#they dont.. have it documented anywhere...

[fadedrrainbow]

heres how thats going. arms are placeholders, infact, the entire model is basically a placeholder. this is just a proportion test to make sure the cubes arent outside of rendering bounds

getting the itch to 3d model again. i think im gonna try making a serpent-esque or maybe chinese dragon minecraft model. i wanna try learning how to animate waves

[derogatorydennis]

sorry cant hang out have to explore the deep dark depths of my university's online portal containing documents from 2013 tonight

[stew-chan]

anyways time to get to work on updating my name and gender on my passport just in case the "eradicate transgenderism" party actually wins this thing

[crest-of-gautier]

started playing persona q... i meant for it to be a brief thing to do until i stopped being tired but then i played it for five and a half hours... im having so much fun!!! so look at these "screenshots" (translation: pictures i took with my phone) + some of my thoughts!!

they the fucking aroace flag!! also this opening is stuck in my head its sooo good 😭

no one is surprised but im doing the p3 side… im not sure how much differences there are between the p3 and p4 side but. i'll look that up later and see if p4 side is worth playing (or if i should just watch it) 🤔

i take my naming VERY seriously (this is a joke). since ryoji isnt in this game i named minato after him (i already regret it tbh anytime they refer minat by name i have to live with the consequences of my actions. and i think it'll be worse when souji actually shows up bc its going to be yosuke and yosuke... 💦)

also i need to say that the note taking feature is the fucking funniest thing. i wanted to be like "oh yeah btw theres a shadow here" and like... i did not fucking expect what i wrote to show up in the top right corner and i feel like i have been given too much power.

very fun game so far im really excited to play more :) i'm around halfway through the 2nd floor in you in wonderland!, i think i will play this game in my downtime throughout this month it's soo cute and the map making is scratching a huge itch in my brain tbh :3

[lesbianpegbar]

i love organizing things and making lists eheehee

[adorebelova]

candy

[put me in your mouth baby and eat it 'till your teeth rot]

Oral fixation! Reader x Pent up! Spencer

Warnings: oral (Spencer receiving), bresth play / choking (KINDA???) very badly written

18+ MDNI.

The bullpen was silent. Everyone else having gone home hours ago, even hotch had gone home by now and he basically lived in the federal establishment. So there were two. Spencer was hastily clacking at the keys of his computer, desperate to finish whatever he was doing so he could make his way home faster, and you, your eyes idly scanning the documents before you the end of your pen in-between your plush, velvet lips clearly in no rush to be anywhere.

as the boredom set into Spencer's tired mind he couldn't help but watch the pen lay so perfectly against your pillowy lips, it was something he had noticed about you. You always had comething in your mouth, be it lollipops, pens, lipgloss, the end of your intricately decorated acrylics, and you werent unknown for gum in the field. As much as he hated it, he felt his mind wander many a time about how good he'd be in your mouth, but the thought made him so guilty feeling he never dared to even acknowledge it. hes soon brought out of your spell like trance when your bubblegum lips quirked into a small smile under his gaze.

his cheeks turn a violent pink as he redirects his focus but his mind keeps taking him back to the lid between your teeth and the way you're not so subtly staring right back, and definitely not on his face, something inside him snaps.

he slams the lid down on his laptop so hard it could've gone through the table and makes his way over. You attempt to divert your attention, clearly is vain, before your eyes meet his. his pupils are blown with sheer desire and his mousy brown hair is cascading diwn the side of his face like a perfect frame and the bulge in his slacks is growing ever more prominent and as you look up at him with those big innocent eyes you can't help but tease.

"you alright Spence?" You ask politely, your voice a pitch higher than its usual tone being the only proper indicator of your preplanned submission.

"dont give me that." He says sharply, the indent in his trousers straining so tightly it began to hurt even you.

your eyes dsrt down before meeting back up with his chocolate ones, your tongue darting out to wet your lips before you speak. "Can I help you?"

a low sound rumbles from his chest, stirring up something animalistic in you, beyond just lust. "You can do more than just that" he growls

The pen comes back between your teeth for a second, as if you could possibly be debating the offer at hand. "And what would that be?" You question, playing dumb for a rise in him.

"kneel" he demands. The word goes staight to your core as you get up from the cushioned chair and sink to your knees by his feet and as he pulls his black leather belt off you can hardly contain the anticipation, similar to how his pants can hardly contain his bulging cock. the wait becomes too much and the intoxicating lust takes over your body as you pull away the final layers concealing him from you.

your eyes meet his, a silent begging for permission. "you know what to do baby" his gruff voice says from above you. you hesitate looking at the sheer size and girth of his dick, completely mesmerized as you begin to slowly pump it with your hand, not missing the occasional gasp leaving his lips when your nails brush the side. your eyes are wide and desperate, the wetness beginning to soak through your lacy black underwear.

and finally you comply with his needs, leaning in close, tongue darting out to run along the underside of the head, trying to get a taste of him. you look up at him, eyes fixating on eachother and your mouth opens as she begins to take him into your mouth, but you can only get so much, mouth unable to get down halfway, but you're desperate to get him as far down your throat as possible. you moan softly, the sound vibrating through him. as he looks down at you, looking so desperate and needy he sees you start to bob your head, taking as much as you humanly can.

the sound of his groans make you ache inside, lustful and proud knowing you were the ones extracting them from him, and as his calloused hands tangle themselves in your hair you already know what's coming.

he uses the back of your hair as a handle to push you further down his shaft. You lets out a muffled moan around him the hand in your hair making you even more eager to please. Your cheeks hollow as you suck, tongue swirling around the length, tracing up and down the prominent veins. the unoxygenated tears spring to your eyes as he continues to hold you down but you keep going.

