#this sort of idea borders my other special interest

[generic-sonic-fan]

I’d love to hear your headcannons on what G.U.N. thinks of the sonic cast! Idk what it is exactly but the idea of G.U.N. coming up with a bunch of plans in regards to (mostly) a bunch of teens and kids is intriguing to me

This is such a fun and interesting prompt, thank you so much for sending it! I love worldbuilding in the Sonic universe lol. LONG post below cut

Sonic:

The ultimate worst case scenario.

Much in the same way an ICBM can be anywhere in the world within 30 minutes, Sonic can be anywhere at any time and cause MASSIVE amounts of destruction.

GUN wasn't nearly as worried about Sonic before they tried to frame him in SA2. They thought it'd be easy to pin the blame of Shadow's behaviors on Sonic and then pardon him later.

They were wrong.

Now GUN threat evaluators place Sonic just behind Eggman in world threat level. They struggle to understand what his morals might be and all their attempts to reach out to Sonic and ask him to clarify have been met with a "nah!" from the hedgehog himself.

There's one group in particular within the organization who are extremely paranoid about Sonic to the point of suggesting proactive measures against him.

. . . which everyone else in the organization either laughs at/ignores/prohibits.

There is no set-in-stone contingency for Sonic, as nobody can agree on one, but the plan that has the most consensus is to somehow utilize Team Dark.

Any attempts to discuss this with Team Dark have been turned down. Shadow refuses to speak of it, Rouge laughs it off, and Omega refuses to collaborate because he promised Shadow he wouldn't.

Tails:

Due to Tails' extensive social media presence, GUN feels like they have pretty good tabs on what's going on in Tails' head at any given moment, so they're a lot less paranoid about him.

A very exclusive group of people brainstorm what the contingencies might be on the off chance Tails does present a threat to the world.

(Because even in discussing Tails, they're much more worried about Sonic's reaction to them have contingencies for the fox)

A lot of their contingencies for Tails are the same as those for Eggman. GUN feels pretty prepared for any sort of Tails Overlord scenario, actually.

Minus Sonic, that is.

Current GUN protocol is to treat Tails very very nicely so that Sonic doesn't start getting concerned.

This is why Tails is allowed to be Omega's primary mechanic.

Knuckles:

GUN sent drones directly to Angel Island. Once.

Their old protocol was for him to remain "uncontacted". Yikes.

After Knuckles started getting more involved in struggles against Eggman, GUN started doing more research into him.

Because he mostly stays up on Angel Island and acts as a competent guardian of the Master Emerald, GUN isn't too worried about him? If anything, they're glad that someone with a significant power level is preventing Eggman from stealing the ME.

They've tried to initiate diplomatic contact with him but he's turned them down every time

He knows that GUN monitors the ME from afar- sometimes on clear days he sees a GUN drone floating a few miles off of Angel Island.

It's a bit of an uneasy truce honestly. GUN's biggest concern is that Knuckles could start using the ME for his own purposes, but so far it hasn't looked like that would ever be the case.

As for contingency plans- GUN has asked Rouge if she thinks she'd be able to steal the Master Emerald. (To which she's replied yes, of course.)

The plan is to get the ME off of Angel Island and into a specially designed GUN stronghold in an undisclosed location.

Once the guardian is separated from his emerald, GUN is pretty sure they'll be able to deal with him.

(They are VASTLY underestimating him due to a lack of data)

Amy:

No contingency plans. She's flying under GUN's radar.

They probably should have something in place for her honestly.

See Knuckles' note about vast underestimation due to a lack of data.

Shadow:

The contingency for Shadow is the most detailed contingency file GUN has.

. . . and Shadow himself has helped write some of it.

The file has a long and storied history reaching all the way back 50 years. It's always been something on GUN's mind.

The current contingency is based on the idea that the first thing he'll do once he goes rogue is try to collect the chaos emeralds.

A lot of the plan involves setting a trap with lots and lots of firepower.

There's also an addendum of the plan about utilizing the other members of Team Dark, either to combat against Shadow or as hostages. Shadow is unaware of the latter. In either strategy, Omega is considered vital.

GUN has a lot of scientific data on Shadow's weaknesses to certain kinds/amounts of chaos radiation and all that jazz, so they feel a lot more confident about their ability to bring him down compared to Sonic.

Something about the enemy you know being better than the enemy you don't.

Rouge:

GUN has determined that Rouge is very unlikely to be a world-ending threat.

But a GUN-ending threat? Absolutely.

Rouge going rogue is the worst case scenario for GUN's continued survival as an organization.

They know they can't keep her out of their files or any of their locations. If she wants to sell all of their secrets or steal all of their tech, they know they're very unlikely to stop her.

Current contingencies include using the other members of Team Dark to persuade her against destroying the organization if they're willing to cooperate, or taking them hostage to negotiate if they're not.

They also plan on a public smear campaign against her- basically revealing everything they know about her while she tries to reveal everything about them.

Rouge knows about all of these plans, of course.

There's definitely a tension between her and GUN because of this.

The current plan is to treat her well and convince her to stay on GUN's side at all costs (usually through bribery!)

Omega:

GUN's contingencies for Omega are really, really barebones.

It pretty much just boils down to "destroy him".

They aren't too worried about him, kinda like with Tails. GUN knows how to destroy Badniks. They've been destroying Badniks for lots of years at this point.

If anything, they consider Omega to be the least threatening member of Team Dark and the best lynchpin for if either other member of the team goes rogue.

(It should be noted that they still expect any scenario where Omega goes rogue to have the highest number of immediate civilian casualties.)

See my fic on this

Silver:

HOO BOY, is GUN worried about Silver.

Not because of his powerset- GUN is pretty sure they can just knock him on the head to neutralize him.

(Like Knuckles and Amy, they are vastly underestimating him)

But the time travel shenanigans scare the shit out of them.

GUN is the sort of organization to have protocols in place for working with future or past versions of themselves.

They also fund a shitload of research into detecting changes and potential threats in the timeline.

(They detected the Sonic Generations incident when it happened and it remains one of the most intensely studied events.)

(They've also detected a strange sort of time blip over Soleanna, but every time someone gets interested in studying it, their drive seems to wane until they're no longer concerned about it. Strange. . .)

TL;DR: They treat Silver like a fucking SCP. Current protocol is for all agents to limit contact with him in order to prevent damage to the timeline.

Honestly if GUN wasn't so scared of him, Silver wouldn't exactly be opposed to getting their help managing the timeline shenanigans.

Blaze:

Blaze has not initiated any sort of formal diplomacy with any government or organization in Sonic's dimension.

GUN tracks the unique energy signatures of the Sol Emeralds through their strange link/interaction with the Chaos emeralds.

They haven't quite figured out what's going on.

And frankly, they don't actually know that Blaze is from another dimension.

They see her very rarely. They know that something is strange about her energy readings but just assume that she's one of Sonic's lesser known friends who doesn't get out very often.

Team Chaotix:

I'm grouping them together because GUN doesn't have any contingencies for them. Vector, Espio, and Charmy are all under their radar.

They should be worried about Espio. They're already worried about Rouge's stealth capabilities. I'm pretty sure whoever's managing these contingencies within GUN would have a heart attack upon learning that somebody on this planet figured out how to actually turn invisible.

And that's it!

I'd actually like to end this post with a bit of a weird note- I don't think that GUN would be evil for developing contingencies like this.

I myself work in the field of safety. This field includes things such as occupational safety, and most pertinently for this post, emergency management. I've actually helped write protocols for companies about what workplaces should do in the event of an active shooter or other outside threat such as a natural disaster or a civil conflict.

(If I lived and worked in Sonic's universe, I would most certainly have to write safety protocols about what to do if Eggman attacks, for example!)

It's important to have protocols in place for the worst case scenario, no matter how unlikely or unthinkable that scenario is. And in Sonic's universe, this is especially important! This is a universe where society is regularly attacked by a mustache-twirling, robot-building terrorist! Of course GUN is going to keep tabs on other individuals who could post a similar threat and plan on how to stop them should they ever become a threat to the public.

