize - increase power, status, or wealth of

Allotted - give or apportion (something) to someone as a share or task

Alludes - hint or refer to

Amalgamate - combine or unite

Amble - walk at a slow, relaxed pace

Anneal - allow metal or glass to cool before working with so it won’t be brittle

Assailed - make a concerted or violent attack on

Attenuate - reduce the force, effect, or value of; reduce in thickness; make thin

Augment - increase

Augur - (of an event or circumstance) portend a good or bad outcome

Badger - pester

Balk - hesitate or refuse to accept an idea or undertaking

Bedizen - to ornament or dress in a showy or gaudy manner

Begets - to give rise to; bring about

Belabor - argue or elaborate a subject in extensive detail; attack or assault someone physically or verbally

Beleaguer - to cause constant or repeated trouble

Belie - fail to justify; contradict; conceal

Besmirch - damage of the reputation of someone or something in the opinion of others; to make dirty

Blather - talk long-windedly without making much sense

Bloviate - talk at length, especially in an inflated or empty way

Bode - be an omen of a particular outcome

Burgeon - to grow or develop quickly; flourish

Cajole - persuade someone to do something by persistent coaxing or flattery

Careen - to lurch or swerve while in motion, especially with minimal control

Carouse - engage in boisterous, drunken merrymaking; to party

Chasten - to correct by punishment or reproof; to restrain or subdue

Chivvying - tell someone repeatedly to do someone, nag

Cicatrize - (with reference to a wound) heal by scar formation

Coarsen - to become rough or less polite

Codify - arrange into a systematic code; classify

Concatenate - link together

Connive - secretly allow something immoral to occur; conspire

Construe - interpret a word or action in a particular way

Coruscate - to give off bright flashes of light

Curtail - reduce in extent or quantity; restrict on

Defalcate - embezzle (funds with which one has been entrusted)

Dehisce - gape or burst open; in relation to fruit, seed, or open wound

Delve - reach inside a receptacle and search for something

Demarcate - set, mark, or draw the boundaries of something

Deride - to ridicule, laugh at with contempt

Descry - to catch sight of something distant

Desecrate - ruin something holy

Dissent - to disagree

Dither - to be indecisive; hesitant

Divine - discover something by guesswork or intuition

Dredges - clean out dirt from edges of a body of water

Drub - to defeat decisively

Educe – bring out or develop (something latent or potential).

Efface - erase from a surface, make oneself appear insignificant or inconspicuous

Emaciate - to make thin or feeble

Embroil - involve deeply in argument, conflict, or different situation

Emulate - match or surpass a person, typically by imitation

Ensconce - establish or settle someone or something in a safe comfortable place

Entreat - ask someone earnestly or anxiously to do something

Err - to be mistaken or incorrect; make a mistake; misbehave

Espoused - to take up and support as a cause; become attached to

Espy - to catch sight of

Estivate - spend a hot or dry period in a stage of prolonged torpor or dormancy

Etherize - anesthetize a person or animal with ether

Evince - to show or demonstrate clearly; manifest; reveal the presence of (a quality or feeling)

Expiate - to make amends; make up for; to avert

Exude - give off/ooze; of a person display an emotion or quality openly and strongly

Feint - to make deceptive movement; to make a pretense of

Foment - instigate or stir up an undesirable or violent sentiment or course of action or rebellion; to apply warm liquids to, to warm

Forfend - relating to some kind of real or pretended danger or other unpleasantness; ward off; (heaven forbid/forfend)

Galvanize - to startle into sudden activity

Garnered - gather or collect, especially information or approval

Glean - to collect bit by bit; to gather with patient labor

Hegemonize - subject a population, region, process, etc, to a dominant political or social power

Imbibe - to drink; to take in, absorb

Impel - drive, urge, or force someone to do something

Impinge - having effect or impact, typically negative

Impugn - dispute to truth, validity, or honesty of a statement

Inculcate - instill an idea or habit by persistent instruction

Indemnify - compensate for damage or loss

Indite - to write; to compose

Ingratiate - to make oneself agreeable and thus gain favor or acceptance by others (can be critical or derogatory)

Inundate - overwhelm (someone) with things or people to deal with; flood

Inveigh - to make a violent attack in words, express strong disapproval

Jettison - to cast overboard, to get rid of as unnecessary or burdensome

Jip - cheat or swindle someone

Kowtow - act in an excessively subservient manner

Lambaste - criticize harshly; to assault

Languish - lose or lack vitality; grow weak

Lionize - give public attention and praise to; celebrate someone as if they’re a celebrity