Your body pressed to the ground as you keep him in your mouth. his eyes dart to your face from time to time, wanting to see your expression, wanting to see how turned on you are. Her eyes are dark, pupils completely down with the lack of oxygen and the need for more.

you can feel him getting closer, his breathing growing unsteady and laboured as he let's out an involuntary thrust into your mouth causing you to let out another soft, muffled cry around him, his movements making you even more desperate as your hands come up to the back of his thighs, wanting him impossibly deep, tongue dancing around him, trying to get as much of him as you can.

his breath hitches and his load hits the back of your throat, almost gagging around it you manage to swallow every salty drop and finally he lets you up for air.

"Fuck baby... you did so good" he pants, put of breath still, using the pad of his thumb to wipe the spit from the side of your mouth before helping you up back into your plush office chair and putting himself back into his boxers and pants.

he makes his way over to his desk, taking out an unopened water bottle from his lunch bag, crouching down next to you and opening it, mumbling a quick 'drink' at you as he places tender kisses on the red quickly forming on your knees.

[mailuvsjayke]

Listening and watching the no doubt mv, that hyung line might be into semi public sex LIKE THEY BE UP DOING THE NASTY AT WORK 😭😩

18+ mdni

note: mmm nonnie just think about it!!!!

imagine being hyung line's higher up, often looked with admiration and respect by others in the office because of your position, but what the employees don't know is the fact that each of them like to fuck you real good in your office !!!!!!!

Heeseung is like a partner to you, your right hand man, the person you'd go to when you need to deal with heaps of documents and tasks to at least keep you at bay.

And in return you'd let him fuck your throat real good and make sure his cock memorizes how it feels being wrapped around by your warm cavern, dripping with saliva and drool, somehow finding a way to force your throat deeper down his dick so good you dont even know if it's possible. He'd make sure to fuck it real hard you'd be hoarse during your next group meeting just to poke teases and fun at you afterwards.

Jay, more firm, and definitely sharp, rather wanting to express his appreciation silently through acts of good workmanship, such as bringing you coffee and offering to take over charge for other employees to keep you on your feet during busy weeks.

And in return you'd let him fuck you onto your work table, legs mounted on his shoulders without bothering to put important documents to the side, making sure he'll cum over and over inside you until your belly bulges against your high waisted pencil skirt. Your company had soon complained to you in the future about how much paper has been wasted, probably from you having to secretly reprint several documents due to both of your juices ruining them.

Jake's like a typical golden retriever, open to obeying you, not hesitating to do tasks when told, and his attendance is nearly perfect, as well as helping others around him no matter the status. And he never forgets to greet you or give you a short relay of everything you need to do for the week.

In return you'd let him eat you out, stuffed up in some random room in the building, the more you cum the deeper he burrows his nose into your poor and abused cunt without pause. His whimpers and pants turning you on and sending your already overstimulated cunt a new bolt of pleasure and wetness. Even when you're crying and thrashing against his face, he just won't let up, only looking at you with that grin, only to plunge back in to fuck you with his tongue a little harder. Janitors have been complaining about odd sticky stains around random rooms, though you don't dare address it.

Sunghoon, one of your younger employees, despite not being so engaging and rather silent, he's sharp and gets his work done without struggle, submitting his tasks to you earlier than intended and seeing his gaze linger a little too long on you before he quietly offers to take over other people's unfinished tasks to get closer to you.

In return you'd let him in, letting him fuck your holes for every task he'd finish, making sure to get the chance to cum anywhere in or on you to grab what he can when he knows the others are doing the exact same. He's watched you fucked them, memorizing what pleasures you the most, and whispering how he'd do so much better than them, how you only need him and he could fulfill every part of you. Employees have started to question why tasks are suddenly being dismissed from them, not knowing you secretly allow sunghoon to accomplish them all just to get a chance to fuck you in that lust filled office room of yours.

After giving them back what you owe all the time, coming into work so sore and so open, your mind riddled with thoughts of all four of them, you wonder if they'd be willing to fuck you all at once.

Yet you know how taboo these work dynamics are, are you really willing to put your career on the line for some quick fucks?

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i was just gonna post this by itself until nonnie said this and decided to just answer their ask with the little drabble i made for no doubt

bro jake and heeseung were so insane i literally busted a nut

sorry i went mia for a bit luvs</3

[sporesgalaxy]

hey I updated the Pierre Document. The document with all the information about which version of events I consider canon to Pierre. the Pierre document where i write down random shit all the time. that document.

posting this as im on the verge of passing out so i dont have time ti regret it yayyyyyyy

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Pierra's family are avid travelers, possible for mild-mannered citizens like them due to their home island Old Tool's status as a travel hub and their family history of working in the Marine shipbuilding and sailing industry. Thus, Pierra being taken along on a pleasure cruise with the rest of her family would be an unheard of luxury in most of the world, but it wasn't originally all that big a deal to Pierra.

