#trans. from a cycle to the moon

[stormyjisung]

I mean I'm happy for India's historical landing, but ig it's time to chill?

The first image, if I remember correctly is Dr. APJ Abdul kalam, [the iron man of India, one of the most integral members of modern day ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization), the former president of india, and a man of many more achievements.] ensembling a rocket by transferring its parts on a cycle.

A CYCLE.

because they didn't have enough money to transfer the parts on vehicle.

And the second picture is chandryaan 3, which landed on the south pole of the moon yesterday (23rd August 18:02 IST) with a budget of 615 cr (lower than the budget of Hollywood movies!). The south pole of the moon is hidden and in darkness covering all the craters which make it difficult for any space craft to land.

Our scientists took the "frugal indian" stereotypes and made history with it.

So no, no Desi will chill. Time and again our shit has been stolen ruthlessly from us, our scientists have been discredited and humiliated again and again,

so don't tell me what to do, or to chill.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Werewolf's Pet Cat

Trans Male Yandere Werewolf x Trans Male Cat-hybrid Reader (CW: Noncon, mild scent kink, knotting, inhuman genitals, heat cycles, rut, werewolf yandere, reader being chased, trans male reader and yandere, yandere has transitioned via magic, general yandere behavior.) Word Count 2.1k (This is a commission for @trocha1c. I hope you guys enjoy it. Also this is not an omegaverse fic, there is knotting because the yandere is a werewolf and there is a heat cycle for the reader because they are part feline, sense of smell is mentioned because of their animal abilities, but there are no alphas or omegas in this universe.)

There were many servants in any castle, even in a smaller one like the one that you worked in still contained a sizable workforce. The dusting alone was an atrocious task. You would know, you were one of those numerous servants. Though you were the only one who was a cat-man.

Your tasks were largely various cleaning oriented jobs including dusting, sweeping, laundry, and occasionally bringing food from the kitchen to Lord Dran when he decided to have his meals outside of the kitchen.

That’s the task you enjoyed the most, it meant you got to be in his presence. He always smelled so nice. So… masculine. Even with your sensitive feline nose you couldn’t quite place what it was.

You had worked for him for about a year and you had been almost supernaturally attracted to him since the first time you met him. Of course… despite being a somewhat uncommon cat man you were still very much a commoner. And he was a lord.

You could never hope to be anything to him.

This wasn’t an incorrect line of thinking. Lord Dran was very much attracted to you as well. He could tell you were a kindred soul. He also possessed superior senses and he knew that even though you were a boy you had a pussy between your legs, and he could smell its arousal whenever you stayed in the room with him for any extended length of time.

He was once like you, a man with those parts, until he had paid a lot of money for a mage to conduct a complex ritual to give him the body he had always wanted. The fact that you were both trans made him want you much more. You’d understand him more than others.

But despite his deep seated longing for you he would have to be satisfied with stolen glances, your scent, and impure thoughts he harbored towards you, for he couldn’t ever deign to be with a commoner.

He had to use his position as a lord to solidify a political alliance for his family and strengthen the family position.

You were completely oblivious to his long stares and extra kindness towards you. In the end it didn’t matter though. They couldn’t amount to anything.

But the royal family, or at least his branch of it had a terrible secret. They were no longer human. They were all werewolves. Once a month during the full moon Lord Dran retreated to a fortified private room and grew into a large ravenous beast. One from nightmares, with a hunger for fresh game and with an instinctual need to find a mate to stuff its big knot into.

You didn’t have something so dramatic to struggle with, you only had a monthly heat cycle. They weren’t really all that bad, you just became significantly more horny, more sensitive to the scents of others, and a bit feverish. Nothing you couldn’t handle.

But it just so happened that your heat cycle coincided with the full moon.

One night, a full moon no less, you had been working late in the great hall cleaning up after earlier festivities. When you finished you headed for the servant’s quarters but for some reason you had made a wrong turn. And you were much closer to the room that no one ever went into. The one that always remained locked.

When you realized where you were you started to turn back but something alluring with a hint of danger hit your heat-enhanced nose and you were compelled to follow.

You got closer and closer to the door. What was that amazing smell? It was so strong now… and starting to cause you to make a wet spot from the arousal it was generating in you.

Suddenly you heard a muffled scream of pain through the thick door. You ran over to it and found that it was locked from the outside and through the glass panel you saw Lord Dran naked on the ground writhing in pain.

You immediately unlocked the heavy metal door and made your way inside, running to him with utmost concern.

“What’s wrong my lor-”

“Y-you… don’t.. under… stand… g-get ouuOOWWWLLLLL”

His last word turned into a pained howl as his body shook. His bones and muscles rearranged themselves before your very eyes as thick fur covered his body.

The seemingly human Lord Dran was a werewolf! A cursed Beast!

To say you were terrified was a gross understatement. Your heart was beating so fast that it hurt. Quickly, you turned to flee the room so you could lock the monster in behind you. But the speed of the werewolf was far superior to your own. He grabbed your leg, long claws raking against your supple skin, causing you to flop down on your belly.

It was at that exact moment that a shocked guard rounded the corner and saw the scene, you crying on your stomach, being pulled closer by his transformed Lord.

He had been given the duty to protect the door from anyone who may get too close, but he had left his post for a few minutes to take a leak.

And now this had happened.

You looked up at him standing in the doorway and screamed for his help, but when he got over the fear that paralyzed him he stammered out a quick apology and slammed the door before sliding the heavy lock in place, quite literally sealing your fate. He just couldn’t risk Lord Dran being released to save but one lowly servant.

The guard was sure you were going to perish in a horrifying display of blood and gore. YOU were sure you were going to perish in a horrifying display of blood and gore.

But a violent blow never came. Instead the beast flipped you over on your back and sniffed curiously at your crotch, nuzzling his nose into it. You desperately kicked away his face, but his angry growl was enough to make you stop.

The werewolf had determined that you were his mate, and while you didn’t know it yet he would never harm his partner. But… he also wouldn’t be denied his right to stuff them with his knot.

With extreme care not to harm your fragile skin, he carefully used his razor sharp claws to remove your clothing from your quivering form. You didn’t immediately understand exactly what his intentions with you were but it became clear what he wanted when he loomed over you and saw his large red cock erect and swinging beneath him. He pinned you down easily.

You shuddered as his cold nose nuzzled into your sensitive neck, taking in your sweet scent.

As his dick got closer to your entrance you renewed your struggle, forgetting the strength of the creature that was holding you down and the perceived danger he represented.

“No! No please! I-i don-”

This time he didn’t respond with a growl, instead opting to lick your neck to try and calm you down. He wasn’t going to hurt his little mate~ He just wanted to fuck you and take care of that heat cycle he could smell so clearly. He was helping you!

Encouraged by the whimpers his tongue on your neck brought out of you he started biting. Not hard enough to break skin, but they would still leave lovely little claiming marks.

The combination of stimulation from the bites, your heat, and his scent finally caused you to spread your legs for him, you barely registered what you were allowing as his cock plunged into your drooling pussy with an audible squelching noise.

With your tight wet warmth enveloping him his knot began swelling inside of you, making your toes curl and twitch as it kissed the walls of your cunt with every powerful thrust of your Lord.

Some part of your brain was still telling you to scream for help and cry and try to struggle, but it felt so nice to finally have a heat taken care of.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, grinding your pussy into his dick, as he continued biting you wherever he could leave a nice claiming mark.

The two of you went at it nearly all night, bringing one another to orgasm many times over.

At some point, very late into the night, you passed out from exhaustion with the lycanthrope holding you close, nutting in you a couple more times before finally falling asleep himself. With his knot still tying the two of you together as he caressed you.

When Lord Dran woke up he was his normal human self, holding you in his arms.

He freaked out about the situation, but as soon as the guard informed him what had happened and he had a moment to reflect he knew what he had to do.

Regardless of your social status he would have to keep you very close at all times to ensure that you never speak of his “condition” to a single soul.

When you finally woke up you were confused and sore, covered in bite marks and a few scratches. When the memory of what had transpired last night finally rushed back to you, terror gripped your heart once more.

Lord Dran was a werewolf, and he had scratched you! Would you become a cursed beast yourself?

“Oh you’re awake! We have a lot to discuss…”

The first thing he explained, as if he could read your thoughts, was that lycanthropy passed via bloodlines and complex curses. Nothing physical.

That was a relief.

The next thing he explained was that he could never let you leave his side now. You’d have to marry him and there was simply no other solution. He could not risk his secret getting out. Even if the chance of someone believing you was small.

“I am so sorry this happened to you.”

Though to be honest he was quite happy. The his to any social status was worth it to have a mate that he can be with with no danger when his time of the month came around. He was sure he would have slaughtered anyone else, but you were so special. With you there he could focus on fucking instead of violent urges, it was more than he could ever have hoped for.

