#so for a devastating few hours from roughly 2 in the morning until a couple hours after I woke up

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So I found this on Google, and I accidentally ended up having a megabrainstorm session with my dad about if Vulcans were actually photosynthetic, or really just how photosynthetic humanoids would work in general and how they'd function on a Starfleet ship? It was more like me ranting excitedly at my dad for a few minutes, but there were some cool ideas in there. (I mean I think they're cool, hopefully you guys do too)

Warning: EXTREMELY long (and nerdy) bullet point list follows under the cut

green skin because chlorophyll

possibly even leafy skin, which might end up looking more like scales, but with patches of softer more leaf-like areas where we'd have more body fat and/or body hair

(they can still have that Vulcan hair though, since it's sort of a defining trait/style of the species in Star trek)

This means they have to absorb sunlight through their skin, and convert it into energy in the form of glucose, like trees

Therefore they'd have to have glucose (not copper) based blood (but the melting point of sugar is really high? Hadn't quite worked that part out)

Their blood would be white then? Amber, like tree sap. Wait actually don't some flowers/green stemmed things have white sap in the stems? (Maybe their blood would change from white to amber as they age? I know flowers aren't younger versions of trees, but it would be cool)

and they'd have to drink water just as much as humans because plants need water (as Chekhov is panicking about) but maybe since Chekhov is worried about "watering" spock, their hair can function like roots or something to soak up extra water as well. Idk if it rains much on Vulcan but when it did they'd all be going outside like the worms do on Earth lol

They wouldn't really have to eat if sunlight is their primary energy source. Their mouth would be just for water, breathing, and speaking. In which case they'd have ALL different organ systems, seeing as our digestive system takes up a good chunk of space in the torso, what would they fill it with? Being humanoid, they'd still need lungs, as well as a heart to circulate the (glucose based?) blood. They can still have a liver as a toxin filter and whatever else livers do (trees have to deal with not-so-clean water, so the photosynthetic Vulcans could probably deal with pretty muddy/questionable water as well. And maybe that connects to a very basic digestive system (liver-filters > short and singular intestine > rectum) which is mostly just for getting rid of the mud (yes, pooping.) And the liver can also deal with dusty/sandy air probably. Oh they might not need to eat (maybe even CAN'T eat since they wouldn't need or have the organs to deal with it) but they could drink liquids other than water, and it might be helpful/necessary to drink sugary fruit drinks if it's been cloudy for a few days, because humanoids expend a LOT more energy than plants probably do. They probably have a "stomach" which acts as a storage and distribution-into-bloodstream area for water and sugar, a little like how a camel's hump works, so it might not only be "OMG did anyone water Spock today!?" But also "OMG Spock fainted, somebody get him fruit juice!" *frantic running to the mess hall* *20 ccs of sugar* "I told you to drink more sugary stuff, our artificial light here just can't give you as much energy as your THREE ENTIRE SUNS back home, you ****ing idiotic hobgoblin!" *definitely not crying over Spock's wellbeing*

Idk what would make up the rest of their torso since they don't need as much space for organs. Heart, lungs, liver, one intestine + waste management, storage stomach, and the rest of ours is primarily taken over by about 15 feet of scrunched intestines, so maybe for them it's all leg, or they could maybe have a redundant extra pair of lungs, and/or another heart, especially to lessen the workload since tree sap is significantly thicker than human blood? Or maybe all the water would thin it out? Or one heart is more connected to the skin where they absorb light energy and cycles the glucose-based blood (which goes from white to amber as they grow up) and the other heart connects more to the water/fruit juice storage stomach and cycles water as well as somehow sends old water off to get peed out? And they should also have an organ that somehow counters sunburn and helps then deal with their world's elevated levels of radiation.

So: two pairs of lungs (for no real reason), two hearts (and two circulatory systems?), one for water and one that's more for the nutrients of glucose from sunlight, a storage stomach, a liver, an organ that deals with radiation and sunburn, a short intestine for the undrinkable parts of potentially muddy/contaminated water, the rectum to poop out the mud, the kidneys/bladder/urinary system for old water, and I think that's it.

I've been occasionally researching (googling) during the process of writing this, and I found that trees actually do have 2 different kinds of sap! Phloem is the "more nutrient rich form, and flows from the leaves bringing sugars and hormones to nutrient-hungry parts of the plant," while Xylem "consists mostly of water" so it's perfectly reasonable for them to have 2 hearts, one for each kind!

But how can we design starships to be more Vulcan-friendly then, if they need so much light? Well first of all, having sugar as an option for hyposprays in the medbay/sickbay, as well as plenty of sugary drinks available in the replicators, and the sugary fruit drinks shouldn't "cost" as much in rations since the Vulcans sort of need it as much as they need water when they aren't able to access direct sunlight. Speaking of which, all the hallways should have strips of light off to the side (one on the floor and another shining down from the ceiling above it) that the Vulcan crewmembers can walk through, and there should be a solarium room which does its best to replicate at least the lighting and radiation conditions of Vulcan (the planet). This solarium should have the light panels be able to slide away to reveal actual windows, and starships with any Vulcans in their crew should be required to spend a minimum amount of time every so often in orbit of an actual sun or star system so that the Vulcans can have genuine sunlight. It would be really funny if Spock just had a spotlight that follows him around like Olaf's snow cloud in Frozen, but it would be more practical if his station on the bridge just had extra light panels which are positioned in some way so as not to shine in his eyes. Also, this photosynthesis sort of depends on their skin actually being exposed to light, so the uniform would probably be modified for Vulcans to be short sleeves and shorts despite how weird that would be, or it would be designed like tinted glass somehow, or... some other way of letting the light in without being immodest, idk

And now for a very important question: some trees are deciduous, yes? Oh dang it I just googled whether Vulcan has seasons and the answer was no. Scrolling down pointed out that Vulcan is a desert planet and so they'd naturally be able to go without water for longer periods of time than humans. That second one is okay, that's why they have a water storage organ sort of like camels, and I guess maybe they wouldn't need so much water after all. More like cacti than trees. But the no axis tilt / no seasons thing sort of cancels out what I was about to write :(

I'll write it anyway. Let's pretend for a second that Vulcan has seasons, because this whole thing can really apply to "photosynthetic humanoids" in general, not just photosynthetic Vulcans in particular. So, I was about to talk about deciduous trees :) When the seasons shift towards winter, the sunlight is weaker, trees go red before losing their leaves and sort of hibernating, right? Well what if Vulcans start going pale, then yellowy, and eventually taking on a pale reddish hue, and since they can't lose their skin to conserve energy, they consume as much sugar/fruit juice as they can over a period of a few weeks, before going into hibernation like bears?

This means that your Vulcan crewmate is kind of useless for at least a quarter of every year, which isn't really a problem unless they're a senior officer, but if they ARE a senior officer, they better have an apprentice or someone who can cover for them while they hibernate. Maybe another Vulcan from the opposite side of the planet, who would naturally hibernate during the opposite half of the year.

Would this Vulcan and their opposite-side-of-the-planet counterpart be best friends, or bitter rivals? Who knows!