I'm definitely not excusing GUN for any of the shady things they've done in canon, but it is an interesting point to think about that they're the best equipped to handle any sort of Dark Sonic/Sonic.exe/insert your favorite name for "this character but evil" here/mirror universe scenario.

[bonefall]

For Riverstar’s Heir, do you have any idea where you want to land themeatically? Because from my reading of the possible themeatic directions, with the whole story being about this crisis of politics and succession, it feels like the character who “should” become the next leader of RiverClan narratively should be the Most ruthless/aggressive/willing to resort to dishonorable methods of dealing with rivals (reinforcing RiverClan’s entry into/building up of the early Clans’ emerging systems of battle society)

The alternative “most interesting” option I can imagine would be one that is least likely/least aggressive/some otherwise sort of underdog candidate (maybe not even technically “legal” depending on what qualifications there are for heirship?), but I’m not sure exactly what themes that would play into, other than maybe how the pursuit of power can change someone?

That said, your themeatic instincts are strong enough that I can see you having a strong idea for a “middle-of-the-pack” candidate winning out over the others just as much, so— I am genuinely curious what your thoughts are for where you Want this crisis of succession to end, narratively, even if you don’t have an exact cat picked yet.

Good ask because I'd not been clear about the theme yet, I think. What Riverstar's Heir is trying to get at, at the heart of the issue, is that this is a bloodbath caused by naiive optimism and greed.

The commandments to establish borders and prevent killing are nice, but not enough. You can't just have a society on good will, not when POWER is up for grabs in the scramble. It's about collapse, and how innocent, well-meaning people get caught up in the devastation. Not JUST the troublemakers.

Riverstar was an EXCELLENT king, beloved and wise, but if you don't prepare a proper successor, everything you worked hard to build might crumble to ruin.

Something unique is lost in this shuffle. It's no longer the River Kingdom, and the Wind Coalition also becomes WindClan at this point. For better, and for worse, they both lose a bit of what made them special. Redscar's choice at the end also solidifies the early political power of Clerics, which is eventually broken many generations later with Larkwing's Strike.

So, fragment time,

At LEAST three "heirs" end up getting killed.

So, because these ones are gonna die, I have Three Heir "Slots" that I'm committed to and just need to fill;

The Eldest, Riverstar's oldest living biological child.

The Chosen, Riverstar's adopted heir, a rather meek prince easily pressured into backing off his rightful claim. This one is likely going to be the BB! version of Mossfire.

The Firstblood, directly descended from Riverstar's FIRSTborn child. This one is likely going to be the BB! version of Jumpfoot.

I also have two tentative slots.

The Accomplished... who is a blood relative of Riverstar, but more of a "puppet" for WindCo. Someone they're intentionally propping up hoping for power.

The Diplomat, from WindClan, who is a lot like WindCo's puppet but this one is more subtle about it. Poetic. Happy to purr and remind the world of the wonderful, deep ties that had existed between King Riverstar and Thunderstar.

And, LASTLY, there's The Deputy. The most qualified choice, who served Riverstar, but was no relative.

It feels right that the Deputy is the one who is chosen in the end... hm.

Anyway

After a smaller conflict near the start of the story, either The Eldest or The Firstblood seems to be the favorite to win... but decides to wait for the morning to set out for the Moonstone and take their lives.

In this time period, without selecting a successor, this heir is assassinated.

In fact it might be VERY fun if this heir, being so much like King Riverstar himself, decided to throw a pre-emptive celebration.

Meat! Merriment! MURDER!!!

Having them go out via poison would be a fun way to send a character off.

This is going to be why the "DEPUTY BEFORE MOONHIGH" rule is established, but it's also what kicks off the bloodier parts of the plot.

Thinking about it... a cleric and/or the deputy should probably tell this heir, "Hey, buddy, you should really get going" and they're ignored.

With Eldest Heir gone, the small conflict from earlier becomes an LARGE conflict.

And, like they did back in DOTC, families start to rally together. Especially Eldest's offspring, who think they're just as entitled to the Throne as The Firstblood/Jumpfoot

King Riverstar used to encourage cats to enter the River Kingdom freely. The borders were essentially open, and everyone was allowed in, as long as they were willing to cross the river.

(maybe I'll even have him pull down the tree from Riverstar's Home intentionally, happy to accept other cats into his Kingdom. Then he defends it from Skystar, specifically, but refuses to destroy what he built.)

This had allowed River Kingdom to grow large and powerful, but it also meant everyone in River Kingdom had connections to the other Clans.

Which meant there were cats supporting OTHER bids to the Throne, like the one from WindCo and the one from ThunderClan.

Smelling a way to grab power, Duststar supports his favorite heir, and Whitestar of ThunderClan also begins to stick his nose in.

Each Heir tries to run the River Kingdom, and things start to get hostile. If there's more than just the three heirs, even more of them start to get openly attacked, chased out, killed, until there's only The Chosen and The Firstblood left.

Somewhere around here, River Kingdom is invaded. Probably by the leader of SkyClan at the time, claiming that they don't even NEED an heir to take what these cats clearly don't deserve.

And that's when the internal conflict becomes a FULL-BLOWN WAR between four Clans.

In those days, the camp was at Sunningrocks, right in the middle of the river.

ThunderClan jumps in to help its "Ally" against SkyClan, just like historical precedent, but they have NO IDEA who they're fighting against, because the whole Kingdom is divided. It's not as simple as it was in DOTC anymore.

WindCo came to support its favorite heir, but its cats don't obey Duststar's orders when it comes down to fighting their own friends and family, meaning they're functionally fighting EVERYONE and losing a TON of cats

SkyClan is getting pummeled because EVERY group is pissed at them as well as each other, getting a painful awakening that they are NOT being run by Skystar the War God anymore and they're no longer the biggest, baddest bananas in the bunch

(shadowclan is watching all of this and eating popcorn. moisturized. in their lane. unbothered.)

The climax here, between The Chosen and The Firstblood, is a battle that matches the chapter from COTC. They launch at each other, in a battle to the death.

The first Sunningrocks Battle.

They both wear "crowns" on their head, one custom made for Mossfire's short-furred head, and traditional, braided into Jumpfoot's long, lush fur.

As they claw, bite, and tumble, they plunge into the river.

Fighting and hissing, they try to pull apart to rise up for air-- and can't.

They're STUCK

The crowns became tangled in their skirmish, and neither one can work with the other to bring them both to shore, against the current.

Both heirs, the last with a proper claim to the throne, drown together in the river.

At the end of the bloodbath, the tone is very somber. The rules were meant to prevent The First Battle from ever happening again... but The Second Battle had just taken place.

The body count wasn't AS high as the First Battle, but it was still a bloody loss. Every Clan lost warriors. Even ShadowClan, who hadn't even been IN the conflict, checked its ranks to find that powerful warriors had run off to go fight with their Kin.

Now they could be buried with them, too.

And now, there was no proper heir. If any descendants were still kicking around, they were refusing to take a throne that so many cats had died for. Jumpfoot and Mossfire never emerged from the River, their bodies, and their legendary crowns, were never found.

At first I'd been considering Redscar being swapped to become a RiverClan Cleric, but now I'm thinking it actually makes sense he's still from ShadowClan. ShadowClan was the ONLY neutral group-- it's reasonable for the clans to turn and request their partiality.

So, Redscar peruses the options, having followed the situation from afar.

His choice, in the end, was The Deputy. The most experienced advisor who knew Riverstar, and probably tried to stay at his adopted daughter's side as well. The closest thing they'd had to a leader all along.

(Thought: Maybe this character will be the POV. Make it like a bit of a fake-out title, you THINK Riverstar's heir is Mossfire. But it's actually been this one all along.)

He creates his famous false sign, and from there, the five groups discussed how they could prevent this from ever happening again.

They create the Law of the Deputy, commanding that ALL Clans have a single Deputy who will inherit the Clan after the leader passes away, ending dynasties in WindCo and River Kingdom and centralizing power in the other 3.

With the massive losses that WindCo and River Kingdom experienced, they also restructure, forced to accept a lot of help from ThunderClan and ShadowClan.