Just a day ago if you had been told you would soon be in a relationship with Lord Dran you would have been elated, but now you were just terrified. You didn’t want to marry a werewolf. You had sympathy for his situation, but this is not the kind of thing you thought that you could deal with.

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ONE MONTH LATER.

It had been days since you had managed to escape the castle. With your keen animal-like senses you managed to be able to hunt and forage enough with yourself to get by. Plus you had managed to keep a bit of gold with you, just in case.

You wanted to make it to the next kingdom, but the way was long and the woods were dense. You probably had another week of travel before making it across the border. No nobles from your home country would dare cross without notice.

Night was fast approaching so you decided you would make camp until the first light of dawn. You were once again in heat so you slid a couple of your fingers into your pussy to take the edge off.

While you were masturbating you suddenly heard what sounded like branches breaking close by. You pulled your pants up and listened intently, your feline ears moving to try and locate the source of the sound.

Probably just an ani-

Your thought was interrupted by a great and blood curdling howl. And it was exceedingly close. Was it a wild wolf? Was it something… more? You didn’t stay to find out.

With your animal-like agility you wasted no time in running out into the dark. You could probably manage to outrun a wolf.

But the shadowy figure you saw pursuing you in the moonlight was no wolf.

And now that you were down wind you could smell it too.

Lord Dran.

In no time at all you were pounced upon, claws once again removing clothing and a huge erection prodding at your entrance.

Ah, his mate was already nice and warmed up for him~ How sweet!

His wolf form didn’t understand why his mate had run, but that didn’t matter now. The chase was won and he certainly would never let you have another chance at escape.

[cryptidclaw]

Star Firesight!

Bonus! Healer/Second Firesight:

And Outsider/Apprentice Rusty/Fire:

Design Notes:

I redesigned him again despite saying I would stop doing that... Prev design and old bio here.

He still has a lot of the same features as my previous design, i mostly just changed his pattern and coloring! I wanted him to be a rustier color!

I also changed his cheek fluff to be round, mostly just for an interesting face shape! his cheek fluff hangs a little more flat when he's older just to give him a more matured look (hes been thru some shit, his cheeks hath deflated)

Character Bio:

Star Firesight

(Fireheart/star)

Bisexual & Polyamorous; Trans Tom; he/him

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 7 moons; 11 Hyrs

Age as of 1st arc's end: 2 cycles, 5 moons; ~26 Hyrs

Title meaning: -sight = this cat can spot things that others cannot; a cat with a close connection to the Stars; this healer receives many signs from the Stars; the healer may also be very good at spotting illnesses or injuries.

Outsider -> Healer -> Second -> Leader of Thunder Order

Mentor: Redtail (died) -> Spottedleaf

Mother: Nutmeg

Father: Jake

Sibling: Sapheart (Princess)

Half Siblings: Socks; Ruby: Tinyclaw

Mates: Sandstorm; Shriketail

Kits: Squirrelflight (sire: Sand); Leafpool (sire: Shrike); Foxleap (sire: Sand); Icecloud (sire: Shrike)

Grandkits: Star Hollyleaf; Falconstrike; Jaywing; Alderheart; Sparkfire

Other notable kin: Cloudtail (nephew); Snowshoe (nephew); Mistletoe (niece); Spiderleg (nephew); Shrew (nephew)

Notes:

Firesight has chronic pain (and mobility issues later in life):

Fire has the Scottish Fold breed's mutation which effects cartilage in the body, this causes his ears to fold, but it also causes chronic joint pain and can progress into swollen and inflexible joints.

For Fire, he is has the heterozygous version of this mutation, which means that his disability progresses more slowly, as a young cat he does experience some joint pain, with some days being worse than others. He is able to medicate with his own chronic pain herbal mix he created as a Healer. However as Fire grows older his joints will worsen, and by the time of his old age he will be unable to jump and some days is unable to walk.

He is able to still use his medication to aid him and is able to lead a happy life, but he is disabled and I didnt want to leave that out of his character! It's important to have disability rep (and spread awareness of the issues with the Scottish Fold breed) and I hope I serve him justice!

Character Summary:

In Progress (to be added later)

...

[Image 1 ID: a digital drawing of Star Firesight, an AU version of Firestar from Warrior Cats. He is standing with his left side showing and has a proud and happy expression with a smile. He is a short, chubby and round shaped rusty orange and red tabby tom with small folded ears and green eyes. his chest, underbelly and paws are all a lighter shade of orange, and he has a red stripe down his back as well as a single red swoop shaped stripe on his side. He has red to orange striping on his face and red freckles on his cheeks. His right ear is brownish-black, he also has a small black spot above his nose and a black stripe on his back. He has a white flame shaped spot on his chest, a white muzzle, white paws and a white tail tip. He wears yellow flowers and green leaves in his pelt and a simple crown rests on his forehead made up of a diamond shaped red stone and a small teardrop shaped white stone below it./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: a digital drawing of Firesight, an AU version of Fireheart from Warrior Cats. this drawing is almost the exact same as the first image, but in this he has no crown./End ID]

[Image 3 ID: a digital drawing of Fire, an AU version of Firepaw from Warrior Cats. this drawing is almost the exact same as the first image, but in this he has no crown, or flowers and leaves adorning his pelt. his face also seems younger and he has a brighter happy expression on his face with his mouth open in a smile like he is talking./End ID]

[sheabutterbitch]

what does god mean to you? growing up queer in the rural american south has conditioned me to view christianity as religion overall, and mostly the worst parts of it. i have this recoil when i think about it, and this sense of juvenile pride despite being a grown adult. like, "why must something be larger than me? why must i bow to it? how do we know it is even there?" i do have friends of varying religions and cultures, but i can't shake the trauma of religious violence/bigotry. admittedly, i'm also a very scientific, evidence-based person, and it's difficult for me to put my faith in anything, really. thank you

-your moon and venus twin :)

From an early age I cycled through many understandings of God; I’ve ventured into other religions, spiritual practices, atheism and agnosticism. What I’ve come to understand is that “A God of my own understanding” is just, that.

Working in the field of addiction recovery, we place a lot of emphasis on identifying a higher power. Believing in something greater than yourself has the psychological benefit of fostering resilience and motivation which is necessary in this life. I’ve seen individuals in addiction identify their higher power as Jesus but I’ve also seen them identify their higher power as an ancestor, a lost loved one, the universe, an animal, or an element.

The question of “how do we know it’s real” is no longer a question that I ask because it’s no longer one that matters to me. The feeling I get speaking my deepest longings, fears, and questions to whatever it is that may be listening does more for me than the preoccupation of finding the “one true God.”

Our society has the capacity to bastardize every facet of human life and manipulate it in a way that exerts power and enacts harm. I’m unsurprised that the age old philosophical and psychological practice of looking beyond oneself has been willed in this way, too. I won’t allow that to deter me from engaging in this practice in a meaningful way that inspires growth and change in my life.

I love watching this one TikTok account, Amber, who is a trans woman and a Quaker. Her video on The Theodicy of Queer Christianity was really good and sums up a lot of my thoughts. As a queer person, navigating religion or spirituality is difficult but I personally identify as Christian and feel comfortable in that.

[dept-of-monster-affairs]

Hello Neighbor

Note: previously posted under nicsnort but Tumblr decided to shadowban then terminate the account without warning. (this will be my monster blog from now on, even if the other is reinstated)

m!werewolf (Darrick) x f!reader

Word count: 3806

Contains: heat sex, knotting, werewolf sex, talk of breeding

You're part of a study using an experimental skin cream. The effects have been interesting but suddenly take a turn for the horny. Luckily, your werewolf neighbor is willing to help you out.

If you want to ignore my self-indulgent worldbuilding lore skip the indented text

Department of Monster Affairs

MEMO: Internal use only TO: For dispersal among all staff FROM: Division of Monster Research TOPIC: Werewolf bites and bodily fluids  Cultural stories have long passed down the idea that a human bitten by a werewolf in their wolf or hybrid form during the full moon will transform said human into a werewolf the full moon after. This division has long since determined that information to be mostly false, as the bite must occur during a special ritual for the transformation to take place. However, we now confirm that minor human-to-werewolf transformations are possible outside this ritual. Additionally, it seems that the transference of bodily fluids from the werewolf to the human is the cause, not the bite itself; this includes saliva and blood, but sexual fluids appear to have the same effect. Upon exposure to a significant amount of werewolf fluids, the human body begins accepting the wolven anima into its being. Within the next few days, those exposed will show increased aggression, likelihood to growl, urges to chase prey, and desire to pack. If exposure to the fluids ends, the wolven anima will not bind with the human form, and effects fade over time. Continuing the exposure will prolong the effects and may induce further wolven behavior and biological changes such as heightened senses and increased hair thickness. For women, the biological changes also include a heat cycle; for men, this includes rutting responses to a woman's heat cycle. This appears to follow gender identity or at least hormone levels as a trans-woman on HRT experienced a heat cycle. These results are from observations and testing of the general population who have been engaging in intimate relationships with werewolves. Experimental tests with a wide representative sample are underway to verify the full extent and parameters of werewolf fluids' effect on humans. This new evidence indicates that the ritual bite binds the wolven anima to the human, creating a new werewolf. Considering this, basic medical care to treat bacterial infection is no longer enough for an agent to re-enter the field. All symptoms of wolven anima must be cleared from the system. This knowledge will be distributed to the public via updated guides after experiments have validated the results and we have more information. Additionally, werewolves now fall under the category of corruptive monsters; all previous classifications still stand.

