#you have to get a good base for all the kinds of biology before you can specialize

[thelastspeecher]

I am forever moderately amused by the fact that I have a biology degree but somehow wound up with a biologist OC whose specialty is not at all what mine is.

like, don't get me wrong, I love amphibians and reptiles. I used to volunteer for a summer camp where I got to show off amphibians and reptiles to kids and tell them all about the creepy crawly critters.

but my specialty is microorganisms. the macroorganisms I've done the most schooling in are invertebrates, in particular molluscs. which are not the purview of a herpetologist.

but character development just sort of happened and now I have a herpetologist OC.

[pandoraslxna]

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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: masturbation, praise, dirty talk, sexual tension

"Show me how humans do it. How you like it", you said, meaning to make it sound like this was for an educational purpose, but Spider had gotten this look in his eyes as he gave you a lazy grin and said, "Okay", yanking his loincloth off like being naked is the most natural thing to him. Like you’re the strange human that can’t bear a little skin and he’s the Na’vi. And then he sat down naked against a moss covered log, sprawled out like he owns the place, his dick hard against his stomach.

"Kinda like this", he begins to explain.

He doesn’t look embarrassed, you think, shifting in your seat, cross-legged with your back against a tree and still fully dressed. But somehow you’re the awkward one.

Your heart is beating too fast, your tail nervously thumping against the soft ground and this is all wrong. You shouldn’t fool around with a human, a demon, should’ve stayed curious and not ask him about the sky people’s biology which ultimately lead to questions about his dick and if it was retractable too and then somehow, eywa knows how, to you asking him to jerk off in front of you so you could watch. Your natural curiosity be dammed!

Spider shouldn’t be on display, way over there, sliding a hand down his bare stomach, over painted on stripes, to curl around the base of his cock. He shouldn’t be making you watch the way he rubs his thumb over the crown, the way his hips hitch into his fist and his face creases in a moment of pleasure.

You shift again, trying to get comfortable, and Spider smirks at you. There’s heat spreading in your core, an ache under your loincloth, and you untangle your legs to spread them, running a hand over the thin fabric between your thighs just to take the edge off. Spider watches, then gives his dick a squeeze from root to tip, arching his neck, and you can see the light gleam off a bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit. You swallow hard, dainty fingertips rubbing over the outline of your clit slowly.

"I like it slow", Spider says, huffing a little, and you’re not entirely sure if he was talking about himself or you, because his eyes are completely fixed on the way your run your fingers over your clothed cunt. "At first", he adds, then tugs at his cock, like he has a million years and you aren’t absolutely dying over here. He rolls his balls gently between his fingers with his other hand, pulls down slowly and lets a moan slip out.

You embarrass yourself a little by echoing it, but his cock seems to jump in sympathy. Then he jerks it a little faster, and you can’t help but pull your loincloth to the side, to insert two slender digits into your seeping entrance. Spider shivers at the sight.

"I like having my cock sucked", he says ever so nonchalantly, "like it when it’s messy, so—“ and then he sticks his tongue out and let’s spit fall onto his palm, before closing it around his shaft, coating it in the clear liquid. He’s rocking into the pleasure, just a little, and then works his fingers over the head of his dick, feeling it leak and pulse, and you nod. You’re listening.

"Fuck, that’s it”, Spider sighs, and he spreads his knees farther apart. His balls hang heavy and full between his thighs, and his dick -not retractable, by the way- is standing up big and hard from his fist, and your mouth is watering. You swallow again, rolling your hips up into your hand to try and get your fingers deeper inside, curling them a little higher and then you moan, loud.

"You good?", Spider chuckles, but there’s a strain in his voice, like he’s trying to sound calm and collected, but he’s not. Not by the pace he’s stroking his cock right now.

"Spider", you whimper, but you actually meant to say, this is crazy, just get over here and fuck me, but you kind of trailed off and whimpered instead. Your face is hot and you can feel sweat running down your spine, and your poor little clit is throbbing with your own heartbeat.

