#so will the bouncing ball simulator

[taperwolf]

There's many things that could be upgraded in my Eurorack case, but its biggest actual failing is that out of 16 modules, only four of them have any kind of blinkenlights.

(Those are the two Sigma function generators, the Within the Scope oscilloscope module, and the DSPFX effects box — and of the latter two, the first uses an OLED screen and the second just LED 7-segment displays, so they're kind of borderline.)

[g0fckur531f]

[yunnimilk]

,, ! 𑁍ࠬ ܓ | ; AMAB ! Osamu Dazai x Bot ! AMAB ! Reader !

𝜗𝜚 kinks / tags ! ; creampie, overstimulation, belly bulge, teasing, oral sex [ dazai receiving ], thigh riding [ just for a bit ], slight degradation and a lot of praise, light feminization [ I call readers underwear "panties" ONCE and Dazai calls them princess ]

𝜗𝜚 . . | ; short oneshot / : cw ; none actually, just the fact that Dazai is probably OOC since I was really focusing on the smut part and that you both are drunk , reader has no masculine or feminine pronouns but they have AMAB language

ᥫ᭡. SUMMARY ; you and dazai are at a beach house, next to a glistening body of water. It was your honeymoon, suddenly, you guys had too much wine on the beach, leading you two having a fruitful night ~

NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!

Wine glasses clasping together for "cheers" the alcoholic liquid inside almost spilt from the motion. Dazai wouldn't consider wine to be one of his favorite drinks, but it was nice to sit back and relax while his newly-wedded spouse was next to him. The honeymoon was simple yet very beautiful, getting closer to your new husband for about a week, cherishing these little moments for him ,

Sipping from the wine glass, the beverage tasted amazing, it was most likely fertilized from the 1800's, better as the years went by. Your fingers interlock with Dazai's as you both talk the night away, you got more tipsy, but Dazai didn't feel anything yet, he was more of a heavyweight after all .

The sun was setting, your skin was kissed by the sun from the yellow-orangish hue, it complimented it well, making the undertone a warmer orange. The water reflected a string of light because of the peachy sun, the waves crashing apon the high rocks you and Dazai were sitting on, turning nothing into little sudsy bubbles as they retracted from the stone walls. It was quite the sight, barely anyone comes to this part of the sea, it's perfect ,

After a while, you couldn't keep up with Dazai, he only startes becoming a bit drunk, you were almost completely intoxicated. You clung onto his body, panting like a dog .

"mm.. when did you get so drunk, sweetheart,, ?"

"shh...shu..shuddup.. mm.."

When you tried to speak, it came out as babbles, even when you were coherent it was just slurred speech. Dazai can't help but tease you !

Dazai stroked your hair, having a false sense of empathy for you, degrading you like it was funny ,

"you've only had a glass of wine, are you getting tipsy this easily? aww my poor baby.. ~"

He has his leg in-between your thighs, you couldn't take it, his limb slightly grazing your hardening cock and simulating your balls, grinding on it, basically riding it. It feels so good, your dick was drooling on Dazai's pants, forming a wet spot on it. To Dazai, this was the best view♡

"a..- ahh! ~ fuhh.. fuuhhck.. ~"

Dazai started to bounce his leg up and down, you accidentally fell foward from the intense pleasure. Your hole started clenching on nothing, it felt like it was leaking, you were so close to coming. It was like electricity coursing through your veins, you moaned like a pornstar, thankfully, no one was around .

Your cock was twitching uncontrollably, Dazai could felt it rutting against his leg. you wrapped your arms around Dazai's neck, moaning in his ear, he would've been lying if that didn't make him rock hard. grabbing your hips, making you go faster while you let out the loudest and breathless moans, tears streaming down your cheeks as you felt your hole tightening up and you came unrestrainedly, soiling your panties ,

You collapsed on top of Dazai, puffing out little moans as you tried to recover from the aftershocks .

"we're still not done, I still haven't came yet, and you left me all hard, princess.. ~"

He's quick to remove your underwear, seeing a sticky white slime connecting from your cock to your undergarments. the cool air hitting your dick, making you shiver, you can feel your cum traveling down your balls to your quivering hole, ahh you just looked so pathetically adorable in his eyes ~

"ouhh.. look at that, you've stained yourself, your so unbelievably messy, princess. You couldn't even control yourself ~"

You let out a painful whine, he chuckled at the noise. he reached down to kiss your neck and suck on it until it turned a deep purple, tingles went to your dick as he bit down on your shoulder, and your hips jerked up ,

"ah ah ah.. easy there, I'll fuck you in a second"

"puh..- puhlease!~ ah, nghh ~"

Dazai arose his head up, he enjoying how pitiful you looked. Too bad that you were going to look more fucked out as he drives his meaty cock inside of you ♡

Fortunately, he decided to have mercy, he unzipped his pants. You perked up as you heard the sound, he giggles at your reaction. He pulls down his underwear to only spring out his hard, wet, cock out. You were salivating while looking at his meat slab, you were basically like a bear viewing cow beef .

He rested his cock on your hip, right next to your dick. Dazai looked through his coat pocket to find lube, it was strawberry scented !

"ah! there it is! ~"

He took out the lube and squirted it everywhere on your lower body, rubbing it sensually, making you get worked up and already producing pre-cum. Dazai was getting extremely horny, and didn't prep you, but he wouldn't immediately thrust into you, as he'd hurt you in doing so ,

He jerked himself a bit before actually entering you, but when he did, it felt so good. Your tightness was gripping the head of Dazai's cock, he was groaning in your neck. It took so much to not plunge himself in and out of your slick heat. You started to grind onto his cock, feeling it touch your prostate, which also sent lighting shocks in your body .

"mnh..~ that fast..?~ ah..h..~ alright, I'll give you what you want ~"

He started to piston himself in and out of your squelching hole. He saw the belly bulge poking out of your stomach, he pressed on that spot, your back immediately arching, screaming out his name. the force of his thrusts brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. you push back onto him, Dazai couldn't stop ramming his cock into your velvety walls ,

He was humping you like a bunny, you felt your prostate kept getting abused, trying to milk you dry. His fat dick was filling you up so well, you can feel how good he was fucking you, rearranging your guts. Your soft hole clenching and unclenching, squeezing Dazai's cock until he cums inside of you .

You were reaching your climax, and Dazai knew that, so he went faster and faster until the only movement you did was rapidly moving up and down his meaty cock, getting more desperate to squirt out your cum ,

"A..AH! ~ FUCK! 'SAMU, I- I'M GOING TO! -"

"mng! agh! fuck! me too! ~"

You came like a waterfall leaked out of your cock, strings of cum accidentally landed on your face. Dazai didn't stop, he was so close, he almost came just from the feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick. He felt his balls tighting and his cock twitching inside your convulsing heat .

"I think you can handle one more round, right, princess?"

"wh- angh! ~"

plap, plap, plap

how long has it been? it feels like he's been doing this forever

You couldn't come anymore, the times that you 'came' didn't let you gush out your sticky liquid. You officially had a dry orgasm, multiple times, and Dazai kept covering you with cum and filling you up with cum ,

"Dazaim... puhlease! I canmt cum anymowe! ~"

"ah- ahh.. s-sorry! I just can't..! ~"

Dazai started cumming again but kept thrusting, not letting go of your hip. strings of your cum and his trying to connect your ass cheek to his hips when he retracts his cock. Your balls were so sore, along with your asshole. You could tell that Dazai was getting tired, his thrusting has gotten slower .

"just one more time, mnh! please? ~"

Even though he asked you, he still kept on burying his dick in your hole, stretching it and imprinting his shape in your guts. Your legs were shaking, they were going completely numb !

You felt his fat cock spasming again, he made sure to be super rough when he finished his last orgasm, making you cum for the 6th time this night. Your teary, red eyes rolled back while you stuck your tongue out, you gave one last arch when Dazai stroked your dick ,

"angh! fuhck! fuckfuck itfeelssofuckinggood! ~"

Dazai released his seed in you once again, his cum trailed down your hole and your thighs, it took courage for him not to fuck you again. Although, he got hard again, seeing your cockdrunk expression did a number on him .