“Thank you,” the researcher said as she finished rubbing the experimental cream into your skin. “As always, contact us immediately if there are any sudden changes in your mental state or physical concerns. Please return for your next application next week.”

“Of course,” you replied with a smile. It had been four months since you started the trials, and you know the drill now. Honestly, this had been one of the best choices in your life. When you first saw the ad on social media looking for volunteers for a body-enhancing topical cream based on monster science, you thought it was a scam, especially when you saw that they were paying a hundred a week with a bonus of two thousand for those who completed the full six-month trial. But you took the risk, and damn was it paying off. All you had to do was be slathered in a topical cream every week, do a finger prick blood test daily at home, and submit a five-minute check-in about anything strange you noticed about your body or mind at the end of the day.

You weren’t sure what they were exposing you to; they couldn’t tell you as it could interfere with their results or something. Initially, you had experienced some mood swings and increased aggression. Still, it had settled down, and now the only noticeable effects were your sense of smell and hearing becoming more sensitive. It was sometimes annoying, given that you lived in an apartment complex, but it was not a huge hassle. 

Before heading home, you swung by the grocery store to pick up some milk and meat. That was something else; you had been craving meat a lot since this started. While walking around the grocery store, you noticed a minotaur and a naga looking at you with interest. A blush came to your cheeks. Could they smell the cream on you? Usually, you went right home after an appointment, so you had never been out in public - and certainly not around monsters. They have been increasingly common in the area since the segregation laws were overturned, allowing humans and sentient monsters to mix freely. The older folks who remembered the Great Incursion hated it, but you didn’t mind too much. Most monsters are just like humans, merely with different physicality and cultures…and magical powers half the time.

With groceries gathered, you quickly headed home. Walking towards your building, you saw your next-door neighbor—a werewolf. He moved in six months ago for work and spent most of his time in hybrid form. Apparently, he was from the other side of the Rift, so he never had to use his humanoid form. Honestly, you never understood how people said they found monsters that didn’t look human attractive until you met him with his thick mahogany fur, piercing golden eyes, full tail, and broad chest that was barely contained by his human-style clothes…you could have sworn he was flirting with you the first couple of months after he moved in. Yet, his interest fell off a few months ago. He stayed friendly, though.

“Good day, neighbor,” he greeted with a smile. “Need help with those?”

“Thanks, Darrick. That’d be great.” Maybe it was because he wanted to prove he wasn’t a threat, but Darrick was extremely friendly. According to the DMA guides, werewolves were very social monsters due to their pack instinct, so maybe it was just that.

He took the heavy meat-filled shopping bag from your arms while you carried the milk. As he did, you noticed his large, wet nose flare and his pointed ear turn forward with interest. Another blush came to your cheeks. He could smell that cream on you, couldn’t he? Though you had to admit, his scent today was marvelous. A deep, musky scent caused your blush to travel across your body, transforming into an aroused flush.

Entering the building, you were deeply aware of his presence behind you as you climbed the steps to the second floor. Even more so, with each sway of your hips, you were aware of how deeply aroused you had suddenly become. Your swollen lips rubbed against the cloth of your panties with each stair. You had been feeling sensitive the past few days, but why did your arousal spike now?!

You stopped outside your door. As you fumbled for your keys, you heard Darrick sniff rapidly, his hot body leaning over you, caging you against the door. Glancing back, you saw his long tongue flick out from behind his sharp teeth as though tasting the air. Your mind instantly flashed to what that tongue would feel like between your legs.

“I got it from here, thanks,” you told him, desperate to get away before you did something you regretted as the scent of his musk filled your nostrils.

Your voice seemed to jolt something in him. “Right, of course,” he bent down and put the bag down on the ground. But that was a mistake. His muzzle was right at your crotch now. The scent of your arousal certainly reached his wolven nose.

On instinct, Darrick pressed his nose against your crotch. You could feel his damp, heated breath through your jeans. His chest rumbled with a low growl, the vibrations reaching down his snout to your aching mound. A pleasured, wanting moan escaped your throat. You leaned against the door, your hips tilting up, legs spreading slightly, humping his muzzle lightly. His pointed canine teeth, barred together, provided a teasing friction against your clit.

CRACK!

You jumped at the sudden sound. Darrick had driven his claws into the wall, breaking the drywall. He wrenched his snout away from you with a pitiful whine, standing quickly and moving back. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t trying to stake a claim.”

“What,” you asked hazily, trying to shake your head of the lust. “A claim…”

“It has just been months since I have been around a woman in heat, and I lost control,” Darrick continued, not hearing your response at first. Then he paused while backing up a bit more. 

“Darrick, what do you mean by ‘a woman in heat’?” Even as you spoke, your eyes were drawn across him. There was a massive bulge straining his pants. Your inner walls clenched with desire.

“Sorry,” you apologize, tearing your eyes away and fumbling once more for the door. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think it’s the cream. I need to report this to the researchers…”

Finally, you managed to open the door. Stumbling inside, you barely made it to the fridge to put away the milk. Shit, the meat. Heading back to the hall, half bent over in a vain attempt to avoid aggravating your burning crotch. Darrick was standing in the doorway, a look of concern fighting lust on his face. Not that you saw that for long as your half-bent over position put you right at his bulging groin. Your mouth parted in desire at the sight. The scent wafted to your nose. If it weren’t for Darrick catching your shoulder and holding you back, you would have desperately rubbed your face against the bludge.

“Control yourself, Darrick,” he growled to himself, pushing you back inside the apartment while bringing your groceries in and shutting the door. “You’re not a pup anymore.”

“Noooo,” you whined as he forced you to sit on the couch and stepped away to put the meat on the counter. As you watched him, your hand grabbed your breast through your shirt, massaging it. “You have to leave. If you stay, I’ll end up begging you to fuck me.”

As desperately horny as you had become, the admission did not embarrass you one bit. Darrick breathed out slowly, trying to control himself. “Where is your phone? I will call your mate. He shouldn’t be leaving you alone during your heat.”

“Mate,” you questioned. That word alone resonated with you. Yes, you wanted to mate. Fucked raw like an animal.

“Or husband, whatever term humans use. Whoever is the irresponsible wolf that has marked you with his scent so thoroughly and left you alone to deal with your heat.”

“I don’t know any other werewolves, Darrick,” you told him. The term heat was finally jogging your memory. “You’re the only one I’ve ever met. And humans don’t have a heat. I think whatever is happening has to do with the study I’m participating in. Some cream to enhance my body or something. They said arousal could be a side effect, but I didn’t think like this…”

Your hand wandered down to your pants. It slipped inside as you stroked yourself, trying to cool the ache there. Darrick stood stock still, completely focused on you, as your fingers stroked wildly. “You smell so good, Darrick. Please, you gotta leave before I jump you. Or else fuck me. I’ve dreamt about you bending me over my bed so many--”

Like a dam breaking, Darrick rushed over. His tall, fur-covered body bent over the couch, trapping you on it. “One last time,” he growled, barely able to restrain himself. “For clarity. The scent on you is this cream? Another werewolf has not mated you? And you want me to mate with you?”

You answered each question as he asked him. “Yes…No…Please, yes, fuck me, please!”

Without a spoken response, Darrick scooped you up in his arms. He carried you into your bedroom and dumped you on the bed. His chest heaved as took in deep, steadying breaths as though he was trying not to pounce on you immediately. Even as he did, his hands roamed over your shirt as he roughly tugged it off you. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle right now,” you told him, kicking off your shoes and hurriedly undoing your jeans. “I want you to fuck me with your fat cock until I’m satisfied.”

A primal growl of want escaped his throat. In two short movements, he removed your bra, his claws slicing it off, and tossed it away. Your skin was flushed with desire, nipples already hard with want. Darrick’s large paws covered your breasts, massaging them as he pushed you down against the bed. His long, hot tongue met your neck as he licked you ravenously. Every so often, you felt his pointed teeth scrape across your skin.

You moaned his name. Thrusting your hips upwards, you both tried to finish removing your jeans and gain friction on your needy hole. You managed the first one, but as your hands went to your dripping core, you found a better target. Darrick’s bulge strained against his pants. With deft fingers, you undid his pants and were just about to slip your hand inside his underwear to free him completely when he grabbed your hands. Pulling them above your head, he pinned you down, causing you to whine with displeasure.

“I need to mask that other scent first,” he growled. “Don’t want to smell another wolf. I need to cover you with my scent before I claim you.”