Now, starships do not actually have seasons, so the hibernation cycle wouldn't be technically necessary. The Vulcan has two options: either slowly adjust to the year-round availability of sunlight over a period of multiple years so that they don't have to abandon their crew for a few months out of every year (and be SEVERELY messed up if they ever retire and go back to the hypothetical version of Vulcan which has seasons), OR, make sure that the availability of light mimics the seasonal cycle of pretend-Vulcan-with-seasons so that they can have their hibernation cycle properly. (Clearly the better option if they aren't a senior officer, especially if they don't plan to spend the rest of their life on the ship.)

Also it would be really cute to see what kind of pillow fort nest Spock would probably end up making in his quarters to hibernate in. I wonder if they'd visit him.

DO NOT WAKE THE HIBERNATING SPOCK. Google says waking up an animal from hibernation too early can have fatal consequences. On the other hand, it also said bears can wake themselves up immediately to protect cubs if necessary or if they're startled awake, so maybe he can respond to red alerts. However going based off the first point, it might be necessary to completely soundproof his quarters and make sure he remains undisturbed. And yet another possibility is that photosynthetic Vulcans wouldn't need to hibernate at all if they come from a part of the planet which is mostly friendly year-round (which would technically be true, since it doesn't actually have seasons at all, and they would choose to have civilizations in the most habitable areas. Maybe civilizations closer to the poles would have Vulcans that are naturally paler or more reddish, like how the Aenar on the Andorian homeworld are blind and paler.)

Animals coming out of hibernation can have lost up to 30% of their body weight (over a QUARTER), so Vulcans coming out of hibernation would look so sick and weak, and they'd probably take a while to get their full green color back, and the more soft leafy areas of higher body fat would have shriveled into just the small scale-like leaves that make up the majority of their skin, and their uniforms would be all baggy on them, and the human crew would probably be so so so worried for them, especially the first few hibernation cycles

*Spock stumbles onto the bridge for the first time in several months, pale orange-red and extremely skinny* "Oh my god, Spock!" (overjoyed at his return) -- "Oh my god Spock you look like crap, are you alright?" (softer and full of concern upon actually noticing what he looks like) -- "This is perfectly normal, I'll be fine, you need me on du-" *faints*

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Vanitas no Carte timeline

Warning! This post contains spoilers for all VnC chapters!!

So I made a timeline of events for the other manga series I’m heavily invested in a while back, and realised that it helped see a lot of things much more clearly, thus I decided to also put together one for VnC. This manga is hella confusing because it mixes real history events with fiction, and MochiJun has a tendency of dropping flashbacks out of order, so hopefully this will help us all gather our thoughts on everything that’s going on >.<

I’ve divided the post in four sections: World History, Vani’s Childhood, Noé’s Childhood, and Noé & Vani’s Journey.

As with my terminology post, I’ll try my best to keep this updated with new info!

If you spot anything that I’ve missed feel free to drop me a comment or an ask ^^

WORLD HISTORY

**A good chunk of this section is mostly crafted on the basis that VnC universe history matches our own history, save for the cataclysmic event known as Babel. Most of it is just assumptions I’m making until MochiJun says otherwise??? I’ve also included a few dates related to the monarchs mentioned within the story.

15thC: --- 1493: The alchemist Paracelsus is born.

~Sometime~ in first half of the 16thC: In the first half of the 16thC, the catastrophe known as Babel occurs (M.7). As Paracelsus is responsible for it, it must've happened whilst he was alive and of an age where he could conduct such experiments. --- 1541: Paracelsus dies, according to real history. However we do not know much about the man and it is possible his death date is different in the VnC universe, or that he died during Babel. It could also be MochiJun is using his RL death date is the day Babel happened.

~Sometime~ between the second half of the 16th & 19th centuries: --- People begin to fear vampires because of their powers, and the church defines them as “those who warp the principles of the world God has created.” Humans begin hunting vampires (M.15). --- There was a great war between humans and vampires. The war ends with the victory of the human side, and vampires all disappear beyond the border. Humans believe vampires to have been eliminated. --- The war ends and Jeanne “The Hellfire Witch” is put into an induced slumber (M.4).

--- 1715: Louis XV ascends the throne --- 1764 ~ 1767: Beast of Gévaudan attacks –- 1774: Louis XV passes away. --- 1775: Louis XVI ascends the throne. --- 1793: Louis XVI passes away.

~Sometime~ in the 19thC: --- Paris decides most of the steam engines in the city should swap to using Astermite as a source of power rather than coal (M.5). Because of this present day Paris is much cleaner. --- Assuming the Eiffel Tower dates match the VnC universe Tower of the Sun dates, the Tower of the Sun begins construction in January 1887 and is completed in March 1889. --- The story takes place sometime between the construction of the Tower of the Sun and the Exposition Universelle of 1889. If the Tower of the Sun we see in M.21 is complete, and assuming yet again Eiffel Tower construction dates travel into the VnC universe, we can narrow the current timeline to somewhere between March ~ May (opening of the expo) 1889.

--- 1804: Napoleon Bonaparte is crowned. --- 1814: Napoleon abdicates, passes away in 1821.

VANI’S CHILDHOOD

--- Young Vani’s parents are killed by a vampire. A Chasseur saves him from said vampire, and the Church begins to train him so that he may to become a Chasseur. Somewhere along the line he catches Moreu’s eye and becomes his research subject (M.16). --- The Vampire of the Blue Moon rescues Vani (then Nº69) and another boy (Nº71) from Moreu’s lab. --- At some point, TVotBM leaves a mark of possesion on Vani.

NOÉ’S CHILDHOOD

Pre-adoption Noé: Noé is allegedly found by a old human couple, crying alone on a snowy day --- Noé does not remember these events. They take care of him until “Grandpa” gets sick and dies, and “Grandma” goes to sleep one day and never wakes up. He goes out looking for flowers to put on their graves and is kidnapped, supposedly by vampires who thought he was a human child. It is unclear how old he is or how much time passes between him being found and the old couple dying.

Noé’s adoption: M.6 flashback. Young Noé is sold on the black market as an Archiviste survivor, and bought by Grandaddy “sensei” de Sade. --- Beginning of M.9 flashback events (p.1~8.) Noé is brought to Sensei’s castle and meets Domi & Louis for the first time. As he is still wearing the same clothes he is seen wearing when Sensei buys him off the black market, it is likely this happens immediately after he is bought. --- M.7 flashback events (p.1~7). Sensei  tells Noé about the “World Formula” theory and the origins of vampires. It is likely this happened almost immediately after he buys Noé, as he is still wearing that bandage around his left eye. --- M.9 flashback events (p.9~11.) Noé’s left eye is no longer bandaged. He tastes Domi’s and Louis’s blood for the first time, not yet fully comprehending his powers.