"hey, how 'bout you suck me off? pleaseee!! "

You sat up, with the help of Dazai since you were struggling through the pain. Little grunts left your mouth as you were face with Dazai's cock, your hot breath made his dick fully stand up. Experimenting with it by giving the head tiny kitten licks then fully deepthroating him, gargling sounds and Dazai's moaning could be heard from a 12 mile radius. Gripping your hair then forcefully moving you up and down like a sex doll ,

"agh, baby! you're doing so.. good! ah! ~"

He pushed your head directly infront of his pubic hair, the moans that you let out sent vibrations on Dazai's cock, you could smell the sweat collecting on it, and you can taste the salty cum intruding your throat. The man above you pats your head .

"you did so well, princess ~"

[binsito]

puppy

pairing: puppy hybrid!seungmin x puppy hybrid!fem reader

word count: 1.3k

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, swearing, lots of breeding and mentions of breeding/being in heat, little bit of oral (f receiving), and clit simulation, usage of the words "pup," and "good girl" in a sexual setting

seungmin was a very good boy.

an obedient pup.

and he liked being that way anyways. liked making his owner proud and happy. liked having a good life, and being treated with upmost care, being pampered and spoiled.

he knew he was his owner's favorite boy and he liked that title very, very much.

he would do anything to make his owner happy. so when he hears him say his name on the phone one day, (puppy ear pressed against the door to listen closely), he can't help but wag his tail in excitement.

he could make out some of the words being discussed.

heat.

breed.

help.

they wanted seungmin to help with someone's heat?

if one of his owner's friends needed help, he was more than willing to oblige.

he was more than happy to breed the poor pup in distress over her heat.

seungmin had never had a rut with someone else, he always just took care of himself, whether it was humping one of his plushies or jerking his cock to completion.

but he would be lying if he said he didn't think about spending a rut with someone. how fun it would be to pump them full of his pups, how he'd love to cum in them over and over again until they're writhing underneath him.

his owner made plans with his friend and they decided to bring seungmin over the weekend to take care of the situation at hand.

--

seungmin was excited.

bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for his owner's friend to open up the door.

it was finally the big day and he couldn't help but dream about this moment. it was all that was on his mind whenever he would curl up in bed.

would her pussy be pretty? would it suck him in easily? or would she be tight? would his knot take?

so many questions that he needed to know the answer to.

and when the door gets opened, he has to contain himself from running inside.

oh god, he could smell her.

the scent was so strong that it could make his mouth water.

his owner's friend welcomes them in and offers them something to drink before leading them to the room where his pup was currently in.

the scent was making seungmin go absolutely mad. he wanted to break through the door and take her already.

he opened the door and seungmin could see her bundled up in the middle of the bed. they let him inside and closed the door, the two of them would leave and come back in about two hours, plenty of time for seungmin to have his fun.

seungmin got on the bed and made himself over to you, nudging you gently with his hand.

"hey pup.. you okay?" he whispered

you whimpered as you shook your head

"h-hurts s'bad.."

"i know pup.. it's okay.. im here to make it feel better yeah? will you let me make it feel better?"

you didnt hesitate to nod, you knew about the arrangement and were just so glad he was finally here to help.

"good girl.. gonna take care of it okay?"

you nodded yet again and lifted your head to look over at him. he was cute, floppy brown hair covering his eyebrows. sweet sympathetic smile as he stroked your arm gently. he introduced himself as seungmin and you repeated his name gently before telling him your name.

"pretty name for a pretty pup.." he said as he leaned in towards your neck, taking in your scent and letting out a pleased sigh.

"you smell so good pup.. are you gonna let me have you? i've been going crazy thinking about it.."

"p-please.. don't want it to hurt anymore.."

"alright, alright.. just be good for me okay?"

of course you'd be good to him, you'd be pliant and well behaved just for him.

your core clenched around nothing, feeling as he got on top of you, rubbing his clothed erection against you.

"feel that pup? that's for you.." he whispered against your ear

you reached forward and tugged on his pants, needing to free him as soon as possible because you needed the relief.

seungmin didn't want to keep you waiting either, tugging his pants and boxers down as his cock sprung free. the tip was an angry red, precum already dribbling at the tip.

he asked you to lift your hips up so he could take your shorts off, pulling them off and tossing them off the side of the bed.

and your pussy was in fact pretty, glistening with wetness, lips puffy and waiting to be spread.

oh, seungmin was definitely going to enjoy this.

he dragged a lone finger between your folds which elicited a whimper from you. collecting some of your essence just so he could taste it off his fingers

"shit pup.. this tastes delicious.." he grunted before coming down to be face to face with your cunt.

he began to give it little licks before he started to lap at it hungrily which made you lose your mind. the sensation of his tongue on your cunt was something you never knew you needed before and now you were afraid you wouldn't be able to live another heat without it.

he was messy, face smeared with your wetness as he looked up at you with half lidded eyes, keeping eye contact as he spit down on your cunt.

he pulled himself up again and let his tip prob at your entrance, you wiggled underneath him in hopes that he would just put it in already.

"patience, pup.. gotta train this pussy to take me kay? don't want it to hurt, when i put it in hm?" he gave you a half smile as he held the base of his cock, running it between your fold just before pressing the tip in.

his cockhead was thick and bulbous, you knew the stretch was going to leave you sore but the soreness would feel so much better than the pain of being left empty during your heat.

he presses in inch by inch, kicking his head back to groan as you sucked him in. he gripped your thighs and folded them over your chest as he bottomed out, holding you down in a mating press.

if he was here to breed you, he was going to make sure his cum would stick.

"oh pup.. once i'm done with you.. you won't have to worry about another heat for a while.." he groans as he started to shallowly thrust into your warmth. "gonna leave you so full of my puppies.."

your whimpers filled his ears, hands trying to claw at him to pull him closer even though he was already skin to skin with you.

this was so much better than his hand, your cunt so tight and welcoming, so breedable..

his bangs sticking to his forehead as he began to sweat, his muscles lean yet he had an iron grip on your thighs

his balls began to tighten, he wasn't sure how long he could last but even if he came, he knew he would be able to go again and again. your cunt was just too good to not abuse.

his nimble fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit all while his cock continued to leave you babbling.

"f-fuck.. oh fuck.. you gonna take my cum?"

you nodded and his chest swelled with pride, coming down to lick at your cheek playfully as his knot began to swell. you whined as he pushed in to the hilt and held himself still to fill you up, his hot seed leaving you full.

he didn't want a drop to go to waste, not moving until he was sure he was completely milked.

you were dreading him pulling out, clenching your cunt around him so that he wouldn't. he just chuckled and pressed a kiss to your pretty lips.

"so greedy.. i promise i'll give you more, not gonna give out until im sure i've bred you."

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[jymwahuwu]

you all want to read dan feng x moon rabbit! reader. so here it is 🐇(jing yuan’s version is left for next time💕my energy is limited).

CW: dub-con, yandere, estrus, mating

As the only moon rabbit in Luofu, moon rabbit is destined to serve Imbibitor Lunae 🐇

You diligently pound medicine and prepare pastries. Master Dan Feng always praises you for this.

You turn around and often see those dark turquoise eyes staring at you, like the deep and beautiful eyes of a reptile, but there is almost no movement. Gaze at the same point.

"Master Dan Feng…?"

Your tail is a short, smooth, fluffy ball of hair, and your clothes are made to order. Foxian's clothes are not the right size for you, wearing those will expose your underwear…The High Elder's palm covers your tail. He only needs one palm to hold your adorable furball tail.

"Master Dan Feng!"

Your tail is a restricted area, and this touch sends a shiver down your spine… as well as twitching and heat between your legs.

A slap on your bunny butt. You gasped. "Focus on your work." He walked away. You clamped your legs together, bit your lip, and continued kneading the dough.

The most disruptive thing to work is being in heat. Your breasts are leaking milk. You can't help but want to circle around Dan Feng and rub against his legs.

"Master Dan Feng… I-I want to take leave to spend this time on other planets, please… allow…"

Before you could finish your words, High Elder forcefully pulled you onto his lap. You sniffed the reassuring feeling on him with attachment and whimpered, bouncing up and down simulating mating without even touching his cock.

"Master Dan Feng…please allow me to go home on leave…"

A kiss stopped dumb bunny's protests. His palms pressed against your back again, prompting you to subconsciously expose your genitals and allow for mating.

The dragon's cock inserted into the inner flesh wall as expected, but it was already clamped at the moment of expansion - cumming. He hadn't even started to move. You squirted. White light flashed before your eyes, and you moaned and swayed your waist in bliss. You look so desperate. He sighed, stretching his waist forward, stirring your spasming inner walls and waves.