Things took an unexpected turn after the cruise ship Pierra was on had already crossed the Grand Line (using sea prism stone technology) and entered the East Blue.

Since the East is supposedly the safest of the four blues, the hired Marine guards were lazy in their security measures, drinking and partying to congratulate themselves on crossing the Grand Line without incident.

Therefore the ship's protectors were woefully unprepared when the Buggy Pirates suddenly attacked! The Pirates were on their way to Reverse Mountain, and energized after reuniting with their captain and escaping Marine custody!

The pirate attack happened while Pierra was avoiding her family (and especially her mother) on a quiet part of the ship and quietlt spiralling into despair about how she has no idea what to do with her life. The terrifying pirate attack was almost a welcome distraction.

With no one she knew close at hand to worry about the safety of, Pierra's first instinct was to hide, and she was scared enough to employ the devil fruit powers she swore never to use in order to hide in an impossibly small space! This gambit backfired however, and to Pierra's acute horror, her hiding spot inside a crate of alcohol was taken aboard the Big Top as loot.

Pierra managed to stay hidden as a stowaway on the Bigtop for at least a couple of weeks. Then, the Buggy Pirates met Portugaz D. Ace, who managed to be the first person to notice the giant red centipede sneaking around the ship. Luckily for Pierra (who spur-of-the-moment decided to go by Pierre and "pretend" to be a guy), Ace is nice and believes Pierre when he says that he never meant to cause any trouble. And luckily for the Buggy Pirates, Pierre is down to his very core desperate for approval and has a lot of chitinous helping hands he's delighted to lend as long as you tell him he did a good job.

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Tiny Pierra lets ants crawl all over her. She watches them tear apart a dying grasshopper in the garden, piece by piece.

Pierra looks with wonder in her eyes at a rotting fish covered with maggots. At a dead baby bird that fell from its nest too soon. At a bag full of bloody ducks her father shot.

Pierra gets too upset sometimes, and too frightened frequently.

Pierra hides as often as possible.

When Pierra starts getting big, she wishes she was still small. She used to like squeezing into tight spaces; inside a box, under a small desk, under a bed. She doesn't fit anymore. Sometimes she feels like she's stopped fitting anywhere at all.

Pierra sneaks into other people's rooms when she's alone in the house, just to look around without disturbing anything. Just to hear the silence.

Pierra takes food she is not supposed to eat, just to get away with it. Just to test how far she can go without being noticed. Just to be unnoticed and forgotten on purpose, instead of as a reflex.

When Pierra is 16, she goes to the market with her mother. While her mother speaks to someone, Pierra breaks off a tiny piece of the most interesting fruit at the stand. No one notices her do it this time. Pierra chews and swallows the piece of fruit, and it tastes bad, but Pierra is pleased to have learned what it tastes like without permission.

Later that evening, alone in her room, Pierra thinks she is dreaming, or maybe losing her mind. She wonders half-heartedly if the fruit was poisonous and she is dying-- but she doesn't want to disturb anyone if she's wrong again.

So, she does what she always does when she thinks she is losing her mind: distracts herself and waits for it to pass.

It passes, eventually, but this won't be the last time. She learns that it's not madness, but the curse of a Devil. She learns she can't swim anymore. She prays for forgiveness. She tells nobody.

When Pierra gets too upset and admits it her mother a year later, she is begged never to transform again. To hide it forever, for her own safety. Human traffickers could be anywhere, her mother says, and Devil Fruit users fetch a high price. Pierra promises to keep hiding. Pierra wonders if it will be easier now, having someone who understands.

Pierra's mother goes back to acting like nothing ever happened. It doesn't get much easier.

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"It'll be okay," says Pierra's mother gently, drawing her daughter into her arms. Pierra wraps her arms around her mother as well, because she is supposed to.

"We'll figure this out..." her mother continues, "...we can fix this."

Pierra stares over her mother's shoulder as she feels the last remains of her hope crumble away in silence.

That's it, then. Despite everything, despite so many years of cyclical disappointment and pain... Pierra's mother would not give up on "fixing" her.

She and her mother had been repeating this painful exercise for Pierra's entire life. Over and over, every year, every month, every week, for as long as Pierra could remember.

Pierra is so tired of trying to be fixed. She is tired of trying to be something she isn't. She is tired, so so tired, of letting down people who see something in her.

She had hoped that after such a spectacular failure as this one, her mother might finally give up on fixing her. She had hoped that her mother might start trying to learn how to forgive her, instead.

That hope was gone now.

Now, Pierra can see that her mother will never stop waiting for someone less disappointing to take Pierra's place. Pierra can see that her mother's pity will always be directed at the less disappointing person Pierra is certain she can never be.

Wrapped in her mother's arms, Pierra has never felt more alone.

"We'll figure it out together," her mother adds, squeezing Pierra's shoulders tighter.

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Humans have to be taught everything. We're very good at learning. It's what we evolved to do.

Some animals have to be taught how to do things. How to hunt, where to go.

But many animals exhibit behaviors that are never taught to them.

Humans have a precious few. Holding our breath underwater, hanging on with our arms.

The less social the animal, the less learning it tends to do.

The more its behavior is ruled by instinct.

