#testing out new digital stuff so. have them .

[jondrettegirls]

i have seen god and he left me on delivered ://

[the-californicationist]

he teaches you new tricks

John Price convinces you to try using a butt plug for the first time, letting you use his ass for practice. It has definitely awakened something in you, and you're ready for more…

Warning: butt stuff, obviously.

It started innocently at first, fumbling and awkward, in the dark. John came home from deployment one day, ravenous and hungry, fingering you through the open leg of your pajama shorts, aiming for your sweet cunt. But, with a gasp from you and a gasp from him, he realized that he missed and landed his digits in a different destination. Your body’s response had been instinctual, and completely out of your control. Certainly the ragged moan he coaxed from your mouth by his accidental caress was not planned. It excited him, that much was obvious, and you discovered, as your mind processed the feelings stirring in your body, it excited you, too.

After that, he’d find excuses to lick you lower and lower, abandoning your pussy in favor of the tight bridge between your holes, even daring to flick his long tongue into what was previously a forgotten or even forbidden territory. Where you would have moved your hips out of his reach before, now you remained pliantly still, waiting for him to push his luck. Egging him on with your submission. When he grabbed your ass, his fingers would pull the cheek away just to reveal your asshole to him, thumbing it gently as he fucked you from behind, and you could feel him looking at it with a novel interest. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d been asked to consider anal sex. Price was not your first lover, but he was the first one who stood any chance of gleaning a positive response to the age-old query. He tested the waters one night while he railed inside of you, taking himself to the brink of pleasure, impairing his own judgment in a fog of bliss, nearly begging,

“You wanna try it out, love? Hm? You like my finger in there, now, dontcha?”

Your anguished cries were not a no, but they were not enough of a yes.

Later, after the fireworks died down, you lay against him, sweaty and sated, and looked up at him, musing,

“You’re so big, though…”

“Hmm?”

“Might be too much.”

“What are you sayin’, love?”

“You wanted to try anal, you said,” your voice was barely above a whisper, resonating in the hollow against his chest.

There was a long pause, and then, a smiling response through pleased sighs,

“Only if you want to. I’m more than happy as it is, clearly.”

“Would it hurt?” You asked. 

“No,” he shook his head confidently, “Shouldn’t hurt. Feels different, though.”

“We could try it,” you pushed your offering out into the quiet between you. 

He sighed,

“Don’t be doin’ this for my benefit. I told you, love, I’m not -”

“No,” you sat firm in your choice, “I wanna try. I don’t know…well, I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Tha’s okay. I’ll show ya, and hey -” he lifted your chin to look at him, gazing down at you with full sincerity, “We can stop anytime. Say it.”

You smiled, recognizing his tone,

“We can stop anytime.”

John cuddled you closer to him, wrapping his body around yours and pulling up the sheet, growling approvingly in your ear,

“Good girl.”

“How much should I put?” You asked, staring at the back of the bottle of lube, reading the vague instructions. 

“Here,” he took it from you and showed you the little pearl of clear liquid on his fingers. 

You handed him the smooth, silicone plug he’d brought home. He showed you the different sizes, the smallest being smaller than his finger - which you rejected - and the medium, and then the large. None of them had been too terribly intimidating. Price had been very serious about informing you of the dangers of not having a “flared base”, extolling the virtues of the T-shaped base he’d selected, touting its comfort and security. 

He rubbed the largest plug with the lube before reaching around and rubbing himself between his cheeks. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, not entirely sure what you were witnessing. 

“Want you to practice putting it in, so…” he smirked, blushing a bit from his finger’s ministrations, “You can use me to see how it goes.”

“W-w-what? Are you serious? You would do that for me?” You were positively aghast at his lack of boundaries. 

You had never expected any man in your life to be so free from society's Puritanical norms that he would even allow you to witness his asshole, much less put a butt plug into it - and not just for pleasure, but to educate you? You froze like a deer trapped in headlights, unable to proceed. 

“You don’t have to. You should feel the pressure, though, and see it happening. Makes it less scary, I think,” he held his hands up, not wanting to make you do anything you weren’t on board with. 

You shook your head, snapping out of your surprise,

“No, it’s okay. I just didn’t expect you to be okay with that.”

“I’m asking you to do it, so I should be able to do it, right?” He chuckled, kissing your forehead, rubbing his naked body against yours, turning you on again. 

John lay down on the edge of the bed, flat on his back, and spread his legs for you, hanging his muscular ass off of the side, rubbing his cock a bit for comfort and because he was getting obviously excited. His expressions during this whole ordeal had been positively boyish, full of bright anticipation. The novelty of taking your anal virginity fueled his giddy joy. 

You knelt between his legs, aiming the tip of the plug at his shining asshole, watching him thrust his hand against his hardening length erotically. Carefully, and too slowly, you touched the plug to his dark hole, surrounded by his curly, thick hair, using your other hand to lift his heavy balls out of the way.

Right at the first whisper of a touch, he groaned deeply. Encouraged, you pressed forward, meeting some resistance. Scared of hurting him, you paused there, keeping the tension but too afraid to go forward. 

“Push it in, love. Bit harder than that… please - yeah, fuck!”

Then, just as you applied more pressure, his hole stretched further and the plug disappeared inside of him, like a cork into a bottle, flush. John let out a groan, long and low, full of heady satisfaction.

Well, that wasn’t so scary, you thought. Unable to contain your desire, you tugged gently at his balls again, licking up to the base of his growing dick. He cried out again, enjoying the abundance of sensations. 

“Careful, love. I’ll come easy like this.”

“That good, John?” You rubbed his legs and abdomen affectionately, staring down at his occupied asshole, wanting very badly to feel what he was feeling. 

“So good. You wanna try?” He rolled over, sliding to the floor carefully, his cheeks rosy and warm as he kneeled down beside you, “Stand up for me, love.”

You stood, suddenly nervous. Price could tell. Your hesitation rolled off of your body language like a siren. He started to finger your pussy, enjoying the wetness in you, admiring the way you were already swollen and pulsing for him. His warm mouth kissed and licked your folds, drawing out long, luxurious moans from your throat, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Just as you thought he might make you come, he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and smeared it over his fingers, painting it onto your asshole. The slick feeling was enough to make you jolt, and you held onto his shoulders for balance. 

“C’mere, baby. Lay down for me,” he commanded in a careful timbre, moving your body as his had been on the mattress.

Price lifted your legs, grabbing you behind the knees and spreading you open, unable to resist eating your pussy when he did so, bending his head to taste you fully. Your orgasm was coiled up in your like a snake, ready to strike at any moment.

Then, you felt it, the tip of the medium-sized plug made cold contact with your asshole, and it sent a shock through your core. You gasped, and Price took it back, saying, 

“You alright, love?”

You nodded,

“You can do it. I’m okay.”

He pressed it back against your hole more confidently, pushing it into you until you felt stretched and open. Then, just as you had felt it slot into him, you felt it as it popped delightfully into you, feeling strange and extremely sensitive.

Price immediately went to your clit, licking it and fingering you inside of your pussy, and you felt the coil wind up again, stronger and more furious than before, stoked by the stimulation of your ass. He made you come, groaning right along with you, his eyes transfixed to your slick core, watching you pulse and clench around his hand. Each clench made the plug shift inside of you, rubbing against your insides, creating sparks in a place where there had never been any before. 

“Talk to me. How are you doing?” Price asked, rubbing your belly and thighs, comforting you. 

“It’s…strange. But, it’s good. Really good, actually,” you admitted, smiling, playing with your breasts lazily, coming down from your high. 

“Want me to play with you?”

You nodded, 

“Please.”

John hooked his first two fingers into the T-bar of the flexible plug, and he began to pull it out. You felt it stretching you, and then you felt a terrible emptiness when he removed it. You whimpered, involuntarily, and then gasped when he pushed it back in again. He was thrusting it in and out of you achingly slowly, letting you feel every little movement, telegraphing his actions as explicitly as he could, making sure you could see as much of his arm as possible. You were eager to feel more of it, and you told him,

“John... Feels so good. Faster, please.”

He obliged, and you understood, finally, the appeal. It wasn’t just your asshole that was sending sensation information to your brain. It was your pussy as well. The wall between your two holes was incredibly sensitive, and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as he fucked you with your new toy. Suddenly, he stopped and crawled over you, angling his cock to press into your pussy, slipping in easily through your slick come. 