The borders began to close up, leading to the sentiment that would lead to Commandment 4, the Law of Loyalty, in just one more generation.

[merakiui]

Wait wait wait! I wanna jump on this apocalypse au train real quick! But envision this…

Whenever a housewarden picks his bride there’s a ceremony that takes place to show the remaining population the person that’s going to be standing by his side. And for this, housewardens from other compounds are invited to come witness the ceremony (or some sort of diplomat comes in the leader’s place) . It's a show of goodwill and comradery between the compounds. To keep up morale and strengthen unity.

And for this special ceremony, it’s between the one and only Malleus Draconia and his pretty bride. And who shows up because of his hatred that borders on obsession for Malleus? Fuckin Rollo.

And he takes a great interest in Malleus’s Bride. She’s innocent looking, quiet and meek. But that’s not what sparks his unhealthy interest, it's the way you stare up at Malleus like he’s your whole world. Full of love and adoration. Pure and utter devotion.

And Rollo can’t fathom the thought that you, the pinnacle of perfection and innocence, could love a monster like Malleus. Surely, it must be the effects of some sinful curse.

And late at night, where all guests are in their rooms sleeping away from the festivities of the wedding, Rollo finds himself roaming the halls. Your sweet smile and perfect body engraved in his memories. How can he sleep when you're plaguing his mind?

That’s when he finds himself following the sounds of your moans echoing down the long hall. Walking deeper into the dwelling of the dragon’s territory. Forgoing any disdain he held for the ruler. Only focusing on the sounds of your pleasured gasps and lewd moans up to the large marble doors that seem to block his view of you.

A voice whispers into his ear to lean in closer and listen. That he’s the only one worthy enough to view. Tempting him so nicely and convincingly, that he’s on his knees peeking through the keyhole to see you sprawled across the large bed. Legs wrapped around Malleus’s waist and hands tugging at his long ebony locks. The force of Malleus’s deep thrust making your back arch.

And Rollo listens to you begging Malleus to go harder, to go faster. And all that strikes a chord with Rollo and he’s tempted to reach his hand down his trousers to beat his throbbing cock to the rhythm of Malleus thrust into your tight cunt. But he holds himself back, forcing himself to focus on the sway of your breast, the shining trail of cum that drips down your thighs and ass, the plumpness of your lips and hazy expression on your face.

It wasn’t until you plead these very words that not only does his restraint snaps but so does the man that was holding you like you were the most precious gem, “Please, give me a baby!”

And the thin string that was preventing him from falling deep into his delusion is cut.

Anyways, this has been on my mind for like the whole day. Um… so do with this as you please. It was mainly supposed to be about the love of my life, Malleus, but quickly turned into a rollo thirst, which is kinda surprising. But! Here it is. Also, I didn't know where to add it, but I like to think that Malleus knew Rollo was watching and knew that he was growing some sort of infatuation for his precious Child of Man and Mal took it personally.

And I just want to say I absolutely love your work. I consume it like my abuelita consumes her telenovelas. Every post is just so juicy and good. Legit, the best blog to ever blog fr. And i want to interact more, so i might be coming back with more ideas lol

-M (not quite sure how anon names work, but I hope this is good :))

AAAAAAAAAAA M ANON, THIS IS SO YUMMY OMG........ Rollo peeking in on you and Malleus when the two of you are trying to conceive a child, not only because of compound tradition but because the two of you genuinely love and care for each other. Oooooo Rollo is in utter disbelief that you could ever willingly love someone like Malleus! Surely you're under some spell. Magic is so filthy and terrible, after all. He wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason you're so affectionate with Malleus (Rollo is very wrong about that and also very delusional).

Omg and Malleus knowing Rollo was spying...... orz he can definitely sense the presence of another, and maybe come the following morning at breakfast Malleus is so attached to you, more possessive than usual because he just knows if he leaves you alone for more than a minute someone (Rollo) may attempt to strike up conversation with you. >_< aaaaaa and Rollo is so strict with himself, trying so hard to deny the fact that he's (lustfully) attracted to you and that he's only watching you from across the banquet hall like this because he's trying to understand what you see in Malleus. That's the only reason! It's definitely not because he keeps thinking about you and your pretty body and your moans and....... T_T he is obsessed and in denial, and Malleus most definitely knows this.

After he's returned to the Noble Bell compound, he (very begrudgingly) writes to Malleus, if only to keep up appearances and be polite, but mainly so, should another event happen, he can secure an invitation and see you again. <3 he frequently writes about you in his diary to sate every filthy desire he has, often tearing the pages out and burning them after he's gotten it out of his system. But some pages he keeps. Like the poems and sonnets dedicated to you.

[mothzarellaman]

The Life Series and Eyes (A Headcanon Rambling)

hello traffiblr! Y'all voted to have me rant about the life series and my personal headcanons regarding eyes, so. Here we go!

Overview

So let me hit you guys with a quick overview.

here's a quick reference. While these all depend on the individual, and the series, I'll explain what each general eye color means.

4+ Lives

People with 4+ lives fall into this category. Their eyes are a dark green, bordering on teal. I think it would be interesting if A. eyes act as a sort of weak gradient in terms of 4-1 lives. So, there's a bit more blue. 2. Personal headcanons regarding speakers, and their colors. 3. A sort of parallel to the Boogey eyes. both are very dark. So its harder to tell if they have 4+ lives somehow, or if they're boogey.

3 Lives

A classic. A nice, simple green. While the exact hue varies depending on the person (because of either violent or peaceful behavior/simply what looks good with them), greens have generally bright green eyes.

2 Lives

Similarly to 3, the exact hue depends on behavior of the individual. Someone who's more violent would be closer to an amber, while peace loving players lean towards more of a yellow-green. The eyes are always clearly yellow, though.

1 Life

While the others would go towards a color dependent on behavior, all bets are called off for reds. The hue is purely aesthetic. It is no longer a clue towards general behavior. There's rarely any allowance for personal preferences in reds. All they can see is violence and conquest.

Boogey

Basically, I reject the idea of boogies having purple eyes or glints for symbolism with watchers. It's far more threatening to me if their normally bright colored eyes are chips of the void. Obviously, characters still have pupils, I just don't include them in my style. I can't decide if Boogies have pure black eyes, or if their eyes are a dried-blood color so dark it only seems reddish in light.

0 Lives / Dead

And finally, we have grey eyes. When it comes to deaths before the final death, the bodies disappear quickly, as soon as the person respawns, I'd wager. But after that final death, their body remains. Their eyes quickly lose all color, and end up as grey. This was chosen just out of design choice, the lifeless look, and also, by incident, Scar's red-life skin. It makes him completely greyscale, so a similar logic applies here.

Character Specific Colors

Here's a quick guide to character specific colors. Again, everyone has a unique one. Do note that most of these are simply what looks good, as I've only had the time to watch Grian's pov, and not anyone elses.

Ik they don't really... look good and may not fit, but hey, I'm here to rant about design ideas, not actual colors lol. And you will not believe how hard it is to make 16 different palletes unique and at least kinda match the character while having the same main 4 colors. I will address Grian, dw. Boogey and dead eyes are the same color, regardless of character.

3rd Life

Alright, so, from the base rules, nothing changes. It uses the same logic mentioned up above. Green, yellow, red, and grey. There's no real special mentions here that are exclusive to 3L.

Last Life

Similarly to 3L, LL lacks any specific changes to eyes. The only addition are the new eye colors for boogey and 4+.

Double Life

Here, characters share eye colors. What do I mean by this? I mean, their signature eye colors are at a gradient with their soulmate's. So, for example, Pearl and Scott's Green eyes are mixed as a gradient with both are on green. This applies for every life, and every soulbond. It gives people slight clues as to who exactly their soulmate is, but its hard to tell. When scar showed up boasting purple eyes, everyone was confused, to say the least lmao.