"Mas…ter Dan Feng…please-please don't stop…!! …need you so much…!!"

You are much more straightforward in this state, with tears streaming down your face and your waist tense. Dan Feng mused as he ravaged you, which kept clamping him and trembling, with a strong piston mating frequency, until the warm seed flowed into you.

"umm- mmm- master…"

After mating, you rubbed against his chest while half asleep, occasionally grabbing his cock to masturbate, and occasionally being fucked to orgasm by his fingers. A warm sense of security surrounds you. Sweet dreams one after another.

How did the dragon swallow the rabbit? You are too innocent and sweet for the world. It's safer to hide you.

[loaksbitch]

it’s time girlies, imagine neteyam sully just being a full sub and whining under you to fuck him yes? — i was reading my unfinished drafts and found an already done smut?? help🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings (⨳) – this is explicit yeah? agedup!neteyam, riding, slight begging, sub neteyam, kissing, mention of squirting, sub neteyam AGAIN, mention of crossed eyes cause why not lmao, neteyam tries to dominate you but oops it doesn’t work…i think that’s it?

“please, let me fuck you.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

neteyam is a whiny brat.

"please, please baby, let me fuck you." he would say, hips rutting to you while he's tied up to the headboard of the bed. you're on top of him, grinding on his twitching cock and feeling him rub your sensitive clit. "you agreed to this, ‘teyam." you tell him, teasing him with your naked body displayed to him.

fuck he wants you to bad.

"i'll make you feel go– oh fuck" he would whine, head lolling back to the pillow when you sneak your hand down to him and hold his throbbing dick. you can't help but gulp, not helping but feeling nervous when you feel how thick he was.

he would desperately thrust to your small hand, fucking himself like a dog on heat. you raise your hips high, feeling him huff in excitement. you won't need any lubricants, his precum and your slick being enough to glide him inside you.

neteyam whines, he fucking whines just feeling your cunt gripping on the head of his cock. "baby." his soft pleasured cries boosts your ego, grinning when his eyes cross and close barely. his blue skin was reddened when he kept tugging on the rope.

he wants to touch you, he needs to touch you. your curves are so pretty, the swell of your breast bouncing when you push yourself up and down.

"mhm." neteyam’s shallow breath would hitch every time you slide down his cock. "you're so tight." he breathes, loving how you throw your head back when you allow him inside you.

his tip was kissing the opening of your cervix, looking down to see where you two are connected and watching how your nectar leaks out of you, milking his veiny cock. "neteyam." you hiss when he pulls his hips up, thrusting upward with his heels pressed to the edge of the bed.

your body jolts, riding him as you grind your clit to his pelvis, wanting to simulate and edge yourself. the man under you only grunts, the rope binding him from having you and dicking you down. "you.." he can't even sigh a word out.

"you feel so good, so fucking warm for me." it's funny how you're dominating him but he is the one praising you. "you're my baby, you know? my only princes- what the fuck!" he hissed, balls tightening when he watched you lean and wrap your small hands on his throat.

"shut up and fuck me." you warn him, your fingers tightening their hold on his throat and almost stopping the vein that helps his blood flow to his brain. your inside pulls when his eyes roll to his head.

"you feel good?" you ask him but he was silent, inaudible moans leaving his lips, only focused on the sound of your wet pussy squelching.

neteyam was ruined when your cunt kept teasing him and swallowing him whole. you're the one to win him now, telling him you own him and giggling when he drunkenly nods.

he feels you pressing your lips to his, happily giving in and licking your lips for permission. you invite him in, tongue crossed with his and moaning his name. you don't miss how his cock twitches inside you causing you to jump from his dick, "oh fuck." he whispers, looking down to see you squirting all over him.

you two are in shock but it wasn't a new thing. however you try to win, you're always the one exploding down on him. "you squirted on me?" he chuckles, teasing being heard in his voice. you shut him up, rolling your eyes and accusing him for being so big and good.

your slick nectar painting his pelvis gives you a bonus to slide in and out of him smoothly, feeling his cock enlarge inside you. you don't even need to be told twice when he claims he's gonna cum. "cum, cum for me." you demand and your mate obligates.

him planting his heels to the bed and thrusting upward while being tied up makes your face twist in awe. neteyam was fucking himself inside you, eager to get that climax he’s dreading.

you sigh when his warm and heavy cum leaks inside you, both of you moaning in pleasure as neteyam drops himself down to the bed and you lean your body on top of him. "this felt so good." you whisper while laying on his chest, your man only breaths hard as he tries to recover from the orgasm he just had.

"yeah?" he finally says and you nod before smiling. "you're so hot when you cross your eyes." he cringes at your words, clearing his throat and tugging the rope. "so, when are you planning to untie me?" he changes the subject, making you shrug, bringing your head up to lock your eyes with his.

"i don't feel like it– i'm kidding!" you instantly say when he thrusts upward. you move forward to him, moaning when he slips out of you and lean to untie his hands from the headboard. you feel neteyam licks on your nipple when they straight come to his face. "i'm never giving in anymore by the way" he tells you and you click your tongue knowing it's not true.

"we will see about that" you giggle as he keeps licking and teasing on your nipple playfully.

idk what to feel about this – likes + reblogs + thoughts are super appreciated and not pressured! i love each and every one of you guys sm ** mwah!

[antialiasis]

I guess I never actually made a proper serious post on here about R/S/E roulette, so I figured I'd grab the chance now that I just updated it. This silly minigame from a twenty-year-old video game has genuinely consumed my life for a year and a half, and I need people to know about it.

R/S/E roulette has simple surface mechanics covering some absolutely bonkers details like how rolls are more consistent in the morning and how if you have Taillow and/or Shroomish in your party they will both improve roll consistency and actively cheat for you if your ball gets stuck. I've just updated the article to add information about how a couple of randomized events are actually using the same bit of the same random number. Meanwhile, I went so overboard I programmed a simulated roulette right there on the page with a dozen different display options plus now the ability to set which slots are occupied. I expect there exists nobody else on this Earth who is as interested in R/S/E roulette as I am, but I simply must flail about it.

And now to hopefully finally get to some other things for TCoD, as soon as I've possibly refactored all the tangled spaghetti code of new functionality pasted onto something that was only meant to be a fuzz range calculator and made it split balls in two when they can bounce in either direction.

[kikiwooo]

The urge to make mlbb men try the period cramps simulator because I am pissed rn that I am suffering through it.

AUUUGGHH RIGHT ON THE SPOT MMMM

@/kikiwooo

Lieh

I headcanon him as both sadistic and masochist so expect him to scream both in pain and pleasure(oops). Sometimes the pain would be unbearable and he'd be crushing the nearest things with his force and grit his teeth. Other times when it's lower you could find him softly groaning&moaning at the feeling.(+the arousal he gets from this alone> like he'd be rock hard after it.) Such a whore>>>

Fredrinn

Thinks he can handle it and actually does, but when you take it to a higher level he suddenly collapses onto the ground- more like crumbles piece by piece. Begs you to take it off without a second thought while holding his balls(poor guy). Tries his best to play it off but well.

Zilong

He said that he's no man if he doesn't know what his beloved goes through monthly, actually hold the pain quite a good while but of course, everyone has their limits.(believe that he grew a six pack from that pain)

Thamuz

Sees it as a complete nonsense and a waste of time but applies to try it because of you.(thamuz do sth if you're forced) Starts of good and finishes of good. What did you expect lmao, of course he had some a few unpleasant feelings but he's a Lord. The Lord of Abyss, please. Then he had an 'oh' moment for a second when the pain doubled out of nowhere.

...damn you must be real strong to go through this shit every month, would you consider to join the abyss-? You'll make a great fighter that's for sure. (Dyrroth is excited)

Nolan

YES.

Personally, seeing him squirming in pain excites me. (to all nolan players, why's it is a bit impossible to get you guys down, like y'all faster than cheetahs??)

he he seeing this old man suffering

please it never killed anybody. Nolan has medium pain tolerance(it's higher emotionally) so he should be okay right no

haaa just imagine his breath getting heavier and heavier as the level raises..a nervous expression appearing on his face as a sweat rolls down from his forehead and he averted his gaze, rethinking his decision.. He lets out soft hisses and grips his thigh, also his leg bouncing...

Nolan one chance.