You screamed, then. It was so intense, and you could feel both him and the plug battling each other for space as he began to thrust into you. Your shout stopped him at once, and he held his weight off of you,

“You’re hurt?”

You felt him start to pull out, panicked. You grabbed his waist, stopping him,

“Don’t go, baby.”

His sigh was pure elation, and he fed himself back into you, picking up a thumping rhythm that made the plug dance to his steady beat, teasing you incessantly. You were going to come so quickly and so hard. You could feel the build up, and it was like a stampede. Trying to warn him, you fought to catch your breath,

“John, I’m com-”

“Me, too, love. Bloody hell,” he spoke to you through gritted teeth, his pupils blown and full of a dark possession. 

You came together, gasping and keening, feeling him rolling through his orgasm like a tidal wave, filling you up quickly. 

He slid out of you, trying to catch his breath, and he carefully removed the plug, leaving you feeling hollow, full of a sort of sexual grief, a part of you begging to be filled again right away, bereft and missing your lover and his tools. 

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

“Sorry, love. You alright? Sorry…it was - It was too much for me. Couldn’t last,” he was coming undone at the seams. 

“More than alright, I think. That was…something else,” you smiled, earning yourself a wide grin in return. 

You watched him carefully remove the plug from himself, laying them on the washcloth on the small table. John reached for the other two soft rags that he had set out, and he used one to clean you up. He was so diligent in making sure he didn’t put you at any risk of infection, and you could tell it was taking everything he had to concentrate on his work. 

It had been almost a week since you’d had your adventure in toyland with John, and you were snuggling into him on the sofa, playing with the waistband of his pants absentmindedly, watching Liverpool and Tottenham. You weren’t sure how to push the envelope, so you just came right out and asked him,

“Do you want to fuck my ass tonight?”

He was mid-sip on his ale, and he nearly choked to death. His whole body convulsed as he coughed, hacking through the invasive liquid, trying to breathe. You’d startled him, and while you were a little sorry, you were also a little not. 

“Wh-what, love?” He asked through coughs, his face red and full of wide surprise. 

“I thought we could try. You know, if you wanted to.”

“Fuuuuuckin’ hell,” he caught his breath, smiling at you, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead, fully ignoring the game, “Yeah, yeah, I would do. Yeah, now?”

You giggled, curling into him cozily, 

“You’ve got forty minutes left in this match, babe.”

John didn’t reply. He clicked the screen off with his remote and scooped you off the couch, carried you into the bedroom, and playfully tossed you onto the big mattress. You were laughing with nervous excitement, impressed by his reaction. His expression was still one of genuine surprise, but along the edges, you could see a tremendous needy desire. His tone was still bright and playful, but now it was heavy with lustful warning,

“Clothes off, love. You lit a fuckin’ match, you did.”

He raked his shirt off his torso and threw it away, shucking off his jeans and socks like he was in a race, slipping his boxers off to prowl over you, fully naked and hard as a stone, leaking as his cock rubbed along your thigh. You’d almost matched him, but you still had your panties on, and he peeled them from you unceremoniously, his lips finding yours and slanting against his bearded mouth. He slipped his tongue past your teeth, dragging it along yours, licking you with a delicate longing, making your body ready and willing to respond to his every whim. 

Price was right of course, you had lit a match. He had one thing on his mind, and he let you know it. His mouth kissed its way down your body until it found your asshole, which he began to lick and writhe his way inside, lapping along the edges and onto your cheeks, devouring you. His fingers joined his efforts, rimming around the edges, sending clear signals to your body as he did so, and then he began to carefully invade your hole, prepping you for his intrusion. 

The way he scissored his fingers in you was enough to send your mind soaring with pleasure, but when he reached for the bottle of lube, your nerves returned. Your body stilled, and your breathing became more shallow. He smeared the lube against you and slowed things way, way down. 

“You alright, love? I won’t hurt you, baby, you know that,” he bent to kiss your neck, “You want me to stop?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I’m just nervous.”

“Tha’s okay,” he smiled, “Brave girl. Being so good for me. Hungry for me, hm?”

“Yeah, I am,” you felt the waves of pleasure return at his praise-filled words. He knew what you wanted to hear, and he was happy to oblige. 

Once he was pleased with your flexibility, he positioned himself at your asshole, slippery with lube and his thick precome, his cock jerking with excitement, rigid and stretching for you. The smooth, fleshy head of his dick pressed against your muscles, willing them to relent. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” Price coached you. 

You tried to breathe deeply, feeling yourself relax. Then, his head popped into you, mimicking the feeling of the plug. You sighed deeply, reveling in the familiar feeling. However, unlike the plug, Price had plenty more ground to cover, and he pushed himself deeper in the slowest, gentlest way possible. He was groaning the entire time, whining darkly in an animalistic way, like a wolf snarling in a fight, tense and stressed.

Wanting him to feel pleasure with you, your hands went to his belly, celebrating his body, rubbing him lovingly, rewarding him for his careful treatment. 

He hit another boundary of some kind, stopping his progress. John meet your eyes, and it was so filthy, the way he looked at you, you felt yourself pulse around him. You watched (with no small level of pride) as his eyes rolled back into his head, showing you their fluttering whites like a vicious shark, ready to snap. He whispered to you, recovering a bit,

“Breathe deep for me. One, two, three…that’s it, love, good girl. Such a good girl for me. Yes-yes-yes… ohhh…”

The rest of him pressed its way into you, and you were truly filled. As he sheathed himself, he waited there, breathing with you, relaxing into you as you relaxed, his cock simply sitting inside of you, hard and warm. 

“You okay?” He asked, quiet and falsely calm.

You nodded, cupping his bearded cheek, 

“Yes, baby. I’m good. So fucking good.”

Reserved and heavily restrained, he began to thrust into you slow and easy, making the most delicious faces as he did so. It felt like a dream and time stretched out around you in all directions. He created waves and waves of pleasure for you. You were so full and warm, and your clit was tingling without being touched, excited by the sparkling sensation of Price fucking your ass. You reached down to touch yourself, hissing at the pleasure of your own touch, and Price was salaciously injured by it,

“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell. Yes, baby. Just like that. Touch yourself… Shite! I’m not gonna last.” 

You fondled your clit until you began to buzz from it, feeling the chill of an orgasm creep up your spine. You wanted him to join you, so you pushed him, knowing he was vulnerable,

“That’s my big bear, making me feel so fucking full. Want you to come in my ass. Wanna feel it inside me,” you doused the fire you’d built in him with kerosene words, and you grinned as you watched the resulting blaze. 

“Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck!” 

His come was thick and hot as it spilled out into you, and you could feel it inside of your asshole, wet and soft, folding around his cockhead as he thrust up into his own fluids. Pure bliss was painted across his face, and you covered yourself in his joy like a heavy coat, surrounded by it, and proud of your work, glad he was such a willing teacher.

You loved learning new tricks.

[blackopals-world]

Hiii, I have question ab the yuus (any yuus you want)

If they could be sorted into the NRC dorms, which one would they be in?

And may~be what kind of unique magic they would have if they did posses magic? 👉👈

🪡-Tailor!Yuu- Pomefiore

"Let's Stick Together"-Fuse two materials with seamless binds.

Used to fix tears in fabrics and cuts

Can be used to bind someone to an object but the fusion will loosen with enough pulling

🩺-Vet!Yuu-Savanaclaw

"The Lion Sleeps Tonight"- Sedate a target into an instant coma or relieves pain. (Like laughing gas)

Used on unwilling patients and anyone being annoying

Necessary for Spelldrive when players sustain bad injuries that can't be fixed on the field.

🔫-Special Forces!Yuu- Scarabia

"Flower of Adversity"- Summons two weights, strength, and discipline that will attach themselves to the target. The weights are proportional to the target's negative attitude that the caster chooses.

The effect is dispelled if the target overcomes the flaw chosen

It won't work on people too dense to realize their flaws.

Yuu can't find the insecurity to target for the spell to work on Rook.

🌊- Marine Biologist!Yuu- Octavinelle

"Heart of the Sea"- Allows the user to move water no matter the depth.

Used to keep water out of boat and parting the literal sea. Mostly for researching Sea life

Yuu doesn't realize that they are a water bender and doesn't care.

🪶-Harpy!Yuu- Savanaclaw

"Mine!Mine!Mine!"- Give the user the ability to spot valuable objects through any barriers. The objects are highlighted with a sparkling glint.

Used to steal shiny objects.

Note: Kalim is shiny objects

🌷-Gardener!Yuu- Heartslabyul

"Golden Afternoon"- Causes plants to grow at an expositional rate.