Youth Noé: M.23 flashback. Noé drinks the blood of a boy in the village and sees his memories without his permission; the boy calls him “disgusting.” Sensei tells Noé that vampires do not need to drink blood to survive, and tells him that though liking blood is not a crime, because Noé is an Archiviste he must be careful. --- M.5 flashback events. Noé refuses to drink blood because he is an Archiviste, even though he loves drinking it. Louis approaches him and invites him to drink his blood, because he won’t have to look into his memories. --- M.9 (p.12~19) flashback events. Noé shows Domi the blue moon*. Louis discovers he is a curse-bearer and confronts Sensei about it. He begins to carve wooden stakes. ((* The flashback pages in M.1 where Sensei explains to Noé that vampires normally dislike the blue moon probably happen on this same night, too.)) --- Beginning of M.2 flashback pages. Louis explains to Noé what a curse-bearer is, and asks if he could still find the blue moon beautiful if he saw one before him. Louis is seen carving wooden stakes already, so it is understood that this scene must’ve happened after he discovered he was a curse-bearer. --- ~Sometime~ in this time frame, M.15.5 events occur. Noé and Domi crawl into Louis’s bed one night. We see a hint of pain when Domi suggests Louis is “lucky,” so it is understood he already knows he is a curse-bearer. --- M.9 (p.18~end) & M.10 (p.1~8) flashback events. In an attempt to save their friend Mina, a curse-bearer, Noé and Domi are almost killed. Louis saves them but loses control of himself and attacks Noé. Sensei comes back just in time and beheads Louis. Noé is devastated by the loss and disappointed in his inability to help Louis.

--- ~Sometime~ after Louis’s death, Domi switches from using the gender-neutral pronoun 私 (watashi) for I, to using the mostly male-exclusive pronoun 僕 (boku).

Present day: Noé spends half a year without seeing Sensei (information supplied in M.13.) He receives a letter from him, imploring him to go on a journey to discern the true nature of the Book of Vanitas, and engage with the story of the people surrounding it.

NOÉ & VANI’S JOURNEY

Day 1: M.1 & beginning of M.2 events. Vani and Noé meet aboard La Baleine. It’s night already, and they fall off when the blue moon is high in the sky. They wander around the streets of Paris and are caught by the police.

Day 2: M.2 ~ 4 events. Noé and Vani spend the remainder of the night in a prison cell. Because of Eglantine’s poison in his veins, Noé is out cold for 10 hours. It is bright outside when they leave, but it is unclear whether it’s morning, afternoon, or evening. (Most likely one of the later two.) --- Count Parks Orlok decides to postpone Amelia’s execution a day, and Noé & Vani decide to catch the 9 fold murderer. --- Noé&Vani find the 9-fold murderer at night. They fight Jeanne and Luca. the 9-fold murderer is killed by Charlatan. --- Beginning of M.5. Noé&Vani return to Orlok’s office but are turned away at the door and sent to Hotel Chou Chou.

Day 3: M.5 ~ 11 events. Amelia is set free, Domi comes to take Noé away into Altus. --- Events of the Bal Masqué, that takes place “that night.” Vani reveals his mark of possesion, and all hell breaks loose when curse bearers begin to appear. Jeanne bites Vani for the first time and Noé bumps into Charlatan. --- Charlatan leaves; Vani&Noé cure the curse-bearers. Lord Ruthven arrives, and Noé blacks out.

Day 4: Second half of M.11, and M.12 events. Noé wakes up just before dawn of the new day and finds Vani up a bell tower. They make-up. It is presumed the events of M.12 take place on this same day. (Luca refers to the events of the Bal Masqué as “last night” in M.12) --- Noé&Vani seek an audience with Lord Ruthven, but he is out for the day. They instead go out to a café in Altus Paris with Jeanne, Domi, and Luca. They finish the night dancing on the streets.

Day 5: Beginning of M.13 events. It is presumed they happen the day after M.12 events. Vani&Noé visit Lord Ruthven. Vani offends Ruthven, and Ruthven forces them back to the human world across the border.

Roughly a week passes between this and Vani’s report to Count Orlok; a week Vani & Noé spend sleeping off their wounds. As we don’t know exactly how many days pass, everything beyond this point is an approximation.

~Day 12~: Second half of M.13~18 events. Vani&Noé report back to Count Orlok. They sneak into the catacombs of Paris late at night in search of the missing vampires and spend the entire night there. They meet Roland Fortis, find Dr. Moreau.

~Day 13~: Last few pages of M.18. Noé & Vani make it out of the catacobs the following day, possibly in the afternoon or early evening.

From this point on the exact number of days is unclear, so I’m just going to align them in reference to previous events.

~A few days after the night in the catacombs~ M.19 to first half of M.23 events. Lord Ruthven visits Noé, bites him and compels him to follow a single of his orders whenever he requests it. Jeanne and Vani meanwhile go on a date. Vani realises Noé is in danger and rushes back to the hotel. Dante comes to their hotel and tells them about the case of the Beast of Gévaudan.

~The day after~ Second half of M.23. Noé and Vani set off to Gévaudan.

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Pyro’s archived fics #2: Riley’s food poisoning

Here’s the second old story. This is a scenario I used to fantasize about A LOT.

As Riley walked into his 1pm college English class, all he could think about was the two main reasons why it was going to suck.

The first was that he disliked his professor, Mrs.Pugmire.

Mrs. Lenore Pugmire was roughly 60 years old, and usually wore outdated dresses. She had greying hair that was pulled into a tight bun, always donned spherical glasses, and always smelled like cigarette smoke. She was incredibly stern, hardassed and seemingly obsessed with the concepts of discipline. If anyone even so much as glanced at their phone during class, she’d call them out on it, read the conversation out loud, then require that student to write a 10,000 word essay on why classroom rules can’t be broken.

However, the oddest thing about her was her refusal to let her students use the bathroom after class started. If anyone asked, she’d deny them by stating, “Absolutely not! We’re all adults here, you can hold it until after class!”

It was almost as if she got off on seeing her students desperate and took some kind of twisted pleasure from it. One girl had completely wet herself last semester, and Mrs. Pugmire had been totally unsympathetic.

The second reason why class was going to be abnormally hellish for Riley was because he hadn’t felt well all day. What had started as a stomachache several hours ago had eventually elevated into full blown nausea.

On any other day, he would have gone home early, but since he had an English test today, he had to endure Mrs. Pugmire’s class while feeling like reheated crap.

Since it was a two hour class, he knew he’d never make it through the whole thing. He was twenty years old, and today he was going to puke in the classroom just like a little kid, he could feel it.

To make things even worse, his crush Amanda was in this class.

Amanda was the head cheerleader type, pretty, blonde and fashionable. Thankfully, she wasn’t snotty and aloof. Instead, she was a very sweet, intelligent girl.

For the past couple of weeks, Riley had been debating as to weather or not to ask Amanda out. The worst thing she could say was no, and she wasn’t the gossipy type who would spread the rejection across the entire campus.

On the other hand, he knew he wasn’t Amanda’s type. She probably wanted the captain of the football team or perhaps the sensitive poetry writing kind of guy.

Riley was neither of those things. He was a nice guy, but wasn’t sensitive. He figured his appearance probably turned her off, as he had long purple hair and more piercings than the kids in the art program. Plus, he usually wore things like buckle up boots with three inch platforms that made him tower over a lot of the other students, despite already being on the tall side. Last time he checked, none of those were things that drove the ladies wild.

Once the bell rang, Mrs. Pugmire got up and closed the classroom door.

“Good afternoon, class. I hope you all studied for this test. You have until the end of class to have it on my desk. As I’m sure you’re well aware, nobody is to leave this classroom until the bell rings.” she instructed firmly.