Spider’s hand is working faster and faster, slick with pre-cum and spit, sliding smoothly up and down his thick shaft. Every other stroke ends with a little twist of his fingers that rubs the underside of his cockhead, and he licks his lips as he stares at you, eyes open, gaze intent.

You can’t stand it any longer, the waiting, the watching, the wanting, and you can barely catch your breath.

"You’re gonna come, huh?", he chuckles, throwing his head back for a brief second, exhaling shakily, before he looks back at you again. "Yeah, and then I like– oh, fuck– I like it just fast and hard at the end, I like to, to fuck my fist, imagine it’s a pretty na‘vi girl sucking me off. Or bouncing on my cock. Fuck, you look good baby, gettin’ off on watching me."

"I’m not–", you start to say, but that’s stupid, because you totally are, and you’re so close it physically hurts to hold it back.

"Shit", he groans, his hand a blur, his face creasing in concentration, "I’m gonna come, oh fuck, I’m gonna–"

"Hmh, me t-too", you nod, rubbing your clit frantically. "Yes, fuck– ohh, fucking hell", Spider chants, fuck, fuck, fuck and then he comes.

You love the way his pink cock swells up hard and massive, the thick, sloppy spurts of cum, and the noises he makes as he kicks his hips up and shoots all over his belly, working himself through it with one hand still jacking his cock and the other clamped tightly around his own leg. His thighs work as he fucks his fist, muscles bunching, his abs rippling, and your own orgasm hits you like lightning shooting down your spine, soaking right through your loincloth, shuddering helplessly as you hump your palm, wriggling your fingers against your clit.

It takes an awful while for you to catch your breath after that, and while your gaze still seems unfocused and hazy, Spider already cocks his brow at you, proudly displaying his stamina as he gives a lazy stroke to his cum slicked and already half hard dick.

"Now that this question is out of the way", he starts, his lips parting into a sharp grin, "do you want me to show you how we humans fuck?"

[puddle-nerd]

Trust in Me

Summary: You finally get the reason out of your boyfriend, Lo’ak, why he’s put a stop to anything past second base. (Lo’ak/Female Human Reader)

Prompt #9 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Female Reader, Human Reader, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Friends to Lovers, Interspecies Relationship(s), Size Difference, Na’vi Biology, Hand Jobs, Begging

Author’s Notes: So, if anyone’s read my stories before, I usually wrote the male Avatars and Na’vi as having similar parts as humans (i.e. d!ck and ball$). This challenge in particular was for actually describing alien genitalia so I challenged myself… and used Bad Dragon as an idea base. If anyone’s interested, I used Sleipnir and (very, very loosely) Ky’el to write out my description, if you want some visuals – heavy on the Sleipnir – and threw in a knot for good measure.

Na’vi Translation:

Tweng — loincloth

Yawntu – loved one | lover | beloved person

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“I think we should stop.”

It was the same thing every single time.

You and Lo’ak had been friends since your twin brother had dragged you out into the Omatikayan forests and had you befriended the Sully children. Though, as a teenager, you technically got along more with Kiri, Lo’ak had always had a special place in your heart. When it came out that you mutually had a crush on the other, you had officially started dating. And it had been going good for the last seven and a half months but now in the last eleven days, any time you tried to do more than just some kissing or some light upper body groping, your boyfriend, your sweet, wonderful, usually enthusiastic boyfriend would suddenly put a stop to anything and everything sexual. He would draw away from you or literally pick you up and move you off of him since he was nearly twice the size of you. And the constant rejections were beginning to wound your pride.

“Do you… do you not… want me?” you asked quietly, drawing away from Lo’ak and looking up at him with distressed eyes.