Used to instantly get fruits and veggies ready to be harvested

Used to create walls of plants for defense.

🍴-Chef!Yuu- Heartslabyul

"Anyone can cook"- Summons small bag used as interdimensional storage with an unknown capacity. Used to store ingredients and cooking tools

Can store stuff other than food but Yuu has never considered that.

♨️-Onsen!Yuu- Octavinelle

"Be our Guest"- A soothing scent wafts in the air that causes people to relax and forget their worries.

Works like the Lotus Eaters from the Odyssey

The effect makes it impossible to focus on how much you're spending at the spa.

🌙-Celestial!Yuu- Diasomnia

They are a literal God! Do they really need more power?!

Yes

"A Dream is a Wish"- literally grants wishes but only wishes that are the heart's true desires. If the wish isn't clear then it won't come true.

Getting a wish is almost impossible unless you're Silver who never asks for one.

Lilia got one but only because he tricked Yuu. He wished to marry Yuu. Chad move.

🎮-Otaku!Yuu- Ignihyde

"Wildest Dreams"- create a digital simulation that creates lifelike holograms. The simulation can replica any fantasy experience the occupants desire. Functions as an isolated chamber for those inside.

The room can be used to trap people in a simulation of the caster's choosing. The target would need to be very observant to realize they are in a simulation and escape.

The room is soundproof and can used for desensitization for those who get overwhelmed (Idia)

🔮-(???)Yuu-Diasomnia

"Into the Woods"- creates a foggy mist that blankets the area. I mist causes disorientation and over time panic. The targets will become lost and travel in circles while trying to escape.

Yuu has no control over the mist. It follows them.

🎬-Theater kid!Yuu-Pomefiore

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"- A very simple spell despite how it sounds. It just makes it so you can remember rehearsed lines without a script and not stumble over words

Despite how it is used this spell is actually a memory spell. The user can use it to recall even the most deep seeded memories and test answers they studied.

⛓️- Disciplinary Committee!Yuu- New Ramshackle

"Chain the Beast"- Creates an anti-magic field that dispels all spells within the radius. Weakens users within to prevent further casting.

The spell is used to stop all fighting from students and disables them to be taken in by the discipline officers.

The spell is used rarely due to the taxing effect of Yuu which is why they rely on their officers to take over after the spell ends.

🧹-Maid!Yuu- Heartslabyul

"Whistle while you Work"- Animating objects to to do tasks like assisting in cleaning, cooking and dressing.

Very Disney princess meets Fantasia.

💎-Noble!Yuu-Pomefiore

"Mirror, Mirror"- Ask your reflection any question to find the secrets of others. They can even use it to watch other people.

A dangerous spell that Yuu uses to spy on others.

If Yuu uses the reflection of another person allows them to interrogate a target.

🪀-Toymaker!Yuu- Ignihyde

"No Strings"- The caster places a part of their being into an inanimate object and gives it the gift of life.

Yuu has only used this spell once to bring a doll they created to life. This became their little sister Dalia or Dolly.

Given its nature, the spell can't be cast more than a handful of times in a lifetime.

[lalalian]

futuristic dr ideas pt.1 : jobs

date: march 24, 2024 (technically march 25, it's 2 AM rn)

If you're interested in more futuristic dr things, I posted a video on tiktok with more futuristic stuff

A lot of this stuff is inspired the things I've read in cyberprep books!

disclaimer: none of my ideas are made by AI, sometimes I may be aided by AI to get inspired (especially with civilizations). If I do use AI somewhere in my ideas I’ll be sure to let you guys know!

World Acclimatizer

Also known as an ‘Acclimaitzer’

These help people move to other planets by aiding them in adapting to either living in space or living on different planets. World Acclimatizers often work closely with primary care doctors, and are extremely well-versed in non-earthly sicknesses and the effects space has on the human body. Realtors from other planets will always refer their clients to an Acclimatizer if the house is located on another planet.

Planetary Humanitarian

Planetary Humanitarians promote natural and peaceful development in other planets. These people typically advocate for limited human interaction with other life, some even going as far as to never stepping off earth. Planetary Humanitarians tend to dislike Civilization Examiners.

Cybernaut

Cybernauts work with techspace (technology relating to space) engineers to test out products. These people are often pretty popular in the media sphere because, as I mentioned earlier, many engineers are inclined to sponsor them. Cybernauts can frequently be seen in AR Gaming hubs and Cyber parkour arenas (more about those in the tiktok linked to this post)

Cybernetic Designer

Cybernetic body parts are designed by these people. These parts are not designed to look realistic like the prosthetic parts we see today. Most designers specialize in a body part, the most popular one being the left arm. Cybernetic designers are not licensed in creating full body AI androids, but they can create parts for androids.

Android Engineer

Android Engineers obviously do have some sort of license to make androids, but there are different tiers to an android making license:

Limited 2D Design: Very similar to character ai or j.ai bots, these bots do not have a physical form and can only be spoken to through text. They may have voices or a 2D body.

AR Immersive Experience: Like love and deepspace but with AR, you can feel, hear, and taste the android only through AR goggles. Some android engineers make their own goggles to allow their customers to feel a more personalized experience with new features. Why is this a completely different tier from 2D design? There's more room for corruption both mentally and digitally (hacking). The AI that makes the bots act so human can make the bot become too sentient, which could make them want to break free from the simulation.

Small Non-Human Physical Design: Most people with this license make android pets. Dogs are obviously the most popular, but jelly fish and vampire squids are popular these days. This license requires more training than the AR experience degree because these androids exist in the physical world.

Non-Human Physical Design: Designers with this license are not always involved in the abstract or purely artistic sphere. Many make hyper realistic android animals to blend in with the environment to either monitor species development, observe other planet-life in a non-invasive way, or encourage certain behaviors in animals. Even if the creature is not considered large, designers who plan to enter this field of design must earn this license because of this job requires complex AI design and ultra realistic visuals.

Non-Interactive Human Design: Designers with this tier do not create androids with crazy complex AI models. These androids are often displayed in museums, and are no where near sentient enough to even speak outside of a few lines, if that.

Life-like Interactive Human Design: This is the highest tier. People with this license often advocate for equality amongst humans and androids. Anyone with this license should exercise caution when making their androids, as talented designers can make androids that are so indistinguishable from humans that they become acknowledged as civilians rather than 'product'. Reports against designers with these license are taken extremely seriously.

Civilization Examiners

I'm planning to have a DR with this job kekekeke. I'll tell y'all storytimes if I can get myself to focus on shifting instead of scripting 😞

There's two kinds of civilization examiners: public or non-public. Public examiners assist journalists and researchers after living for days, weeks, months, or even years on a different planet. They collect data like plants, animals, environmental samples, and most importantly, get as much information as possible about other civilizations. Civilization Examiners are required to be at least semi- decent artists because they need to be able to draw what they see. They are required to come back with information about the civilization's culture, religious customs, traditions, language, fashion, appearance, parenting style, government, and more importantly, alliance potential.

edit: I forgot to talk abt non-public examiners 😭 non-public examiners work for the government and are apart of the CIA. Public examiners research about alliance potential, but not nearly as intensely as gov examiners.

istg more shifters need to talk about their futuristic drs :(

[the-s1lly-corner]

Platonic tadc cast with a child reader Who is like :

"hey, wanna see me do a cartwheel :D"

Basically very spontaneous and chaotic in the adventures lol

Ty!! (and remember to drink water) ;3

TADC cast x chaotic!kid!reader ! (Platonic)

Guys I'm literally so tired I just got done baking a ton of stuff, like I'm talking 12ish hours of non stop cooking and baking I'm going insane im trying so hard not to fall asleep rn because I kinda. Feel bad for not really answering requests today

Anywahs

Hope you enjoy anon!

Written on mobile

CAINE:

Well well how the turn tables (writing caines portion last for once)

Very similar to kinger and ragatha in that he supports everything you do; in fact he encourages your behavior as long as no one is getting hurt. Very loudly (and sometimes obnoxiously) cheers for you

While kinger can only cheer and clap, I think Caine sets off sparkles and fireworks... probably has a whole group of bubbles cheering you on too , assuming there can be multiple bubbles at any given time (I personally think there can be, and they all share a hivemind of sorts)

So what was the occasion that prompted that?