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Most Observation Haki users learn to tune out the auras of nonaggressive bugs, consciously or unconsciously.

Otherwise, their senses would be overwhelmed by spiritual "noise" from hundreds of tiny auras. The glut of information can make it harder to notice actual threats, and the easiest solution is to ignore typically irrelevant details-- i.e., bugs.

It's something like mentally tuning out the sound of cicadas in a forest when you are listening for a distinctive bird call.

In his centipede form, because of his skittish nature and typical lack of malicious intent paired with centipede instincts from his Zoan abilities, Pierre's aura usually registers as a genuine nonaggressive bug aura. It can therefore go easily overlooked, despite Pierre's large size.

Like if our proverbial birder was listening for bird calls, but Pierre was a bird whose call almost perfectly mimicked a cicada.

It takes a very skilled Observation Haki user and a very sharp mind to take in ALL auras in an area without tuning out small details like harmless bugs. To these sort of people, centipede Pierre can be detected just as well as anything else, and his large size will even cause him to stick out.

In the cicada metaphor, these people are sharp enough to identify any bird calls and count the number of cicadas calling at the same time. And Pierre sounds like a cicada...but not a species of cicada the expert listening recognizes. Thus, Pierre sticks out.

Pierre's attitude can also ruin his bug aura camoflauge. If he is too focused on anything besides his own survival, his aura ceases to be nonthreatening or buglike enough and he will no longer go overlooked.

For bird-Pierre, this would be like accidentally letting out a distinctly bird-ish squawk rather than the mimic-cicada call.

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B: [unlocking a chest] This poster better be the best thing since sliced bread or I am completely SCREW--

[Pierre is revealed to be inside the chest. Buggy gawks at him.]

P: I- I know how this looks!

P: But it's not the same as last time!! I'll leave as soon as I--!

B: [snotty, sobbing, frantically grabbing Pierre's shoulders] NO!!!!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!

P: !!!! [Pierre is wide-eyed and speechless]

B: [stops sobbing] wait a second.

B: [shaking Pierre by his lapels, angry now] Where the HELL have you been, Chucklehead?!!!

P: [being comically shaken around too much to form a response]

B: I haven't seen you since we got arrested on--!!!

B: [stops shaking Pierre, squints at him] .....OHHHHH.

[Pierre has no idea whats going on, is still being grabbed by the lapels]

B: [angry smile] [lets go of P and crosses arms] I see what happened!!!!

B: [vindictive] The government took back your pardon because they abolished Warlords!

B: [pokes Pierre in the chest] So after two years of thinking you're BETTER than me,

[Pierre's eyes widen]

B: You had no choice but to come crawling back!!! [flicks Pierre's nose] GYAHAHAHAA!!!

B: [patting Pierre's head condescendingly] Don't worry Chucklehead, I won't make you grovel. Much. [mean grin]

P: Wait, what?! [earnest] I-I'm not-- I don't think I'm above you, Buggy!! That would be crazy!!

B: [smug aura cracks slightly] Eh?

P: [sheepish] I'm surprised you even remember my name! A famous pirate like you must meet so many amazing people, I didn't think I'd stick out at all...

[Buggy gets smug again, and a bit flustered]

B: Well, heh heh...

B: [remembers he's mad] Then why'd you ditch me?!!

P: I-I didn't ditch you!

B: Like hell!!! All the Buggy Pirates got pardoned when I became a warlord, but YOU never came back!!

P: Because I'm not a Buggy Pirate?! I was a stowaway!

B: [gawks again, like "are you serious??"]

P: ...you...wanted me to come back??

B: [dodging the question] YOU'RE DODGING THE QUESTION!!!

B: What were you even doing for th last two years that was so much better than ME-- MY CREW!!!!!!

[FLASHBACK PANEL: Pierre on the Snail. He is saying "No, Mom-- I-- I DO want to be here. The science is really interesting, I just--"]

P: ...Well, keheh... [drags hands down face] ...Ugh. Trust me, I did NOT wanna be there.

P: So, when the navy caught the Buggy Pirates, they saw my Devil Fruit power.

P: [before Buggy can ask] I know I told you I've had this since I was a kid, but I never used it before I was with you. It was always this big secret.

P: Anyways, I was really afraid that I'd get in trouble for hiding it, so I told them I got the Devil Fruit on your ship and that I was a hostage.

[Buggy squints at Pierre. It's a good thing Buggy likes him and is exactly as cowardly]

P: They believed it, and I was hoping they would just let me go home, but they really wanted my Zoan powers, so I ended up stuck with the Marines...

[FLASHBACK PANEL: Marine representative says "You've got a unique ability, Ms. Pierra. Opportunities like this shouldn't be wasted! Please, consider our offer, at least--" Pierre interrupts: "I'll do it." He looks terrified and miserable as he says it. What's his problem?]

P: And that's where I've been for...two whole years.

[FLASHBACK PANELS: Pierre thinking "I have to get out of here." "I hate this." "I can't do this anymore." Pierre talking on the snail again, "Yeah, I'll look into research positions." "No, I haven't looked yet." "I've been really busy..." "I just haven't gotten around to it." "I still wanna do something different."]

B: Okay. So how the hell did you end up in my closet???

P: Uh.