The younger Sully son, still all long gangly limbs even at eighteen-years-old, jerked, his ears and tail twitching in alarm. “No, Mamas,” he immediately exploded, his voice rising high in offense. “No, I want you. Trust me. I do. A lot. I just…” You leaned forward and kneeled between his thighs, cupping his angular jaw in your hands which looked so much smaller when touching his beautiful sapphire skin. “I’ve seen your brother’s… stuff… and I don’t… I look… I look different. Alien… Weird… Freaky…”

You blinked and tried not to smile in relief.

It wasn’t you.

You hadn’t done anything wrong.

He was just worried.

“Lo,” you murmured softly, trying to contain you bemused grin, “I kind of figured you’d look a little different than anyone human.” His cheeks went a little purple in a blush and you leaned in kissing just above the pink tip of his nose. “How about…” you suggested softly, lifting the mask hanging around his collarbones, “you let me be the judge of what I can handle? Hmmm? I really want to see you, Lo’ak.” You leaned in, kissing the underside of his jaw, adding, “I really want to touch you.” He sighed behind the plastic as he sucked in carbon rich air and you moved to kiss up beneath his ear, one of his beaded braids resting against your temple. “I really want to pleasure you.” He groaned as you nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded, sighing, “You know I do, Mamas.”

“Then trust me now,” you begged him softly, pulling back and meeting his golden gaze with your eyes. “Please?”

Lo’ak smirked slightly and leaned in, kissing you once more. “Okay, baby, you win,” he replied.

The Na’vi sat back on your bed, making himself as comfortable as possible as he slowly, carefully undid his tewng, pulling it off and revealing his naked body to your gaze. You gazed curiously down at a slit on his pelvis where a human’s cock would be with a slight bulge on either side of the opening. Carefully, you reached out and caressed the fleshy bulge and finding it soft, like a hairless human scrotum would be, watching your boyfriend shiver, “Does it hurt?”

“No, no,” he quickly reassured you. “Feels good. And the more… the more I get aroused, the more I’ll come out.”

You nodded, adding, “It’s probably safer that way – more protected.” He nodded, remembering the few times Spider had gotten hurt between the legs during his growing years and had had to stop and recover. “Can I touch you like this?” You proceeded to gently run your finger along the slit, feeling a slight slickness that you would find on yourself when you decided to indulge in self-gratification. Your boyfriend hissed sharply and you looked up, to make sure it wasn’t a pain noise. Instead, you found him staring at you with pupils blown wide in his golden orbs, his jaw clenched in pleasure. “Good?” you asked, just for confirmation. He nodded instantly, tail twitching rapidly, ears swiveled towards you as he shifted his legs wider in encouragement. You lowered your gaze and touched him a little firmer.

A moan bubbled out of his pink lips at that and his slit began to open, revealing something pink within.

“That’s… that’s my cock, yawntu,” Lo’ak whimpered, his legs tensing slightly, “at least the tip of it. Gently… gently coax it out.” He sighed as you pressed your fingers into the top and bottom edges of his slit and caressed the crown, finding little nubs all over the pink head. He grunted as he began to slide out into the open blossoming under your careful strokes, his shaft slowly filling with blood as you ignited his lust with your tender ministrations. “Oh, fuck… Mamas, just like that.” You gulped as he continued to slide further and further from his sheath and thicken, revealing noticeable ridges decorating the underside of his length. And towards the base of his cock was a ring of flesh, slightly thicker with more of those little nubs. He must have noticed you staring because he added, “Neteyam’s mentioned it’s a knot, meant to make sure my mate will keep my seed inside longer and heighten the chance of pregnancy.”

You admitted, “I might… not… be able to take that, Lo. You’re already really thick.” He nodded, panting. He took another breath from his mask. “Can I keep touching you?” you asked.

Lo’ak nodded, murmuring, “Yes, please. You’re making me feel so good already.”

You beamed to yourself and settled your gaze back on him and barely managed to wrap your fingers around the tip. His cock seemed to emit its own lubrication so it made stroking your hand down to the base easier, though with how thick it got, well, it was going to take your body some training to get it to fit inside of you. And you repeated the movement.