[slowrotation]

Tennis for Two (1958), the first video game ever, displayed on an oscilloscope. There is no source code, since it was implemented entirely in hardware. There are relays that control the direction of the ball, comparators that detect when it hits the ground or the net, opamps that implement the differential equation for the bounce of the ball, resistors that simulate drag, and so on.

[fipindustries]

the animation begginer

and the comp sci within her

are mixed out of rythm

one wants to code

to use java and node

to run algorithms

but the other wants drawings

to ease in and out

to squash and stretch

and to move all about

one thinks with data

With programs that run

In zero and one

all ordered in trees

the other with spacing

with walks and with runs

and timing in ones

and in twos and in threes

"but we're just the same!"

they say to each other

we're sisters, we're brothers

let's not grow apart

we've got feeling and frame

we're human expresion

we're clever invention

we're true forms of art

so one codes the physics

with an engine installed

simulating a ball

that bounces when hurled

the other draws creatures

all standing in line

that hold up a sign

which says "hello world"

[st4rshiptr00per]

ok heres a chunk from my seven + ace au rewrite whatever thing of midnight. i write sooooo rarely. yay

The doors of the TARDIS hummed open and a delicious, air-conditioned humidity flooded in. Ace shucked her anorak onto one of the console room chairs before stepping out, taking deep lungfulls of the chlorine-scented air. “We’re in some posh hotel in Miami, aren’t we?” “Not Miami.” said the Doctor, locking the door behind them. Ace turned a full circle, hunting for clues. She bounced a bit on the balls of her feet, took a deeper, slower breath in through her nose. “Not Miami,” she repeated, “Gravity’s too high for Earth. Ooh!” she grinned at him over her shoulder, “And the air’s got a little bit of that chemical-y fake-fresh scent in it, so it must be recycled. We’re on a galaxy-cruiser or something, right?” “Very well done,” said the Doctor, beaming. “Ace! I’m gettin’ good at this.” “But this isn’t a cruise ship.” Ace frowned. The Doctor ambled down the corridor a few steps, towards a neat armchair and side table set up against the fresh-laundry-colored wall “The gravity is stronger than Earth’s, and the air is certainly recycled, but we’re on the surface of a planet. There isn’t any atmosphere outside; the hotel itself was prefabricated and lowered piece by piece from orbit, then put together by remote-operated constructors.” “Alright,” Ace said, “How’d you figure all that out, then?” He passed her a logoed pamphlet from the side table. “Brochure.”

A set of plaques at a hallway junction indicated the directions of the foyer, restaurant, lifts, and the spa and pool. Ace swatted the doctor’s shoulder. “C’mon, I want to see the pool.” “We have our own pool,” he said, “and you hardly ever swim in it!” “I know, but this is a hotel pool.”

Through the dome of the sunroof a distant blue star spilled light onto the pool waves, casting blue shimmers all around the room. People lounged on beach chairs, soaking it up. Others, waiters, came in and out of the spa entrance with drinks on trays, dodging expertly the overhanging leaves of tropical plants. The whole thing was ringed by tall windows that showed a gleaming landscape — crystals in blues and greens sprouting up from the ground, diamond-white bluffs and spires reaching to the blue-black sky, rainbows refracting crazily through everything like spilled gemstones. Ace muttered a series of expletives that would’ve made the Doctor shake their head if they weren’t too busy smiling. She jogged around the circumference of the pool, getting askance looks from several sunbathers, to get a closer look at the crystalline vista. As she approached the window something shifted. Once she was within a few feet of it suddenly the view seemed to flatten, like she’d looked from the wrong angle and an optical illusion had broken. “It’s just a screen!” “I’m afraid so,” said the Doctor soberly. They pulled the brochure out of their pocket, flipping to the back page and the final paragraph, in a much smaller font, which contained phrases like ‘For the safety of our guests’, ‘ultra-realistic simulated environment’, and ‘heavy radiation shielding’. “This planet’s star sheds a form of exotic radiation, as well as deadly levels of ultraviolet light. It’s only safe when filtered through the highest rating of radiation-filtering glass-plex, and even then not for more than a few minutes, which would make it exceptionally bad for sunbathing.” “So I’m guessing these fake windows have UV lights in them so you can still work on your tan without having to crisp up like a slug on hot pavement, then.” “Precisely.” Ace leaned back against the backdrop, staring around at the guests. “All these people flew who-knows-how-far and payed who-knows-how-much so they could pretend to be in a tropical paradise that doesn’t even exist. You could get the same holiday experience with a light-therapy lamp and a travel documentary.” The Doctor leaned next to her. A passing waiter gave them a tight smile and he tipped his hat in return. “Oh, the planet outside really does look like that. Minus a smidgen of color correction to keep with the interior design scheme.” “That’s almost worse.” He chuckled. “I think it’s charming. Humans are so drawn to a mystery, they’ll push the bounds of whats possible just for the chance to stand near it. Here we are, at the very edge of human existence -- and the drinks are complimentary.” “I suppose.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 4

Summary:  things heat up with both Jake and Charles

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader X Ghost!Charles Blackwood

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, pussy worship, simulating sex, toy play, ghost possession, breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, a bit of degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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“Stop,” you giggle, running away from Jake.  He was supposed to be dusting, and here he was trying to kiss along your neck.  Charles rolls his eyes from his chair.  You were exquisite, but he had to continue to watch this man child with you.

“Jacob quit,” his arms wrap around you in the kitchen, picking you up before placing you on the counter.  Running his hands up and down your thighs, “What?”

“Can we repeat last night?”

“Yes,” he connects his fingers to the button on your shorts, but you push his hands away, “Later.  Right now, we’re cleaning.  Later I will reward you,” his head drops down into your lap, and he fake cries a moment, “You’re acting silly.”

Yes you are.  This is a ridiculous man.  I’m going to possess you.  Do you even know how to control your cock yet?  Or did your balls just drop?

Jake twists his head, and he starts kissing over the crotch in your jeans.  Inhaling your scent deeply, while Charles’ mouth goes slack.  You let out a soft little moan, and Jake continues his motions.  Pushing apart your thighs as he kneels in the floor.  Now flattening his tongue to lick up the thick denim.  It wasn’t what he really wanted, but it would do.  

Get off of her for fuck’s sake.  Get off.  And you, Charles points his finger at you as you lean back on your elbow.  Your fingers carding through Jake’s hair, and you give him a little tug at the roots.  You are offering yourself up to him.  Have you no shame.  That is supposed to be for me.

“What was that Giggles,” Jake asks, pulling away, and you try to tug him back.  “We should get back to work.”

Yes, you should.

“Jake!” Charles groans right along with you, but with a different tone, his was of annoyance yours was yearning, but Jake just walks out of the room.  Standing in front of Charles’ portrait, and he grimaces at it.  “Jake, fuck me!” You scream, running into the formal sitting room.

“Nope.  We have work to do,” he continues cleaning up the room.  Clearly avoiding Charles’ chair.  “Can we just get rid of that?”

NO!  That is mine!

“Why?”

Exactly, she knows, stupid boy.  

“Because it belonged to him.  Do you ever get the feeling he’s watching you or us?”

You nod your head with a grin, walking over to his chair, and Charles quickly sits down in it.  This was his spot.  “The first night here I was frustrated.  You and I were just flirting around, but I needed your cock.”

“Oh?  And what did you do?”

I fucked her.

“I got off thinking about you.”

It was really my cock that got her off.  Don’t listen to her.

“I had my legs spread wide, and a toy buried right to the base.  Fucking myself so hard,” Charles rolls his eyes, but then you turn around, somewhat squatting over his chair.  Your ass now in his lap, and his eyes roll back in his head.  “Have you dreamed of fucking me in this chair.”

I have.

“Yes, but it belongs to him.”

Damn right.

“You don’t see yourself sitting on this throne while I bounce over your cock?” Charles’ hands grab tight to your hips.  You might be putting on a show for Jake but your body does in fact slam down on his lap.  His mouth nips on your neck, and you whimper.  Charles smirks over at Jake, letting his hand drift down your front.  Palming you over your jeans.  

“Are you scared, Jakey?”

He should be.

Jake nods, but stops closer.  You spread your thighs a bit more, and Charles loves this.  He’s touching you, while Jake looks like a lost puppy staring at your motions.  “Won’t you fuck me on this chair?”