Mar - impair the appearance of; disfigure; spoil

Masquerade - pretend to be someone one is not

Mollify - appease the anger or anxiety of someone

Muddle - bring into a disordered or confusing state

Natter - talk casually, especially about unimportant matters

Occlude - to close, shut, or block

Opine - hold and state one’s opinion

Oust - drive out or expel someone or something from a position of power

Palpate - to examine through touch

Patter - make a repeated light tapping sound

Percolate - filter gradually

Perforate - pierce and make a hole or holes in

Pernoctate - stay up or out all night; pass the night somewhere

Peruse - to read thoroughly and carefully

Plod - walk doggedly and slowly with heavy steps

Prattle - talk at length in a foolish or inconsequential way

Prevaricate - to lie or deviate from the truth

Proffer - hold out something to someone for acceptance; offer

Prognosticate - to predict or foretell a future event

Promulgate - to make an idea, belief, etc, known to many people by open declaration; proclaim

Purloin - to steal (typically used in a humorous way to show the theft was not serious)

Purport - appear or claim to be something, especially falsely

Rankle - get under someone’s skin

Reck - heed to something

Recogitate - to think over again

Reify - make something abstract more tangible and real

Rend - tear (something) into two or more pieces

Renege - to fail to carry out a promise or commitment; to renounce, disown

Repress - subdue someone or something by force

Revile - to attack with abusive language; to call insulting names

Roister - to enjoy oneself or celebrate in a noisy way

Romp - to move in a lively manner

Roust - to get up and start moving; treat roughly

Rue - to regret, be sorry for

Satiate - to satisfy completely; to fill to excess

Satisfice - to pursue the minimum satisfactory condition or outcome

Skirl - (of bagpipes) to make a shrill, wailing sound

Spurn - reject with contempt

Stipulate - to arrange specifically; to require as a condition of agreement

Supersede - take the place of a person previously in authority

Supplant - replace

Surmise - to think or believe without certain supporting evidence

Tantalize - torment or tease, usually with something unobtainable

Tessellate - decorate or cover a surface with a pattern of repeated shapes, especially polygons, that fit together without gaps or overlapping

Traipse - walk or move warily or reluctantly

Trounce - defeat heavily in a contest

Uluate - howl or wail with emotion, typically grief

Usurp - to seize and hold a position by force or without right

Vacillate - to swing indecisively from one course of action to another; to waver weakly in mind or will

Vegetate - live or spend a period in a dull, inactive, unchallenging way

Venerate - to regard with reverence, look up to with great respect

Vie - compete for

Winnow - removing what is not wanted

Wreak - cause a large amount of damage or harm, inflict (vengeance)

Wrest - obtain by seizing forcibly or violently, also metaphorically

[cosycafune]

THE COLLAPSE OF INTIMACY; TOJI FUSHIGURO:

— Toji’s never been emotionally constructed to comfort you after intimacy, since he’s scared to lose you, but what happens when you reach your breaking point?

a summary of acts: the aftermath of sex, light aftercare, angst, cum dripping out of reader, neglect, pleading, crying, a lack of emotional stability + potential more. ignore errors <3

Adapting to the frowned upon wails of the thundering rain, you cast your lonesome being into laying pathetically upon your bed. Your bed as you analyse the melodic rain drops, the thickness of drying cum adorning your bundled thighs.

Frowning, your limbs mature into an useless state, your ailing heart mourning the distantness of Toji's presence. His presence as he had fled from your shared room for a few minutes, leaving your vulnerability to curl and unearth the tragedy within your pained physique.

Concealing the roughness of your crashing numbness, you bundle up the severity of your urging tears. Tears that urge whilst the value of your physique degrades itself, swelling nothing more into a withering aspect of glee.

Aware of Toji's sexual distantness, your nimble fingers erupt with a clumsy sense of arising. Arising as you further lay, the cruel coolness adorning the curved planes of your hickey-toned back. A back that Toji had so admirably relished, carving it with a tender love and cherished fondness.

Stifling back the pitiful vulnerability that endows your troubled physique, you embark within the coldness that provides you mental warmth. A warmth that errs to align with Toji's conflicting touch, partially with how frequent he usually gifts you aftercare.

Yet, during many of the moments within the week, he would be gleeful towards gifting you aftercare. However, he currently remains desolate — accustoming you to question the worthiness of your strained being.

"It...hurts," Mustering meek sounds of desperation, you painfully render yourself into unhurriedly shifting off of the bed.