P: They sent me with the guys who were supposed to arrest you, actually, but I ditched them.

[FLASHBACK PANEL: Pierre is on a Marine ship looking miserable and indecisive. Suddenly it is chopped in half by Crocodile. Pierre survives by hiding in a barrel & manages to paddle ashore.]

B: And you snuck all the way in here? On an island full of bounty hunters??

P: [manic grin] ...I guess!

P: I'm kind of just trying to not die right now!

P: Thanks for not killing me, by the way! Kehaha!

B: Kill you?? Of COUUURSE not, Pierro-chan!!!

B: [claps Pierre on the back] Why would I kill my own PERSONAL bodyguard!!!

P: ........HUH?

[mossadspypigeon]

i just have to post about this again bc i am ROLLING

he fucking he:

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 LMAOOOOOOOOO NOT EVEN A REAL LAWYER

one of my aunts is an italian lawyer (she married my mom’s brother) AND law professor who practiced international law (not human rights law though). albanese needed to have passed the equivalent of the bar in england (i believe the sqe), where she has her masters, in order to practice law or claim to be lawyer ANYWHERE. even if she didnt want to practice law in england, she still needed to pass exams. instead she claims to not have taken any and says she’s a lawyer. not how it works.

at most, you can work on a UN ran tribunal without any bar exams or…otherwise just work for the UN. so essentially, the UN doesnt require actual credentials.

they claim their staff are credited lawyers, have them writing legal documents, and act like they are authorities…when they dont even require credentials.

but then again hamas members are now journalists AND doctors at the same time so lol the un’s support of palestine makes even more sense i guess.

[3liza]

every new medical resident I meet at the teaching clinic where I have my primary care assignment is so stupid it is unbelievable.

today a nice young woman in her 20s asked me if I was "in therapy for my ADHD" (what?) and then asked me to "take a picture" of the next cold sore I got in one of my nostrils. "i don't think I can take a macro photograph inside my own nose" I said. "well it's just that cold sores don't usually form there" okay, that's, first of all, irrelevant to the fact of me not owning an endoscope, and secondly, 100% not true, it is just normal human pathology knowledge that herpesviruses colonize nerves and erupt anywhere there are nerves, preferring but not limited to mucus membranes. you can get herpes sores on your fingers. it's called herpetic whitlow and every family doctor should already be aware it's a basic differential for any kind of paronychia because it's extremely common for people to transmit cold sore virus (hsv1) from their oral mucosa to their fingers, because all of us are constantly stuffing our stupid fingers in our mouths because were stupid and gross, this is just what humans do. so yes it is inside your nose most of the time too, whether you notice or not, which I suspect most people dont because it just feels like an itchy nostril zit or ingrown nose hair unless you are a true connoisseur of constant pointless suffering like myself

I don't understand why I'm called upon to convince actual medical professionals of either documented symptomology that is decades or hundreds of years in the literature, hold their little hands while begging them to look it up themselves (they won't), and then talked to like i am a moron for reading the papers on PubMed i can't fathom why you were allowed to, apparently, skip over entirely. when I say "herpesviruses are known to erupt in mucosa but can colonize any nerve tissue, particularly in immunocompromised individuals, which I apparently am" you should at most just be nodding brusquely because I am telling you something that you already know. this is like saying to you that urinary tract infections can cause cognitive effects in the elderly. it's like simple family doctor, first suspected diagnosis, take two of these and call me in the morning level doctoring. it should have been covered in your undergraduate classes because it is a medical complication of most humans on earth.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

can you write something freaky for Joker perchance... i need him so bad he's so pathetic and sad and i wanna kiss him... uuuuuaaau💔

I dont know what happened but i tried lol

Rated: Mature | Warnings: based on the Morningstar essence, power imbalance, reader is a 'saint' and weepy their 'pet', it kinda soft???

The scarring on his face could be fixed if you got to him sooner, your fingers touch his face with extra care as he is struggling to not tremble. The court jester was quiet the moment he entered your bedchambers, he continues to be quiet as he is kneeling before you. He wears nothing but the collar of ownership, a gift from the new Sun King to you— Morningstar knows you love broken things.

His face without the mask exposes the meek man underneath, thin and pale like a freshly made scroll, his eyes are a pretty dark grey that reminds you of coal.

“You hate us, don't you?” You stand up, stand above him blocking the setting sun behind coming from the stained glass window; you look majestic, as majestic as the day he saw you killing his betters.

You both frighten and mesmerize him, a general and saint.

“No, your worship.” His voice shakes with the lie. His eyes lower with his head but stop when you stop him with your fingers on his chin.

“It is okay to have malice in your heart,” Petting the brushed fluffy monochrome hair, “You only know the pain of your past masters, you are used to their tainted affections.”

“Aren't you no better?” He quickly bows his head to the floor after speaking out of turn, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please mercy, your worship.”

They say the Morningstar found the true saint of the moon, that when he saw your light he knew he was blessed. With silver feathers, with gleaming steel, you stood by him as a saint of the hunter's moon.

The Lunar Goddess’ chosen and her child.

“You speak truthfully,” Kneeling down and helping him stand up, “Do not hold back your feelings from me, dear one. I wish to know your thoughts, share your feelings, and release you from your burdens.” Gentle enough you see a tear fall down his face.