A wonky cartwheel, of which you excited called "a sideways front flip"

(Fun fact from the admin, I called my first cartwheel that bc I didnt know it was called a cartwheel yet)

POMNI:

Anxious parental figure and hyper child, a dynamic that's hit or miss at least for me. Really it depends on how its executed

That said I think she struggles to keep up with you

Constantly scrambling around you make sure you dont fall into any danger. Literally and figuratively...

Her attempts to get you to sit down for more than five minutes fail

Your ass is failing the marshmallow test/j

RAGATHA:

No thoughts only that one clip from adventure time where BMO pretends to be a wheathervane before trying to nose dive off the roof, all while calling for finns attention. Thats you and ragatha, basically (in essence, not exact scenario though)... maybe zooble too, but we'll get there when we get there (I am currently having a brain blast)

Says things like "what am I gonna do with you" everyday, always lightheartedly of course and usually accompanied by a tired chuckle

Generally very supportive of you though, just so long as you're not hurting yourself! Sure, this is the digital world and injuries dont really stick, but still! The pain is still there

JAX:

I mentioned the marshmallow test in pomnis part and I feel like jax would do something similar with you. Except the test is rigged and the candy (which he uses in place of the marshmallow( is actually for him and not for you. So if you actually earn the extra candy you dont even get it

That said I do think jax would feel bad when you get upset about the joke

Anyways

I think he finds it funny, as long as you're not tugging on his overalls and screaming at him for something, or interfering with his plans

Hes not a neglectful rolemodel/familial figure, he just has a short fuse with the above I think, regardless of who it is, kid or not

That said he fully embraces your spontaneous nature

KINGER:

Peepaw and his grandchild, that's it that's literally the dynamic

"Kinger is only 48-"

Hush♡

"Oh that's so lovely, (reader)" when you run up to him with your hands full of god knows what

Eagerly claps and cheers when you show him a new trick you learned

Bonus if you try to recreate or one up his embellished stories in order to make him proud of you (hes always proud of you)

ZOOBLE:

As mentioned in ragathas part, the wheathervane BMO thing is basically in essence you guys' dynamic. Except where I think ragatha would be quicker to pay attention to you, zooble may be a little slower. Not because they dont care about whatever you're trying to display to them, but because I think a lot of the times they kind of mentally check out (me too honestly)

Tries to scold you if you do something too dangerous or out of line, may come across as way angrier or upset than they actually are though thanks to their voice being kinda

You know

Zooble gives off "cool older sibling who doesnt care about nothing" energy

GANGLE:

Meekly tries to get you to calm down for a few minutes, especially if theres an IHA going on because she doesnt want you to run off and potentially get hurt. Tries to keep you occupied with arts and crafts. Watches in horror as you impulsively eat the glue

Tends to wrap one of her ribbon hands around yours so she knows you're not running off.. this is more so when theres an IHA going on

As per usual not many ideas for gangle <\3

[i-smoke-chapstick]

ough can you do something else smutty with gotham jervis tetch he’s literally the love of my life and I read your other stuff with him and I literally love it so much. like him being needy for the reader like he was in the other one you did with him? it was so aughhh 😫😫

thank you thank you

‘LOSE CONTROL,

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Jervis doesn’t like it when you leave without warning him.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. PURE SMUT!! Literally no plot. Needy and obsessive jervis. Like, he’s fucking FEINDING. Jervis is a little toxic. Biting. Body worship. Hints of PAST non consenual hypnotism. Guys this might be my fav smut fic i’ve ever written. Heard this song and I was floored; it’s so HIM.

Inspired a bit by @adalwolfgang ‘s biting ask ;)

♫ “How many times did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone? / I lose control when you're not next to me / Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict / And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth.” Lose Control by Teddy Swims

“Look into my eyes, my dear.” He whispers, forcing your jaw up with his hand that isn’t occupied, shoved deep into your cunt. Two slender fingers pump in and out of you at a furious pace. You’re choking on your tears and saliva, heavy mascara streaks running down your face as you sqeeze around his digits.

You are whining and squirming in his hold, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hand. The overstimulation is killing you, and you know he can see it. He’s biting his lip, and your eyes drag along his neck and chest. He must have been at this for hours now.

He’s borderline torturing you, like he’s trying to get a confession. When you feel your eyes begin to roll back, he only shoves his fingers deeper, teasing your wet cunny and roughly finger fucking you.

“Ah ah ah,” He clicks his tongue, a scowl of dissaproval on his face. “Come back to me.” He orders, a particularly deep thrust of his middle and ring finger curling up into your pussy. Your chest is heaving, whimpering as he continues his game.

You don’t know how the two of you ended up in this position. One moment you come home from work, and the next he has you pressed up against a table, you two fucking like bunnies. It took you by surprise, the way his soft hands roughly grabbed your throat, muttering some sort of incantation.

Somewhere along the way; you realized, he thought he had hypnotized you. Your mind ran wild. The two of you had made love before, but it was always slow and sweet. He was the perfect gentleman, slow thrusts of his cock into your slit, sucking on the tender flesh of your neck. This was a whole new side of him; Dark. Deep. Animalistic.

No, he thought he had you hypnotized. You think back to if he’s done this before- when he wanted to get rougher with you. The more deep-seated perverse thoughts he has; he unleashes them on you, when you can’t say no. He fucks you harder, as though he doesn’t want to offend you. When he has his own needs to fill, that aren’t very gentlemanly.

Problem is, you quite enjoy this side of him. The way he leans his forehead against yours, keeping eyecontact the entire time. He’s starved for your attention. He wants is all on him.

“Tell me, where were you today, hmm?” He commands, still thinking you’re under his spell. You’ve been playing his game; not letting him know that you know. You realize this is own little lie detector test. He’s trying to ask if you were anywhere else…with any other man. You shiver when another thrust of his fingers brings you back.

“Work.” Is all you whisper, looking into his gaze. Your eyes are glossy, and he just hums in response. He looks vaguley pleased, vaguley dissatisfied with the ambiguity in your answer. If he suspects something, he doesn’t say anything. He must be too caught up in the moment, in your body, in your core to care.

Just when you feel the knot of your orgasm building up inside you, he rips his fingers away. You give a loud yelp at the loss of contact, which he remedies by sticking his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck.” Is all he directs, eyes still focused on you and only you. You try not to gag when he forces them deep into your throat, watching your tongue swirl around your own juices.

You suck on his fingers for what feels like ages, until he’s satisfied. You can feel his hard cock pressing into the meat of your thighs, and you’re desperate to have him inside you.

His chest heaves wildly as he roughly pushes you onto your back. You feel your skull and back hit the wood of the table and wince, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He prowls on top of you, like a predator hunting his prey. His pupils are blown, mouth slightly agape. He doesn’t take his eyes off you for even a second.

His cock is flushed long, hard, and red from base to tip- and he shoves it into you without warning. He lets out a loud growl beside himself, and thrusts slowly at first. He laughs at his own obscene groan of pleasure.

“Forgive me,” He coos, and he sounds patronizing, smirk on his face. “I just couldn’t help myself.” He giggles, as though he knows he’s apologizing for something you won’t remember.

His thrusts grow faster as he pounds your body into the table, brusing grip on your thighs. The more he fucks himself into you, the more his hands roam, until he’s wildly squeezing and groping at every part of you.

He’s engorging himself on your pleas, and the sound of your drenched pussy. The only noise that fills the room is the squelch of his dick dragging against your walls. His hands settle themselves on your throat, and you see him trying his hardest to maintain concentration on you, and not let his own gaze slip into the back of his head in pleasure.

He’s hitting it deep and raw, and you mewl around him. You can tell he’s getting close when his brow furrows and he grits his teeth, pace faltering in short spasms. His mouth keeps opening and closing- like he wants to speak, like he wants to give you more commands; but you’re too tight, too wet, and feel too good- he can’t seem to utter a word or rhyme.

He finally loses himself, buring his face in the crook of your neck. You similarly lose yourself as well, hypnotized sex-doll facade failing as you pull him into you, and bite down on his neck. He damn near chokes, eyes widening as he pumps thick ropes of cum into you, not bothering to pull out. You cum just the same, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest.

He pulls away quickly, scurrying to look at you. He swallows, nervous. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at you incredulously- unsure if he’s somehow woken you up out of your hypnotized state.

“Sorry,” You murmur, pathetically. Your eyes are closed, still resting against the table, trying to catch your breath.

Scilence falls between the two of you, until you prop one eye open to look at him.