An ailing pain slithers and coddles your searing physique, bandaging you with simply the ability to sombrely weep. To weep as your unsteady limbs fall crashing upon the ground, incapable of steadying the weakness of your overplayed legs.

"W-Will...I ever not cry or be left alone?" Attempting to gather yourself into steering towards the bathroom, you discover yourself incapable of conducting something so simply.

Tragically, your throat begins to mature into a barren condition. Barren towards Toji accustoming himself to leave you so desolate, erring to acknowledge the unfathomable brigades of pain that etch within you.

"You can't look me in the eyes during sex, tell me that you want me, just to leave me here with your cum," With your naked physique upon the frowned upon flooring, you mindlessly plaster yourself into glimpsing at the content ceiling.

"Y-You can't stuff me with your cum, but be so afraid to look at me when we're done and I'm my most vulnerable," Hysterically ensuing your dearest cries, your disregarded physique could only express itself within an useless form.

Through your unheard tears.

"H-He doesn't even want to cuddle me, to clean me up or to kiss my forehead—"

Listening to the piercing sounds of pitiful soundlessness, you curl yourself so earnestly upon the ground. Upon the ground whilst your lips curl and fluster with vulnerability, taken aback by how degraded you sadly fall.

"H-How did you get on the floor?" Stoically, Toji conducts his airy tone. His airy tone whilst he remains within a pair of sweatpants, his attire mocking the entirety of your unsheathed presence.

"Y-You left me here...for twenty minutes!" Weeping, unwilling to be drawn nearer to him, your anger blossoms as his frame surfaces beside your contorted facial features.

"G-Go away!" Bellowing with the means of a thousand neglected beings, you cast your frustrations upon his guarded being, "You already look at me like I'm dirty, so stay away, Toji." Frantically trembling, you mildly flinch towards him delicately stroking your cheek.

"Am I dirty, Toji?" Incapable of concealing your urge for truth and wisdom to lick upon you, your infinite pout dissolves, "You're only truly happy when we fuck, but you left me here." Attempting to shift out of his callous hold, you discover him drifting nearer and nearer to you.

"N-No—"

"—Then, why did you cum in me, shower yourself and leave the room?" Sobbing audibly, you endeavour to resurface room to restfully breathe. To restfully breathe whilst you're smothered with embarrassment, embraced because your cries lull him.

"..." Further feeling the sentiment of your heart shatter, your morals pool within your mushy head. A headspace that mimics clouded terrains, clouded because of the harshness that adorns them.

"I-I want to be a princess," With your lip trembling with inflated fear, you acknowledge Toji audibly chuckling at your unprovoked wording.

"Why?" Softly attempting to soothe your disarray, Toji clings to the concept of you utilising such an intense moment.

"Because I want to be treated right, and not like some useless sex toy," Incapable of arising, you falter further towards the lack of emotions he portrays.

"You're—"

"—You can't stand me, but you love cumming in me," Unable to steady the clumsiness of your fleeting voice, your lips quiver at the distribution of mental power.

“Is that what you think I do?” Toji questions with a pivotal concern, his eyes widening towards the delicateness you forcefully display.

You were a dying, reckless star. A star he allows to burn his calloused hands, charring at the beauty of his scar-littered skin.

Your extensive love hurts him, but he holds no means to heal the beautiful burning sensation that tints his skin.

This feels like home to him. A cruel, sickly home that he’s roped you within — despite his extensive love for you being unable to peel and dilute itself.

“I don’t feel like this for no reason, Toji,” Yearning to be heard through your pleads, you curl at the patronisingly comfortable sensation of Toji writhing his nimble fingers across your cheek.

“You’re right, but I need time to learn,” Blurring out Toji’s indecisive words, you stir your heart into pounding crazily. Crazily as his words invite heartbreak and tragedy.

He always makes hollow promises, contradicting the love he yearns to show you.

The lack of intimacy he shows you…hurts more than his occasional bluntness on one of his worst days.

—

all rights reserved; vampiified. please do not copy my work, simply relish it and admire.

[marvelshifter111]

ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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𒅒 Cyberlingualism – The user can communicate and translate cyber technologies, either telepathically or by speaking

𒇫 Data manipulation – The user can create, shape and manipulate data and digital information

𒄆 Mechanical constructs – The user can change mechanical objects into different forms and objects of varying detail and permanence, ranging from simple shapes and images, to individual elements, substances and materials

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𒈔 Technological assimilation - The user can assimilate any technological objects into their body and make it one with the user.