Down… and up…

Down and up.

“Oh, baby,” Lo’ak whined, beginning to shift his hips into your touch, little aborted jerks of his pelvis as if he was fighting not to thrust into you like he wanted to do. “Please, please… can you… can you grip it harder? Please?” he begged. You complied, meeting his half-lidded gaze. “Just a little tighter. Oh, yes, yawntu, yes, j-just like that.” Your boyfriend clenched his jaw and hissed through his sharp teeth. You squeezed a bit more as you neared the base of him and he let out a cross between a rumbling growl and a whine causing wetness to pool between your bare thighs. “Oh, baby. Yes. Please, please, please.” An idea came to you and you shifted your weight to straddle his calf, the ridge of his bone giving you enough stimulation to grind against him and feel sparks of pleasure from each jolt of your hips. “Oh fuck, Mamas! Are you fucking yourself on my leg?”

You flushed but didn’t stop your hands or your panty covered pelvis. “Maybe,” you admitted, grinding down onto him harder.

Lo’ak’s tail lashed in arousal. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whined.

With renewed determination, you moved your hands even quicker, trying to make sure to keep squeezing him as his cock thickened further. Your slick leaked out of you and onto his shin through the now drenched fabric and made your movements even easier, if possible. You wanted to cum but you wanted to make this good for your boyfriend, too. And at this point, the tip of his cock was beginning to drip with pre-cum, a lightly blue bioluminescent glow emitting from the slick.

“So close, baby, please,” Lo’ak nearly sobbed, fucking himself up into your hands earnestly. You grabbed onto the swelling knot with one hand and stroked the ribbed underside of his shaft to the best of your ability with the other, squeezing as hard as you could.

That seemed to do the trick.

Lo’ak came with a loud, drawn-out grunt, throwing his head back into the wall as glowing blue cum spurted out of him, his knot swelling firmer and the ridges beneath flaring as if to assist locking his cock into place. Splatters of the stuff landed everywhere, your hands, your bedding, his thighs, your hair, his lower stomach, your face… At least it smelled pleasant. He sighed, bringing the mask up to his face once more and breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath and grinned down at you smugly.

“That’s even hotter,” he chuckled. “You’re gonna smell like me for days.”

You pouted up at him. “My turn? I didn’t finish.”

“Yeah, yawntu, definitely your turn.”

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Originally Posted: 22 December 2023

Word Count: 1,470

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[shirecorn]

What’s your favourite mlp species? Have you got any thoughts on kirins/niriks?

Request ponies, species, etc I havent done here

I am both a creature and character designer, so I have a lot of thoughts about MLP world!

Paradoxically, the non-pony species interest me less than the actual ponies, because they are all really solid and well done designs. There's not a lot I would reinterpret tbh, and drawing them would just be taking what they have and making them realistic.

The non-pony creatures tend to be more detailed because they are generally cameos and don't need to be animated doing nearly as much as ponies do.

Compilations by AndoAnimalia on deviantart

The kirins are really lovely designs! I love the ankle tufts, and how the stripes on the horns glow when using magic. Really nice creature design here.

The Nirik part was a little boring, and the plot/conflict was not sophisticated enough for my tastes. But it is a show for young children, not biology majors. Lots of room for worldbuilding and headcannoning lore to flesh it out, but I prefer something I can completely rewrite. The kirin lore was fine and I'm fine leaving it as-is.

Another good one is breezies.

I love them they look so stupid. Their wings are over the top but perfectly designed to sell the "piece of lint in the wind" delicateness they have.

as for my favorite creature?

Bug momma

I really love changelings and love how edgy they are.