Limited Life

ok i'm definitely the happiest with this one. The idea is that everyone's eyes are functionally, like a clock. I illustrated it really badly, but the idea is cool ok. The idea is that like, idk, every 1/8 of someone's eye represents an hour. Every hour lost from the 'benchmark' turns to the next color. For example, if someone has 24 hours, their eyes are pure green. If they have, say, 18, they only have 1/4 (2/8) of green left, the rest of their eye being green. If they have only an hour left, they only have an 1/8 of an eye red, the rest being grey. The color of their current life slowly recedes in an almost spiral pattern as time goes on. If someone somehow had 24+ hours, same rule would apply to their 4+ life, so to speak. they'd only have a sliver of the dark green, with most of their eye being their 'normal' green.

Grian

okay, I know for sure people are questioning why Grian's eyes are neon purple. The reason why is on the simpler side. Watcher. He's the only one out of the players to be an actual watcher. Some people (like Pearl and BigB) definitely have some ties to them, but Grian's the only full blown watcher. (Martyn is tied to the listeners, who are green to me, so his colors are greener despite being prone to violence lmao. And Scott is tied more to the Speakers, who are blueish/cyan to me. Pearl, as Scott's soulmate in DL, has that bluish tint to a degree. )

But, you might ask, how do people not notice??? Well, its because of my Grian design.

This is old and it doesn't quite show my idea well, but alas.

I've already made reference images for this and I can't find the motive to draw a Grian headshot lmao. The idea is taking the Watcher's face plate. You know the one. The mask. And taking that, and instead of having the Evo symbol, no, it has, guess what. Grian's weird freaking eyes. Yep. Whether this was his attempt at camouflaging himself among non-watchers, or if it was his basically middle finger towards them, refusing to show obvious alliance with them, idk. All I know is he basically vandalized his Watcher mask. Still, you might say, that doesn't explain why is eye color is purple. Well, if you take away his mask, it's either basically a void with purple eyes inside, or probably some sort of void looking crack through his face, as if it isn't actually flesh. He can choose to have 'normal' eyes, but they always remain that Alexandria's Genesis purple, and it messes with his sight. Basically he sees too much. (I'd elaborate in my Watcher/Listener/Speaker post if people wanted 👀)

[starlupis]

INTRODUCTION POST

Heya! I go by Star(I’m also figuring out a secondary online name because Star is very common I realize :( ) and I use she/her pronouns! This is my only blog and I post pretty much anything on here, but mostly art and alterhuman stuff.

[DIVIDER CREDIT]

(Blog title loosely translates to “May the stars always be in your favor” in Latin. It’s something random I came up with one day and thought it sounded cool)

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✧★ ABOUT ME !!! ★✧

I’ve been doing art for essentially my entire life(no idea when I started digital art, but my guess is around 2018? No idea) and animating since late 2019/early 2020(don’t know the EXACT time)!

Furry 🫵(you can find my fursona here if you’d like to see them!) + wolf/dog kemonomimi

I am type 1 diabetic but heavily doubt I’ll mention it often(excluding during disability pride month probably).

I’m also a malaptive daydreamer and it’s where a lot of my OCs’ lore/backstories originate from lmao

involuntary pet regressor + age regressor but I’m still kinda aware of stuff when regressed? It’s complicated idk

I am an alterhuman/nonhuman. this is the ONLY platform I talk about it on and that’s pretty much the sole reason I don’t link my tumblr anywhere. Bit more on my experiences/-types below if you’re interested!

I am a wolfdog(specifically stray/wild) and dromeosaur(haven’t figured out the specific species. Might be otherfix/otherspin?) therian, cryptidkin(possibly monsterkin), and dragonkith/hearted.

My wolfdog theriotype is sorta complicated?? Some days I feel more stray/wild dog some days I feel more wolf. I also don’t have the high prey drive(or the aggression a lot of the time) associated with wolfdogs. But I DO feel like a wolf and a stray dog and associate myself with being both.

My dromeosaur theriotype I’m not 100% sure on. VERY likely otherspin or otherfix.

My cryptidkin(perhaps monsterkin) kintype is hard to call a kintype because it’s sort of on the physical level? I don’t have a tangible “cryptid” form other than associating it with fog, claws, and glowing eyes(and sometimes back spikes, I don’t know). This and my wolfdog theriotype sorta mesh together sometimes.

I feel very connected to and drawn to dragons and also did when I was younger. I’ve always found myself empathizing with them more even when they’re made to be villains in stories. Might be dragonkin but I’ve never really actually bothered looking into it.

Wolf. Not wolf therian or wolfhearted or anything just wolf. I can’t explain it.

Not really questioning anything but I’ve been getting pretty intense wing phantom shifts for some months now(on back and VERY rarely sides of head) and also thinking “woah that’s literally me” towards border collies. I also HEAVILY associate myself with werewolves and sometimes joke about myself being one but I’ve never really used the werewolfkin label.

punk(working a battle jacket!! will post photos when I’m done if anyone wants to see it)

aroace + agender spec

^I don’t explicitly use xenogenders but dirtgender and werewolfgender really resonate with me!

I do have anxiety(diagnosed) so my apologies if I take a while to respond to something!

Suspected autism and/or ADHD

ALSO EVIL!!!! /j (acting like a fictional villain is a functional coping method I swear)

If anyone’s wondering! My username(I use the same one or some variation of it on nearly every platform) is star(I don’t know quite where this came from but I blame StarClan from Warrior Cats) + wolf in latin(Lupus) but the second U is replaced with an I :D

my interests are paleontology(THIS ONE IS A REALLY BIG INTEREST I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH PALEONTOLOGY SINCE I WAS LITTLE I usually refer to it as my special interest but I’m not quite sure if I can call it that since I’m not diagnosed with autism or ADHD yet. heavy emphasis on dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals but ancient plants n stuff are rlly cool too), marine biology, wolves(another interest I’ve had since I was a little kid :D), Greek mythology, and birds ^^

DNI if Zooph*lia, NSFW/k!nk blog, radqueer, or basic DNI criteria

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#✧star drawz - art/animation/doodles/etc

#✧star makes things™ - cosplay, physical/3D art, that kinda stuff

#✧feral things - alterhuman stuff

#✧the creature speaks (and will not stop send help) - rambling/long text posts

#✧chaos control - I DO plan to post stuff about my webcomic eventually so this would be the tag for that

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some other socials/accounts if anyone wantz them:

Instagram - @/starwolf_art (this is where most of my art is)

YouTube - gonna clean up a bit then relink

DeviantArt - @/StarWol3 (I rarely post there)

Etsy - ConstellationWares (no listings currently but I plan to sell device backgrounds and OC adoptables, and cat masks eventually?)

Ao3 - StarLupis

Artfight - StxrWolf (I revenge every attack !!)

gonna also link my webcomic here when I finally redo the first chapter!

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[historia-vitae-magistras]

when matts goes feral in the woods is that a sort of break from reality type of thing? as in no idea whats going on around him, hallucinating or maybe actually seeing the kind of ghosts/folkloric creatures Arthur would deal with. or is it more like a deliberate need to seclude himself from everyone, but he's still aware of his surroundings?

It is a kind of break from reality! So I based it on the human psychiatric concept of a 'disassociation fugue' which is a kind of mental breakdown where someone disassociates so hard someone slide right out of their own identity and life and into either a confused state or just completely make up another one. As Matt is not entirely human, I adjusted it! So rather than being Matt and Canada in the same meatsack, the cards get reshuffled. He's still in there but he's not entirely in control. Say in normal circumstances the ratio of Matt to Canada or any other person to polity ratio is 80/20, Matt in his feral state is 20% human and 80%... other. He's got his basic survival skills and he'd recognize most of his loved ones, but he's not really recognizing himself until it wears off. He's not hallucinating, he knows his environment if not his exact location, he's still using tools. He's just gone off the rails and his brains not thinking like a person.

My thinking is that... what makes us human is other humans. In so much of folklore there's this repeating theme of the monstrous merely being unrecognized humanity. Transgressions against our fellow man, isolation, apathy are all ways in which humanity is denied. So with Matt, the ferality I wrote is a reflection of isolation, apathy and the resulting drop of the human facade. Love is what makes us human and without it, he loses his mind and ends up in the woods scaring the shit out of the locals and quadrupling cryptid sightings in the area. He's not the only country who does this, he's not special, he's barely scraping into the top ten of lowest population densities. Its an interesting thought experiment into what a mental breakdown looks like in someone who is not entirely human. No man is an island, but countries often are. And even if they aren't, they've got 1 major land border, neighbors who prefer to forget they exist unless its for something incredibly negative so he just sits in his own little bubble with no real reason to complain, a family who would largely prefer never to experience negative emotions and over all not demanding nor commanding attention until he loses his shit and the only cure for the resulting inhumanity is... humanity.