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[jup1tersparx]

she edg on my ware until im indefinitely trapped in a modern greek tragedy

(ID under cut)

[ID: three drawings of Dr Henry Edgware from wooden overcoats, basically redraws of scenes he is in. Henry is a middle-aged desi man with light brown skin, long, poorly maintained, formerly brown hair that is now mostly grey from stress, brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave and glasses. He typically wears cyan doctor’s scrubs, grey trousers, blue-grey trainers and a dirty formerly white labcoat, stained with blood, dirt and scorch marks. He is visibly haggard and exhausted in all drawings.

Drawing one is him curled up asleep on a fur rug on the floor like a cat. The background is minimally drawn, visible is a bed and a person standing next to the bed in a long skirt. The shadows are stronger around the person - it is Antigone Funn. The drawing is of a scene from Season 4 episode 9.

Drawing two shows him standing writing on a clipboard with a stern expression, as if questioning a patient. He is wearing a bisexual flag pin. Next to him is Eric Chapman, a white man with curly medium-length bleach blonde hair wearing a tan suit and black dress shoes. Eric is doubled over sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. Next to them is a screenshot of a text conversation, which is a meme.

The text reads: H: “Checking in.” H: “Checking in.” E:“i’m bad” H:“Checking in.” E:“i’m doing bad”. Weeks pass in between the messages.

Underneath is a screenshot of the script for S3 episode 7. It reads: “EDGWARE: Ah. Hello, Eric… How you doing? / ERIC: (BROKEN) … Fine! / EDGWARE: Yes. Well, let me know if you have any problems. / ERIC: Well // actually- / EDGWARE: Good. I’ll be off then!”

Drawing three shows Henry and Antigone Funn at dinner together, in two head on shots (drawings). They both have empty plates and cutlery in front of them. Antigone is a middle-aged, thin, unhealthily pale woman, with very thick, long unruly black hair covering half her face. She is wearing a dark purple-red slip dress - a type of dress made of loose silk material with thin straps, designed not to be form-fitting on the body. She is wearing black lipstick and nail varnish, and has visible arm hair. She is also flat-chested, has crooked teeth with sharp canines and very dark eyebags. The shadows on her are strong and rendered like watercolour. Antigone is half leaning on her hand, half positioned to hide behind it. Her other arm is on the table, and she seems to be leaning forward. Her expression is attempting to appear optimistic, but she is obviously stressed and irritated. She is making direct eye contact with the camera and her posture is tense. The text next to her reads “yes, well, let’s imagine none of that happened.” “what sort of things would we have talked about? last night?”

Henry is slightly more put-together than usual, wearing a suit and with his hair down, appearing to have been washed and brushed recently, as well as being fully clean-shaven. He is wearing a black suit and tie. The camera is dead-on but he looks to the side, wide-eyed with an exaggerated expression, looking slightly like a cornered animal. Henry’s hands are clasped in front of him, writhing uncomfortably. The text next to him reads: “oh! err // well, um. // all sorts really!”

It is a scene from S4 episode 4. END ID]

[symerr]

I wanna move ⛈️ Out of the black, and into the blue

we're really happy with the edits we made with the pose so have a before and after of it before we added extra effects to it!!!

[raasturi]

The maggots are participating in strange evening activities

Sorry if this week’s post was a bit too freaky, something possessed me again

So, context to what’s happening: uhh Peri and Dale are ummm doing something and err they don’t want to get caught and stuff… or, well at least Dale doesn’t want to. Poor dude always has that terrified and tired look in his eyes when I draw him

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but like my vision of their relationship is the COMPLETE OPPOSITE to what I've seen most people imagine. Like I have not seen ANYBODY make them be like "I will fix him and it's actually working +it's kinda wholesome" (okay, well actually it's a bit more complicated than that, but still). Though that could probably be because I'm the only one with a lethal amount of microplastics in their body /j

Still, I hope that at least some of you can fw it (considering my follower count has risen from 30 to 50 in a matter of a few months, maybe you do care. Or then you're just here for the art/AU/something else and the ship is just something you'll have to deal with lmao, that would be hella funny)

Also here's some extra art. I absolutely love drawing in my chibi style, they look so stupid adorable

Peri really found himself a tall half-Russian bisexual bottom billionaire with internalized homophobia. Good for him

(Yeah, that’s right, Peri's a TOP!!! Probably weren’t expecting THAT!)