Standing before you, Jervis’s chest is heaving, a wild and carnivorous look in his eyes. You look down to find him instantly hard again, eyes narrowed in on you like an animal. His jaw is slacked, obviously not previously aware of your fully alert mind.

He looks like he wants to tear into you again.

This is going to be a loooooong night.

[wicca-foxes]

Witchcraft and recycling

Wicca, and by extension witchcraft, value nature as both a host and a guest in our lifes. Making the most of our resourses is both financially wise and respectful of our believes and values. It is very easy to emast a wide catalogue of stuff in our every day lifes, harvesting what we can to reuse can be a fun way to recycle.

A few examples of using "scraps" for witchcraft:

recycling paper at home, using opened envelopes to write your spells/notes on;

collecting rainwater to use in spells and for watering plants;

using kitchen scraps (like lemon peels, orange peels, used cinnamon sticks) as offerings;

using the coffee zest for fertiliser (do not worry it is around pH7 and it's perfectly safe for plants and/or composting - I have tested it) or lose tea;

using old/damaged chopsticks as a "beginner wand";

the bottles from cooking extracts (vanilla extract, orange extract) or essential oils bottles are PERFECT for storing seeds and for being spell jars (bonus points because they're so small and cute!);

re-melting remaining wax from candles to form new ones;

using old paintbrushes as a "beginner broom" (especially good for a hidden/small-pocket sized altar);

using an old pot as a cauldron, or thrifting one as needed;

using pressed/dried flowers as offerings;

considering a digital book of shadows (Word is excelent for this, combining it with Excel, can be used in browser for free);

using digital libraries for books of study (@coreycore420 mentioned https://z-lib.org and it's a godly recommandation and tool!);

avoiding essential oils;

using dried pine needles as incense sticks (for outdoor use only);

growing a few herbs used in both spells and cooking in tin cans (starters) then thrifted pots is amazing!;

going around your neighborhood, take a look around the dumpsters or glass collectors, people can throw away usable pots, plastic storage boxes, baskets or jars and glass bottles (make sure to properly clean and clense the item);

if avalable - trade and swap local groups on Facebook can help you thrift with ease, especially if you don't have thrift stores where you live;

using old papers/magazines as packaging/wrapping paper (hello holidays).

With all these corner-cutters, you need to be careful to not hoard items. I have made the mistake of holding to items thinking I can find them an use, my rule of thumb is that 1 month is enough to plan a craft/purpose, and 2 months to execute it, ajust the time to your liking, but don't keep it longer than 6 months overall. Also be prudent with what you plan to reuse, as certain ideas can be dangerous (not me looking at my idea to reuse burned out lightbulbs and cutting myself by mistake), so don't force anything.

I want to highlight an important aspect: you doing all these things, bending your way back to have a lesser impact on the environment, is not going to make the big impat you dream of. Take it as "I'm doing my part to respect my host and my believes", or as a challange. Do not sadden youself for your waste, as most of the time it is forced upon you.

Nowadays you can opt out of certain waste (opting for no cutlery if buying takeaway, bringing your own coffee cup/thermos to a coffee shop to avoid the paper cups, bringing your own reusable straws, using trays or silicone ice cubes instead of using the plastic ice-maker packs, etc.). There are little changes you can make, or ask for, in your life in order to minimise your waste, or just to save some money.

Please take care of yourself out there!

[onestopfanficshop]

being in a relationship with carmy: pregnancy edition

warnings/author's note: fem reader, language, one y/n is dropped but i think it's needed (at least i hope) 😟 bitches says they hate pregnancy tropes then go and write stuff like this (it's me i’m bitches)

gif is mine <3

carmy has zero experience with babies. literally NONE. if he's being totally honest with himself, they kind of scare him.

i know a lot of people have super creative pregnancy reveals and stuff, but i honestly feel like this would just be quiet and unplanned tbh. you would be in the bathroom. it's been over half an hour and you've peed on at least 5 of them now. you're looking at the digital display of the fifth test and it reads the exact same as the other four: Pregnant

meanwhile Carmy's in the kitchen and he hasn't even thought to himself where you’ve gone because he's in the zone

you call carmy’s name like three times before he finally hears you, comes over, and you quietly tell him it's unlocked and he come in

he comes in sweaty, hair all messy, towel tucked into the strings of his apron, and he's smiling at you until he sees the look on your face

"you okay, hon?"

you just wordlessly hand him one of the tests and he looks at it

reaction one: *silently stares at the test without blinking for at a good full minute*

reaction two: "how many of these did you take, honey? ...five? shit. okay."

reaction three: him sitting on the edge of the bath tub across from you and just looking at you

"are you okay? does it hurt?"

"not yet," you joke.

"i know it's unexpected, but… i think we're ready. we’re gonna be okay, yeah?"

and he just hugs you and you two stay like that for a while :,)

after your first trimester is over you finally start telling everyone (and i feel like carmy would love those three months of you two just keeping it to yourselves)

he doesn't care about the baby's gender as long as their healthy, but i feel like deep down, in a small crevice of my heart, that carmy is a girl dad

sugar would be the first person you told. she would most definitely cry and you hug you super tight before pulling away and saying "ohmygod! i shouldn't have hugged you that tight! did i hurt the baby??" to which you would laugh and assure her the baby couldn't feel anything. she would be so over the moon excited for you and carmy

michael would be the first person carmy tells. he drove down to his grave, but when he got there, it took him a little while to get out of his car.

"i know i haven't been down to visit you in a while, mike. m'sorry about that, i just... i dunno. the restaurant's keeping me busy, i guess. god, i wish you could've seen the place, mikey. we kept some of your plaques from the old office, put it in the new one. we, uh, we called it "mikey's corner" and... it just helps, y'know? having you be a part of it, a part of the bear. (y/n)'s keeping me pretty busy, too. that's why i came here, to talk to you, because.... she's pregnant. and to be honest with you, mikey? i'm scared. i'm fuckin' terrified, mikey, and i'm not even the one carrying the goddamn baby. i'm scared that i won't be a good dad. i just-- i love her so much, and she deserves that, y'know. she deserves the world. they both do. god, it feels fucking wierd to say that. it feels like now, my heart, it's... it's gonna be split in two different places. does that even make sense? i dunno. but... i know that if you were here, you'd tell me i'd be okay, and that everything's gonna be okay. that i'd be the best dad. and i'd believe you, michael. everything you say has a funny way of comin' true, y'know that? you would've told me i'd be the best dad, and i would've told you that you'd be the best uncle. i mean that. i love you, mikey. i miss you."

everyone at the bear is so excited to see what carmy would be like as a dad, especially tina. she always kisses you on the cheek whenever you walk into the bear and shoos away anyone that comes within a 6 foot radius of you 😭

when you and carmy told richie, he grumbled something about how the kid was gonna be a spoiled brat with unlimited access to free gourmet food??? you assumed that was his way of say congratulations and gave him a big hug anyways

"do you think they'll wanna be a chef like you, bear?" you asked one day.

"oh god. i hope the the fuck not."

sugar constantly dragging you to buy baby clothes! no, seriously. at this point, 80% of the baby clothes you have came from her

"sugar! they're gonna outgrow all of this!"

"who cares!? just make sure you let 'em know their aunt nat bought everything"

carmy secretly hopes the baby looks more like you because he doesn't find himself beautiful or anything (what a silly man 🙄)

he literally would not let you do ANYTHING for yourself 😭 if he sees you lift so much as a finger he freaks out

“carmy, i’m pregnant, not helpless! i promise you i can get myself a glass of water!

“honey, i know you can, i just don’t want you to.”

the delivery would be really hard for him to watch. not because of the blood or anything, but he just hates seeing you in any type of pain or distress

of course when he holds this tiny being that he helped create it's love at first sight

the next one is random but bear with me (pun not intended)

you best BELIEVE carmy is making his baby's food from SCRATCH when it's time to introduce solids. this man would spend hours on his computer after you and the baby were asleep, looking up the best foods to puree for babies and whatnot. he has nothing against pre-made baby food, but this man has two hands, a shit ton of produce, a michaels near by that sells mini mason jars, and a dream

literally just picture this man early in the morning, hair messy, apron on, with a bunch of mini mason jars cradled in his arms, and every vegetable known to man crowding the kitchen island. you're holding the baby on your hip and you're just looking at him like???? even the baby's like 👁👄👁. you just slowly back out of the kitchen and you're like "let's go, sweetheart. daddy's being weird. again."