As soon as she stated that, Riley’s nausea went up a notch. It wasn’t barf worthy nausea quite yet, but he felt sick enough that he wanted to go home and lay down. Heat waves washed over him and he felt like he was on fire, despite the classroom being room temperature.

The person in front of him passed him the stack of tests, and he took one before passing the rest behind him. The test was made up of two main components, and essay section followed by a multiple choice section.

Wanting to get the test done as soon as possible, Riley went strait to work on those essay questions. Focusing was hard due to the sick feeling in his gut slowly increasing. The change was subtle, but noticeable, and he only had two essay questions done before the churning in his stomach became too intense to suppress. Panic began to spread through him, so he worked faster and put less thought into his answers.

It was entirely his own fault that he was sick, so he had no one to blame but himself. He just had to have eaten that turkey sandwich this morning, without even inspecting it. He had found it on top of the microwave, and while it looked fine, it had likely been sitting out all night. It only took a few hours for things like sliced meat to go bad if left unrefrigerated, but of course he hadn’t thought about that. Instead, he’d had no self control and devoured the whole thing, and now he was intensely regretting it.

Thinking about that sandwich only made him feel worse, and he was 100% certain it, along with the sub par cafeteria food he’d eaten for lunch, was going to come back out sooner rather than later.

A sharp spike of intense nausea took him by surprise, and he stifled a moan. When he looked at the clock, he was devastated to see that only fifteen minutes had passed. There was simply no way he was going to make it. He nervously glanced at Mrs. Pugmire, who was reading a cheesy romance novel at her desk. He had no choice but to ask her to go to the bathroom. Since he had never asked her before, maybe she’d be a bit more sympathetic. But then again, the tyrannical teacher might take extra pleasure in denying him a pass.

From across the room, Amanda had her eyes fixed on him. She had always liked Riley, but never acted upon those feelings, as she was incredibly shy around guys she liked. Plus, she had convinced herself that he wouldn’t want to date a preppy girl like her. Despite her bleached blonde Barbie girl appearance, there was something about Goth guys like him that really turned her on. She had a fetish for piercings, and Riley had plenty of those. Lip, septum, tongue, both eyebrows and maybe a few she didn’t know about.

She smiled to herself as she imagined that pierced tongue of his buried deep in her pussy. If only she could gather the courage to ask him out, that fantasy might become a reality.

Piercings weren’t the only fetish she had. She was fairly open about that one and even had a few kinky piercings of her own, but her biggest fetish was the one she kept secret.

She was an emetophile, and there was nothing that turned her on more than seeing an attractive guy puke. It was mainly the sight and sounds that did it for her, and the more he puked, the better it was. Taking care of people when they were sick also greatly aroused her.

Regular porn was fine on occasion, but whenever Amanda busted out her vibrator, it was either to get off while watching youtube videos of guys puking, or to get off reading graphic sick fics. Sometimes she didn’t even need visual or written stimuli, as her imagination was enough.

Hence why she was watching Riley extra carefully today. She had always been good on picking up on body language, and she had been studying him from the corner of her eye since class began. The way he was gripping his abdomen with his left hand and looking at the clock every couple minutes told her that he was feeling sick.

Excitement began to spread through her, and she hoped it was true. She felt a little guilty about it as she didn’t want him to be sick, but if he was going to throw up she was dying to see it. If so, would he make it to the bathroom or lose it right in front of her?

She got lost in thought and fantasized about Riley puking his guts out right on Mrs. Pugmire’s desk and the floor, then running out of the room and leaving a trail all down the hallway. It didn’t stop there, as she also fantasized about forcing Mrs. Pugmire to kneel down in the puke and lick it up.

She tried to shake those thoughts from her mind and focus on the test, but the fantasies where threatening to take over again.

Stop it, Amanda. Focus on the test.

After a brief internal struggle, Amanda pushed those thoughts out and refocused on her test. She was a fast test taker, so she was almost done, and within two minutes, she had conquered the last question. Since her desk was right next to Mrs. Pugmire’s, she leaned over and placed the test on it.

Now she was free to zone out. Just as she was about to go back into her daydream, she detected movement to her left.

Riley approached Mrs. Pugmire, and he was visibly distraught. “Can I go to the nurse? I feel really sick.” he said.

Amanda felt a pang of arousal course through her upon hearing those words. So he was feeling sick. If things tipped in her favor, she just might get lucky.

Mrs. Pugmire glanced up at Riley and raised a greying brow. “Have you finished your test?”

“No.” he admitted.

“Then you may not. Go back to your desk and finish your test.”

“Please, I feel like I’m going to puke. Can’t I just go to the bathroom and come back?”

“Absolutely not. You can control these things. Trust me, I know. I haven’t been sick in almost forty years. Return to your seat.”

At this statement, Amanda couldn’t help but interrupt. “Mrs. Pugmire, I think you’re wrong about that. I’m finished with my test, I can take Riley to the nurse’s office, and he can finish the test on Monday.”

“You will do no such thing, Amanda. Riley, once you’ve finished your test, I’ll consider letting you go if you really are that ill. Keep in mind that I said consider. If you leave before finishing your test, you’ll get a zero.” Mrs. Pugmire said sternly.

Dejected, Riley returned to his desk. A lump formed in his throat, the nausea spikes had peaked at critical, and he felt a hot, burning sensation spread through his stomach. He didn’t have much time, only a couple of minutes tops.

Acid began to slowly creep up as he filled in the blanks as quickly as he could. He wasn’t even reading the questions, he was randomly choosing A,B,C or D without caring if the answers were right or not.

He felt a little dizzy as he got up to turn in his test, and he couldn’t help but notice that Amanda was staring at him. Great. She was probably disgusted.

It seemed to take forever to reach Mrs. Pugmire’s desk, and saliva flooded his mouth right as he dropped his test onto it.

When he turned to leave and bolt out the door, Mrs. Pugmire lunged out and seized him by the wrist. “Hold it! You aren’t going anywhere without a pass!” she barked at him.

She slowly rummaged around in her desk for the pink nurse passes, almost like she knew exactly where they were and was just toying with him. However, when Riley leaned against her desk and gagged, she seemed mildly alarmed and actually searched a bit faster, especially when his gagging turned into retching.

Amanda’s heart began to race as she watched the scene, and she gripped the edges of her desk so hard her knuckles turned white. Holy shit, I can’t believe this is actually going to happen! she thought to herself.

Trying to hide her excitement, she stated in as calm a voice as she could, “Just let him go. I’ll take the pass and go with him.”

Riley didn’t wait for Mrs. Pugmire’s response. He was leaving, pass or no pass. As he made a run for the door, he retched again and a mouthful of puke came up. He firmly clasped a hand over his mouth, but it was no use, the dam was broken. He only made it three steps out of the classroom before exploding.

A putrid combination of turkey, chicken, bread, fries and Coke forcefully gushed through his fingers, and he stopped in his tracks, bent over, and threw up on the floor. It splashed onto his boots, and a bit even got on the wall. Since he was still in the view of some of his classmates, he wanted to move but his knees locked up and it dawned on him that he was going to finish right where he started.