(The headcanon inbreeding has gone too far)

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I’m having trouble with my art style again! I mean the current style looks nice. It’s got the roughness and the edge I’m looking for, but it still lacks a certain softness. All the artists I’ve gotten inspiration from paint traditionally, so trying to recreate the same vibe is difficult when all the digital brushes feel too… digital, and fake

I’m currently in a weird transition phase where my art, especially my rendering style, isn’t consistent. Maybe I’ll figure something out. We’ll see. In the meantime, don't be surprised if my style changes a bit with each post lol

If you ever wonder why it takes me so long to post: it’s because of these long ass descriptions lol. I know most, if not all, will skip them, but I still like to add them for my sake. It’s also great English practice!

Also guess whose silly ass got sick right before Christmas. Mine did! Oh yeah, Merry Christmas or happy Holidays or whatever you’re celebrating or not celebrating btw 😍

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

hi uh haha err, I BEG YOU PLEASE DRAW TAK AND MIMI, im so in love with your art *crying*

literally me, when i see your arts:

AHHEEHEHEHEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I also love your artwork!!! Your recent drawings have me grinning ear to ear, no lie

I freakin LOVE TAK, when I hear her voice it makes me go apeshit bananas goo goo bonkers. ("SECURITY DEFENSE SYSTEMS ACTIVATED. INTRUDER DETECTED. GET YOUR FILTHY ALIEN MEAT OUT OF THE COCKPIT" me: starts clawing at the walls of my enclosure 😳💕💕💕) Character development is having a crush on dib as a kid, and one on tak as an adult lol

I don't want to sit on this ask until I make some new tak drawings, (I'm the queen of procrastination, I know I could easily do that) so I'm going to take this as an opportunity to share some stuff I've been sitting on. I've had these drawings in my sketchbook for maybe a month now. And I was looking forward to sharing them at the time, but I have this weird complex about sharing my stuff that it has to be all fully rendered and pretty. I'm trying to get away from that. And I can honestly say that since these drawings are a little on the older side, I most likely won't put aside the time to go over them. SO YOU GET THEM ALL ROUGH. Sorry no mimi. Yet

Couple first attempts at drawing her? I think I was aiming for an "older" disguised Tak. As you can see, she has a default expression

This was drawn from another older drawing, nutmegan from puss in boots doing the touchdown pose on the wishing star. I thought it suited her. Nevermind the missing backpack :')

She's just a little crazy!!! (I still like the first one.... I love her weird snively cackle laugh auughjhghhhhg)

I did draw her out of disguise, but they don't look as good. I want to draw more of her obviously. She's so cool and I love her. Hope you like these!

[jupiterswasphouse]

WASP REVIEW - VESPIQUEN LINE (POKÉMON)

[Image ID: An official render of Vespiquen from Pokémon /End IDs.]

Buzz buzz buzz, hey howdy everyone and a very merry Wasp Wednesday to those who celebrate! This time around, we return to the old Pokémon well with one from back in Generation 4. A fascinating design, truly, with multiple possible origins, but how does it compare to the real thing?

Starting out, as usual, with its appearance; We can see that Vespiquen has the correct number of wings, keeping up the wing count streak from Beedrill! Unfortunately it only has one pair of legs, and I don't see any of the requisite 3 ocelli on its head. Interestingly, in place of these ocelli is what appears to be a jewel? This is a part of a structure on its head that either is or heavily resembles a piece of old high-class headwear (with Bulbapedia specifically comparing it to an escoffion). Whether or not they are wearing this or if it is part of their body is unclear, as tends to be the case in the Pokémon franchise given their wishiwashi- err- Excuse me. Their wishy-washy history, or lack-thereof, of explaining Pokémon pseudo-clothing.

The eyes that are there are way too small if we assume a Vespid or Apid inspiration, and they honestly appear more vertebrate-like in structure, although I can't honestly tell whether the white part is supposed to be a reflection or a pupil. Furthermore, we can see that Vespiquen has no antennae, which is quite strange for an insect; Perhaps it has another, similar adaptation? The antennae could've even morphed into the horn-like shape of the "crown" during the evolutionary process. The mouthparts, meanwhile, equally appear to fall into this particular trap, as it seems to have no mouth at all, but its headgear has a structure that sort of resembles the missing mandibles.

[Image Source: Texas A&M AgriLife Extension, Salvador Vitanza | Image ID: A photo of the head of a yellowjacket species, Vespula pensylvanica, a social Vespid /End IDs.]