Absolutely not!  Not unless my cock is in your ass.  No.  Princess, I will quit touching you.  You won’t cum.  You keep teasing this child, and I won’t fuck you in your sleep.  

“Hmm?”

“I think that we should just let that be Charles’ chair,” you stop your movements, and stand up in defeat.  “But there’s the couch.  The floor.  Ooh, look at that chaise lounge.  The kitchen table.  I was getting you good and wet on the kitchen counter.  Oh!  What about the bathroom?  Or even the formal dining room table.  That table is so big, we can do it all the ways.  Those stairs look interesting.”

“Jake?”

Don’t you dare say it.

There’s so much you want to tell your goofy man, and in some ways you already had.  But this is different.  Those three words would mean something else entirely, and you don’t know if you're ready to change the tone of your relationship.  Soon.  Because it was not a lie, “You’re adorable.  Now, let’s get back to work.”

You come out of the shower, seeing Jake stand beside your bed, before he turns holding up a thick clear jelly dildo, and you want to recoil in on yourself, “What is this?”

“You know,” you casually answer, but avoid his eyesight.

Man, why are you worried about toys?  Fuck her to sleep, so I can fuck her.  

“Is this what you used when you thought of me?” You nod your head, attempting to pull the phallic toy out of his hands.  “Nope, you wait.  And how did my cock measure up to this?”

While you’re not small, stupid boy, that toy is massive.  Get rid of it.

“So much better,” Charles groans, and sits down on the bed.  He lays back on your pillows, hands resting behind his head while he listens to this silly conversation.  “Why are you asking?”

“I wanna see.”

What!  “Why?”

“Because, I want to see what you look like taking a thick cock.  Plus, it’s clear.  Do you think I’ll get to see your walls clenching down around it?  Like see you in action.  Close up and personal.”

I’m listening, Charles sits up, nodding his head at you.  His hand rubs on top of the covers, while you just bite at your lip.  Stop playing coy.  Get on this bed.

“Why do you want to see that?”

“Because, you have a pretty pussy.  It’s a shame that I only see it hugging my own cock.”

Oh!  You want to see her fuck a ghost?

He walks over to you, slowly sliding the cock into your mouth.  Pumping past your plump lips as he leads you to the bed.  Stripping off the towel that keeps you covered, and lays you down on the bed.  His hands caress up and down your legs, before spreading your thighs, and he stares down at your glistening cunt.  He pulls the toy out of your mouth, and slaps it up against your clit.

Gliding the toy through your wet folds, and teases the tip at your entrance, “Oh, I can see all right.  See this pretty little hole start to gape,” you sit up, trying to look as well, but Jake moves the toy, and spits on your desperate cunt.  You whine at him, getting excited about how assertive he was being.

Okay, I’ll give you that one.  That was hot.  Now, fuck her.

“Giggles, you gonna watch me split you open with this,” you nod your head as Jake slowly pushes through.  Your hole amazingly spreads and takes the thick girth of the toy.  Getting wider with every inch until it’s pushed through right to the base.

Yep.  I like that.  Him and Jake move closer to your pussy.  Your walls seize around the cock, shocked at how much this was turning you on.  Charles’ fingers move to your clit, and rubs soft circles over the bean.  She likes when you play with all of her.

“Jake, fuck me.”

With the toy. Don’t listen to her.  Just fuck her with the toy.

He slowly moves the toy in and out of you, and both men let out a shocked moan at how wet you were making the toy.  His slow pumps into you were maddening.  They felt so good, but there was a need for him to really fuck you.  

She wants it hard.  Here, Charles’ hand fuses with Jake’s and he forces the man to slam that cock into you.  His hand rolling it into your sweet spot.  The blunt tip rapidly hits over it in such a beautiful, and yet sinful way.  It was almost shameful the way he was making you feel.  It wasn’t Jake, but this felt better than when you used it on yourself.  

Your back arches off the bed, and the men move even closer.  Gazing as your muscled walls contract on the clear cock.  Their hands shoving it even deeper, and your voice sings out a string of nonsensical words.  Trying to close your legs when it gets to be too much, but they push your legs back apart.  “I’m making you feel so good.”

We are making her feel good.  Keep pushing her past her limits.  Go on, Charles picks up the pace, until your body is writhing at the feeling.  Fingers grabbing onto the blanket, and you lift your ass off the bed, your juices squirting on the both of them while you scream out, “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank!  You!”

Jake and Charles pull that dildo out of you so fast, and stare lovingly at your gaping hole.  “Jake, I want you.”

Fine, Charles steps into Jake’s body, and the other man coughs as if he’s choking on something.  Holding onto his throat as he gets adjusted to the temperature change.  I could have done that slower, but she and her cunt are begging to be fucked.  Now take that cock of yours and fuck her.  

“Jake?”

Oh good grief man, Charles pulls him closer to your body, and Jake shivers.  His whole body trembles, and he pops his neck awkwardly.

“Jake, are you okay?”

He’s fine.  You’re right…there, Charles pulls Jake’s body forward, and slams his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to him, but both you and Jake sigh with satisfaction.  Jake’s body becomes more of his own, and his eyes focus back on you.  See, you just needed her warmth.  Now fuck her.  I want babies.

“I want babies,” Jake says out loud.  One hand slams onto the headboard, while the other makes a fist to prop him up.  “I want babies with you.”

“Maybe in a year or so.”

No, now.

“Why wait?  We know that we’re good together.  You bought this big house for what reason?  To fuck in all the rooms?  Or let someone fuck a baby int this pretty pussy  in all the rooms.”

“I mean,” you stutter, trying to think, but you couldn’t with Jake’s pounding.  You had thought about babies with Jake, but it was only last night that you knew what his cock felt like.  “Yes, but…why not wait?”

Because I want babies.

“Because I want babies.”

Good boy.

“Be a good girl,” Jake says as his hips roll into your own.  His cock stretches you out in a different way from the toy, and you start to see stars.  Is this what a breeding kink felt like?  Vulnerable and ready to give him babies at this moment, but the thought of things happening so quickly, making this part less sweet.  You wanted to learn Jake.

“Be a good girl, and just listen to daddy.”

That was off script.  I did not say that.  But I like it.

“Yes, daddy,” your eyes gloss over, and both Jake and Charles go feral.  Jake crashes his other hand on the headboard, and his thrusts were so much harder.  Animalistic in nature, but his eyes still shown down at you with that dopey loving quality.  

His pelvis kept stimulating your clit, and you go weak.  He was hitting all of your spots.  Making you feel so good.  A harsh thrust, and still so loving.  So hard and demanding, but making sure you were getting off.  

The pictures on the walls start to shake, but Jake just goes harder.  “You’re close,” you nod your head up at him.  Your hands start to rub over his chest.  Wrapping around his neck, and you wrap your legs around him, and you pull him closer.  You wanted to feel every inch of Jake.  “Tell me.  I wanna hear you tell me.”

“Jake?”

Yeah, she’s fucking close.  She’s so tight.  Our seed is going to mix together, and we’re going to have beautiful hybrid babies.  I don’t even know what that means.  But a baby born of ghost and human.

“Giggles?”

“Jake?  I-I-I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

Right there.  Right fucking there.  We’re gonna blow our load in you, Princess.  So much cum.  But I want to fuck it back into you.

“Jake!  I-I-I’m cumming!”

Your walls grip tight to his cock, and his seed spills into your abused cunt.  There felt like so much.  You were full.  Filled to the brim.  Jake doesn’t let his cock soften inside of you, but instead pulls out.  He watches your cunt leak of his and Charles’ spunk before shoving it back into your tight channel.  Cupping your mound, he smiles down at you.  “We gotta keep it in there.”

Oh that’s smarter than my plan.  Yes, keep that inside of you.  Princess, you’re going to be the prettiest cumdump until you are swollen with…well with a child.  It better be mine.  My sperm is superior.

“Jake, i love you.”

Oh!

“I love you, too,” he tells you before giving you a soft kiss.  Deepening the kiss when you start grinding your hips on his hand.  The base of his palm is the perfect spot to hit your bundle of nerves.

Does this mean we’re doing it again?  More sperm means more baby possibilities.

“Let’s try again.  Just to make sure it takes,” you look down at Jake’s cock, already hard again, and still coated in his jizz.  Giving him a nod, but he lays back, and brings your body with him.  “This time, make daddy proud and ride him like a good girl.”

“Yes, daddy.  Always wanna make you proud.”