[neptunes-sol-angel]

As a dedication to internet babies like myself, this is a pick a card about your cyber alter ego. I will channel stuff about your digital footprint and your cyber alter ego, and what you can learn from it.

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Pile One

What is your digital footprint?

I feel like your digital footprint isn't easily traceable. You could be drawn to social networks like MySpace, but heavily into chat rooms or even forums. I'm not really seeing anything that makes me think of this as something that's in your past, I feel that these platforms could be a strong interest in your present, and that you also like to rotate in between sites with a new identity every single time. I do get that catfishing could be a guilty pleasure of yours, or sites where you are able to talk to real people without revealing too much of your identity which could explain why your internet whereabouts are hard to track.

About your cyber alter ego + What can you learn from it?

Your cyber alter ego, could be a hyper  representation of a side of yourself that you don't feel confident enough to show to others, or an embodiment of what you feel you lack im real life. I'm picking up a lot of themes relating to promiscuity. I'm not getting that online dating or commitments online is what you like, it's the thrill of testing your appeal on others and exploring the different ways that you can successfully flirt and draw in a person. Your cyber alter ego could also be ever-changing and flighty, but also vibrant? Popularity could be easy for you to attain on any platform. In person, your persona could be opposite, maybe "Gothic", where you're reserved meaning, not as open with others, or you're not seen around many individuals. Whay you can learn from your cyber alter ego, is that the way that you're able to entice people online isn't pulled out of thin air, the alter ego is derived from yourself, which still essentially means that it's a part of you and is real. It's already within you, you just have to feel comfortable with expressing it face to face. Spend time with yourself by learning how to love the sound of your own voice, by setting up prompts for you to speak into the mirror with, or even try recording yourself, and anything else that involves eye contact with yourself. If you have social anxiety but are in spaces where you still have to communicate with others, just keep it simple when you're speaking and don't feel pressured to elaborate your sentences, and lastly, let time be your secret weapon, don't fall for relying on substances to make yourself more outgoing, just remember that you don't have to be anyone else but yourself at whatever time that you feel comfortable to. Also, don't let discourage yourself from approaching others for a conversation either!

Pile Two

What is your digital footprint?

I'm hearing "skimpy" but "long". Your digital footprint could be coordinated and can easily traced back to when you were a kid. Maybe you guys are hard-core gamers, and loved mmorpg games. There's something that I'm picking up about accounts, maybe you have a long history with x-box, steam, or any other software that offers a variety of different games to play. You could have a username that you use for many different accounts where you're providing other people content, or you're watching another person's content. Games from your childhood could be significant too as well (or maybe there's this game that you've been playing since you were a kid), like IMVU, Meez, OurWorld, Wizard101, Webkinz, Toontowns, etc.

About your cyber alter ego + What can you learn from it?

Your cyber alter ego could be strongly related to your inner child, the embodiment of the freedom that you didn't have so much of (strict parents?) in real life. Being able to talk the way you want as well as about what you want. Being drawn to games with avatars, where you can dress them how you've always wanted to dress yourself. Or even just loving fantasy themed sites because it's another escape from reality. What you can learn from your cyber alter ego, is more about remembering the care free expression with little to no restrictions that you've experienced with being online, in real life. I feel like people in the pile could be consumed by the responsibilities and pressure that comes with being older, and are in need of a break. When you have the time, take a chance to look back at those games that you used to play and see if they're still available. Log-in or create a new account and try to do something different relating to what you couldn't do when you were younger, like for an example, if you were on punishment a lot, or told that your internet usage was time-limited by a parent (or teacher! Because I'm literally thinking about coolmath and those papa pizzeria games), play for as long as you want, if there was a premium feature that you had to pay for, but your parents didn't let you, try buying it yourself just to indulge in the nostalgia and excitement of finally being able to do it, even if it wasn't what you expected it to be. Most importantly, just have fun and see this as a space for yourself that doesn't give you stress.

Pile Three

What is your digital footprint?

Immediately I'm picking up girlsgogames, stardoll, vsco, pinterest, and standom pages. Your digital footprint is very consistent and Venus related. A lot of you could be content creators related to blogging, aesthetic pages, have a platform where you share beauty and self-care tips, or graphic design. I haven't even gotten to your cyber alter ego part yet, but I want to say that you guys are awesome! Please pass me some of your organization skills and your will to loyally stick with your projects. I'm seeing YouTube (vlogging) being a significant part of your digital footprint as well.

About your cyber alter ego + What can you learn from it?

Your cyber alter ego is your safe space. The place where you can have control and order but also peace that you maybe don't get in real life. Your alter ego could also relate to giving others the help that you actually want for yourself. In some way, you heal others by combining words and visuals that promotes motivation, productivity, and enthusiasm. Even if you aren't into spirituality, subliminals or law of attraction or assumption pages, you really do help a lot of people with manifestation and perseverance. What you can learn from your alter ego, is that the the help and love that you give to others, can also be given to you because you deserve it, you know? You're someone worthy to believe in too, and the way that you effectively help the community, regardless if it's on the internet, is proof of that. Don't be hard on yourself but also remember that the life that you want for yourself is obtainable and that things won't always be this rough for you, because life doesn't necessarily "get" better, you do. Take a look at the content that you create and really give yourself a pat on the back at all that you've already accomplished and shared with others whenever you feel down about what hasn't happened yet.

[teecupangel]

Do you know about the game Slime Rancher? It's has a ton of really cute slimes and it's a very chill game. Just imagine if Desmond, being such a badass assassin, wakes up as a pile of cute sentient slime. XD Maybe alongside his ancestors and then Desmond sees Clay, who is the slime rancher, just scooping them all up to put them in a pen to collect and sell their poop. ^^

Well, at least they get fed everyday and don't have to worry about Tar slimes, so this is okay. Altaïr, stop trying to jump out the pen, please. Ezio! Stop hogging all the food! Ratonhnhaké:ton, stop laughing and help me!

I got a Slime Rancher Desmond ask before and I wasn’t that familiar with Slime Rancher before so it was more or less a setup where Desmond is an actual slime that can morph his appearance to his liking and it was set in the Third Crusades so, for this one, we’re going for full on Slime Rancher AU where Clay himself has been transmigrated to…

The last game he played!

Clay had been testing out an incomplete version of Slime Rancher as an alpha tester before he got the mission to infiltrate Abstergo so he didn’t know all of the ‘new’ and improved mechanics from the barebone game he had tested back then.

He does know that to live in this world, he would have to make use of slime poops (that they call plorts apparently).

So Clay sets up a pretty much adequate ranch and even manages to get enough slimes to give him plorts that would cover for his living expenses, the expenses of taking care of the slimes and have enough to save up for stuff he might need or might want.

Along the way, he finds out that there is no way out of this world.

Whether this was meant to be some kind of digital afterlife his digital self had gotten himself into or if this was some sort of strange reward for his ‘contributions’ to the Calculations, Clay has no idea.

He doesn’t mind though.

It was kinda relaxing and his slimes were doing all pretty docile as long as they get fed.

Clay makes sure they get fed and even gave them small houses… mostly because he had been bored.

His slime ranch was also growing and he has enough funds to expand the ranch itself, maybe include a separate enclosure for the next slimes he’d tame or maybe even get a new pond so he can get more puddle slime.

He should probably do something about those four troublemakers though.

Of course it had to be the three slimes named after Seventeen’s ancestors that would cause a bit of mischief in this peaceful ranch.

Altaïr the Quantum Slime was using one of his clones to jump out of the pen again and get to the Phase Lemons that Clay had planted for the damn thing.

Ezio the Crystal Slime was by the edge of the pen as well and Clay was sure that damn slime was going to make a break for Clay’s stash of Odd Onions the moment all hell breaks loose and Altaïr had managed to infiltrate the Phase Lemons.

And surrounding both of them are Connor the Hunter Slime (look, Clay tried but he can’t remember Connor’s real name, alright?) and Desmond the Gold Slime, looking like they were egging Altaïr on or trying to stop him.

Clay was betting on the first.

There was a reason why they were the only Slime of their kind.

Their food were hard to get and they were the troublemakers of the ranch.

But still…

Clay couldn’t hate them.

Why should he?

They were just slimes after all.

Altaïr the Quantum Slime:

Ezio the Crystal Slime:

Ratonhnhaké:ton (called Connor by Clay) the Hunter Slime:

and…

Desmond the Gold Slime:

[idv-news-boi]

-> Questions for OCs that I’ve been brainrotting about-

{written by yours truly, Laurence :)}

Relations/Bonds

What kind of sibling would they be like, even if they canonly have siblings or not?