[sillyromance]

hello! Your ask game is wonderfully designed! And I wanted to send one too!

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can’t wait to see what you say!

Hello, dear Rosey! Thank you for your kind words - you are such a wholesome person!!! Stay healthy and happy for eternity!!!

💘 personal meaning:

I suppose, vore means comfort and trust for me. Since my early days I have always seeked for trust with no borders and excuses, especially, because of an unpleasant experience of taking knifes in the back from a person who is my relative and who I can't trust at all anymore... And actually, I have found such closeness with my mom - we are literally best friends, and she accepts my special interests for which I feel genuine gratitude to her. I hope to be able to trust my future partner so much - and that's why usually my preds are men and preys are women. However, there is no sexual context - I have quite complicated attitude to this stuff and for now I consider myself kinda asexual; though, I'm REALLY romantic. Vore is so intimate: to let someone have you whole, to push yourself inside their craving body - and to know they will be kind and thoughtful despite their wild hunger; or on the other hand, to allow someone come inside you and see all your vulnerability, to be able to feel complete at last... I find it fascinating. As for comfort and care, I use vore as a coping mechanism - and it helps me a lot with all the struggles I have in life. Things seem much easier when you imagine yourself being put in a warm, soft stomach; you don't need to control anything, there are only you and your friend. The pred rubs their full belly, it growls at its fullness and churns around you, peaceful sounds and gentle heartbeat lulling you to sleep... The coziest atmosphere ever.

❤️‍🩹 - comfort vore:

As I have said, it's one of the things I adore much. I'm more prey-minded, so why a prefer thinking about being tucked away in someone's stomach rather than devouring someone myself. I don't mind latter, though; helping other people is very important in my opinion. Nevertheless, speaking about personal preferences, I'd say mine are quite usual around the community. The tropes I use depend on the situation and mood, but generally, there is a wholesome pred who licks their prey's tears out, kisses their head and gulps them down very carefully, fondling a volumnous lump on the waist afterwards and recognising as the prey's body relaxes and the touch. Or, if it's the pred who faces difficulties, there is an understanding, compassionate prey who smiles at their big partner and offers themselves as a comfort meal - the favour which is gladly accepted by the pred who eagerly thanks the prey and slurps them up instantly, then curls around their growling middle, feeling full, loved - and supported. These are quite classical tropes, but is there anything better than classics?..

🩷 - safe vore:

It's the trope I expluate more often than any others. The idea of one person lovingly holding their friend/partner inside them, both making each other feel good just makes my heart flutter in excitement! I adore any kind of such vore weather it's particularly occasional or casual, for protection or for fun. Commonly, I think and write about friends or romantic couples in this case, but there can be some kinda twisted scenarios too. For example: the prey is eaten by a pred who is secretly a sweetheart. They thought to digest the little one because of their violent hunger, but after they swallowed the prey down, the pred regrets it and set their victim free, apologizing for their behaviour (it's great if that's how these two will start good relationships of any sort). I find safe vore quite cheering up when it's a bad day and I need something to encourage myself to look at things in a positive way.

[bullet-prooflove]

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What inspires you to finish writing a fanfic, and what makes you quit writing one at any stage in the process?

So with a lot of my work, when I start writing it I don't know where it's going to go so it's a fun journey. This is why I love prompts so much because you never know which way they are going to go.

Often a string of prompts will become a series because my mind gets set on that trajectory. So for example Beau and Ally started off as a prompt from Cold Heart by Elton John ‘I’m not the man they think I am at home.’ It was never meant to turn into this epic series.

The idea was that he comes off as very cold and aloof in work, but he’s a completely different person with his personal life. I had to wonder what would make that switch flip and that’s where the idea of her coming home from a deployment came from.

None of his colleagues would ever imagine Beau Simpson as the kind of man to defile, the office or the uniform, but his wife coming home after six months, it makes him snap. From then on I knew that they had this wonderful, passionate relationship what was always bordering on duty to the job and each other.

What then followed on was ‘Rumours’ because I was like huh well the Top Gun programme was kind of new and she’s been away so maybe they’ve never seen his wife, which led into that idea and then that sudden revelation of Beau picking up on Ally having a secret and I wanted to play that out and it sort of spirals from there.

That is what happens with most of my series, it’s the characters and the little details they give me that drive keep me writing because I want to go on that journey.

The nature of this can also be counter intuitive too because sometimes I don’t know where to go so I get five pieces of work in and I’m like… ok lets take a break from this and work on something else to allow my brain some time to percolate on it.

This happened with Dean Archer’s ‘The Study’ I wrote five pieces into it and was like well, where do we go from here because there were a lot of potential directions. I left it for a few weeks, worked on some other stuff and then came back to it with fresh eyes and knew exactly what I wanted to happen but then it took me in a completely different direction leaving me with a new character to play with in the future: Jack Dayton who I sort of fell in love with because of the way I had written him in Part Seven.

Other reasons I stop can be something as simple as I lose interest in the fandom, or something else captivates me.  I’m a bit of a magpie like that. Sometimes I pick up something new, or return to something old.

I keep everything in a special WIP folder so when I finish something and I’m not sure what to work on, I flick through and go oh ok, that’s taking my fancy, let’s go back to this piece I’ve forgotten about. (This happened with EXJoe Part Five – I had the whole thing rough drafted but it wasn’t working for me, I left it and came back to it a few months later and I knew what had to happen between the two of them, I just couldn’t see it at the time and also I had stopped watching L&O: SVU because I was in a mental health crisis and a show about that stuff at the time was triggering)

So I guess mind set comes into it as well. I’ve put pieces on the back burner because I’ve not been in the right mental space to deal with them at that time. I had to do that with Beau Simpson’s Syria Series at some points because what he was experiencing was so dark, it was becoming a little too much for me. It wasn’t until I was in a better state of mind I could go back to it more objectively and go ok, so this needs to happen, this is where we’re getting him too.

I know this is a lonnnnnng answer, sorry about that!

[julietasgf]

when i read about how despised the plinths are back in district 2, i sit and wonder why the rebels didn't just kill strabo. i'm kinda joking but also not really because what was stopping d2 from just shooting strabo and taking over his factory for the rebellion. i forget if even back in tbosas era, d2 and d1 were more capitol-friendly, but from marcus's attitude, i thought the plinths were despised by everyone back home. but also how did strabo accurately guess that the districts would lose? the rebellion had the upper hand at first, they just made a huge tactical error later on in the war. i also question why the districts didn't just continue starving the capitol, they could've just kept cutting food and supplies off from the capitol and waited them out for years. the scaling of the mountains protecting the capitol doesn't make much sense to me either because didn't the districts have their own hovercrafts or airplanes? they were able to bomb the capitol so why not use those hovercrafts to fly to the capitol and avoid having to scale mountains? or just sit back and starve the capitol until they surrender

anon, you're actually so real for that, because I have so many questions regarding rebel activity in D2 and their mentality regarding the capitol (and about D2 in general, such an interesting place)

one of my theories/hc is that it depended pretty much on the region; D2 is big as hell, if I'm not wrong it's the second largest district in terms of population (the largest is D6, I think? D5 or D6, I don't remember from the top of my head). D2 being so stupidly big, I can see rebels having trouble controlling it on a whole, and I can see some places getting controlled by the capitol forces easily; maybe villages, smaller regions closer to the border. that would make it safe for strabo to sell his guns and have an easier way to communicate with the capitol representatives (plus, another logistic issue: with the biggest urban centers getting controlled by the rebels, as I imagine they would have the most rebel activity, the capitol doesn't have where to buy guns from anymore; strabo being a smaller producer willing to do whatever it takes to have power and money makes sense). so I can see the population from that smaller area hating the plinths, but there's nothing much left to do, specially when for sure tons of people would work in these factories to have a source of income.

another good question, anon!!! and tbh, one I don't have idea 😭 it was a risky move, and one that put the plinths in a hard position in D2. maybe it was a gut feeling. maybe he heard something about D13 not being as loyal as people say, and guessed things wouldn't end well. whatever the reason was, either he was EXTREMELY sure of what he was doing or either he was kind of insane because selling ammunition to the capitol was risking too much (knowing his character, I would say the first one).