As desperate as you were to be fucked, his words touched a primal part of you, and now nothing sounded better than being marked by him. Inside and outside. Completely and utterly claimed. You wanted any creature who met you to know who you were mated to. That you were his .

Darrick’s muzzle slid down your neck to your chest. With one hand still pining your hands down, the other pressed between your legs. His rough fingers began to stroke, giving you both relief and teasing you as he avoided where you wanted him - his cock - the most. Sharp teeth delicately held your breast as he drew it into his mouth, his tongue lapping across your sensitive nipple. The thick pad of his thumb rubbed against your clit, the claws of his hand pressing into the flesh of your butt. 

A needy whimper escaped your throat. With the little space he left you between the bed and his hand, you lifted your hips invitingly.  “Please.”

“By Seluna, I need you,” he swore, pulling back. His nose twitched, the scent of your lust overriding any further complaints he might have had about the scent of the cream. You tried to follow him, pull him back down but his burning golden eyes pinned you in place.

Eyes hazy with lust, you watched him pull off his shirt. In his rush, his dangerous claws and sheer strength tore it off. Grabbing his already undone pants, he finally stood completely nude. Your eyes honed in on the long, red, throbbing cock between his legs. The tapered head glistened with precum in the sunlight peeking through your shades. Your core clenched with want.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, his words barely recognizable through the thick growl of want in his voice. Without hesitation, you turned around. Settling in the center of the bed, you were on your hands and knees, the aching desire between your legs presented to him.

A long moment passed where all you heard was the huff and puff of his breathing behind you. Then, a cold, wet nose pressed itself against your lower lips. You moaned. Darrick’s broad tongue lapped at the swollen flesh. Panting moans left you as the pleasure built. You were so close. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside of you.

With a cry of pleasure, you came on his tongue. It wiggled inside of you as your body clenched around it. Finally, he withdrew, his muzzle covered in your juices. “Good mate,” he praised. “So, fertile and willing.”

He shook his head, barely returning to his senses enough to add, “You should take some night tea after, 'cause I’m gonna breed you now.”

“Yes,” you panted with joy. The orgasm took the edge off, but you needed more. Being bred sounded like the best thing in the world. Filled with his thick creamy cum.

Your bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on, positioning himself behind you. You felt the heat radiating off his turgid cock even before its heavy weight rested upon your hips. 

“Inside,” you pleaded, rocking your hips. His hands gripped your hips, claws digging in ever so slightly. 

“Spread,” he told you, and even in your current state, you could tell from his tone he was barely restraining himself. Eagerly, you obeyed, spreading your knees further apart. Darrick kept a firm grip on your hips as you did, forcing you to lower yourself onto your forearms. Now, you were fully presenting your dripping hole to him.

You felt the magnetic heat of his cock as he lined it up. As his thick length pressed inside, you whined with pleasure. “Yeesssss.”

The prick of his claws was barely enough to keep you from orgasming with just the tip of his cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he slid inside. You tried to press yourself back on him to take in more, but his strong grasp on your hips stopped you. “You’re gonna make me...” 

“Please, Darrick, breed me!”

With that plea, he snapped. Pulling back until just the tip was left, he slammed his hips forward. You screamed in pleasure. Unleashed, Darrick pounded into you wildly. Spurred on by the hormones of your heat, he rutted into you with only one thing on his mind: breeding his mate.

With each wild thrust, you could feel your body accepting more of him. His cock filled you up each time your inner walls stretched to take in more. You were moaning and panting with ecstasy. You weren’t even sure if you were orgasming, but the pleasure was overwhelming your mind. You could think of little else but his cock inside of you.

Releasing your hips, Darrick bent over your back. His large hands resting on either side of your head, holding your hands in place. The weight of him pinning you beneath him with no hope of escape - not that you wanted to. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin of your neck and ear. The growl of his voice reverberated across your whole body. “I’m gonna knot you. Ruin you for human men. You want that, don’t you?”

You gave a whine of pleasure-drunk consent, unable to form words.

With a powerful thrust, you felt him hilt within you. His pointed cock pressed against your womb. Then you felt it. As the glands of his cock expanded, he stretched you. Thicker than anything that had been inside of you before. Yet, the pain of the stretching only added to your pleasure. Your nails dug into your sheets. It was too much. You were so close to breaking. You were…you were…

Your body exploded with ecstasy, juices gushing over his cock. Low, long moans, almost like howls, issued from your throat as you threw your head back. Your inner walls clenched powerfully around his knot, locking it within you.

Then it came. What your body was craving. Darrick threw his head back in a true howl as his thick hot cum filled your womb, searing its claim inside of you. His cum spurred your orgasm to even greater heights. Your eyes rolled back in your head, tongue lolling out, inner walls still clenching around him, drawing in every last ounce of cream. There was so much cum, you thought it would never end. You never wanted it to end. Yet, eventually, your bodies were spent.

Darrick’s knot still firmly resting inside of you, he rolled you both on your sides. His arms were around you, cradling you as you came down from the ecstatic high. His long, wet tongue tiredly but comfortingly lapped at your shoulder and neck.

While you still felt aroused, being filled with his cum and having a knot in you satisfied your primal urge to breed for now. After a few minutes, your mind started to return. What the fuck did you just do? What the fuck happened to you?

“Are you alright,” Darrick asked before you could voice your own concerns.

“Yes…I’m just confused…that’s never happened before. What is that cream doing to me?”

Darrick’s grip tightened around in comfort. “I think I know…there is this story the Elders tell. The first werewolves were created before the Division when our worlds were one. They were humans; warriors granted power by the spirits of nature to temporarily wield the spirit of the wolf to defend their homes. After the Division, the wolf's spirit was permanently bound to us. But we needed mates; most werewolves then were men, and the few that were women could not keep our populations going. So, the moon goddess Seluna took pity on us and let us transform others through sharing our essence…at first, all it required was for us to bite a human, but the sudden merging of wolf and human spirits drove many insane. Therefore, Seluna’s wife, Noctune, goddess of the night, took inspiration from her wife’s slow transformations each month. Sharing our essence would slowly introduce people - our mates or others we deemed worthy - to the wolf spirit so their humanity could adjust before it was made permanent. This also gave humans a chance to change their minds.”

“That’s a lovely story. So, you’re saying this cream is introducing me to werewolf essence? Wait, what is werewolf essence?”

Darrick chuckled a bit nervously. “Blood, saliva, and…” He gently thrust his hips, indicating his cum.

“Wait, so they’ve been covering me in werewolf - I hope - saliva? And that’s been changing my body?” You reeled at this new information. “Wait, so this is actually a heat?”

“Yeah. Usually, the exposure would be done by your mate, and you’d know what was going to happen, and they would help you through it.”

You were silent for a moment. “So, does this make us mates?”

Darrick chuckled nervously again. “We have mated, sure, and you’re going to need help getting through your heat. So, we can do it again. But, I mean, after, we don’t need to be…I mean  I think you’re pretty great. I was really disappointed when I thought you’d been claimed and I…”

“I wouldn’t mind trying to date after you finish helping me through this,” you told him, cutting off his adorable ramble. “If you want.”

There were several loud thumps from behind him as his tail wagged happily, hitting the bed. “I would like that.”

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[princess-self-shipping]

The Story of Unparalleled Innocence

Hi yall! I got thinking a bit too hard about my take on Innocence today and because of that, yall get to suffer! Of course everything is below a cut because this is LONG, so if yall just wanna look at cute art and keep scrolling you absolutely can! No hard feelings!

But for those interested, here we go! Enjoy my ramblings!

Being built late into the gen 3 life cycle, but not as late as Five Pebbles. She was built for neccesity, but there was still genuine love and care put into her. Thin and nimble fingers to do tasks, pretty clothes and decor even if they weren't the purple she liked it to be, etc. She was loved at first, revered

And then things started changing. Their people started to become more apathetic at first, then things turned cruel. Isolating. They wanted Innocence to keep doing more and more, and care towards their maintenance was dwindling as time went on, something Innocence had to fight for at times. Around Pebbles's construction, or even planning phase, it was the worst. Until... something happened, and well, their city ascended ahead of schedule.

And from there it should've been easier, right? A chance to explore and figure herself out?

Nope. For something they weren't prepared for was being in the middle of three groups, right on the border of many with different classes of nonsense.

Moon's group never gave her grief, but the other two were pulling her in such different and distracting directions.

It took involvement from many members in Moon's group for them to have even some semblance of identity post mass ascension, which is where they learned their love for sewing, fashion, etc. They liked observing the puppets of their friends and coming up with ideas for new outfits for them! And, with this new identity, they shed the jewelry their city gave them in favor of a giant and adorable bow, sewing new robes for themself that they loved SO much more than what they had.

One key point is that she isn't a gossip by nature, but she does stick her nose where it doesn't belong out of a place of care. And that comes through the most with Pebbles's rot incident. The two talked fairly regularly before that, she considered the two of them friends! So him falling silent with no warning or explanation really worried her, so she sent an overseer to check in on him.