With the next heave, he really started to lose it, and there was no way he’d be able to stop. Retches and splashes could be heard all throughout the hallway as Riley continued to profusely puke right outside Mrs. Pugmire’s classroom, as several voluminous waves came up back to back.

In between heaves, he heard Mrs. Pugmire say, “No laughing! Anyone who so much as snickers will be assigned a punishment essay!”

He brought up one final load before getting a break. When he seemed to be done, he propped himself against the wall to recuperate and spat out the few bits that hadn’t left his mouth. Much to his dismay, he didn’t feel any better.

“Are you alright?” Amanda asked him in a concerned way.

“No, not really.” Riley admitted, not really wanting to look her in the eye. “I don’t feel any better.”

“Oh, that’s not good. Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?” Amanda inquired, giving him the pink pass.

Riley nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“Okay then, come with me.” Amanda motioned for him to follow her. Once she began walking towards the nearest stairwell, she became blatantly aware of the dampness in her panties, and hoped he wouldn’t notice her arousal.

“Let’s go downstairs.” she started descending the stairs, and Riley wordlessly followed her.

She took him to the school’s only unisex bathroom, which was mostly used by the special ed students, and led him inside.

Riley was a little puzzled as to why she was intent on coming in with him, but didn’t ask questions. Practically overwhelmed with relentless nausea, he sat down in front of the toilet to wait. In his mind, the waiting was always the most agonizing part.

He began heavily salivating again and inhaled deeply, hoping he wouldn’t have to wait too long.

He wasn’t paying too much attention to what Amanda was doing, but she stood over him and took the binder out of her own hair to tie his back.

“I’m going to take care of you,” she said, putting both hands on his shoulders. “You’ll feel a lot better after you throw up. If it helps, think about Mrs. Pugmire naked. That would make anyone feel sick.”

Taking her advice, Riley pictured his English professor naked. If she was braless, her sagging, lopsided breasts would most likely hang to her waist. Plus, she probably had excessive cellulite and an overgrown bush that hadn’t been trimmed since Reagan was president.

Less than a second later, his stomach contracted and brown liquid erupted from his mouth. A violent second heave immediately followed. It was darker than the first, more repugnant tasting and more liquified. Riley figured it must be the remains of the Lo Mein he’d had last night. He moaned and took a second to catch his breath before the third wave came out, which sent some drops splashing up onto the toilet seat. A few slightly smaller waves came up after that, each one making his stomach clench painfully, followed by a few unproductive dry heaves. Some excess puke was dripping off his lip ring, and he wiped off the lingering string when he was sure he was done.

“Do you feel better now?” Amanda asked, still massaging his back.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better. For now, anyway.” Riley flushed the toilet and reclined against the wall. The nausea was quickly dissipating, but the pains in his gut remained and he felt like he had chugged battery acid.

“Thanks Amanda. You didn’t have to come with me, but I’m glad you did. Puking alone always sucks.” he said.

“It’s no big deal. I just enjoy taking care of people. And you’re right, puking alone does suck.” Amanda replied. At this point, she was having a hard time focusing on anything besides what had just transpired. She was becoming desperate for the bathroom was well, but for a different reason, as she was now soaking wet and needed to take care of her libido. She stood with her legs clamped together as she watched Riley get up and rinse his mouth out in the sink.

“If you want, I can walk down to the nurse’s office with you.” she offered.

“Sure,” Riley couldn’t help but smile at her. “Are you going to go back to class then?”

“I guess. I don’t really have much of a choice. Mrs. Pugmire probably thinks I’m skipping or something. Whatever. Fuck her, if I have to write an essay as punishment, so be it.”

“You really think being assigned one of those essays would be worth it just so you could take care of me?”

“Well, uh, yeah....” Amanda stammered nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. “I mean....I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“Okay.” Riley shrugged, looking rather perplexed by her sudden change in behavior. As unlikely as it was, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had the hots for him.

They left the bathroom a minute later and walked to the nurses’s office together. Once they reached their destination, he thanked her again before going inside to speak with the nurse.

The second the door shut, Amanda’s nervousness faded and the arousal hit her again, full force. It was 1:45, so there was almost an hour and a half of class left. Instead of heading back to class, she ran right back to the bathroom she had just been in with Riley.

She devised a plan that was both naughty and very thrilling to her. First, she was going to finger herself, wipe her hands all over the toilet in the hope that there was still some puke on it, and forgo washing her hands. Then she’d return to Mrs. Pugmire’s classroom and purposely touch every single surface, tainting them.

Smiling sadistically to herself, Amanda slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.

[beast-bae]

Sterek Fic Rec (last updated 21.2.17)

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.Hey :) because I’m always searching for new sterek fanfics on tumblr and I love seeing Sterek Fic Recs  I decited to make a post with all of my favourite (can I get this word even bigger? bc I love those fics to death!) Sterek fanfics. 

I will continue updating it ;) and I would really appreciate it if you could send me links to your favourite Sterek ffs <3 

All of them are on Ao3! Also all of them are complete (except for Home by  TheTypewriterGirl but there is only one chapter missing )!!

Also there is no specific order!

Also I try to find the authors on tumblr so you can visit them <3

This is gonna be a LOOooOOoONG post

Have fun reading :)

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Prince Among Wolves by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana) | 101k, Explict | kid fic |

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable. 

Home by  TheTypewriterGirl  | 160k, not finished yet 17/18!! |  @stiles-and-the-sourwolf |

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Move a Mountain by  ZainClaw | 69k, Explict | road trip/biker fic | @zainclaw |

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

my wings a hurricane by  kellifer_fic | 20k | dracon fic | @kellifer-k |

Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He'd watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he'd been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.

Or, the one where they ride dragons.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill | 32k | time travel fic | @mirrorkill |

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Sweeter Than a Cherry Pie by  kitsunequeen | 5k | pretend relationship | @stilesbansheequeen |

When Cora asks Stiles to be her pretend boyfriend for a New Year's family dinner, he figures he can do a friend a favor. When he hooks up with an incredible guy, Derek, the night before, only to wake up alone in the morning, he supposes he can handle that too. But when he shows up at Cora's house and Derek turns out to be her brother, well... that's a bit of a bigger problem.

Hale of a time by  jamesm97 | 3k | halebait!stiles | 

Stiles knows that his werewolf family are acting weird around him, not that that's strange they are werewolves after all but they don't know that he knows they are. They seem to be getting progressively touchy feely as his 16th birthday approaches.

HALEBAIT! STILES STILINSKI - where all the Hales are attracted to Stiles, but only one of them is insanely in love & lust with him

Settle down by  wearing_tearing, whatthehale | 153k, Explict | mpreg!!| @hoechliniseverything ( whatthehale) @dylansneck (wearing_tearing) |

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by  owlpostagain | 35k | 

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 



“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 



Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 



DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

---

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

I Was Present While You Were Unconscious by  CharWright5 | 19k, Mature | @kitstiles |

Stiles had often thought about how he'd meet his soul mate, the literal muscular man of his dreams. He just didn't ever imagine finding him on Facebook where a friend had shared a news article about a werewolf John Doe in a coma after a car wreck four hours out of town. And he also didn't expect to bond and fall in love with the guy's family before ever saying two words to him out loud.