The jester can not help but silently cry as you show your concern for him.

If this is a lie, if this is a show to trick him, do not blame his heart for latching onto you, his new master.

“My apologies for how they dressed you for me. Though the Eclipse King does promise to set things right,” Frowning at the lack of clothes on the jester, “His heart holds sadistic tendencies at the moment.”

The puppy ears, his muzzle, his smalls; he is presented to you as a pet dog to be played with. You guide him to your bed where you use the soft bed sheets to cover him.

“I… Do you not wish for me to warm your bed?” He is at a loss.

“The night is warm enough, dear one. Enjoy my bedchambers as you wish, you are mine so you do as you wish. I need to read over several documents before I rest.” You move to stand but he grabs your hand urgently.

“Do not leave me alone,” Begging, “I am only safe under your presence, your worship.” His head bowed against your hand.

You take a deep breath then let it out, “Alright, I will stay. I suppose those scrolls aren't going anywhere.”

[eviltomatoe]

Yuu brainrot

Since yuu doesn't legally exist in twst how do they even go anywhere without any problems like crossing countries or smth, and what if Crowley never finds them a way home and now their stuck in stuck in twst forever like they have no way of getting any job or anything cus they dont have ANYTHING about them,

also what if yuu gets injured rlly badly and the they have to get to a hospital, and bcs of that they find out yuu is an alien, how is Crowley going to explain that, and what if then the government uses them for science and experiments on them cus their existence is literally proof that there is intellectual life out there no way their just going to let them go and act like everything is ok cus they have a literal alien here, like yuus existences would be so important to the government, and imagine the puplic if they confirm the existence of Alien life out there PLUS THEY HAVE ONE RIGHT THERE TOO??

I think its going to motivate them to explore space even more

Also why doesn't Crowley make a fake birth certificate and other documents for them so they could get a job and be able to go somewhere else without any problems, but also if Crowley does make a fake identity for yuu and later he finds a way for yuu to go home then the someone will get suspicious cus where did that person suddenly go cus no way they just randomly disappeared??

ALSOOOO TECHNICALLY IF SOMEONE MURDERED YUU IT WOULDNT BE ILLEGAL CUS THEY DONT EXIST LEGALLY AND THE LAW DOSNET SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ALIENS RIGHYS N STUFF AND YUU ISNT PROTECTED BY THE LAWWWWWW ALSO IF YUU GOT KIDNAPPED NO ONE WOULD LOOK FOR THEM (maybe their friends) CUS NO ONE KNOWS THEY EXIST LIKE HOW ARE THEY GONNA TRY TO FIND SOMEONE WHO DOSENT EXISTT LIKE IF YUUS FRIENDS REPORTED THEM MISSING WHAT ARE THEY GONNA TELL THEM NO ONE IS GOING TO BELIEVE THEM

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Hello Auburn!! :D

If the prompts thing is still open, I would like to request the third one (Overthinking and overanalyzing every single one of their crushes' actions/words, trying to figure out the intent behind them.) with either Subaru or Professor Nicholas.

Also if it's possible could it be an anxious reader x Nervous/Anxious Character. Maybe even some Hurt/comfort too, if you're comfortable? (I completely understand if you don't/can't write that!)

SUMMARY: nicholas saves you from a tense faculty meeting.

COMMENTS: FIRST FACULTY REQUEST!!!! hmm i took a lot of liberties with his character here since we dont really know much about him ^^

you are SO FINE!!! dont worry about it!!! i love love hurt/comfort and i am constantly nervous i can totally write that LMAO

reader is not mc, they also work at darkwick

There’s an odd tension in the staff meeting when you enter.

Moby is almost cowering in one of the corners, his tentacles flopping anxiously around his head as the Chancellor stares up at him, an impassive look on his face. You rush over to your seat, keeping your eyes averted as you sink down onto the soft cushion.

The ghouls were rough to handle today, from what you’d heard. Professor Dante shoots you a curious look from across the table and you return it with a slight nod.

Sinostra is still on probation. Their youngest ghoul seems to be a very headstrong individual, which you would normally praise if he didn’t put a target on his back by storming into the Chancellor’s office.

As a teacher, it was your job to protect the students.

“Are you doing alright?” Nicholas murmurs, leaning closer to you.

You jump and feel the inevitable warmth crawling up your neck. He looks so nice, smiling at you like that, with his soft warm eyes and fluffy hair.

“Yes!” you squeak, clenching the documents between your fists, “It was just difficult to manage all of the paperwork today...”

“I get you,” he laughs politely, his eyes crinkling in the corners, “Tell me if you need anything, yeah?”

“Yeah!” you yelp.

Your heart is pounding hard in your chest as his eyes dart down to your shaking hands. His smile wilts as he reaches out, scooping one of your hands into his warm one, his palm soft and clean.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly, brow furrowing with concern.

If you said no, would he leave with you? Would he give you all his attention?

Hyde lets out the biggest yawn you swear you’ve ever heard, effectively killing the tension between you and Nicholas. Your expression of admiration sours. Hyde really didn’t have any consideration for manners or the heated conservation happening right next to him.

These faculty meetings were hardly ever productive. It makes you wonder why Dante hasn’t just taken over the Academy’s operations already, but you squash the thought. It’s not that simple.