They didn't know what to do when they saw the rot, and Moon wasn't answering. So they contacted a senior of another local group and the images were posted in that group's chat.

It leaked from there, and Innocence took all the blame for the images spreading. If you asked her she will admit it was stupid, but she was panicking and didn't know what else to do.

They know they hurt Pebbles, and if they ever saw him after that they would apologie with their whole heart and soul. They just wanted to help, they didn't know what to do.

And from there, I explore her story mostly in my own Off the String AU! So, for getting this far, here's some slight character notes that I didn't really have the room for here!

Innocence and Chasing Wind swapped plates. No I am not kidding, it was not a mistake that Innocence's eyelashes weren't present throughout the past drawings. The two essentially pulled their own equivalent of 'we're both trans so you can have my closet' but a LOT more intimate and requiring trust

Innocence is the first one to treat Pebbles normally out of the group, as her respect for him never really faded as time had gone on, and doesn't allow her guilt over her mistakes to swallow her whole after she properly apologizes

Is the iterator to most likely just start singing and dancing if they're left alone. If you hear them humming while they're working, leave them be or you will get a pin cushion thrown at your head

I ship them with Pebbles, Chasing Wind, and NSH!

Their antenna are a key indicator of their emotions! They have a pretty bad flat affect tonally, so keeping an eye on their expressions and antenna is a perfect way to tell how they're feeling

Responsible for every new outfit the group has in my Off the String AU! She is working on a new one for Moon as we speak!

And that's it! Feel free to ask me about her I LOVE this little dweeb

[k1llerfr0sst]

In ancient Greece, Hekate's Deipnon was observed during the dark phase of the moon, marking the last day of the Hellenic lunar month. This lunar calendar begins with the new moon, when the first sliver of light is visible, and ends with the dark moon, when no light reflects from the moon at all.

Hekate's Deipnon was dedicated to the goddess Hekate, who was associated with purification, expiation, and protection against restless spirits. Her name, according to the Liddell and Scott Greek-English Lexicon, means “bringer or giver of light" (Ekate Phosphoros), although she was most strongly associated with the liminal spaces between life and death and the mysteries of the underworld.

The Deipnon served multiple purposes, including purification of the home and self. This purification process, known as oxuthumia, involved sweeping and cleaning the home, gathering leftovers from previous rituals, and smoking the house with a censer to create a clean, ceremonially purified space.

In ancient Athens, it was believed that restless spirits roamed on the night of the Deipnon. Offerings, including leftover food, ashes, and a clay censer, were left at crossroads to honor Hekate and appease the souls. It was also customary to scrifice a dog if the household felt particularly polluted or if they needed to make amends with Hekate. In this case, the family would touch the dog to transfer any "pollution" onto it before the sacrifice, which served as a scapegoat ritual. (This is just historical. Please don't s4crifice a dog)

Traditional offerings include: sweeping from the house, garlic, eggs, leeks, things you don't want to bring into the next. You could leave it on alter or a three way crossroad. As in antiquity, the Deipnon is a time for clearing out the old and preparing for a fresh start. Some practitioners also perform divination or meditation during the Deipnon to connect with Hekate and reflect on personal intentions and needs.

Modern offerings include: clean out the refrigerator, tend to the worm composter, dispose of the previous month's contents of Kathiskos (I’ll make a post on this) while cleaning out or taking stock of what's in your kitchen pantry, fulfill your previous month's obligations, duties, promises, pay off all debts (financial and emotional) etc.

For many modern polytheists, Hekate's Deipnon is a monthly devotional act of honoring Hekate rather than focusing on appeasing restless spirits. Rituals are adapted to fit contemporary lifestyles and spaces, but the emphasis on purification, transition, and renewal remains central to the practice.

There are differing theories as to if Hekate's Deinon is solely a meal offered to Hekate, or if there is a secondary intent of the meal offering going to the less fortunate. For example: Aristophanes, Plutus 410 ff (trans. O'Neill)(Greek comedy C5th to 4th B.C.): "Ask Hekate whether it is better to be rich or starving; she will tell you that the rich send her a meal every month li.e. food placed inside her door-front shrines] and that the poor make it disappear before it is even served."

Check for dates at Hellenion.org/calendar or watch out for the lunar cycles.

Sources:

1. Liddell, H. G., & Scott, R. (1940). A Greek-English Lexicon. Clarendon Press.

2. Johnston, S. I. (1990). Hekate Soteira: A Study of Hekate's Roles in the Chaldean Oracles and Related Literature. Scholars Press.

3. Aristophanes. Plutus 410 ff. Trans. O'Neill, 5th-4th century B.C.

4. Kearns, E. (1989). The Heroes of Attica. Center for Hellenic Studies.

5. Burkert, W. (1985). Greek Religion: Archaic and Classical. Harvard University Press.

6. Parker, R. (2005). Polytheism and Society at Athens. Oxford University Press.

7. Ogden, D. (2002). Magic, Witchcraft, and Ghosts in the Greek and Roman Worlds: A Sourcebook. Oxford University Press.

8. Hellenion.org and other Hellenic polytheism blogs/texts

(These sources are the same for the other posts I’ll make for noumenia and agathos Daimon)

[pastadoughie]

other posts abt this are getting deleted

my brother killed himself- the one i actually like somewhat (ryan) & not the nazi shithead who tried to choke me to death this time last year (julian). i am the youngest of 3.

hes kinda a complicated guy, similar to how they treat me i only ever get to hear about him through other family members making fun of him for his every issue - so much of what i know is negative.

most of my opinion of ryan for the past 4 years maybe has been sortof admiring- atleast in comparison to my other family members- hes the only one who actually shielded me from julians constant phisical abuse, & the only one with the sense to realize that my entire family is a bunch of miserable abusive leaching assholes who are best off associated with as little as possible. i may think hes a racist & a bit of an idiot but i still really respect him as the only person who doesnt treat me like eaither a rabid dog or a walking suicide note

its a bit offputting to me honestly- the last time i had a close relationship with him was when he was a terminally online barely legal teenager- boyblogging about my little pony & fat bitches on the internet & trying to escape a deeply abusive home life dispite having no money & no education. primary difference being with me being trans & disabled & my abuse more overt & overarching i dont really get the luxury of having any kind of positive feelings about anyone in my family. i wouldve been dead years ago if i hadnt learned how to deal w/ myself & my emotions entirely independantly. its a recursive cycle i suppose

he called a few family members shitfaced drunk the day of- was made fun of them by every one, a few hours later was supposed to go to work. drove onto an empty road in his lexis at night. driving straight before making an entirely unessasary turn to veer off the road- flipping his car multiple times over. dieing on impact- hes gotten in many accidents before- & had flipped that car & gotten hurt previously & likely rendered much of its safety features unusable.

in all likelyhood probably alot about money- a certain degree of reckless drinking & petty theft charges & unpayably expensive car repairs & your problems stop really being fixable- needing a level of both financial & mental health intervention that nobody is wiling/capable of providing to someone they veiw as a drunk.

i dont have many thoughts on this topic that i feel are meaningful- im someone primarily apathetic & only incedentally empathetic- i only show proper emotions in maybe small 20 minute intervals once in a blue moon

my primary source of emotion has just been how angry my entire family seems to be at me specifically- a unanimous & explicit & constant reminder that they would really really really rather i kill myself then them have to ever look at me or deal with my stupid inability to do seemingly easy tasks like work & schooling. i guess theyll never really get any self awareness. in many ways i dont respect any of them- even ignoring everything else theyve ever done thats just kindof a ghoulish & overly cruel thing to say- but you cant tharapyspeak your way out of being atleast a little emotional about your entire family wanting you dead

im just gonna keep silly posting as usual. abiet maybe somewhat lower energy. especially because people are seemingly incapable of treating me like a normal human being & not flattening me down to solely my life situation, out of some strange assumption that treating someone like a 1d characature of a mentally ill person from a tharapy training course is somehow less offensive then saying something mildly triggering by accident

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

INTO THE ARCHIVES

<<<[PREVIOUS CHAPTER]>>>

The scene unfolds in the serene world of Cybertron, a vast metallic underground city that spans both the ceilings and the ground. All is tranquil, with the sun's rays filtering through the cracks, illuminating the world's surface.

"[CONCERNED] [FRIGHTENED]" A familiar, monotonous voice spoke as a trans-mech followed a blue and red-color-themed mech. "[INQUIRY] Are you sure this is a good idea, Orion Pax?" The hesitation in the voice was palpable, amplifying the gravity of the decision and the thrill of the impending risk.

"It'll be fine, (Y/Cyb/n)! Just give me your servo!"

A familiar figure, the (opt/c) trans-mech, looked down at the city below with a wary gaze. Ever since the explosion incident three demi-cycles ago, a catastrophic event that shook the very foundations of Cybertron, he had developed a fear of heights. The thought of being in a high place, without the safety of a secure structure or the assurance of being caught if he fell, made him uneasy.