But Not With Haste by  uraneia | 21k, Explict | x-man AU |

It's been years since Derek escaped from the hunters who killed his family and bound him in his human form. He travels solo, never staying in one place, keeping under the radar--until a skinny, smart-mouthed kid stows away in the back of his truck.

Four months ago Stiles's first kiss put his best friend in a coma. His dad gave him a couple hundred bucks and a hug and told him to run. By the time Stiles witnesses the cage fighter known as Wolverine take out a shotgun and its wielder with his bare hands, he's got a plan. He knows there's a school in New York for kids like him. All he has to do is get there.

OR, in which Derek is the werewolf version of Wolverine and Stiles is Rogue and the plot of X-Men progresses accordingly, with a few notable deviations.

Cornerstone by  Vendelin | 84k, Explict | @ljummen |

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

just to know your name by  bibliosexual | 3k | @bibliosexxual |

They're about fifteen minutes into the Skype call on Tuesday night when this guy wanders straight out of one of Derek’s wet dreams and into the frame, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and a tight grey Guns N’ Roses tee. He’s lithely muscled, with a cute upturned nose and some of the most beautiful bone structure Derek has ever seen. Derek can see his nipples through his shirt. He feels all the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

“There should be a note about that on page nineteen,” Scott is saying, distantly, while Mystery Guy yawns adorably, nose scrunching, and runs a hand through his messy hair. He looks like he’s totally oblivious to Scott’s webcam, or to Scott. He looks like he just woke up. He looks like something out of an underwear ad, or softcore porn.

Mystery Guy bends down, thigh muscles flexing, and starts digging through Scott’s dresser drawers for a pair of sweatpants. Scott doesn’t ever turn around. He just keeps talking about… something. Something unimportant.

Mystery Guy has a mole high up on the back of his right thigh and Derek wants to lick it.

Bite Down Hard by  KuriKuri | 26k, Explict | @authorkurikuri

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

Tangled Up In You by  Morgana, Winchesterek | 105k, Explict | BDSM! | @sterekbros

Something is missing from Stiles’ sex life. Maybe it’s the fact that none of his partners share any of his kinks. While doing laundry over Thanksgiving break at Berkeley, Scott finds a flyer adverting, “WALK ON THE WILD SIDE! LET US TAKE YOU INTO THE DARKNESS AND BRING YOU SAFELY OUT AGAIN! EXPERIENCE PLEASURE AND PAIN AT THE HANDS OF ONE OF OUR EXPERIENCED, DISCREET PROFESSIONALS.” Stiles thinks it’s his kinda thing, but doesn’t have the money to pay for a session. Scott offers, only if Stiles refrains from telling him all about his kinky needs, so Stiles agrees. Enter Derek Hale, professional dominant. Stiles has his first session with Derek and can’t get enough (plus, Derek is HOT and Stiles just wants him all for himself).

It’s a Schlong Story by  floatingstark | 33k, Explict | ex-porn star Derek | 

"Do you like him?"

"Of course I do, he’s great!"

"Then what is the fucking problem?"

"My dick!"

-or-

Ex-Porn Star Derek Hale has a lot of issues but Ice Cream Parlor Owner Stiles Stilinski is not one of them.

I Might Be A Fool by  prettylittlementirosa | 35k, Explict| College AU |  @bisexualbcky

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

Expiration Dates by  KaliopeShipsIt | 227k, Mature | mpreg! | @kaliopeshipsit 

When 13-year old orphaned Derek Hale tests positive as a male carrier, his newly appointed guardian and uncle Peter uses his influence to make the test result go away, aware that in their deeply carrier-phobic society his nephew’s status could prove to be the downfall of the family company.

16 years later Derek is pressured into firing eight months-pregnant Danny Mahealani, creating a publicity scandal that, as the Equal Rights for Carriers movement gains more and more ground, results in an unprecedented media outrage targeted towards Hale & Argent Publishers.

A very reluctant Derek finds himself forced into defending his company’s prejudiced views on national television, facing off in heated debates against Stiles Stilinski, a guy he happened to have a one-night stand with months ago and has been pining over ever since. Stiles is a disgruntled former Hale & Argent employee, a staunch supporter of the ERC movement, he hates everything Derek stands for … and, courtesy of an expired condom, he’s also, unknowingly, the father of the child Derek wasn’t even aware he could carry in the first place.

Between Dusk and Dawn by  impalagirl, wilddragonflying | 19k, Mature| vampire fic | 

He's in the middle of a crowded bar when he smells it. For the first time in fifty years, Stiles Stilinski's mouth begins to water, and he's suddenly on high alert, twisting in his seat to scan the room with sharp eyes. Of course, it doesn't take long to spot him. He's as gorgeous as ever, tall and broad with dark hair and light eyes. He's wearing glasses this time, and damn, he looks good with a beard. Stiles had almost forgotten that; it's been so long since he's seen him with more than yesterday's stubble.

Marks and Mics by  DLanaDHZ | 70k, Mature | Soulmate AU | @dlanadhz

Hale siblings Derek and Laura have been hired to run security for Stiles Stilinski's music tour. Business as usual, except someone is trying really hard to prove they're incapable and hurt Stiles. Derek finds himself curious about Stiles' bitter attitude and a strange illness that plagues the singer. And on top of that, Derek's soulmate remains elusive.

I Hunt For You With Bloody Feet by CharWright5 | 200k, Explict | SoulmateAU Stillinski Twins | @kitstiles

“Mates don't always mean happy ever after.”

When twenty-year-old born omega werewolf Stiles Stilinski received that cryptic email from his twin brother—who'd been missing for two years exactly—in a language the two of them had made up, his drive to find Stuart is doubled. The search leads him to Oak Creek, the most secured and heavily fortified city in all of California, where he finds that not only is his brother dead, but also the literal alpha of his Dreams in Derek Hale—who just happens to be his twin's Mate and the main suspect in Stiles' eyes. Despite an agreement to fight mutual feelings, the two are still drawn to each other as they try to solve the case themselves, uncovering a plot that goes deeper than the murder of just one wolf.

Hidden Omega by  Akinasky | 107k, Explict | College fic | 

As Stiles leaves for college, he must hide who he really is and then he meets his roommate and likes him ... a lot only there is no chance for him to fill the needs that Stiles has as an Omega. Then he also finds his Alpha, Derek Hale (of course) and they all struggle to find their way and learning more about the special aspects of being an Omega and trying to have a unique relationship that will never be typical especially with Stiles, pushing and bossy Stiles as the Omega.

Fucked Up Like You by  damnfancyscotch | 38k | @damnfancyscotch

The boy was dirty. Very dirty. Most likely from the trap he’d been found in, the leg snare Derek figured, even though Peter hadn’t mentioned what type of trap it was. Mud dried and flaked off in patches on his left forearm, caked into the front of his sleeveless rough-hewn tunic and threadbare pants, up from his bare feet all the way to his knees, a dark streak painting the right side of his neck and continuing up into his clumsily cut brown hair - clearly he’d done it himself with a knife and perhaps no reflective surface, though judging by his appearance, a pond or puddle could have done just fine for him. Derek realized a lot of the spots he assumed to be mud were actually moles that dotted all along the boy’s skin.