“If they are unwell, take them to the infirmary,” Dante drawls, tapping his finger on the table, “I doubt we are getting anywhere at this rate.”

“Thank you,” Nicholas almost jumps out of his seat, seemingly eager to take you.

You swallow thickly. No, it couldn’t be. It’s not because of you, he just wants to leave, too. The atmosphere is way too uncomfortable, anyone would want out—

“Shall we?” he offers you his hand.

You freeze.

What. What?

You take it.

Vaguely, you hear Hyde snickering and Dante telling him to shut it, but you’re far too focused on Nicholas and his hand. He intertwines your fingers and you gasp, hiding your face as best as you can behind your papers as he drags you from the room.

“I’m sorry if I handled you too roughly,” Nicholas chuckles sheepishly, “You looked really uncomfortable. Do you feel better now?”

“A lot. Yes. So much better,” you babble, trying not to squirm.

His gaze is so warm and loving when he looks at you. You’ve never seen him look at anyone else like that. Are you just hopeful, or is there actually something there?

“I admit, I also had an ulterior motive,” he rubs the back of his neck, averting his eyes.

“Oh?” you breathe, your heart speeds up in your chest.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to grab a coffee with me sometime,” he laughs, this time far more awkward and shy, “If that would be okay with you.”

“Yes! Yes, I would love that! Thank you!” you blurt, feeling like you could fly as you grip his hand.

Nicholas breathes a huge sigh of relief and places his free hand over his heart, visibly soothed by your enthusiastic response.

“Thank goodness. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no,” he sighs, “Apologized profusely, most likely.”

“As if I could ever,” you murmur, looking off to the side.

You miss the way Nicholas’s shoulder sag, and the way his face blooms with the softest affection for you.

[bucephaly]

wait, can i ask why DNA doesnt matter when it comes to knowing if youre cherokee? doesnt having the dna confirm you having the ancestry? i dont understand why it is different, i would love to understand

So first off, DNA tests are strictly for entertainment. They are not super accurate, they're basically just for the novelty of it. Being able to enroll in a federal tribe is a legal matter, it's a matter of actual citizenship in a sovereign nation. A government entity like a native tribe will not accept a commercial DNA test as legal proof of ancestry.

A DNA test will not tell you you are cherokee. It'll say 'Indigenous Americas- North,' so it doesn't connect you to any tribe in particular. That isn't useful, you can't assume that a trace native result means your cherokee granny story is true. Even if you take a dna test and you have a like 20% native result, you'll still have to do genealogy to find the actual legal records connecting you to a certain tribe.

DNA tests are not accurate. For example, my mom took a 23andme DNA test a few years back and it gave her a 0.1% native trace ancestry result. She will bring it up and say 'oh I'm native!!' when she feels like it'll make her sound cool, but she's also done her genealogy back generations on all lines and there is zero native ancestry there. This happens a lot. Vs me, I took an ancestry.com DNA test [it was a gift, I wouldn't have done one otherwise I don't really care], and it says I am 100% European. Yet, my cherokee ancestry is easily found in my genealogy, and the DNA tests matched me with cousins who descend from the same Cherokee ancestors and who do have a native result. So you can't trust a positive Or negative result. It just isn't useful in this case lol

I will say, they can be useful when it comes to connecting with family as an adoptee or if you don't have contact with that side of your family. My friend has been able to find lots of cousins through their DNA test, which has helped them a lot since they were adopted.

Some tribes, like the EBCI, do use proper paternity DNA tests for enrollment. These are actual legal tests, though, not gimmicky kits.

So basically, even if you do get a native result on a dna test, you'll still need to do genealogy to confirm it, find what tribe, and find how they connect to you. For cherokees, family and kinship is super important, you'll often be asked who your family is, who your ancestors are, etc, it's part of our culture. If you are going to be claiming cherokee ancestry, you're going to be asked who you are. If your response is 'I got a native result on my dna test' you're going to get laughed at. To claim cherokee, you need to know who your family is, how you're connected to the people, that way you can actually find where you fit with the community. I've randomly found a cousin while visiting Cherokee NC, where I was introducing myself with my line and the guy I was talking to was like 'oh I'm a [surname] too!' And we were able to right there figure out exactly where we connected, which of our ancestors were siblings even when they lived in the early 1800s.

The genealogy will allow you to see if you can enroll as a citizen, teach you about your ancestors, help you find cousins, etc. Cherokee genealogy isnt hard, we are very well documented and there are plenty of resources available, like the Cherokee Research and Genealogy Facebook group ive mentioned before. You can point to an indigenous DNA result all you want, but it won't mean anything to us and it won't get you anywhere. Remember, to claim cherokee is to claim to be a part of a living people, and to reconnect is to reconnect to this community. You can't do it alone, and if you don't have the proof that will legitimize yourself to other cherokees, you wont be accepted and no one will help you learn.

Just.. don't waste your money lol. You can confirm or deny cherokee ancestry properly with genealogy easily and cheaply, while DNA tests are expensive and won't actually do much of anything.

[ceasarslegion]

please expand on the celestial seasonings cult owner??

Yippee!!