What kind of friend are they? Is their treatment the same as how they treat to a best friend and a relative? (this is a pretty deep question if you think about the pros and cons of how they are beneath the surface- don’t be scared to be honest.)

Put your OC and their familiar/friend/other person's OC/acquaintance/significant other/enemy and write a dialogue between them to show how they would tend to treat each other.

Describe OC and their family in one meme.

What are the OC's thoughts on (insert other person's name).

Take out a blank doc or canvas digital art, over the asks. Make anons mention an OC and you slowly reveal a net of relations/thought arrows with your OC as the center of the frame.

Anime

If they ever have an anime intro or outro, how would it look like?

What genre would their anime story show? What lesson would they try to teach their audience?

Would they watch animes about isekai stuff?/ih

What kinds of voice lines would they have? What are their signature quotes? Their Motto?roommates?

What kinds of anime tropes do they like? What kinds of tropes do they dislike?

Lore

What happens if your OC never had trauma or encountered a big life changing event in the first place?

Tell me their backstory but it's nutshell edition

Describe the first moment they were created/born.

Have they ever took out their first baby teeth? If so, how was it like? If not, did they ever have to take out one part of themselves to let something new grow back as a part of their growth?

What was the first story, myth, or Fairy tale they were first told about?

Would they have a happy ending, or bad ending once their story is over? Or it will be an ongoing lore over the years?

Item Psychological Test

Give the OC a piece of paper... what is their first thing they would do with it?

Give the OC an empty gift box... what would they do?

Give the OC a shoe... What would they do?

Give the OC a cardboard box... what would they do?

Give the OC a pocket mirror... What would they do?

Give the OC a coat... What would they do?

Give the OC a toy block... What would they do?

Scenario reactions (can be considered as 'What if' type. If muse never experienced that kind of stuff, just imagine if they have ever done it since it shows more about their character)

If they ever encounter their ex, what would they do?

What do they do if they ever encounter an old friend who have ghosted them along?

What would they say to a person's confession if they don't view them in a romantic way?

What would they do if someone tries to hit on them?

What would they react when getting bullied?

What would they react to a joke they dont find as funny?

How would they explain to a kid who asked "what is death"?

What is one thing they want in a society in order for it to meet their needs/interests?

Dress-up

What color do they think they like/best fit on them the most?

How would you rate the OC from 1-10 in terms of being a fashion model material?

What do they prefer mostly in a clothing; color, texture, or size?

(Challenge the OC to wear something that is opposite from what they usually or have ever wore. Like if they are often seen wearing pale colors, challenge them to wear neon/bright colors)

(Suggest the OC to try an outfit you can find on internet or magazine)

Domestic, Sleepover & Roomates AU

Would they be willing to step on a rat or get rid of it for their roomates?

What do they do in a sleepover? Any fun facts?

What type of drunk person are they?

Do they know how to clean a bathroom?

Do they believe it's necessary to put seat belt on before the car moves?

Are they capable to fix broken furniture?

Would they know how to fix a machine, electronic, or a computer in the household?

What rules would they like to set when living with roomates?

Horror Movie AU

If they are into horror movies, what are their favorites?

Would they make analysis and theories after playing a mystery game story? If not, what signs do they show that they actually enjoyed the game?

What kind of character stereotype would they be in a horror movie? (The final girl, the Jack, the entity, the pawn, etc.)

If a Halloween party prompts OCs to dress based on horror movies, what would they dress?

??? (Pins' horror fanatic oc reveal incoming)

School AU

How long can they handle remote learning?

What type of student would they be?

What school club would they like to join?

How would they react when a fight between students happen in front of the school?

What country can you imagine your OC would study abroad at? Or a different fandom world?

What gang would they be in; skip lunch, have school lunch, or bring their own lunch?

How would their desk setup look like? What's inside their school bag?

Dystopia (in honor of my nonfandom world :)) )

Would they survive in a zombie apocalypse? What would they do to do so? What will they bring?

What are their thoughts about the popularity of AIs and robots?

Based on their occupation, will they be able to maintain it in the future and not be replaced by machines? If not, what would they do to keep it alive?

What kind of dystopian story would they be most scared of? Which dystopian trope would fascinate them?

(I was thinking of having peeps put a 🌸 in this blog’s inbox so I can just randomly spill a Dyanthus dystopian story from different sect states, like Euphrasia’s Oxidanopolis)/ih

[shiftythrifting]

Info on starting a store with Fourthwall

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Anyone who is interested in selling their own merch or who already has a store somewhere can skip the waitlist and try it out with our link: link.fourthwall.com/shiftythrifting and I think they'll give you some sample credit to see how you like their print on demand stuff, too.

I can't gush enough about these guys and how much time and work I'm saving having all our store stuff in one place. I'm impressed so far and I hope they keep up the good work.

[zikadraws]

Since I've been back at it lately, I thought I'd present my latest version of Agent 4 ! It's the one that I would consider "closest to canon". Enjoy.

Now time for some extrapolating, buckle up 'cuz it's gonna be long (orange text for more personal headcanons) :

The canon site mentions that 4 was "too busy with [extra]curriculars" to know about the Squid Sisters. So I picked up on that, and now 4 is a squid who picks interests in many things at the same time !

They are sixteen years old when they meet Marie.

They go by they/she and is genderqueer

Technically their 'canon' name (result banners name) is "Surume" which happens to translates to "Shredded dried squid" but we're gonna ignore that they don't really like their name, so they think 4 sounds more rad. Edit : her complete name is Surume Eurasia NITPICK.

They have a very hyperactive brain, fueled by passion and satisfaction of discovery, and they are always looking forward for new stuff. (Canon describe them as "Down for whatever" and pretty much opportunistic and not thinking much about it.) So they have a HUGE knack for science, because they love the "F#€! around and find out" aspect of it.

They are curious about EVERYTHING and once they get interest, they must find out exactly how it functions, in all its details and lore if you will. This curiosity got them in trouble by the past.

Their curriculum (in my head) is bioengineering. They are astonishingly efficient in a lab. Though they are eager the entire time, so really the hardest thing the school had to teach them is how to follow the scientific procedure properly. (Consider all options, make differential schemes, write down everything, etc...) (Marie actually helps them with their studying method sometimes)

Their specialties are :

The topic of "waves", such as soundwaves and brainwaves. They studied the respawn points in excruciating detail on their own, and wrote an essay about squid souls, and how every living thing has its own "DNA Vibe" that can be retraced like a data log if deciphered and even exploitable if translated as a code. That essay was very detailed and got many professors *concerned* that it made sense.

Because of #1, they have a big interest about 'Souls' (which are an acquired Fact™ in this society by at least a century) and how they can be resurrected, identified, interfered with and conserved.

The topic of cell division, DNA, how a primal organism follows a program of growth.

They have artificially conserved fish embryos, and are coming to a point where they can fully develop them in vitro.

They have engineered a device that can scan an object (small to middle size) and represent it in 3D, in its deepest layers. You can put that on a computer or tablet and analyse and deconstruct the layers. They actually patented this one. It isn't new as a concept, but it's a handheld version. Also a device that can pick up brainwaves and translate them as digital writing. Several languages. Main issue here is the headaches and picking it from a distanced target, but they're definitely gonna patent this one too.

They are working on a project that they name "Primal Cell". Basically a cell with no specific purpose at its beginning, that can be "coded" through an interface into developing into a specific organism (one that one has the code and variety pattern for). It's their life project.

They mainly do all that for fun technically, but they want to use that for medical purposes, notably people with chronic illness, very bad mutations or terminal disease. After hearing about the Subway, it adds another possible use to their list. Also great communication innovating leap horizons.

They are big buddies with Sheldon because they both like infodumping and 4 is pretty good at crafting and weapon ideas, and helping him out with testing, and he helps them with material supplying, and once they start talking, it quickly sounds like intense seagull bantering. Both screaming over the other. Hellish.

They are shy and awkward with people at first meet but the second they're comfortable with you, oooh, buddy...

They're roommates with 8, nicknamed "Night" because N+8, on Marie's request. Night learned more with her in a week than she would have in six months of private classes. Night really likes 4. Night feels more at ease with them than with 3. Night stayed with them at Inkopolis during the whole Splatlands thing. I would recommend a check up on Night and 4.

They grew out of the city but close enough by, they were adopted and had two dads. One was a firework maker.