Moving onto the body, and the whole deal of pseudo-clothing comes back again, although, this time its connection to the body is more clear. Vespiquen is seen with an umbrella-shaped nest, looking like a dress or gown, wrapped around a more standard Hymenopteran body shape, with the Pokédex entry in Pokémon Diamond stating: "Its abdomen is a honeycomb for grubs". Now, the connection to honey bees is clear, however, I would much sooner compare her main body shape to that of Polybia paper wasps or Sphex thread-waisted wasps, and the shape of her built in nest to that of Polistes paper wasps.

[Image Sources: iNaturalist, limarrudandre; iNaturalist, Larry Clarfeld; Wikimedia Commons, Bob Peterson | Image IDs: Three photos, one of an individual of the species Polybia sericea visiting a green plant, another of a Great Black Digger Wasp, Sphex pensylvanicus, visiting some yellow flowers, and another of the nest of a colony of Horse Paper Wasps, Polistes major major, showing its umbrella-like shape /End IDs.]

Thankfully, this design has a clearly three-segmented body, with its head, mesosoma (functional thorax; thorax and propodeum), and metasoma (functional abdomen; petiole and gaster) all seeming fairly distinct from each other. Proportionally, the head is a bit small in comparison to the body, and the same, in my opinion, is true for the wings. The legs, as few as they are, are an alright size, but aren't properly segmented.

[Image Source: bugguide.net | Image ID: An illustrated diagram showing the legs of three Hymenopterans, the first two being of other wasps, while the last one is of a bee, with each segment labeled. Coxa, trochanter, femur, tibia, and tarsus, with metatarsus on the bee. /End IDs.]

Back to its "dress" before I move on; I'm very curious as to what sort of texture it has and what material structure it's made out of. In the Pokémon universe, the answer could really be anything, but the real world equivalents of Vespiquen would either have nests made of wax (honey bees) or nests made of paper (the aforementioned paper wasps, as well as members of Vespinae, such as yellowjackets and hornets). Perhaps it could be one of these materials, or maybe it's a thin layer of chitin, as a more direct part of its exoskeleton?

But if Vespiquen is both the queen and the nest itself, then what about the colony? Well, this Pokémon evolves directly from Combee, specifically a female Combee exclusively!

[Image ID: An official render of a female Combee /End IDs.]

I won't spend too much time on this particular design, but, from what I've already said, you can likely tell this is much less accurate. In exchange, the design is that much more fantastical in nature. Here we see three individuals connected to each other by combs made of either wax or, again, chitin; Each of the upper two bees has a singular antenna and wing, though they don't seem to have a full body. The one on the bottom, however, has a body, but the segmentation is unclear and it still does not have any legs. If it's female, this one also has a red patch on its forehead, while the males do not have this at all. Finally, all of them have two, far too small eyes, and strangely mammalian mouths.

Well? What of the behavior of this colony then? Well, as we already know, Vespiquen is the queen of the hive, as well as being the hive itself. However, the system of their sociality is quite unique from that of honey bees or even of Vespid wasps. Each colony might contain hundreds of Combee, however, these Combee aren't necessarily the offspring of the Vespiquen, as its Pokédex entry from Pokémon Shield states: "Vespiquen that give off more pheromones have larger swarms of Combee attendants". This implies that some Combee might be summoned into the colony, rather than being born into it.

Furthermore, the Pokédex entries from Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum read as follows: "Its abdomen is a honeycomb for grubs. It raises its grubs on honey collected by Combee"; "When endangered, grubs from its six-cell honeycomb strike back. There is only one in a colony"; "It releases various pheromones to make the grubs in its body do its bidding while fighting foes". These entries confirm that, for one, the Combee will collect/produce honey, thus also providing the ecosystem service of pollinating, while also confirming Vespiquen also produces at least some of the offspring of the colony. However, the fact that they specifically state that the grubs "strike back" or "do its bidding" is highly confusing. In the real world, larvae of social wasps such as paper wasps, yellowjackets, hornets, and honey bees (among multiple other examples) are wingless, stingless, and barely move.

[Image Source: Wikimedia Commons, Waugsberg | Image ID: A photo showing eight bee larvae arranged in order of age as they mature and harden into their pupae /End IDs.]

It implies that their young have some form of defensive abilities. But not only that, it implies that these Pokémon should have an additional life stage, possibly even two additional life stages, as the larvae reasonably should hatch from eggs (as Pokémon are known to do), live as larvae for a while, and then form pupae, before developing into adults. This part is made even more strange by the fact that fully formed, adult Combee can be hatched from an egg—Which brings me to my next point of discussion, that being, both male and female Combee are fertile, and do not need a Vespiquen, nor even another Combee for that matter, to produce offspring. This is strange, seeing as drone bees (as in; Male bees), as is true for male wasps in general, are fertile, while worker caste female bees are not fertile, with the males requiring a queen in order to mate.