Derek watched as the boy studied him back in silence, sitting with his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He stared hard at the crescent-shaped insignia picked out in silver and green sewn onto the dark gray fabric over Derek’s heart, a slight frown wrinkling his brow. The boy had to know about the Hales if he was part of the Argent pack.

“What’s your name?”

“St… Stiles.”

I Could Be Long Gone by  idratherwrite | 26k, Explict | A/B/O-Dynamics | @ashleighblogs

Humans alphas and betas are used to treating human omegas like objects. Stiles and his father have managed to hide for years the fact that Stiles is an omega. When Stiles arrives at Beacon Hills he meets one Scott McCall and his friends and family, who are hiding an even bigger secret.

It's almost everything that Stiles wants.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence | 178k, Mature | College AU | @effinlemon |

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

A Princely Claim by  kaistrex (weishen) | 40k, Explict | Royal Stiles | @kaistrex

In a world where werewolves die if they’re unable to Claim their mate and to refuse them is classed as murder, Alpha Derek Hale makes his very public Claim for Crown Prince Stiles of Beacon. The Royal Family are left with no choice but to accept, no matter the Prince’s imminent marriage to Princess Lydia of Kanima, to whom he’s been betrothed since birth. After having already faced the future of one loveless marriage, Prince Stiles is determined to make things with Derek work.

Kaleidoscope by  Vendelin | 54k, Explict | @ljummen

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It's nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it's not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he's already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head...

Play Crack the Sky by  WeAreTheCyclones | 122k, Mature | Rock Band AU | @wearethecyclones

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014 “Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015 “Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale."

Grey Rainbow by  LoveActually_rps | 13k, Mature | @loveactually-rps

“Stiles?” Derek glanced at Stiles’ sleeping form. He didn’t even twitch. Derek continued. “If we…” his lips curved in a fond smile, fingers moving to smooth the creases of Stiles’ eyebrows, his voice coming as whisper. “... as in, you and me - If we get a chance someday… any day, to be together, y’know? I wouldn't mind you wooing me with flowers and all that cliched romantic shit. And you can even flirt with me. I approve.” He gazed at Stiles’ calm face for a long while before drifting off into quiet slumber with the sound of Stiles’ soft snoring in the background.

[aka, after pinning for his best friend for four years, Derek learns his teenage crush is easy, but his life isn’t]

Animal Instincts by BlueRunawayMoon | 262k, Explict | 2nd part is NOT FINISHED | @

Things are not going well for Stiles. Not only is he drifting from the pack, but he cant sleep and hardly eats, and its never been more clear to him that being a human leaves him at a major disadvantage. As if things weren't bad enough, he and Malia are on the rocks, and then there is the fact that Derek wants to kill him, of course. Derek, who he dreams about every night. Derek, who is losing control of his inner wolf, when said wolf seems to want Stiles dead.

But because Stiles is the universe's bitch, a new, terrifying and seemingly unbeatable monster arrives in Beacon Hills, and the pack have no idea how to stop it. When people start going crazy and attacking others, the Pack learn the creature is involved somehow. Now, with Stiles life in jeopardy, they must find a way to cure him before its too late.

Slow burn with lots of sexual tension and build up.

*There is a Stiles/Original Character pair up, but end game is Sterek. Pinky promise :) *

Strong Alpha, Strong Pups by  Snare | 7k, Explict | A/B/O -Dynamics | @4fuxake​

Omegas are weak. Stiles is an Omega, but Stiles has magic. Stiles is strong.

Stiles is strong, so Alpha needs to be stronger. Strong Alpha, strong pups.

Stripped & Polished by  Morgana, Winchesterek | 77k, Explict | 

Stiles is 17 and he’s sick of being a virgin. The last two and a half years of trying to get laid by every guy in the school (both straight and gay) haven’t worked out and the time he came onto his long time crush Jackson Whittemore blew up in his face. That was it. He was going to go out to a club and find someone to fuck him and they would be just as good as anyone else he was trying to have sex with. He goes to Jungle to scope out his prospects.

Just to See You Again by  MellytheHun | 15k, Explict | @loserchildhotpants​ 

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

Reach Out by  weathervaanes | 20k, Explict | @weathervaanes

Or, In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice...With the Same Person

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Stiles sees the flyer on his very last day at Beacon Hills High School. It’s hanging, unassuming, in the hall near the front entrance along with bulletins and other flyers, advertisements, posters for free student concerts, but the fact that the word “sex” is written in a font two times larger than the rest of the page catches his attention.

It’s an advice hotline for a whole range of things, from teenage angst to how to deal with your parents telling you you’re adopted and a whole mess in the middle. Stiles thinks it’s funny, though, that they offer advice on sexuality and sex education. It makes sense on the one hand, since high school sex ed does jack shit for actual learning, but anyone who really wants to know stuff has an infinite source of knowledge right on their phone—the internet.

So it starts off as a joke.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by  grimm | 118k, Explict | @coyotoqueens

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

One life stand by  Vendelin | 84k, Explict | @ljummen

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

Can’t rely on me by  Littleredridinghunter | 116k | 

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it's a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

[pauldeckerus]

I’ve Never Flown a Drone. Here’s My Review of the DJI Mavic 2 Pro

Since the 2010 launch of the Parrot AR.Drone, consumer interest in drones has skyrocketed. DJI’s ubiquitous Phantom, originally released in 2013, has spawned multiple iterations and the company has further developed product lines like the Spark and Mavic to fill various niches and price points.

The drone has become another tool in the storytelling arsenal with its ability to capture incredibly high quality stills and video from a perspective that was once reserved for helicopters or expensive commercial units.

I’ve been tempted to join the drone game for years, but I’ve resisted the urge to dip my toe into the waters because the earliest units were too complicated, large, and expensive. I deferred my dream to other photographers and videographers who had more patience, skill, and need than me.

But over the years, my Instagram feed has been infiltrated with incredible aerial images, and after attending the launch of the DJI Mavic 2 Pro earlier this year, I decided it was time to take one out for a spin. I made my way to the DJI Offices in Soho to pick up a loaner unit, and was promptly asked, “Have you ever flown a drone before?”

“Nope.”

A brief in-person tutorial ensued, followed a few hours later by an email strongly suggesting that I also borrow a smaller, cheaper Spark to practice with. A perfectly reasonable request, which I quickly ignored!

If you’re accustomed to seeing those flying white rectangles (those are Phantoms), you might be surprised by the size and compactness of the Mavic 2. The propeller arms swing and fold into a unit the size of a brick, but significantly lighter. The radio frequency (RF) controller plugs into your smartphone giving you a pretty solid video feed. Omni-directional sensors help the drone avoid obstacles (at least in some flight modes), and the unit is pretty darn easy to fly, even for a neophyte.

Boogie Boarders. Photo by Allen Murabayashi

But let me pause here for a PSA.

The proliferation of drones has led the FAA to require a remote pilot certificate for commercial use. Although recreational use is exempt from this requirement, I spent a few hours familiarizing myself with the rules (e.g. no flying within 5 miles of an airport) and reviewing the airspace maps to get a clear understanding of my potential flight areas. Even little drones can cause devastating damage to aircraft wings, so all drone operators need to exercise caution.