Oh, I like this view.  Yes, Princess ride over your daddies’ cocks.  We’re fucking you everyday until your swollen and beautiful with our child.  Yes, I said our, you stupid runt.

I’m glad you finally acknowledge I’m part of this as well.

Don’t get used to being in my head.

Aren’t you the one in my head?

Oh shut up, and fuck my Princess.

My Giggles.

“Jake,” your hands press down on his chest, and his cloudy eyes clear again.  “You’re acting weird.”

He smacks at your ass, chuckling when you yip, “This is just a lot, Princess Giggles.  I’ve got to get used to it.”

Fine, I’ll settle for that name.

Shut up!  Enjoy this tight cunt.

You’re right, stupid boy, Jake growls, but continues to watch you like the perfect woman you were.  You were riding him like a pro, your sweet noises were almost pornographic as you used his, and Charles’ body, to make you feel so good.  So so good.

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[littlesoka7567]

Five + One Times Hunter Had a Migraine

Chapter Two: 2 - Tech

Summary: Tech does some research into how to treat Hunter's migraine, and informs the batch.

Notes: Tech info-dumping is literally the most relatable and my favorite part about him.

WC: 2268

Wrecker leans forward in his seat, until his lips are very close to Hunter’s ear, and whispers “I couldn’t care less about the mechanics; just let me in one to blow up some clankers!”

Hunter laughs softly, fingertips pressing into the pulsing heartbeat at his temple. “Shut up,” he whispers playfully over his shoulder. Wrecker leans back in his seat, snickering at his brother’s words. 

Hunter wishes he could tell the teacher to shut up. He wishes he could close his eyes. He wishes everything would just stop.

Nala Se had told him when he was just a toddler that these were called migraines, and that Hunter would simply have to learn to live with them.

They are an unfortunate side effect of your enhanced senses, she had told him. It would be impossible to fix your migraines without eliminating your abilities.

Crosshair looks over at him, his usual neutral expression titled into a frown of concern. He quirks an eyebrow in the way only Crosshair can manage, a clear question.

Hunter sighs and puts his hand down, gripping the desk instead. He shrugs, downplaying the pain he's in, as always.

Crosshair narrows his eyes, never one to believe Hunter's rouses. He sticks his pen in his mouth, biting on the end gently. Hunter really should find something else for Crosshair to bite, one that won't get him in trouble with the teachers. 

The teacher sighs, looking around the class where only one cadet-Tech-is actively paying attention. "Alright, that’s enough for today. Dismissed, all of you. Keep up with your readings and assignments; remember that the test over these vehicles is in nine rotations! If you pass this test, your squad moves on to battle simulations. Study!"

The regs always file out first; Wrecker has learned to wait his turn so he doesn’t block anyone, Tech always hangs back to ask questions, and Hunter and Crosshair always take a moment to gather their things and wait for their batchmates. 

Finally they're all together, and walking back to their pods. “We must pass this test,” Tech says, only looking at his datapad. “Or we will have to wait even longer to begin battle simulations.”

Wrecker rubs his hands together, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he walks. “Yeah! This is one test I want to study for.” His usual booming voice sounding even louder due to Hunter’s headache. 

Hunter hisses in pain, rubbing at his temple. He usually tries to hide his pain as much as possible, but occasionally, a wave of pain is just too much to ignore. 

“Quiet, Wrecker,” Crosshair scoffs, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Wrecker asks defensively, turning around to face them and walk backwards. He looks from Crosshair to Hunter, and smiles apologetically when he notices Hunter’s fingers at his temples. “Oooohh,” he whispers. “Sorry Hunter.”

Hunter forces a smile and shrugs. “S’okay. Why don’t you guys go to the library to study? I’ll catch up later.” When his headaches get too bad now that he’s older, he usually deals with it by laying in his pod. He used to let one of his brothers stay with him, but they’ve gotten too big for sharing pods. 

Tech looks up from his datapad finally, turning his head and frowning back at Hunter. “You two go ahead, I’m already well prepared for this exam.”

Wrecker grins at Crosshair, an evil glint in his eyes. “Yeah, Cross, let’s go study together.” He falls back a step, walking forwards again once he’s annoyingly close to Crosshair’s side. 

Crosshair narrows his eyes and turns to Tech pleadingly. “Don’t leave me alone with him!”

Tech shakes his head, still walking forward, now leading the other three. “No, someone needs to help Hunter.”

Hunter scoffs. “All I do is lay still in my pod, Tech. Not much you can help me with there.” 

Crosshair nods emphatically. “Exactly. Come help us study instead.” He glares as Wrecker shoves his shoulder playfully, sticking the pen back between his teeth and shoving Wrecker back. 

“Actually,” Tech says, finally turning and stopping to look at them. The other three falter before they stop as well, and Hunter squints at Tech. “I’ve been doing some research into Migraines. It always struck me as odd that there are no remedies for headaches, when they are so common. Then we got our datapads a year ago, and, after playing around with it for some time, decided to check if anyone else experiences migraines the way you do.”

Crosshair pulls the pen from between his lips and crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes. “You thought about looking up ways to help Hunter a year ago, and you’re only just now telling us how to help him?” 

Tech looks up from his datapad, glaring at Crosshair. “I was busy with other research, not to mention finishing you three’s assignments for you,” Tech sniffs in offense, and Wrecker punches Tech’s shoulder affectionately in thanks. “Besides, need I remind you that due to my diligence and hard work, we are already two years ahead of our training compared to our age group?”

Hunter and Crosshair look at each other, unimpressed. “Yeah, you’re a genius, Tech. Has nothing to do with the fact that the trainers want to see us in action as soon as possible.” Crosshair snarks, sticking his pen back in his mouth. 

Tech turns back around, starting to stomp off. “Fine, I will keep my research to myself!”

Hunter groans, and the other three start to follow. “No, Tech, we value you very much!” he promises. “We wouldn't be where we are without you.”

“Yeah!” Wrecker yells, catching up with Tech easily. Hunter winces at the loud exclamation, a stab of pain against his forehead. “Come on, don’t be like that!”

“Hush, Wrecker,” Cross hisses, rolling his eyes yet again. He twirls the pen between his fingers instead. “Come on Tech, I’m sorry. What did your research say?”

Tech halts in front of their pods; they were assigned special ones, off to the side, when it became clear Wrecker would never fit in a normal sized one. He crosses his arms and turns, glaring at Crosshair. 

“Please?” Hunter asks, allowing some of his pain to bleed into his voice. Crosshair puts a hand on Hunter’s arm, face contorted in concern. Hunter has to fight back the laughter that threatens to escape his lips; they can be quite the actors when they want something. 

Tech sighs, looking down at his datapad. “Fine. But only because I want to help you, and not because I forgive Crosshair.”

Wrecker opens his pod, taking Lula out and handing her to Hunter. Hunter smiles at Wrecker and takes Lula, masking his pain once again. “I’ll be real quiet,” Wrecker promises, sitting in his bed and starting his studying. 

Hunter and Cross give each other a look, before turning to Tech to pay attention. “Well?” Crosshair asks impatiently. 

Tech narrows his eyes at Crosshair, but sniffs and looks down at his datapad once more. “First of all, it says that finding a dark, quiet, and cool place to relax for a while is the most widely effective method among humans to handle a migraine. All other treatments have varying success rates, and some treatments even cause more pain than before in some individuals.”

“We got that one,” Crosshair says, moving his pen in a ‘go on’ motion. 

Tech glares up at Crosshair, before looking back at Hunter. “Other treatments include ingesting caffeine, so some caf or tea would probably work well. We would have to ask Cody or some other older clones to sneak us some, of course, as we are designated as too young for caffeine. However, I also feel we could ask the trainer who put Hunter into the officer program and oversees his training, as he likes Hunter. Or-”

“We can form a plan later, Tech,” Hunter says, patiently. He looks longingly to his pod; it’s always so dark and quiet in there. Never silent; not like it is for his brothers. But quiet. “What are some of the other options?”

Tech huffs, looking back down at his datapad. “Temperature compresses help. For example, many humans use ice in a towel to lay on their head or eyes. Others use something called a heating pad. Most people use a cool, wet towel and drape it over their eyes, though. This serves to both aid with the cooling process, as well as block out light.”

Crosshair nods along. “A wet towel wouldn’t be hard to get,” he says.