Okay so,

One of the founders of the tea company that would eventually become Celestial Seasonings was a guy named Mo Siegel. I dont actually know if hes still alive, so I'll be speaking as though he is until I know otherwise. The story of the actual tea company is pretty boring: two guys founded it 50-60 years ago, it became a legitimate competitor to companies like Twinings, it was bought by Celestial Tea Group in the 2000s and incorporated the owner companys name to become Celestial Seasonings, Mo Siegel retired from the business in 2002 on the money he got from selling the company. As far as I know, he also didn't use company funds towards the cult he was in, so even back then it wasn't really a big deal if you bought their tea.

The cult that hes a member of is called Urantism, and hes pretty high up in their ranks just by virtue of having a lot of money and being someone they can prop up as an example of why their belief system leads to success, a la Tom Cruise in the Scientology church. I would be surprised if youve heard of it because theyre fringe in the sense that theyre not very powerful or known of. They have very little cultural influence and at the time of speaking are pretty harmless overall because they arent a doomsday cult or anything and have not been responsible for acting upon their very strange belief system. They are no scientology or prosperity evangelism or jihadism, that's for sure.

That doesnt mean their beliefs arent strange or incapable of becoming violent or influential under different circumstances, however.

The main tenets of Urantism are based in Christian biblical ideas of creation and they believe in the trinity, albeit under different names. There are a number of offshoots to the Bible though, namely in that they refer to Earth as Urantia and believe that the universe is actually an interconnected series of multiverses, with every galaxy actually being another universe. They call the milky way Nebadon and believe it to be a separate universe.

They also have a the same jesus story as other Christian sects do. So crucifixion, resurrection, son of God, etc. Where they differ is that their holy book documents in detail what they believe to be Jesus's childhood and teenage years as well.

Their idea of God is also very uh. Interesting. They see God as more of a museum curator than the shepherd-type figure other Christian sects ascribe to, which every universe being a different "exhibit" that God is supposedly pruning and cleaning until he finds the perfect universe to model. This is where the eugenics come in: Urantians do believe in evolution. Kind of. They believe in like, actual scientific evolution, but they go off the rails with why they believe humans became the dominant species on the planet. Essentially they believe that humans broke off into 7 different "breeds," so to speak, each with skin colours matching the colours of the rainbow. Every colour had a different skillset and abilities that others didn't, and they believe these proto-humans had a social caste hierarchy based on these colours, with the purple people being at the bottom because they were strong enough to uh, do slave labour, but didn't have any brains. Over the millennia, these colours eventually cross-bred, washed out, and became the different races and skin tones we have today. They believe that white people are the most "pure" evolution of human beings who cross-bred with "lesser" colours the least, and that uh. Uh. The darker your skin is, the more closely related to the purple people your evolutionary line is.

Yeah its. Weird.

Anyway, that's the basic gist of the cult that the guy who founded Celestial Seasonings is a member of. I am still trying to find their holy book because I want to read it so bad but because I am obviously not a member of Urantia I dont seem to have access to it anywhere.

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ShortBox Comics Member Interview: Val Wise

Throughout the month of October, the Cartoonist Cooperative will be sharing interviews with members of the Co-op who have a new comic available at the ShortBox Comics Fair 2024! 

NOTE: The Cartoonist Cooperative is not affiliated, associated, authorized, endorsed by, or in any way formally connected with ShortBox.  

Today’s spotlight is Val Wise and their new comic for ShortBox, In Fair Verona.

We’d love it if you could introduce yourself and tell us about your background in comics.

Val Wise: I’m Val, I graduated from SCAD in 2018. I’ve illustrated a couple of YA graphic novels, and in the past few years I’ve started to become more confident with my own writing. This is my third year participating in the ShortBox Comics Fair.

Tell us more about your new comic?

VW: Here’s the blurb: Two girls enter the service of the Princess of All Blood. One is there to be loved, the other tormented, but strange circumstances have blurred the lines between the two.

In Fair Verona started with a script I wrote in August of 2023, but decided it might be too much to pitch anywhere. I came back to it a couple of months later and decided the fair would probably be the best place for it.

I didn’t have much intentional thought about themes or anything else while I was writing it, but I realized later on that it kind of perfectly encapsulates my struggles communicating with other people. But that’s all I’ll say there, lol.

Tell us about your creative process; how did you develop this comic and what are the steps you took to bring it to the final stage?

VW: The idea of wanting to do a possession story came first. I wanted to make a story about an “ugly” girl who possesses a “pretty” girl and then makes sure they can never switch back. But when I actually sat down to write it out, that idea very quickly changed.

After that, this comic appeared in my brain more fully formed than…anything I’ve ever made. I’ve never written anything that progressed so naturally with so few changes needed from my outline to the final product. A finger has curled on the monkey’s paw, because nothing I’ve tried to write since has come so easily!

Does a sense of audience, even if it’s just an audience of one, enter into your creative process? If yes, how so?

VW: I don’t really think about the audience while I’m writing. But, every step after, I think about it a lot! I have to spend so much time with all of the wild choices I made so quickly in a word document!

I get so in my head about my own decisions, and I have to force myself to not get bogged down in the worst ways my ideas can be interpreted. So, I do try my best not to think about the audience very much, though I do appreciate that people are often more generous than I give them credit for.

Read the rest of the interview HERE! And dont forget to check out the Shortbox Comics Fair to support these lovely creators!!