I felt exhilarated the first time (and second and third) time I flew. The experience reminded me of learning to drive a car as a teen and getting on the highway for the first time – what a rush! Controlling the drone and seeing the live birdseye view is almost an ineffable feeling, and reviewing the images and video later on a large screen is incredibly satisfying.

Prepping the Unit

There are a plethora of YouTube videos on how to set-up your drone if you’re not inclined to read directions, and this was the route I took. In truth, set up is simple. In my mind, attaching the propellers was going to be a daunting task, but the design makes assembly nearly impossible to screw up.

The DJI Mavic 2 Pro features a Hasselblad camera with a 1″ sensor. Photo by Allen Murabayashi

Like other drones, the Mavic 2 connects to your smartphone (Android or iPhone) via the DJI Go app (your phone is used as the live monitor), while the controller provides the RF connection to the drone. I had to update the firmware on both devices and update the geofencing database – a mechanism on most consumer drones to avoid flying in restricted areas.

The “Fly More” kit (USD$139) gives you additional batteries and a charging hub that holds up to 4 batteries. But beware! The hub doesn’t charge batteries simultaneously – it charges them in sequence with priority given to the battery with the most charge.

Maiden Voyage

Orienting yourself in 3D space takes a while. It’s not hard to fly the drone at all, and by most accounts, the Mavic 2 is significantly quieter than most drones. The left joystick controls altitude and nose direction, and the right joystick controls forward, backward, left and right movement. But maintaining visual line-of-sight of the drone is challenging because it wasn’t intuitive to match what I saw on the screen with the position of the drone. The drone was often lower on the horizon that I anticipated, but still higher on the altimeter than I thought.

The approximately 30 minute battery flight time went by in a flash during my maiden flight. There was so much to see, and soon the controller’s low battery warning (which kicks in at 25% by default) was incessantly beeping. You’re definitely going to need multiple batteries for any serious use.

Stills

In 2015, DJI bought a minority stake in Hasselblad. In early 2017, the minority stake became a majority stake, and the Mavic 2 Pro’s camera is company’s first collaboratively designed drone camera featuring a 20MP 1” sensor – a pretty significant update from the Mavic Pro’s 1 / 2.3” sensor – and akin in size to the Sony RX100. The camera has a variable aperture (f/2.8 – f/11), an ISO range up to 12,800 and a field-of-view roughly equivalent to an iPhone (28mm on full-frame).

Sunset surfers. Photo by Allen Murabayashi

DJI also brags about integrating Hasselblad Natural Colour Solution, an optimized color profile that “delivers the best possible natural colors from the selected chip without having to select from multiple presets.” I did find the JPGs to be punchy with some images appearing with boosted saturation and contrast similar to something out of an iPhone or Pixel.

You can also shoot in RAW which yields a DNG file (not a Hasselblad 3FR file), which can be processed in your favorite image editing program, or you can download Hasselblad Phocus for free.

Mokoli’i island. Photo by Allen Murabayashi

The UI allows you to toggle between still and video modes. You can’t do both simultaneously, although you can obviously use a video grab if there is sufficient light. Taking a picture is accomplished by pressing the virtual shutter button, which momentarily freezes the display. There is a burst mode, but I opted to use the single shot mode. Timing became pretty essential.

Still photography has been my main interest, and I found taking pictures to be an intuitive process that yielded great results. It took a few days of shooting to find which angles I thought worked best from a birdseye view, but the results were worth it.

Sea wall. Photo by Allen Murabayashi

The camera’s light meter had a tendency to blow highlights. This was particularly noticeable when shooting video in high dynamic range situations. But you can dial in some exposure compensation, or set the camera in a completely manual mode.

Video

In the basic video mode, controlling camera and drone movement is completely manual. Although I had some complex camera movements in mind (e.g. circling a subject at a constant distance), my flying skills weren’t good enough to do it convincingly. Add in the ability to tilt the camera up and down, and you suddenly realize why DJI created pre-programmed modes.

For example, the drone can auto-track a subject, which also has the added benefit of enabling all of the omnidirectional collision avoidance sensors. And I have to tell you, seeing the drone track something or someone while avoiding things around it is pretty incredible. Tracking isn’t flawless with fast-moving subjects or when the camera loses contrast detection, but it’s good enough for many applications.

The camera supports DJI’s 10-bit Dlog-M Color Profile. For video amateurs like myself, this means that the tonally flatter output is easier to color grade in post. Because I’ve had very little experience grading footage, and don’t own any plug-in LUTs, I decided to stick with the out-of-camera H.264 4k video, and still came away impressed.

It’s also a testament to the gimbal. Even in situations where I was getting high wind speed warnings, the video was often incredibly stable. Clearly the state of consumer gimbal technology has improved to near professional quality levels – and DJI has leveraged their experience in their Ronin line of camera stabilizers.

But the gimbal can only do so much. In high wind areas, excessive movement will cause the jelly-like appearance of the rolling shutter.

Other Considerations

As a part of the drone’s start-up sequence, it calibrates an IMU, or inertial measurement unit. This bit of electronics is responsible for making sure the drone is where it thinks it is and is moving in the direction that it should be. As such, it’s somewhat sensitive to magnetic interference, and I was surprised to find things like metal fences and rebar in concrete sometimes caused the unit to throw an error.

Also, the unit that DJI lent me for this review started acting up after a couple of days. The process of connecting to the controller to the drone degraded and it became continually more difficult to pair until it stopped altogether.

I tried using the somewhat abysmally designed desktop software DJI Assistant 2 to try downgrading the firmware. But the software wouldn’t connect the Mavic 2 to my MacBook Pro.

Photo by Allen Murabayashi

I was so frustrated after spending hours trying to debug the unit, that I ended up buying my own Mavic 2 Pro at a local Best Buy, and that’s perhaps the best endorsement I can make of the unit. I had so much fun in the first few days of using the drone, that the thought of not having it for another week while visiting my parents in Hawai’i was unfathomable.

My unit performed flawlessly for the rest of the trip.

Photo by Allen Murabayashi

Conclusion

I ended up flying the Mavic 2 Pro every day. I even woke up before sunrise one morning to go flying, which is frankly unheard of for this night owl. Using a drone in a big city like New York is impractical (and mostly illegal), but in less densely populated areas of Hawai’i, it’s a dream.

Like a new lens, the drone is simply a tool that allows you to capture the world in a different way. And right now, I’m in the honeymoon phase. But with its ability to get you into positions you physically cannot occupy, drones seemingly offer more unusually creative perspectives – fueling my creatives juices and motivation.

Given that this was my first experience with a drone, I don’t really have any basis for comparison. But I can say even first time flyers will have no problem piloting the drone and capturing compelling content. It’s a compact, incredibly well-designed piece of hardware with stellar image quality. All of this to say that the Mavic 2 Pro is a pretty damn good piece of gear, and I can’t wait to “Go Fly” again.

About the author: Allen Murabayashi is the Chairman and co-founder of PhotoShelter, which regularly publishes resources for photographers. The opinions expressed in this article are solely those of the author. Allen is a graduate of Yale University, and flosses daily. This article was also published here.

from Photography News https://petapixel.com/2018/10/31/ive-never-flown-a-drone-heres-my-review-of-the-dji-mavic-2-pro/