Versatile, wields all weapons pretty decently, also learned to summon them at will as well as her inventory through specific ink bending, which is technically illegal. She may be working on making the inventory able to fit in *bigger* items. Also has a specific interest with ink manipulation.

They're kinda very clueless, yet have an extremely developed sense of intuition.

They have a bad tendency to brush their problems and feelings under the rug, despite being pretty self-aware. They're a walking contradiction lol

They can often be mentally exhausting sadly, including for themselves ; and either brush off feelings or have an overwhelming empathetic reaction. The whole "Get yourself hurt because you think like a flea circus all the time" kind of thing.

🟠 They worked for five years at Grizzco part-time for money, up to Profreshional, but ended up quitting because they were way too curious for their own good and did something they knew would get them fired or worse, so they preferred to quit before anyone could fire them 'cause quitting looks better on the employment papers than being fired. Grizz had seriously his eyes on them by the end of it though. They always asked too many questions. 🟠

They're the embodiment of Chaotic Dumbass who also happens to everyone's surprise to be a Literal Scientific Genius.

Aaand that's about it I think.

So as you can see my version of Agent 4 is still pretty chaotic, true to their team of choice, though they have a lot going on for themselves. They have the potential to become the greatest bioengineering scientist of their time, hopefully for the better.

Though they are sure to face some though moral dilemmas during that process.

I can definitely tell that I'm falling back into my Splatoon phase so expect more intense bs to come, if you have questions or comments about them or related, don't hesitate !

Thank you~✨🙏🎶

[desertfangs]

Here are some fun/fluffy headcanons about Armand and gadgets/technology:

When Armand first bought an electric can opener in the 70s, he spent the rest of the night opening cans. He even sent Daniel to the corner market several times to get more cans of stuff. After the twelfth can, Daniel was over it and tried to explain to Armand that the 400th can would not be any different. And then Armand tried to use it on things that weren’t cans and Daniel questioned his life choices and opened another beer (not with the can opener but Armand wanted to try it and possibly stole one to open with the device). 

Armand bought at least a dozen chop-o-matics and broke the first three when he tried to chop non-food items: credit cards, bottle caps, coins, etc. He also wasted at least one pack of Daniel’s cigarettes by chopping it to bits. At least two of these vintage chop-o-matics are still in some cabinet of an abandoned apartment in the West Village, still unopened in their boxes, or were until they were found by the new residents who moved in.  

Armand bought a Ronco Rhinestone Stud Setter and quickly set to work bedazzling most of Daniel’s clothes. For a good two weeks, Daniel was stuck wearing jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirts, and polo shirts all studded with gems and stones like he’d rolled around in a craft store, including one pair of jeans with little shiny skulls stamped into the back pockets on his ass. Armand also wore a jean jacket he’d bedazzled which, if you looked closely, had some pretty gruesome designs made of rhinestones.

Daniel once bought Armand a pet rock because he thought he’d get a kick out of it. Armand was confused by the concept. “It’s not alive, Daniel.” “Yeah, it’s meant to be funny. A pet you don’t have to feed or worry about.” He set it on a shelf and Daniel pretty much forgot about it, but when they moved to the next few apartments, he noticed the pet rock kept coming with them even though most things did not. 

Armand was a very early adopter of cell phones and had one before almost anyone else. The moment the Blackberry was invented, he bought two (one for a backup). One of the first things he did when Louis moved into Trinity Gate was get him his own cell phone. 

Additionally, Armand was all about digital cameras. He bought several of the first, clunky, low-pixel models and somewhere at Trinity Gate is a box full of SD cards that have photos of every possible angle of Trinity Gate, Central Park, and half of New York City. One year for Christmas, when Daniel was at the tail end of his recovery from his madness, Armand sent him a digital camera, too, and got several emails full of photos of model cities he’d built (and a few of Rio and Marius and Daniel himself.) 

Around 2016 when they were getting popular, Armand bought three air fryers. He kept seeing ads for them and couldn’t resist the siren song of a fun new toy. Once they arrived, he wasn’t sure what to do with it so he tested one on a kitchen sponge and almost caught the house on fire. Daniel suggested they go to the store and Louis suggested he throw the devices away. They ordered a bunch of random food from a grocery delivery service, like big roasts and bricks of cheese and apples and frosted cupcakes and ice cream bars, and ruined the first two air fryers pretty fast. (Benji in particular enjoyed destroying produce and uploaded several “Will It Air Fry?” videos to the internet.) The third one sat unused in its box until one day Daniel was in some nostalgic Remember the 80s shop and found packages of shrinky dink paper, which the air fryer was surprisingly good for. 

[hexfloog]

2021 - 2022 - 2023 - 2024

Can you believe there's barely 10 days left to the year?? Because I can't! Time to lay my feelings bare again!!!

So I definitely slowed down quite a bit compared to 2022, but I still made enough to fill the template and, in spite of everything else, lots of life development things happened these last 365 days that I think makes 2023 one of my best years in recent memory :)

I have less to say about the art this time. The drop in quantity checks out when I stop to reflect on just how much time I spent on each one. I definitely don't have as many sketchy works to show off this time either (probably in no small part due to the fact that I've also slowed down on Detco) - and that's probably owed to having spent most of my art effort this year drawing for other people, be it commissions or fan projects, and I already know that I'm more inclined to take risks when I have just myself to please. It's not a bad thing, that's just how it is.

I suppose my one observation of this year's body of work is that the vast majority of it is quite ambitious. Real pushing-my-comfort-zone stuff, but it's more of a polished brand of risk rather than the kind you get sketching ideas on the spot. Some examples:

February - both a collab and a thing that became a fan cel intended as an autograph piece at a con

April - simultaneously a gift and a very personal piece

June - silly comic (anything humorous is automatically out of my comfort zone)

August - community project + comic page redraw that really tested my ability to find a new style to play with

September - made to become tangible merch (it did)

October - redraw of my very first digital piece

November* - character design from text description only and formal reference sheet commission (my first ever)

December* - digital watercolor + fake children's paperback cover

*active WIP, not yet complete

It's not that much (really, it's average output for me) but I will take my wins where I can get them, especially since this is pretty much the scope of my art projects this year. Didn't really have much time or energy to write, or make more models, or scan more cards, because... ya girl was too busy getting a promotion/raise, moving out, enjoying the best con experience of her life (so far), volunteering, meeting lots of new people, dating again, having general fun, eating good food, trying new things, finishing a monthly art challenge for once, playing creative romhacks, waking up to new career opportunities, etc. etc. etc! It feels like so much happened this year!!

I tend to be harsh on myself and often feel like my life is not going anywhere, but this year really made me feel like I'm finally gaining some momentum again. And like... I don't expect (or want) to live life in the fast lane or anything, but stagnating isn't good, either, and with every passing year I have to ask myself with a little more sincerity what my future looks like.

So all that said, thanks very much for sticking around and suffering me another year <333 Who knows what 2024 will bring!! But for the first time in a while, I think I am looking to it with more than just a resigned "meh" and I hope the same for anyone reading this, too.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Platonic Ben drown x computer ghost (something like that)

Please

Ben Drowned x computer ghost!reader (platonic)

making eclairs for the first time, kind of nervous.. i got an irl who really likes them so im making a test batch to see how it turns out eheheheheh sooooo im banging this out while i wait for them to bake!!

in my silly hc ben is confined to devices most of the time, only rarely being able to manifest within the real world... so if youre in the same boat as him, physical hang outs are going to be a little rare, since you guys are going to need to time it on when you can both handle making the shift from digital to physical + if you guys have different 'time limits' on how long you guys can stay out

you guys both like messing with people, usually sending haunted chain mail to randoms, bonus if you guys are both connected to the internet somehow, you two will sit and think of ideas for ghosts and curses

does it count as haunted if the sender is a ghost?

you both like messing with anyone who happens to get onto whatever devices you guys are inhabiting, be it crashing programs or deleting things, you guys think its funny

imagine you cant hop into the physical world, though... i think ben would still hang around you to keep you company

probably uses that window of time to try to upgrade your computer so its in the best condition; how he gets the parts... well you dont know, hes probably stealing stuff LMAO

you both share music playlists between one another, bonus if you guys have opposite tastes and it leads to you two being introduced to new artists and bands

oooo you guys both play multiplayer/online games together... a lot of the time.. actually thats one of the main things you guys do since its so convenient

ben is a sore loser, though, and he definitely cheats in games when he can

which... probably leads to him getting banned if he gets detected

you guys would bully people on roblox/hj