Tech hums. “Hydration is a popular treatment, although I am uncertain how to go about this one. We have strict water rations which are not to leave the mess hall or training rooms. I suppose Wrecker could smuggle a bottle out of-”

“What else?” Crosshair cuts Tech off. He puts the pen back in his mouth to chew. Hunter turns his attention to Crosshair, frowning. He’s going to leave marks on the pen, and then he’ll get in trouble. 

Tech’s upper lip curls, but he looks back at his datapad. “Exercise releases endorphins which override the pain from a migraine occasionally. Running the tracks or sparring would probably work best.”

“I can help with sparring!” Wrecker yells, making Hunter flinch. Crosshair turns around to glare at Wrecker, pointing his pen at him. Wrecker smiles sheepishly and looks back at his notes. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet.”

Hunter shakes his head fondly. “Thank you for offering, Wrecker,” he placates. 

Tech hums, and his brothers turn back to look at him. “Anyway,” he starts, “The last solution which seems viable would be a massage. Massaging the temples occasionally helps, although this treatment, like many others, has the potential to make it worse for some people.”

Hunter hums, experimentally using his fingers to massage his temples. Doesn’t seem to make it worse, at least. “Thank you, Tech. I’m sure that some of those will help.” 

“I’ll go get a wet towel,” Crosshair says, opening his pod and laying his datapad and pen down. 

“You should lay down, Hunter,” Tech says, after watching Crosshair walk away. “I read how to do the temple massages, as to do it best.”

Hunter shrugs, opening his pod and climbing into it. He rests Lula carefully next to him, and Wrecker beams up at him. 

Tech climbs up as well, sitting on the side with his legs dangling over the edge. He twists his body so his torso is facing Hunter, smiling down at his big brother. “Okay?”

Hunter nods, smiling up at Tech. “Thank you,” he says softly. He means more than just the massage, but he knows Tech knows. 

“Of course,” Tech says, and looks back down the ladder. 

“Here,” Crosshair says softly, and Tech reaches down to grab the wet towel. “Can I watch, so I know how to do it?”

Hunter smiles fondly. “Sure,” he allows. 

Crosshair climbs up to his own pod, the one across the ladder from Hunter. He sits cross-legged, peering over the pod’s sides so he can see better. He moves his datapad to his lap and the pen in his mouth. 

Tech turns back to Hunter. “Close your eyes.” 

Hunter does as he’s told, and flinches a bit as the wet towel lays over his eyes. A few drops leak back into his hair, and the feeling is slightly uncomfortable. But the relief from the coolness and darkness overwhelms Hunter, and he already feels slightly better. “Oh,” Hunter says, his entire body relaxing into the mattress. 

“Next time, it might be beneficial to remove your bandana,” Tech murmurs, smoothing out the towel. 

Hunter shrugs. “Next time.”

Tech hums in agreement, and then his fingers start to gently trace over Hunter’s forehead. Eventually, they slip behind his ears, carding through his hair. 

Tech starts slowly, gently pressing his thumbs into Hunter’s temples. He rubs his thumbs over the vein in Hunter’s head which is always pounding, just back and forth at first. Hunter sighs as the pain ebbs just a bit, relaxing even more. 

Then, Tech starts to rub his thumbs in circles, gently pressing into his temples in wide, slow circles. His other fingers gently scratch through his hair, and Hunter simply melts.

Between the quiet, the dark, the cool towel over his eyes, and the massage, Hunter is already feeling twice as good as before. 

“Oh, that’s so nice,” Hunter says, voice gravelly with the effort to speak. 

Tech hums, and moves his thumbs to gently circle above each eye, fingers digging into the side of his head lightly. 

Hunter groans at the sensation, fingers twitching where his hands lay on his stomach. 

“Does it hurt?” Crosshair whispers, concern betraying his attempt at a bored tone.

“No,” Hunter says, gasping when Tech moves his thumbs back down to circle at his temples. “It feels really good, actually. I can barely feel the migraine at all anymore.”

Tech makes a pleased sound, and Hunter can practically feel Tech stick his tongue out at Crosshair in a petty display. “I knew this would be better,” he says softly, head turned to Crosshair. 

“I never implied it wouldn’t” Crosshair’s bitter reply comes, muffled by the pen in his mouth. “Focus, maybe he’ll fall asleep.”

“That would be ideal,” Tech agrees, and his voice is directed back towards Hunter’s face. “Sleep also helps with the pain.”

“Keep that up and it won’t take me long,” Hunter mumbles, already halfway asleep. 

Crosshair snorts, but wisely doesn’t comment. Hunter ignores him; simply enjoying the pleasant feelings overriding his horrible headache.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #32

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

Government Man sat on a bench in the CIA lobby, throwing a tennis ball against the wall next to a large fountain. He liked the sound it made as it bounced off the wall and back to him. But what he didn’t like was all the things he was thinking about, which were many things, many of which he’d forgotten. Most of them, in fact.

The specific thing bothering him the most was knowing that somewhere out there, his mortal enemy - the Counter Spy - was spying on bathroom sinks across America. Or something to the effect. Government Man either wasn’t sure or couldn’t recall, and he didn’t know which. So he kept throwing the tennis ball to try to remember.

Suddenly his wrist began to vibrate. Government Man was at first convinced that this was an earthquake, but when the rest of his body failed to vibrate at the same time, he re-evaluated and considered it only to be a him-quake. And also his watch phone was ringing. He answered and the image of Boss Man displayed on the screen.

“Hello, Government Man,” Boss Man said. “How was your weekend?”

“It was good. I threw this tennis ball at the wall.”

“How many times?”

“Several.”

“Excellent job.”

“Thank you, Boss Man.”

“Now that that’s over with, I have a task for you. Government Woman is at a bar somewhere in the DC area and she needs a ride back here.” Boss Man wiped his nose. “To the CIA.”

“That is where we are.”

“Yes. I have triangulated her location to a bar on Second Street.”

“Do we have a Second Street in DC?”

“Probably. It is the most common street name.”

“Okay.” Government Man stood up. “I will go to that place.”

Government Man went to that place. It was a bar called Distractions, and it had all sorts of fun activities, like a round board made out of cork that you throw sharp objects at, a green table with holes at the sides that spherical objects can fit into, and particle board kiosks with cathode ray tubes that simulate hallucinating small creatures eating each other.

Government Woman sat calmly in a booth, sipping on a Shirley Temple, which as Government Man had just learned the previous day, was a non-alcoholic beverage. At least until she turned twenty-one. Government Man sat down across from her.

“Hello Government Man,” she said. “Would you like to have a drink also?”

“No thank you,” he replied. “Boss Man called me and told me you needed a ride.”

“I have had a lot to drink,” she replied. “But I am not inebriated because it is only seltzer and grenadine. He should be aware of this.”

Boss Man approached and sat down. “Hello, Government Man. How was your weekend?”

“You already asked me that. You said you were at the CIA.”

“No I didn’t. I was at the bathroom.”

It was then that Government Man realized he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book: the fake Boss Man who calls on your watch phone to tell you to get your coworker from a bar. That old routine. He fell to his knees, looked up to the skies (though the roof was in the way) and yelled out, “NO!”

The CIA building had been left unprotected. Counter Spy entered the Government Men’s Room and rubbed his hands together at the sight of their many sinks.

“Ha ha ha… they are not very at all suspecting of any things. So simply easy to be manipulating.” He took a paper towel and wiped his nose with it. “I cannot be stopped!”

[sonickedtrowel]

binary solar system

Another one-shot chapter!  the prompt here is.... is I wrote pregnant River and young babies/kids with these guys when I had absolutely no idea what I was talking about and I'm sure if I went back and read it after having 2 babies my soul would cringe out of my body. So instead let me just present you with this, a scene from Darillium which hopefully resonates more with those of you out there who have reproduced. 12/River ao3 link

“What the hell even is a round ligament?” River asked, unceremoniously flinging a pamphlet from the obstetrician’s office over the arm of the sofa and onto the floor.

“Er,” the Doctor carefully began, “I think it’s—”

“I know what it is,” she snapped, which, honestly, he should have seen coming.  “I know because it simulates me being stabbed in the abdomen eighty three fucking thousand times a day.  Round ligament.  Fucking bastard traitor.”