"[EXASPERATION] Why did I ever agree to go along with you, Orion Pax?" (Y/Cyb/n) voiced his complaint, his emotion reflexively escaping him. His left optic, once a vibrant optic, was now a screen with a pupil that could only change shapes and colors.

He couldn't see through his broken optic, but it at least conveyed parts of his emotions, like a mood ring. Right now, it is a jagged, lopsided, dark gray triangle, representing fear.

Orion chuckled faintly as he looked at his scared friend. He then softly and gently grabbed his servo. "C'mon. You'll be fine." Orion tried to reassure him, his servo gently pulling him closer to the edge. "I'll promise to catch you if you fall, but I know you won't." He reassured him again, giving him a small, warm smile, reinforcing their trust and camaraderie.

"[SHEEPISH NOD]" (Y/Cyb/n) reflexively spoke with a soft smile. The pupil changed into a vibrant, lime-green crescent moon color.

"That's the spirit, buddy!" He smiled, giving him an affectionate rub on his friend's helm, which his left pupil shifted rapidly between a heart with soft pastel colors. "Come on, just through this vent, and we're in the Hall of Records." He quickly cut down the circle-shaped vent, breaking it off.

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Orion broke through the vent from the ceiling, dropping down to his pedes and narrowly avoiding alarm laser traps. "[SHUFFLE] [SHUFFLE] [SHUFFLE]..." (Y/Cyb/n) followed suit, carefully climbing down while he reflexively whispered the action multiple times before he landed on the ground safely.

The Hall of Records, a place of great importance in Cybertron, was quiet and empty. It was filled with data pads and other items, but nobody was in sight. The room was dimly lit, but it was still easy to see. It was also filled with rows upon rows of archives, some with data pads and others empty. Metal boxes of some history records lay everywhere.

Orion furrowed his optics as he shuffled through the archives, his determination evident in his focused search for what he needed to find. "Okay, let's see what we got here." He muttered, taking a few different servo-sized colored chips. "I've seen that. I've seen that." He shuffled through some of the chips he had already seen while he walked to a table. He had broken into the Halls of Record several times before, and this was probably his 1000th time.

"Ah..." He found an archive he hadn't viewed from the collection. "What's this about?" He placed the chip into the slot to see what record it had.

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A high-pitched sound rang out when he saw a glitchy hologram displayed on the table. The flickering and unstable hologram depicted a scene from the past that held the key to a long-buried secret Orion was trying to find.

In a panic, Orion dropped the rest of the chips onto the table, spamming whatever controls were available to try and turn off the hologram. "[UNAMUSED]" (Y/Cyb/n) instinctively spoke his emotion, the flat white line in his left optic flickering. He reached over and took out the archive chip from its slot.

The hologram immediately turned off. Orion looked behind to see if anyone or anything had heard the noise.

Silence consumed the room. The silence was deafening. The room was still devoid of all life except for the two. Orion sighed softly, shaking his helm from side to side.

"That was close..." He muttered, looking around the room for nearby security cameras that might have spotted them. But there was nothing, only a pair of empty pedestals and several shelves.

"It's a good thing that nobody's around,"He continued, facing his companion. "Are you all right? Are you nervous?"

"[AFFIRMATIVE NOD]" (Y/Cyb/n) nodded. "This has a little dust, thus why it didn't work." His left pupil was now a chain of gears with a soft and vibrant blue color mixed in. "[LIGHT BLOW]" He spoke reflexively, blowing the dust off before reinserting the chip.

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The hologram reactivated again, displaying the history it held about the origin. "::At the dawn of time, there was our gracious and powerful creator: Primus.::" The audio spoke to them. "::To protect our universe, he sacrificed his life force, transforming himself into our planet: Cybertron.::"

(Y/Cyb/n)'s optics sparkled with interest as he watched the hologram illustrate the story with amazing visual effects.

Orion watched the hologram with intense interest, his optics wide with amazement. The hologram displays Primus's story of the creation of Cybertron. He had heard the story before, but seeing it displayed in hologram form was quite impressive. He glanced over at (Y/Cyb/n), who was watching the hologram with awe and curiosity.

He chuckled at (Y/Cyb/n)'s expression before returning to the hologram. The way Primus had sacrificed his life force to become the planet they lived on was awe-inspiring.

"::From within Cybertron's core, Primus birthed the first Transformers known as the Primes: the most powerful transformers designated to guide and protect future generations.::"

Orion was practically sitting through the hologram to get a closer look. "::To assist them, Primus created an entity of great power. The Matrix of Leadership.::"The hologram showed the ancient artifact.

"The Matrix. Okay, good, come on. Keep going." He mumbled, gesturing the hologram to play the record faster.

"::With the Matrix in the Primes' possession, Cybertron's natural power source, Energon, flowed in abundance, sustaining life across the planet.::"

While the record continued to play, they failed to notice an alert drone catching them and alerting the security guards.

"::For generations, there was peace and prosperity until the Matrix of Leadership was lost, causing Energon to no longer flow.::"

The record ended there. Orion Pax scoffed in annoyance at how it ended. "Ugh! Why does every legend of the Matrix have to end right there?" He shuffled through the other archive chips. "One of these has to say what happened."

"::Halt, criminals! Prepared to be detained!::"

An automated voice was heard behind them, and a security drone with a red light on it flew to the two. Orion stepped back nervously, grabbing (Y/Cyb/n)'s servo as the drone repeated. "::Halt, criminals! Prepared to be detained!::"

"[ANNOYED]" (Y/Cyb/n)'s left pupil flickered to an orange line with intense heartbeats. He held up a servo at the drone.

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A light-pink holographic screen appeared on his servo, and an emblem of a white geat encased in a square appeared.

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The drone malfunctioned quickly after an outline of a pink gear appeared on the drone, overriding the systems and commands.

Orion's optics widened in surprise and fascination as he watched the security drone malfunction and fall to the floor, it's systems overrun by the gear-shaped emblem on (Y/Cyb/n)'s servo. "Woah..." He whispered, in awe of his friend's ability. "Nice."

"No problem."

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An alarm blared out loudly. He quickly regained his composure, realizing they were still in danger. "Come on, we need to get out of here now!" He said urgently, tugging on (Y/Cyb/n)'s servo. He dragged the trans-mech alone when they began running to the front door.

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Unfortunately, the door they were heading to opened quickly. Orion Pax made a sharp turn to the left, running in the other direction. However, the two larger security transformers caught up to them, landing on the ground with heavy thuds due to their jet propulsion.

"Freeze!"

"Get down!"

Orion Pax froze as flashlights were on them, knowing they were caught red-handed. Despite the tense situation, he tried playing it light-hearted. "Oh, hello, guys. Yeah- I am so glad you're here." He turned to face them, walking backward as they approached forward menacingly.

"Which way is the exit? Haha- we must've taken a wrong turn." The blue and red miner pulled (Y/Cyb/n) behind him, who shuffled nervously while whispering "shuffle" repeatedly due to his defect.

"It's that defective mining bot, Oreon Pix." remarked the security bot with the golden visor and mask, casting a disdainful glance at his counterpart, the security bot with a magenta visor and mask.

"Orion Pax." the blue and red miner corrected. As the security transformers advanced with an air of menace, Orion attempted to maintain a facade of nonchalance. However, it was clear that they saw through his pretense of innocence.

The guard with the golden mask fixed his gaze on (Y/Cyb/n), who was carefully shuffling backward. "Well, well, if it isn't the most defective among defectives:(Mis pron/Cyb/n)," he sneered, deliberately mispronouncing the Cybertronian's name.

Almost everyone knows about (Y/Cyb/n) but keeps it to themselves. He was labeled and considered "the most defective" of everyone—practically, almost society!

His left optic was damaged severely, making him see his left side blind permanently. However, it was replaced with a black screen with a functioning pupil that can change shapes and colors to express emotions and their intensity but not let him see.

Finally, he has a strange bug in his system because, unlike everyone else, he conveys his actions and emotions by speaking them out loud reflexively.

The golden-masked and visored security bot's taunt and mispronunciation of (Y/Cyb/n)'s name was mocking and demeaning to the already self-conscious mech. Orion's optics narrowed angrily at their ridicule, but he tried to keep his cool as he backed away.

"Oh, come on, guys, can't a couple of bots just look through some historical records?" Orion tried to plead, his servos held in the air placatingly. He knew they were in real trouble now.

The magenta-masked and visor security transformer rolled his optics at Orion's attempt to persuade them. "Like you guys would actually follow simple rules."

"Yeah, and that defective junk is in here for a reason." The golden-masked and visored bot sneered, gesturing at (Y/Cyb/n) with a dismissive wave of his servo.