Interestingly, regardless of level or sex, Combee cannot learn Poison Sting, which implies that even female Combee do not have a stinger until they evolve into Vespiquen. It makes sense for male Combee to be incapable of learning the move, as drones do not possess the ovipositor necessary to deliver a sting; However, if a Combee is a fully formed adult, as it appears to be, a female should be perfectly capable of performing this move. This could help explain why they join together with Vespiquen, it provides extra protection, as it can learn Poison Sting, and would be able to sting repeatedly in the real world even if it were a honey bee, as a queen is capable of delivering multiple stings due to having a stinger that is far less prone to getting caught on skin.

Well, at least that's all of the confusion somewhat settled when it comes to the social structure of these colonies, right? Right? WRONG. Because if we have Vespiquen, male and female Combee, and the as of yet unseen "grubs", then what, might I ask, are these?

[Image ID: A screenshot of a Pokémon battle, in which a swarm of non-Combee bees has surrounded the opponent due to Vespiquen using the move Attack Order /End IDs.]

"Oh, but Miss Jupiter, this is just the visual effect associated with some random Pokémon move, surely it doesn't mean anything about Vespiquen specifically!" is something you might say, and normally I would be inclined to agree with you, if not for the fact that this is one of Vespiquen's signature moves. Literally no other Pokémon in the games, barring maybe another Pokémon using something like Mirror Move or Mimic, can actually learn Attack Order—Only Vespiquen can ever learn this move naturally. The implications of this are fascinating, given that these bees CANNOT be fully formed Combee, as there's only one of them, but they also can't be the aforementioned "grubs" given the fact that said larvae shouldn't have wings or that distinctly adult body. So then, this species has four or even five distinct castes (depending on the possible sexes of these bees)? Why are these not their own Pokémon as well? Are these all Vespiquen's offspring, as they should be, or are they also attracted to its nest via pheromones? Are these just separated Combee?

This strikes me with another question too; What happens to the other two bees when a Combee evolves into a Vespiquen? Perhaps they separate and the other two become dedicated workers, part of this swarm, or maybe they outright fuse together into one, singularly thinking organism. Regardless, I'm... Confused.

In the end, I suppose that things could be worse, but it's just not very good, to be honest. It's as fascinating as it is confusing, which is to say, very. Of course, this is honestly fine, given that it's Pokémon and it's really not meant to be accurate, but it's a bit disappointing even compared to Beedrill. So, my rating would have to be...

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Overall: 3/10

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[notthecommercialism]

Alenoah thought to chew on a little

What if they were childhood friends that reunited on world tour?

Imagine if both of them used to be enrolled in this special gifted children program when they were like 6-7

And little Alejandro just breezing through the program, leaving everybody in the dirt except for one other participant there

Like they just have this entirely one sided academic rivalry as little children because Alejandro is fuming that there’s this other kid that always manages to score *slightly* higher than him hahahahahhahha

So at that age I’m assuming that while Alejandro can mask his emotions way better than the average 6-7 year old, he’s still a 6-7 year old so his thinly veiled envy is immediately picked up on by Noah

And then one day it just culminates to Noah point blank asking him “why are you so upset? It’s just a few marks at best.”

Tiny Spanish overachiever rendered speechless at his candidness because to him it *is* a huge deal while to his sworn rival (all in his head) those points are treated like nothing

Err ok this is actually getting longer than I anticipated but essentially it boils down to

Alejandro —> Noah

Seething childish fury at being bested mixed in with begrudging admiration at Noah’s capabilities. He can’t really tell if he wants to best him or be with him because everybody else in the program doesn’t catch his interest but Noah’s complacent attitude infuriates him—

Noah —> Alejandro

Just some uptight weirdo hahahahahahahah

Now this arrangement lasts for a few years? Maybe until they reach 10-11? Throughout the years they never really became close friends but they’re definitely familiar with one another since by that point, over half of the original group has since dropped out, leaving the highest scorers behind to continue on

Alejandro’s envy and admiration grew as well since Noah has consistently been the top of the class for years with him always getting second

However, he starts to notice Noah changing as well. He’s starting to fall asleep in lessons and he’s getting increasingly grouchy

It all comes to an end when Alejandro shows up one day and suddenly he’s now top of the class. He asks the teacher what happened to Noah and he’s told that he dropped out.