There were a lot of things about humanoid pregnancy that were significantly improved upon by living in a sufficiently advanced society with decent modern medicine.  Safe, well-tested anti-nausea medications.  Effective preventive treatments for life-threatening complications like pre-eclampsia.  The highest quality of monitoring and interventions available for any foetal developmental concerns.  Advanced surgical techniques and augmented healing technologies that made the dangerous and unpredictable old-fashioned mode of childbirth a thing of the past— evolution truly had dropped the ball on that one.  

But there were some things that remained, as River succinctly pronounced, “total shit.”

“Why don’t you lie down for a bit, dear?” the Doctor suggested.  “I’ll start dinner, you get some rest.  Doc—”

“I swear to god,” she interrupted, “if you say ‘Doctor’s orders,’ you can kiss this face goodbye, because I will shoot you in it.  And if the next one’s hot I won’t even feel bad.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, valiantly struggling to choke down a laugh, because he felt fairly sure that would not go over well at the moment.  

“Anyway,” River lamented, “resting is the problem.  Obviously I need all the rest I can get, but I can’t get any because when I lie down there’s a, a bowling ball, just— rolling all around in there, bouncing off my round ligament whenever I try to move a half an inch— oh, but if I don’t keep flipping sides like I’m being cooked on a spit I’ll throw out a hip!  And the stupid app said they’re only the size of a, a— what is it this week?”

“Rhodocrosian dwarf leek,” the Doctor supplied helpfully.

“Which is fucking meaningless, by the way, because the proportions are not even remotely comparable— but the point is,” she stressed, stopping mid-pantomime, “whichever way you measure a spring onion, or whatever, it should not be big enough to be smashing my ligaments!”

“I think it’s supposed to get better soon,” said the Doctor, crouching in front of the sofa and laying his hand ever-so-carefully over the upper curve of the tiny swell in River’s belly, avoiding the bastard traitor.  “Remember Dr. Kiril said something about touching the abdominal wall?  Not as much rolling around once the bowling ball’s out of room.”

“To be replaced with something even more dreadful, no doubt.”

“I’m sorry, dear.  You’ve definitely got the worse end of this deal.”

“And to think, we spent all that time trying to make this happen,” she sighed.  “I’ve been so spoilt, always being a bit superhuman.  Healing quickly, never having to feel my age or the little inconveniences and indignities it normally brings.  Making a baby sounds so magical and romantic in the abstract but it’s all been so… biological.  All the scans, all the hormone testing— do you know how long I’ve been pissing in little plastic cups?  Three years, Doctor.  Every month: ovulation tests, pregnancy tests, then start all over again.  So much hope tied up in such an unappealing ritual.  Like making a little advent calendar of urine.”  He failed to suppress his laugh at that, but River smiled, wearily.  “At least I only have to do it at appointments now.  There’s not a shred of dignity left to me in this entire business.  And what a way to spend what’s meant to be our longest honeymoon.  It’s all terribly unsexy.”

“Well, there were quite a few sexy parts, as I recall.��

“If you don’t mind being on a very strict schedule.”

“I didn’t mind.”

“Doctor,” River said solemnly, and he took her hand, as he knew well now when she was bravely preparing to say something important, against many decades of instinct to bury it instead.  “Have we just… thrown the biggest spanner you could possibly imagine into everything?”

“Well… yeah, maybe, a bit,” he replied— there was, of course, no use pretending otherwise.  “But in a good way.”

“But, it’s— it is completely mad, isn’t it?  We’re so happy in our life, let’s blow it up on purpose.  I couldn’t fathom loving another person like I love you, but instead of just enjoying that incredible, rare, precious thing, we’ll make a new person from scratch!  Who are we to make a person?  Why does anyone ever do something so obviously insane?”

The Doctor laughed softly, stood, and settled carefully down beside River on the sofa, giving her room to gingerly rearrange herself against him.  

“It’s just so hard to imagine what it will really be like,” she mumbled into his shoulder.  “It’s— it’s like moving the stars.  Adding a second sun to a solar system.  Everything’s going to change, and it can’t all be for the better.  When there’s more light, some things will burn.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about any of that,” he said, carefully draping his arm around her and threading his fingers through hers.  “But we do have a pretty extensive record of doing completely mad things.  It’s our speciality, really.  And, you know… it is very normal to have doubts about such a huge change.”  He pressed a kiss to her temple and she curled a little more into his side, her breath hitching as she winced with the movement.  “It’s a leap of faith with a very long way to the landing.  You’ve got to get through a lot of wild thoughts on the way down.  And thank you.  For telling me how you’re feeling.”

“Well, I appreciate you not pointing out that I sound like I’ve completely lost my mind.  I have actually noticed.”

“Nah,” he scoffed.  “You just sound like you’re… growing a new sun.  You’re handling it magnificently.”

“How are you so bloody calm about it, by the way?” she grumbled.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear, I’m an absolute mess.  This is what we call triage.  You just carry on and I won’t have to pay any attention to me— doing me a favour, really.”

“Mm.  Sounds healthy.”

“I think, in this specific case, it’s sort of the natural order of things.”

“And you know, of course I’m worried but… I don’t actually have any doubts.  I don’t even know this person yet, and they’re making my life an enormous pain in ways I’d never imagined, and I don’t regret it one bit.  Isn’t that strange?”

“Well, not so strange.  Love is like that.  No one ever said it made sense.”

“What, no ‘biological imperative’ talk?  No human hormones hijacking my brain?  Suddenly when it’s our little foetus it’s all mushy stuff?”

“River Song, let me tell you something very important right now.  It was a hard lesson to learn, but ever since you came into my life, it’s all been mushy stuff.”  She laughed, and turned her head to kiss him, the tension tangibly melting out of her shoulders as her lips lingered against his.

“Oh,” she moaned, “I would really, really love you to take me to bed, if I could move at all without the stabbing.”

“How about I do take you to bed, get you all set up with your pillows and wedges and noodles and whatnot, and we can see how the bastard traitor is feeling later.”

“Okay,” she sighed.  “Oh!  Oh, there it goes— put your hand right here!”  She grabbed his hand and pressed it very firmly to her stomach, which was alarming considering how she seemed not to be able to do anything without incurring the round ligament’s wrath, but then—

“Oh!”  The Doctor could feel the sort of grin taking over his face that River teased would make him look like the Grinch, if he weren’t so pretty.  (He wasn’t so sure about ‘pretty’ as an appropriate adjective for this face, but had decided not to object.)  “Hello, there,” he said softly.

“You really felt it this time?” she asked, beaming back at him as she pressed her hand down over his.

“Yeah, just a teeny tiny little… poke.  A little hand?  Little foot?”

“My bet’s on little elbow,” she said, cradling the tiny curve of her belly.  “I’m sure a half-developed leek with pointy elbows and no body fat would look fairly ghastly, but… they certainly are sweet from this angle, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” the Doctor agreed, though it came out with a gravelly waver to it.  “The sweetest.  Well, easy for me to say; I’m not getting poked.”

“I think that’s my favourite part, actually.  Like they’re saying hello.  Then it’s not some big unimaginable unknown we’re waiting for, it’s… just this little one right here.  Already keeping me company.”

“So maybe there is a little magic left in the process?”

“I guess so.”  River smiled with the sort of Christmas-morning delight he’d hoped would fill every moment of their night on Darillium, and the Doctor thought having two suns in his life seemed like the perfect number.

[irenespring]

House MD Drag Race Simulator: Day 1 Design Challenge

The simulator woke up and chose violence.

I DID NOT MAKE IT PUT AMBER AND KUTNER UP FOR ELIMINATION RIGHT AWAY. I especially did not make it eliminate Amber first, as I am not that comfortable making jokes online to do that on purpose. No, the simulator decided that of all the characters Amber must be removed first. Especially funny given I know I gave her a super high lipsynch stat because of her singing when House hallucinated her. On a related note, I am now afraid of AI (/j I was always afraid of AI).

Also funny:

House winning the mini challenge. His many days of bouncing his tennis ball prepared him to incorporate it into a stunning makeup look.

Foreman winning the design challenge. He presumably made the most gorgeous sparkly dress. Definitely a situation where no one thought they had to worry about him because he's so serious and then he crushes them. Chase meanwhile made the classic beauty queen mistake of using two pieces of fabric and trying to rely on looks, hoping the judges wouldn't notice he has no fucking idea how to sew. He's just lucky the simulator watched House and knew its job, apparently.

House would absolutely tell Thirteen she was beneath him even as she greatly outperformed him in the actual challenge.