Orion couldn't help but chuckle softly at the security guard's joke about his friend despite the severe situation. He knew (Y/Cyb/n) was a good mech, defective or otherwise. He patted the trans-mech on the shoulder reassuringly, hoping to calm his friend, who was getting more jittery by the second.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, buddy." Orion retorted, rolling his blue optics at the guard. "But you've got us all wrong. We're just exploring. Besides, he has a name, (Y/Cyb/n). It's really nice name if you say it right-"

"Who cares!?" The golden-masked and visored Transformer barked, cutting Orion off. "We told you to never come back here!"

"Why are we all yelling?" Orion Pax chuckled again.

The magenta-mask guard stepped closer to Orion, his optics narrowing in irritation. "You never know when to shut up, do you?"

The golden-mask guard walked around (Y/Cyb/n) and studied him, poking him with a rude digit. "Look at him. He can't even see properly." He said mockingly, prodding (Y/Cyb/n)'s damaged optic, which the trans-mech spoke "ow" repeatedly from the force applied.

He chuckled cruelly. "He's such a worthless, defective piece of junk, a walking time bomb, and everybody knows it."

"Hey, I would've been dead already if he blew up." Orion pulled (Y/Cyb/n) away from the golden-masked security transformer. "But he chose not to."

"I'm going to smash you." The magenta-masked transformer snarled with disdain. "Perhaps I can give your defected friend a little... help with his system and processor."

"Whoa! Hold up-!" Orion pulled (Y/Cyb/n) away from the two, shuffling quickly back before they stopped in one place. "Whoa. Whoa- hold on. No need for violence." He held his servos up.

"How about this: we run away, you chase us, we play that game. Huh? Come on, you're bigger, faster. It'll be fun." He proposed.

The two security guards glanced at each other. "He doesn't have a cog." The magenta-masked and visored transformer commented with mocking sympathy. "Let's give him a head start."

"Why not?" The golden-masked mech looked at his partner. "It's not like he can transform." He glanced at (Y/Cyb/n), who was tugging on his shawl's metallic fabric securely. "Hmm... but what about the other one? Should we give him a better head start?"

"Yeah, he could probably trip and faceplant to the floor. He's clumsy, after all." The magenta-masked guard sneered before the two laughed cruelly at their jokes directed to (Y/Cyb/n), whose left pupil shifted from a dark gray, lopsided triangle into a vibrant ocean-blue teardrop.

(Y/Cyb/n) couldn't help but be hurt by the cruel words of the security guards. He could hear every word they said about him, and the way they talked about his disability and status as a defective, as if he wasn't even there, was like a dagger to his spark.

Sensing his friend's hurt and anger, Orion was visibly upset with the two security transformers who were making jokes about (Y/Cyb/n)'s condition. "Hey, hey, come on, guys. You know that's not fair. He didn't ask to be built this way. He's still a Cybertronian."

The two security guards rolled their optics in annoyance at Orion's defense, not caring about (Y/Cyb/n)'s feelings. "He's a defect; we're just speaking the truth," the golden-masked guard said bluntly, shrugging his servos. "That's what he is, and everyone knows it."

Orion bristled in anger, his optics narrowing at the two guards. He took a deep breath, calming down before losing his cool. "Oh yeah? Well, watch this." He smirked.

He curled in his arm, twisting his clutched servo and putting both arms on his sides. He tilted his helm down and pressed his pedes together...

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...and turned on his heel while he grabbed (Y/Cyb/n)'s servo and ran off, passing through the boxes and crates.

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>>>[ NEXT CHAPTER ]<<<

[caregivingchrysalises]

papa ‘tala’s period comfort

{this is a period comfort blurb for trans-masc regressors from a genderfluid caregiver. periods are referred to as “cycle” and there is no further description or specification regarding period related experiences. this blurb was created to be sfw,reassuring and comforting}

{masc terms for a genderfluid carer}

there’s my little moon, there you are sweet boy~ i know dearest, i know little love, can i see those pretty eyes darling? eyes on me sweet boy,, you can look at your plushie instead if you’d like bubs, whatever makes you feel more comfortable sweetheart. you’re okay, you’re alright~ you’re safe and unharmed little star. i’m with you sweetheart, papa’s right here with you little love. i know it feels icky, but that doesn’t mean you’re icky love, you’re not any less of my darling boy because of your cycle sweetheart~ we’re going to make it through this my precious little dove, keep breathing for me angel… deep breaths with papa baby boy, you’re doing so well,, so so well. my brave, strong boy, papa’s so proud of you little moon. your cycle doesn’t define your boyhood darling,, your feelings big and small are valid and safe with me sweet boy, there’s no right way to be a boy sweetheart, and the chrysalis and i will always be here to love, cherish and support you no matter how you’re feeling, little love. take your time starlight, papa’s not in any rush hun~ we’re going to flutter through this together lovebug.

{femme terms version has been uploaded and can be found here}

~ thank you for reading, papa ‘tala

[cryptidclaw]

Star Firesight!

Design Notes:

Fire is now a Scottish fold!... or rather a descendant of Scottish folds since i doubt pure bred cats still exist post apocalypse.

He also has some very small black calico spotting, just two litol spots I think its cute :3

Since he is an ex healer he still wears some flowers like a healer would in memory of his old role.

Character Bio:

Star Firesight

(Fireheart/star)

Bisexual & Polyamorous; Trans Tom; he/him

Age as of 1st arc's beginning: 7 moons; 11 Hyrs

Age as of 1st arc's end: 2 cycles, 5 moons; ~26 Hyrs

Title meaning: -sight = this cat can spot things that others cannot; a cat with a close connection to the Stars; this healer receives many signs from the Stars; the healer may also be very good at spotting illnesses or injuries.

Healer -> Second -> Leader of Thunder Order

Mentor: Redtail (died) -> Spottedleaf

Mother: Nutmeg

Father: Jake

Sibling: Sapheart (Princess)

Half Siblings: Socks; Ruby: Tinyclaw

Mates: Sandstorm; Shriketail

Kits: Squirrelflight (sire: Sand); Leafpool (sire: Shrike); Foxleap (sire: Sand); Icecloud (sire: Shrike)

Grandkits: Star Hollyleaf; Falconstrike; Jaywing; Alderheart; Sparkfire

Other notable kin: Cloudtail (nephew); Snowshoe (nephew); Mistletoe (niece); Spiderleg (nephew); Shrew (nephew)

Notes:

Firesight has chronic pain (and mobility issues later in life):

Fire has the Scottish Fold breed's mutation which effects cartilage in the body, this causes his ears to fold, but it also causes chronic joint pain and can progress into swollen and inflexible joints.

For Fire, he is has the heterozygous version of this mutation, which means that his disability progresses more slowly, as a young cat he does experience some joint pain, with some days being worse than others. He is able to medicate with his own chronic pain herbal mix he created as a Healer. However as Fire grows older his joints will worsen, and by the time of his old age he will be unable to jump and some days is unable to walk.

He is able to still use his medication to aid him and is able to lead a happy life, but he is disabled and I didnt want to leave that out of his character! It's important to have disability rep (and spread awareness of the issues with the Scottish Fold breed) and I hope I serve him justice!

Character Summary:

In Progress (to be added later)

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[Image ID: a digital drawing of Star Firesight, an AU version of Firestar from Warrior Cats. He is standing with his left side showing and has a proud and happy expression with a smile. He is a short, chubby and round shapped bright orange tom with small folded ears and green eyes. His fur's coloring is layered in a fire like pattern from orange to a lighter orangey yellow. His right ear is black and he also has a small black spot above his nose. He has a white lower chest, muzzle, toe tips and tail tip, and his nose is pink. He wears pink flower petals and green leaves in his pelt and a simple crown rests on his forehead bade up of a diamond shaped red stone and a small teardrop shaped white stone below it./End ID]

[heron-knight]

here’s all the full stories I’ve written (microfics not counted.)

Not the pinned post so that the pinned one doesn’t take up too much space.

All stories chronologically:

Not Lost but Forsaken

the children of the night are just as much the prey of humanity as humanity is to them, and the hunt is a cycle with profits to be made from it. one hunter does not care about the profits, though-- or the safety of humanity. she has one target and one target alone.

Apotheosis

the origin of The Doctor from Grafting Parlor. Also works as it’s own thing. From this point on I’ve started posting stories in chunks

Across the Table

what if two opposing spies had a tense meeting in a bar but there’s one drink with two straws

Flesh, Blood, and Moonlight

a Mechpost inspired by both Armored Core and Bloodborne. Concept by @laughingcorvus. The sky is dead, god was never born, and the moon died from complications following a miscarriage.

Grafting Parlor

A short Biopunk story that started out as just an example of what I want to see more of in the genre. I’ve now decided that it will be the first in a universe that I’m expanding as we speak. You are heavily encouraged to use whatever elements you want in your own work— I just really want to see more biopunk in general

The Wolf at the Door

Trans werewolves— pretty self explanatory. This is what happens when you write while high on gender euphoria and listening to Teeth by Aviators.

By the Way, We Know Everything

(Name subject to change.) short Lancer fanfic, characters will eventually brought back for a reappearance in a collaborative biopunk story with @super-ion (no release date scheduled, you can’t rush perfection).