I think they decided to not just starve the capitol exactly because it would take too long; they decided to go with the two possibilities, offensive attack and the siege, to make things quicker. maybe out of despair? maybe out of war inexperience? but regardless, it was a choice that proved to not be the best. maybe if they insisted on the siege as the main form of attack, the revolution would've ended succesful. I also always thought about that, and the conclusion that I made was that the capitol made it sort of impossible to actually getting inside the capitol by air, putting shooters at any place that could get used for landing; or the technology of these airplanes was too rudimentary, and they wouldn't be able to carry more than one people; it would be needed too many airplanes to invade the capitol by air, and they couldn't use that many, not when they still had to use them for fights in other places still dominated by the capitol.

(I know I said this before around here, but I need so bad an encyclopedia book about the history of panem, the first rebellion, the districts, it's not a want anymore, it's a need)

[f0xgl0v3]

Camp Jupiter Reimagined

(It took me the uppermost(?) of two days to write this because of school-)

In the last post I was ranting in I mentioned a lot of a project I was doing to Re-Imagine Camp Jupiter (and maybe share my re-imagining of the whole PJO concept and the characters- does that qualify as an AU? Maybe, I don’t know. But I like the world and I like being able to branch off existing concepts and make my own interpretations).

Some set dressing before I get into this; I love Camp Jupiter and the greater PJO franchise and world-building. It’s pretty well-done in my opinion, and it’s how Rome became one of my special interests (or maybe it just added to my greater Greco-Roman world interest and I just really like Rome) *But* how Camp Jupiter and New Rome is done just kind of feels a little underwhelming. It’s super cool and a great concept, and it fits. But I feel like New Rome and Camp Jupiter weren’t really thought out, just kind of happened and then we all just accepted it. Now; I’ll probably update some opinions when I read ToA (I’m currently reading the Iliad, Odyssey, and Aeneid beforehand) but characterization doesn’t feel consistent to what is told before. There are things I don’t see happening; like an example being the legion being shrunk to 5 cohorts (Roman legions had 10). While that is for plot reasons to not make Camp and the Legion huge for reasons. We are told that Romans dislike change to the point they had a *mutiny* over a *name change* for the legion. But I have to hold my disbelief that they would *get rid of 5 cohorts*! So I decided that I would just Re-Imagine Camp Jupiter (and the Campers, and down the line PJO in general). So uh; here is some of the things I’ve defined in my brain for my re-imagination of the Camp/legion,

things, all the things,

I added back the 5 removed cohorts; HOWEVER, what I chose to do that made sense in my brain was make cohorts 6-10, *outposts* or Roman settlements around the Americas. They are mainly used in my mind for scouting, expanding the glory of the New Roman Republic (not a Empire for now, maybe a future fanfic, idk). But they’re there to scout out areas, help transport demigods across borders to the main camp, etc.

Along with that I decided they all had SETTLEMENTS (little tiny towns) that had thematic naming to it (still deciding on that)

Speaking of which; the outposts aren’t really respected; at least not how like the main 5 are respected. Sure they do important things, but no one takes them *as* seriously

They also act as reinforcements (auxiliary troops?) but I’d assume it would go; main 5 cohorts, 5 outposts, and then the veterans. In how they are called upon.

Maybe there is some conflict on the leaders (the Consuls? I think, I’m writing this while still doing research and while everything is still in the primordial soup stage) of the outposts divided on helping Octavian or if he didn’t assume power correctly and therefore wasn’t the leader of the legion.

It adds a sense of more overwhelming dread to facing Camp Jupiter in the big battle (which; I will be kind of mixing up) because in my idea it’s a bigger body of groups. We get a more ominous build-up of slowly watching and having to just hear or see in visions more cohorts (which the outposts are smaller than the main cohorts; I figure that’s also important) slowly congealing together with very shaky loyalty to Octavian. Being slightly disjointed from each other and the main cohorts.

Along with that; if I do like re-imagine HoO (which; would mostly be character work in my opinion, I don’t have *too* many qualms with the plot. I’ll probably say more when I get around to that). But if I do re-imagine and like half edit-half fanfic through the books I would love to include a Camp Jupiter POV in at least from MoA onwards, but that’s random here uhhh cohorts-

I’ve sort-of re-categorized the Cohorts (might also take some inspiration from what we know of the legions that share the same number in personality, if that makes sense?)

But each Cohort gets a sort of more defined personality to each other rather than the sort of muddled greater characterization we have for the groups in canon. (I’ll probably have another post that goes more in-depth on the ‘personalities’ of the cohorts)

Main 5 cohorts

First Cohort; I decided that this was going to be a very selective group in who gets accepted into the Cohort. I decided that along with a minimum of 2 letters of recommendation, legionnaires have to show some outstanding quality to them that the first Cohort wants (this takes from the ‘elite troop’ idea with the first *legion* and I needed a way to differentiate the 1st and 2nd, while this also plays off of all the 1st cohort legionnaires being said they had *something* special about them; Octavian and his talking stuff and prophecy, and Michael Kahale for uh, football and being giant? I’ll workshop it) while this of course means the 1st cohort is on the smaller side; they make up for it in general prowess and ability. On the rarest of rare occasions (like Jason, or maybe even Percy for my re-imagining) the first cohort will try and request recruits to join their legion (there’s probably a technical term, but basically what Dakota did for Percy in SoN; I’ll have to re-read HoO) but this isn’t a very common occurrence.

Second Cohort; I really like my concept of the Second cohort because it just really amuses me- simply put, their the rejects from the first cohort. Snobby kids who had good letters of Recommendation and were looking to ride off the coattails of their relatives. They are the ones with recommendation letters but nothing too crazy and special about them that makes it reasonable for the 1st Cohort to want them.

Third cohort; I decided on a whim that the third cohort would be the kids that are SUPER into the fighting parts of Camp; training? They’re down, the War Games? they want to win, they will win. They aren’t too into the political side of camp, they mostly are there for protecting their home.

Fourth Cohort; the fourth cohort is the one I have been purposely putting off characterizing Specifically because of the Camp Jupiter classified book where the protag is 4th cohort and I want to read that before making my conclusions. But if anyone currently were to ask me, they’re the trouble makers :]

Fifth Cohort; I kept the characterization of the Fifth cohort being the ‘rejects’. The unwanteds, however I decided to include the fifth cohort taking in legionnaires that had to get transferred cohorts. They are the largest cohort and there is a very varying personality to the cohort but the general idea is ‘Everyone doesn’t like us but hey, at least we can hold a sword :]’

Five outpost cohorts

My fan created cohorts based on concepts I discussed earlier on in this post :]

I chose in these to keep them relatively away from any important areas that are in the books (why Cohort six isn’t close to someplace like Quebec, or why the Eight cohort isn’t on an Puerto Rico or an island super close to Puerto Rico)

On that note; let it be known that these Outpost Cohorts also do help find legionnaires (i mention it in some of the descriptions for the cohorts)

These cohorts are much, much more rough around the edges currently because I’m still in the primordial soup and research stage; these are the roughest concepts for these Cohorts. I will first then out more… hopefully.

Cohort Six; the sixth cohort i decided would currently be stationed in Canada (I decided it would be in Canada so I could have a Frank tie-in and because I needed one in the north that wasn’t in Alaska) I also currently have the outpost at Great Bear Lake; close to Port Radium and Cameron Bay; though that might change. While the cohort is there with the Settlement New Britannia (name may be subject to change)

Seventh Cohort; The Seventh Cohort, which is considered the ‘best’ out of the outpost cohorts, located at the Sierra de pénjamo mountains in Mexico; along with the ‘New Hispania’ settlement. They deal with a lot of monster outbreaks along the equator.