Yes, I’m putting that burnt out gifted kid energy into everything like it’s cheese on pasta

So now he has the position he’s always been vying for. Getting it like this feels a little hollow though.

Fast forward to world tour and Alejandro has the shocking realisation that the kid he used to look up to like an unattainable star turned into a giant sloth hahahahahaahahhahaha

This is just a small thought I’ve been thinking of. No clue what to do with it so here’s this post!

I just think these two having the dynamic of estranged childhood friends is pretty neat

[blueiight]

can i ask your thoughts on the fandom’s heavy focus on louis as an object of desire? it sometimes feels to me like people are more interested in other characters reacting to louis than they are in louis himself. i know the “helen of troy” stuff is a joke but it genuinely seems like he’s often rendered oddly passive in his desirability, like we’re looking at him through the eyes of the other characters even though it’s his story (to be clear: in the fandom, not the actual show). or am i being uncharitable? either way, you always have interesting things to say about fandom reception.

i think the focus of louis as an object of desire arose largely in response to a lot of racially-charged nonsense about show louis, namely, where a loud minority of fans tried to deny the abuse and horror of season 1 and frame louis as the primary antagonist/abuser of his own story. which in of itself had the potential to go somewhere, especially considering the feminized role louis occupies in parts of season 1. unfortunately its spiraled off into its own dead end at this point to where now people, a year and a half removed from the release of s1, can box louis's character arc into this tale of getting all the hot boys to look her way. when this is a horror and tragedy series. romance is part of that, but is a piece of the full picture. classic romance is very much horror tbh but thats just me

if we're discussing the show strictly, majority of louis's relationships are antagonistic. even with his lovers, they love him as much as they seek to control him. 'his love is a small box that he keeps you in', trailer louis saying 'i knew who i was without those pieces [of myself?]' . so on and so forth. the first three episodes of season 1 are about louis's struggle to maintain a link with his mortal community, in the midst of increasing racist tensions against the city leaders, all as he struggles to come to terms with his existence as a vampire and how his relationship to lestat fits in relation to all these pieces of himself. doubly so, there is also the nature of the second interview in present time, and the sort of antagonism between daniel + louis as louis eventually pushes daniel into burning the old tape. the latter half of season 1, episodes 4-7 is squarely about the triad of lestat, louis, and claudia, how lestat increasingly tightens his hold over them both, claudia breaking them free of it, and louis's response to such. doubly so, daniel becomes more hostile the less he knows, and the more louis's composed 'master of his instincts' personage collapses to show the broken man thats underneath. armand comes in at the end bc the interview has reached a breaking point once more [as it did in the 1970s]. i know, im looking too hard into the meme, but so much of where louis errs, where his memory falters, where history is completely revised, has to do with the question of claudia. even book interview foundationally was about this grief, though not nearly with the level of depth+ gravity the show has added to the story.

where focusing on louis as an 'object of desire' most impedes analysis has to do with claudia as well, bc if u see louis as that solely, then what is claudia to u if not a 'child interfering in [louis's] romantic affairs'? why are people already seeking to write claudia off as a wayward child unduly 'taking out her anger on louis', when it was louis at the end of season 1 who strangled her against the wall and refused to let her burn lestat? when its louis in the trailer thats throwing claudia's words from season 1 back at her, evading her questions in the cafe? when claudia is having to dress as a baby doll and advertise with a sandwich board for a theater + a coven-master that all want her dead?

i think this is by nature of the fact that iwtv is canonly gay and isnt afraid of showing that, and modern fandom is mainly interested in romance. claudia's relationship to louis is secondary, if not tertiary, to all 'camps' of this tiny tiny fandom bc she is clearly established in s1 as not being a viable romantic option for louis, despite claudia's perspective and her story taking up the second half of the first season, and will continue to be important in the second season. the 'helen of troy' fixation on his desirability in relation to romantically viable vampires [or even men] seems to be another means by which fans can ignore this part of the story, just as the mutual abuse nonsense about louis being clarence thomas the third self hating black man who stole lestat's lunchables and is 'just as bad as the rest' drowned out and continues to drown out any other conversation for the past year and a half. it is very difficult to have conversations on this character precisely bc of this state of fandom, where many people seek to crack the whip over a fictional character for not being mother teresa and having a complex response to trauma, then instead of discussing that, some seek to fixate on the fact that mother teresa can be sexy, actually. when thats not the point. why is modern louis so full of grief and all but suicidal in dubai, if not for the fact that claudia is permanently dead, he still lives, he regrets something, and wants to find the truth under it all? the jokes are cute and all, but lets put our thinking caps on.