The Swamp Man

this one never really got any attention, but it’s a story I wrote so it’s here. There’s a Swamp. With a man in it. Or perhaps a man with a swamp in it? You’ll just have to read it.

Mech Pilot Care Guide

Pilots aren’t meant to survive the destruction of their mech. When one crashes into your yard, however, you may as well help them.

why am I explaining Mech Pilot Care Guide? You already know what it is

[sapphicrot]

? Transfem Chasing Wind?

actually hold on wait ok yeah Iterators and gender is a whole ‘nother fascinating thing both because ROBOTS and RELIGIOSITY (plus I mean what else are you going to do for 20 thousand cycles OTHER than remake your body over and over again….

I mean this is actually an interesting subject that I should think about deeper but I’m tireeeddd

iterators and gender !!! yesss!! i really love the possibilities of how iterators could express their gender identities. are they just programmed with certain pronouns? do they start as a blank slate and choose as their personality develops? honestly we could go as far as to ask if their creators even had a concept analogous to gender as we understand it considering the magenta shaded citadel pearl mentions how Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel was a “Mother, Father and Spouse,” (Or maybe they were just a genderfluid fashion legend). BUT for the sake of this analysis I’ll just act like their views on gender are at least somewhat similar to our own.

Okay funnily enough Chasing Wind is literally the most Cis Guy I have out of all of them LMAO. Like if you asked him his pronouns he’d look at you funny and go “he/him, duh??”.

But tbh I feel like it depends on the iterator, much like how I talked about them being attached to their puppet. When they’re being built their creators just use a certain pronoun to reference them (Pebbles’ creators using he/him to differentiate him from Moon, etc), and once the iterator comes into their own they can either choose to keep said identity or use different ones etc. Hell, some might switch them up every couple dynasties just because they get bored. There isn’t really a physical component to their gender, since they all wear featureless cloaks and are. well. yknow. immobile buildings and probably don’t have any stereotypically gendered components. Unless only girl iterators have an abstract convergence manifold or some shit /j. So really it just comes down to personal preference.

One of the main reasons I hc that Sig uses he/she/it is because of the scarf thing, actually. It shows some level of aesthetic decoration being added to his puppet, going out of its way to accessorize and express itself through clothing. Also I feel like Pebbles uses he/him because during the concept/construction process of him, his creators needed a different pronoun to use so they could differentiate him from Moon. However Pebbles is also just SO trans to me idk.

Also side tangent but I also fucking hate the idiotic argument around Suns’ pronouns, people seem to act that nonbinary people can’t use binary pronouns (COUGH LIKE ME COUGH), and that nonbinary people MUST use they/them, like congrats yall just created a third gender binary. Not to mention, I bet that if any other pronoun was being used (like if people were using strictly xe/xem or smth rather than he/him), no one would care because those are “nonbinary” pronouns, everyone knows that nonbinary people never use binary probouns !1!!1 /s. The whole thing just feels so fucking exorsexist and it pisses me off.

Anyways that was a tangent. Ngl I hate theorizing about gender cuz it just eventually devolves into me being like “hey why is any of this fucking real” LMFAO like it’s all so ridiculous. Honestly I barely really consider their genders while designing them, I feel like most of my designs could use any pronouns and still feel right (The cunty eyelashes I give everyone probably helps in that regard).

I’ve kinda lost the plot here so I’m just gonna say trans iterators go crazy hard there should be more of them.

[hongluboobs]

oooogghhh hang on just a SECOND. "jade eye/hong lu as the jade in the cycle" is THAT why hong lu (translated as "precious jade") isnt called jia baoyu, the main character of his literary source, like everyone else is named after theirs???? i THOUGHT that was odd

ogghh i mightve just been slow on the uptake + didnt truly Realize until now but i GET it now. HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS EARLIER.

what does it mean what does it all mean....

(ask in reference to this post )

Thank you for your interest :)))

First off, I think you got them mixed up... Bao-yu does actually translate to precious jade :) he has that name because of the jade he's born with in his mouth. (precious= Bao jade=Yu)

About Hong Lu's name:

Here's a screencap from a prerelease promo saying it translates to "Great Jade"

Another fun name thing that i have to bring up or I will regret not doing so:

trans gender🏳️‍⚧️...

Hong Lu's name comes from the Chinese title of the book (hóng lóu mèng). I haven't fully cooked on this but him Being the book could mean any number of things. He's the only sinner named in this way and it's genuinely so fascinating to me.

I think we can consider one of the alternate titles for this book (The Story of the Stone) here. There's five proposed names for the novel, but the author died before picking a name so Dream of the Red Chamber is just one of five potential names for the book. The best english translation (for most people to read) chose that alternate title because the translator believed it suited the book better.

The Stone mentioned within that title is none other than the Jade that became/was Bao-yu. Within the story, the entire text of the novel was engraved onto the jade at its final resting point, which a monk copied down and brought into the world for publication. It's pretty unserious but classic novels LOVE frame stories the same way hong lu fans love over analyzing his five lines per canto

I do think there will be some kind of "ambiguously human" angle for Hong Lu. Project Moon LOVES exploring what it means to be human (looks at Angela) (looks at Nagel Und Hammer) (looks at. really anything they write) and what better character to explore that with than the one who is simultaneously human and inhuman within the source material!

I don't think it means Hong Lu couldn't be a straightforward-ish adaptation of Bao-yu or anything, but it was an Intentional choice by PJM to choose the name Hong Lu instead of going with Jia Bao-yu or even Bao-yu (there is a "mirror Bao-yu" within the book. it's very scary)

They could do so much with it if I'm being honest. He could very well be a mix of multiple characters within the book and we won't know til the canto drops or he says something incredibly telling :)

The jade is so fascinating to me. I can only really guess at what Hong Lu's deal is until canto 8 drops but theres SO MUCH to bite on oh my god. Project Moon please let me see all that shit early i PROMMY i won't tell anyone if you let me experience canto 8 ahead of time. please. sobbing crying I need to know what it all means!!!!

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Semi-Finals

[image ID: the first image is of the cover for the Hello from the Hallowoods podcast. it depicts the silhouettes of trees, and a large creature emerging from behind them. it's furry, with many red eyes, horns, large antlers, and a clawed hand raised up, as if waving at the viewer. above the creature, in the middle of a red gun sight, reads: "Hello." in red text. the second image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. end ID]

Diggory Graves

Convinced they only lost the deadguydeathmatch because not enough people knew about them. A bit of a Frankenstein's monster scenario. Uses they/them pronouns, is dating a ghost trans man. Despite their intimidating appearance they are lovely and would go to the ends of the Earth for their friends. Their arms are for hugs and their claws are for fighting

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

[postroesociety]

hi

I'm a trans minor w/ a uterus. I've seen a few posts saying to delete all period tracking apps/devices/services etc. and paper track. Is there any reason why? I use the free version of the period tracker "Stardust", because it also has the moon cycles. I'm not sure how well known it is.

So is there any reason why we should start paper tracking? Is it that there is actually a possible threat of people checking through your period apps? For what purposes?

Tysm. I think we're all struggling rn. I hope you're doing well <333

We'll get through this, I know we will.

-B

Hi!!! first of all, thank you for asking and second congrats on being the very first ask I got!

The main reason why people are saying we should delete period tracker apps is that these period tracker apps will often keep your data and if you were to get into trouble for receiving an abortion, then law enforcement would request your data regardless of its "anonymized" status or not. They would still be able to track it back to you and your identity.

Although there is always that reason there's a lot more. for example:

Most of these apps are considered lifestyle apps, which aren't protected by HIPPA laws.

companies can buy and use your private information

there is no legislation protecting you and your data

Stardust, however, does have an encryption code system that they use. Stardust said this in the caption of their most recent Instagram post:

"We keep your data safe by storing your contact information with third parties and storing your health data against a random account ID. This means that we do not link your health data to your real-world identity."

I personally use Stardust but I am still wary of using it and I'm not exactly sure if it would still be completely safe if you live in a state like Texas or Georgia, which has incredibly restrictive laws.

The reason people are urging others to go back to the brick-and-mortar calendar method is because of concerns about data leaks that could be used against you. More specifically, the data of your last period, your last ovulation cycle, among all the other aspects of your cycle can be studied to determine whether or not you may have been pregnant and received an abortion.

At the end of the day, it's gonna be up to you if you trust Stardust, but my advice would be to only use it if you're in a blue state with access to abortion, confident you will not get pregnant from a sexual partner (SA still can happen so be wary), and finally if you decide you can trust Stardust.

For anyone interested in how to track your period via the calendar method, I suggest you consult this article from Planned Parenthood..

And to B, thank you for asking this question, it's greatly appreciated. If you (or anyone else) have questions, concerns, or needs support, please don't hesitate to reach out to me in my dm's or through asks.

Sincerely,

Post Roe Society.