Eighth Cohort; located on the Inagua Islands (I chose the larger one with Lake Rosa though might be changed) unlike the Seventh; the Eighth is the outcast of the legion; being the legions big naval force that deal with the islands on the east of South America, settlement possibly called ‘New Hispania Balearica’

Words about the ninth and tenth cohort; I had a sub the day I was working on their notebook pages so I don’t have very set locations for them.

Ninth Cohort; located in, somewhere Brazil. Meant to scout the eastern side of South America not including the islands

Tenth cohort; The tenth cohort is located in somewhere, Argentina. Does what Ninth does but just for the west side of South America

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Aaaaaaah, so sorry for the drop in quality at the last two but I’ve been writing this for like 2-3 days, I’ll write more about (probably Octavian) and my Camp re-imagining

[cthulhubert]

the thing you mention in your tags on this post sounds very interesting if you'd be keen to talk about it!

The tags in question

#weird synchronicity I was just thinking about regularities in the regularities we use to sort our own cognition

I sat on this ask for a bit trying to see if I had anything cogent or at least coherent to say, but couldn't really, so I suppose I'll just dump some of stray bits and pieces I've been fumbling with.

This usage of "regularities" I stole from Andy Clark's Surfing Uncertainty, where he uses it to refer to the most broad, generic possible class of things that happen, that the brain can notice/capture/model/etc. No idea if this is some kind of standard in cognitive philosophy/neuroscience or if it's just something he picked for that book to make sure people didn't confuse it with some more specific ontological category or narrower understanding of some of the things collections of neurons do.

English (and presumably other languages) have a lot of different words for things that we experience ourselves doing internally. We think thoughts and have ideas and remember memories and imagine all kinds of things. We experience events and sometimes we experience ourselves noticing that we're experiencing an event and we remember those events and sometimes we construct as part of that memory experiencing the experience (whether or not we were actively noticing it at the time). We notice stuff, catch on to things. Come to understandings. Are confused. We consider objects and somehow also subjects. We model existence both explicitly and implicitly. Some of the "mental objects" that we use to represent reality internally are representations of first class, physical objects (a specific tree) sometimes the regularities across groups of physical objects (trees in general), sometimes a regularity in how things act (trees growing), etc, but sometimes the objects are strictly internal ones: concepts, memories, recalled sense impressions, associations, emotions.

All these myriad ways of carving up the reality of our experience of experience; what parts overlap and what parts don't even border, leaving a gap in what we can easily refer to? What is a high quality and yet simple model of how we model things?

I spend a lot of time considering the behavior of each of these regularities, trying to figure out where I might even start looking for regularities between them.

Sometimes when I recollect something it has a number of sensory associations that also become salient, and sometimes it doesn't.

Sometimes when I have an idea it seems to come in words, sometimes images, sometimes in some direct thing that feels concrete to me but that I cannot make explicit in the outer world and have to "translate".

Thinking is my special interest so I spend quite a lot of time mentally rotating mental rotation. (Why are abstract concepts are something I can do spatial reasoning to? Is this some kind of conceptual<>spatial synesthesia? Something that everybody does but doesn't talk about the way I do? Something that I've developed a specific capacity to, that anyone could if they found it useful? Is a lot of all human experience of interiority filtered through spatial reasoning, or is that something that varies between individuals?)

I feel like there's a solid chance this is a somewhat hopeless quest without a better understanding of the underlying physical phenomena that would let me better predict what sort of properties would be most useful to categorize my internal experiences, but I can't stop pondering and all my interest in the subject doesn't quite pay out in the will to chew through textbooks like like Cerebral Cortex: Principles of Operation.

My theory of mind (ability to model other minds) is telling me that to someone outside of my brain there's a solid chance this is mostly noise, words strung together to sound evocative but are ultimately vacuous. It all feels meaningful to me, even if some of the specific subjects are opaque, but meaning is just another thing the brain does, and may or may not pay out in something useful.

Thank you for the ask, I hope at least something in this screed sparked something in your own mind.

[bonefall]

So, what are your opinions on Moth Flight? I feel like it's very important that she's got ADHD, and gets very babied by her clan. But when I was reading Moth Flight's vision, she felt kind of underdeveloped and mostly just moving where the plot takes her or where Micah takes her. She loses a lot of what makes her interesting when Micah enters the scene and then she has kittens and she's either all Micah or All Kittens. Also, it feels like her choice as the end has absolutely no basis. I also feel like the development of what we might recognize as medicine cats and Windclan and even the culture of the clans itself was brushed over for border arguments and freaking Clear Sky's nonsense. I know you're changing the ending, but are you changin what Mothflight's Vision focuses on?

I think it's sad that Moth Flight's ADHD is so clung to. I think it's a sign of the piss poor treatment of neurodivergency in canon that the mere idea such an awful character maybe having ADHD is important.

Because that's always the thing that comes up about her. Absentminded traits that were sort-of present at the beginning of Moth Flight's vision, during a time in her life when she was having Slate's kittens foisted on her, and would rather be doing the things that actually interest her

(actual interests such as getting Rocky addicted to catmint)

What DOESN'T come up is how she acts in every other appearance, every other moment of her SE, where her personality isn't 'underdeveloped,' it's vindictive. She's condescending towards Acorn Fur, she's catty towards Slate, and cruel to Leafpool even going so far as to want to send her to CAT HELL for breaking her shitty rule!

Yes, it's annoying that her kits come up so often when she's completely dropped her interest in herbs, or in serious situations where the kittens can wait, but I feel like a lot of people focus on that and look right past her absolutely spiteful behavior towards the idea that Slate can help her back now.

She refuses help for the problem of babysitting her kittens, CONVINCED there's something special about her children, only to then divide them up between the Clans when Acorn Fur mentions the idea of having kids.

Is it coincidence that the father would be Red Claw, the cat Moth Flight blames for Micah's death?

I'd say she's actually quite developed!! She's consistent, in fact! She's horrible! She's spiteful, self-absorbed, and disconnected from reality. I can't stand her. I can't stand anything about her.

Most of all I can't stand how the narrative treats her as correct for these things. All book long she has trouble getting cats to listen to her for things that ACTUALLY MATTER, like collecting herbs and treating patients, only for her big climactic narrative moment to be... the 5-page-long StarClan pileup on poor Acorn Fur, trying to birth the dumbest rule in the entire series, turning the same smug condescension she's dealt with ALL BOOK onto someone who's done nothing wrong.

SO in short! I've gutted her! I've gutted her like a fish! Completely different circumstances for the vow, completely different personality!

I am not sure if ADHD fits into it anymore, or if there would be a point where I'd really be able to display her having it all story long (outside of how all of my rewritten characters end up a bit ADHAutistic because they come out of my ADHAutistic brain) But there will be lots of other characters who have ADHD specifically. I don't skimp on that one.

[parisissue22]

A few Spots Where to Patiently Off in Paris

Paris Issue

One of my favorite joys when I am with Paris is to take more time off, pick up a superb book, and golf hole up some position where I can end up left alone using my old do it yourself. If you feel the same, these are typically three of my own fave spots to undertake just that.

Paris Issue

The Japan House

In America once we think of a societal venue where to invest a couple of hours reading together with sipping on a few hot beverage, the area Starbucks shop pertains mind almost right away. Starbucks is slowly but surely building a beach face in Europe the place Italian coffee characterizes the espresso sector, leaving very little room in your home for the kind of brew Starbucks sells.

Quite simply, Starbucks shops don't abound in Paris. But there are many many other venues of the arrange, and sometimes better ones. The China and taiwan House (La Maison de la Chine) belongs to this last category.

Standing with 76 rue Bonaparte, in the Saint Germain des Pres vicinity, La Maison de la Chine supplies tea lovers a superb haven to tastes various teas and additionally nibble at a several 'macarons' (small cupcakes with a light ointment spread within) and also other pastries. The 'tea house' is available from 3: 00 to 7: 00 pm Monday to help Saturday. Tasting times give you an opportunity to glass on some of the highest quality Chinese teas: Tieguanyin, Longjing, Yinzhen, in addition to Shuixian. The tea leaf is prepared of an ancient tradition by means of special bamboo products, clay teapot along with water pot, some sort of 'cup for smelling' and a 'cup with regard to sipping'.

Should you additionally wish to have lunch truth be told there, their Shanghaï Restaurant opens between 12: 30 and two: 30 pm. Their own courses are a blend between Chinese together with Thai food, along with some interesting tastes. The food doesn't can come cheap (there are generally two options, an individual for EUR22, additional for EUR28) nevertheless quality is superior.

The Luxembourg Backyards

Definitely one of one of the best areas in my teen years. The Luxembourg Gardens are the French version of London's Hyde Park and additionally NYC's Central Woodland. It extends all over a large section of metropolis, spreading over portions of several districts. That French Senate Property was built down one of its aspects.

Monikered 'le Luco' by the youth in the 6th district (a well-to-do crowd having its own social writes and exclusive parties), the Luxembourg Gdns are informally broken down into sections.

Within a of these, children may well ride an old wooden-horse merry-go-round, and snatch metal rings by using short wooden twigs. Further away, usually there are some tennis courts, and then a puppet theater. This vast expanse with land facing that French Senate Dwelling features a water container where youngsters drift model sailboats.

Among the list of quietest spots with the Gardens borders this Rue d'Assas. It can be shaded by aged trees around which often narrow alleys summary. Metal chairs fall into line the alleys, therefore may become hard to find a particular unoccupied during summer time as students adore to hang around and examine in this area. A perfect set for a quiet morning of reading and romantic strolling.

Connect with Louis the thirteenth at Place des Vosges

Ensconced just by four rows involving 17th century mansions, Place des Vosges is probably best known due to the art galleries. Those showcase artworks of a newer breed that the free galleries which line up your famed Rue de Seine, near Saint-Germain-des-Pres.

To me however , Position de Vosges is principally remarkable for its restful, miniature park. Your 39 mansions in the Place shelter the idea from the traffic rumble coming from the Rue St Antoine (Southern side) and the Boulevard Beaumarchais (Eastern side). Such a a rampart as well serves as a wind-cutter during fall in addition to springtime.

Mid-sized shrubs line up the stone border around the symmetrically produced park. At it's center, a tree-circle in which stands some bronze statue associated with Louis the thirteenth who, we discover, died at grow old 33. Around the fundamental circle, my aim for: one of four natural lawns where I often unfold a distribute, lay down, and examine.

During summer, there are actually always a couple of normal and jazz formations playing under the near by arcades. They enjoy at a pretty good stage which gives a nice contact to the local ambience.

Among the restaurants for the Place, I personally enjoy 'Ma Bourgogne' for No . 19. People serve hearty foodstuff for EUR25-35.

Nevertheless that's just a few sites

There is no shortage from quiet spots outcomes kill a couple of flavorful hours in Paris. In fact I'll decide on some more in the forthcoming weeks. When you are within Paris, take some time off of to enjoy the city character differently; don't simply roll with the French hustle-bustle. I'll discover you in a even though with more food meant for thought.

The latest news from Paris and around France.

[roserens2170]

Week 2

This marks week 2 of the Graphic Design class as we are making much steadier progress into the project with an overview of the Adobe InDesign Software we are using.

I have come up with three ideas I am putting into practice for my final idea. Here are the modified sketches from my initial thumbnails.

The first design is supposed to give a layout like a traditional keyboard with the alphabet in its place and the numbers above them and the unlabeled keys being the special keyboard symbols. One concern is about fitting the special symbols on the keyboard space with the letters because if they are placed above the numbers like the sketch depicts, it may not look authentic and if I try to divide them into one box, it might cause a little confusion to the viewer if it doesn't look clear. Though I am looking forward to exploring the idea of putting the extra details of keys that wouldn't have their place taken by photos of resembling subjects.

The second design is supposed to resemble a paintbrush with streaks of paint behind it in a style similar to pointillism or pixel art. I am considering putting borders around the images with color that would further the design to look like a paint brush. Not certain if I want to continue with the sketch's design of different sized borders for the pictures because it may look a little out of sorts, but I am also worried if they are all the same size, it might appear too blocky. I am certainly interested to see if the pictures put in would change that issue, though.

The third design is a little more basic compared to the other two because of its simple shape of a pyramid. The simplicity would make it a bit easier to visually understand with the sequence of letters to numbers to symbols descending from left to right. My only concern with this design is that it may not be creative enough for the equally important criteria of the assignment and myself.

Well, I have quite a few things to consider for these challenges, But I am looking forward to sorting out those concerns during our class workshop, as well as seeing how everyone else is approaching our assignment. Here a few more resemblance photos I plan on using in this project final version.

This snapshot of a truck shows a shape on its back that I believe resembles the number 1.

This tree's branches would be a bit more obscure for its shape, but I was able to spot a shape in the center of the photo where the curved branches cluster, and it seems to resemble an ampersand: &

This tree was a little more straight forward with how it resembles a capital "Y."

I am planning on utilizing all these photos and the many more I have gathered to put this project together to meet the standards of the assignment and still make it something I can look at and say that I made that with pride like I do with anything that requires a large amount of work.

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

The one with the Aunt a prince!luke one shot

+masterlist

His majesty took a seat on the royal table, scoffing at his mother's glare, rolling his eyes at his aunts and finally winking at the brunette maid causing her to almost spill the water jug onto the kings lap. He also had the audacity to act as if everyone around the table wasn't giving him the death glare. "Lucas, you are very late! Is this how you greet your aunts? Hmm" his first aunt's obnoxious voice range through the castle.

"Hello aunt Helen, I must say I'm not even the slightest happy that you're here. So please, do say how much of the gold pennies you've had your eyes on so we can move this along." He said in the most polite voice his mother has ever heard coming out of his mouth. The women's eyes almost popped out of her head as she narrowed her eyes into two slits scanning the room to find her two sisters shocked expression. Her youngest sister who also happens to be the queen of the land seemed to find the plate infront of her rather interesting. The king seemed to have a hard time trying to stop the corners of his lips from twitching upwards. The same maid from before seemed to have a reddened face as she held eye contact with the smirking prince.

Aunt Helen huffed, turning from her seat to the queen. "Dear, how many times have I told you that place near the kingdom border? They teach discipline in the most acceptable way. Surely you can't have a king with respect as him" "Oh yes with me out of the way you can.." "Luke that's enough" his mother told him with a pointed glare. Aunt Helen shuffled comfortably in her seat. Munching on a pea never felt so good. "Now tell us why you're late dear" His other aunt the one who was quiet for all this time spoke up. "I was umm doing some research of sorts. Yes a research on how to get rid of leaches" his majesty stated giving an amused smirk while catching his aunt Helen's response towards his clever answer. Luke = 01 Aunt Helen = 0 "Well now that's out of the way let's eat! Oo what is this?!" The prince exclaimed stuffing a mouth full of the baked good in front of it. "That's um aunt Helen here bought it and it's um.." "Oh let me tell him darling. It's one of the signature dishes from my land Lucas. And guess what's the special ingredient is...Snails!! Yes they are very nutritious" Aunt Helen exclaimed proudly with an evil glint filled in her eyes. "Well that's grea-" The prince stopped mid sentence, the chewing process slowly discreasing as he took in the new information. His face turned a bit of white as he gulped down the bolus. Ooo bad idea. He cringed at the taste, feeling saliva fill up his mouth. Aunt Helen = 01 Luke = 01 Aunt Helen's smirk didn't last long as she was dragged into one of the infamous conversations the three sisters had. The king, who was silent upon all of this chaos looked to the side to see the situation his youngest son had fallen upon. He couldn't help his lips from twitching upwards as he saw how the prince was clutching the edge of the table, knuckles turned white and legs bouncing out of nervousness. "Nope..no" the prince mumbled out quickly stumbling out of the dining hall, crashing into the white porcelain statue of his great great grandfather and nearly breaking the neck in half.

A/N : Hi, thank you sm for reading this!! And I would love some feedback if you guys can, don't be afraid to ask me anything :-)