The reformed changelings are decent but I would have designed them differently. I may take a crack at them later on if I feel the need. I feel like they should either be pony-adjacent (with manes at the very least) or further removed from ponies. this middle ground is kind of like having a bug monster alien that just happens to be bipedal, with humanoid shoulders, arms, and hands for no evolutionary reason (the reason is practical effects and putting a dude in a costume but shhh)

all this is about creatures though, and its very important to talk about character design whenever we discuss creatures. A character's personality should be the quickest read about them, rather than their biology. If something is too complex, the personality gets lost because you have to spend your details adding ankle tufts and articulated fingers.

The mane six, and basically all other ponies, use the same base puppet, and each unique part needs its own turnaround. Every prop and hairdo and eye shape needs to be understood from every possible angle because these are main characters and they need to be be able to turn, spin, and do karate without the animators having to make up the back of applejack's hat every time she faces away from the camera.

Having the same body means animators know how to draw both rarity and rainbow dash from a back 3/4 view with one hoof raised. So from a technical standpoint, simple is best.

Even in big budget productions, where every character has a different body with different close and face shapes, main characters are simplified so that the audience can quickly read pose and expression without getting lost in complex clothing designs or face makeup. Reading poses and expressions quickly is very important to understand and empathize with the character before they've moved to the next pose. You need to understand the emotion the character is feeling and the action they are doing in a split second.

you start to get more complicated and an entity becomes less of a character and more of scenery because it has so much detail its harder to read the emotions from one frame to the next.

There's a reason he doesn't wear his funny hat for the duration of the movie! It's much easier to read his emotions without it. Adding lots of detail and weird props is something designers do a lot when introducing a character if they want to make that character feel mysterious or "other" because its harder to relate when your brain is stuck on the details. also masks just do that by nature of being masks.

where was I going with this

My little pony g4 has great creature and character design.

If it were high budget, major studio with All The Money, there might be more variety in character proportions, and more distinction between the different pony species. But its a puppet animated show that was always meant to make marketable designs to be turned into toys. We just get lucky when there's a good story to tell along the way

[rasby]

Heeeey I loved your tattos HCs!

Do you have anything about what kind of HS/uni professor they'd be?

Hii! Omgg thank you 😭😭😭 this is really nice

I tried to write this with my limited knowlage of how American schools work (that i picked up from tv shows and cartoons). I'm from the Balkans and our schools are a bit different, so if there's anything inaccurate i apologise!! (Also this is based on highschool bc I'm in highschool)

Asra

• They would teach art

• One of the favourite teachers in the entire school

• None of the assignments they give are what the school board tehnically require, but they encourage creativity

• Also he has no care when it comes to grading so you can come to class with a roll of toilet paper and still get an A

• There is no learning in his class, it's more like an extended break

• I imagine they don't even show up half of the time

• It's a miracle they haven't been fired

• (The miracle is called Nadia)

Nadia

• As a teacher, i think she'd do history or geography

• But overall, she's definetly the principle

• If the school is short staffed, she can definitely multi-task

• As a teacher, she'd be very strict

• No talking, no whispering, no phones...really follows every rule

• And she's a little harsh on the grading too

• But it isn't hard to get a good grade if you listen to her lectures and take notes

• She's also very willing to help and really aims to teach

• If you ask, she'll find the time in her day to go over everything with you

Julian

• The obvious answer is chemistry and/or biology

• But i feel like his classes would be so much more

• He gets really immersed in teaching and he knows how to hold the students attention

• Half the time doesn't even notice the bell

• He's not a strict teacher by any means, but he does want everyone to learn

• When it comes to grading he's very flexible

• If he thinks you understand the subject, he'll give you a good grade even if it's not EXACTLY by the book

• Of course, he's open to helping students with his own subject but if you need help with other subjects, he's willing to help in that department too

• If you wanna get out of a class, just ask him about his day before he starts the lecture. He'll start rambling about random things until the class ends

Portia

• She would teach language and literature

• She's also very liked by the entire school

• Puts her whole soul into teaching

• Like there's no way you're coming out of her class uneducated

• She decorates her classroom and has a LOT of plants

• In fact, she probably takes care of most school plants

• And shows the janitors how to properly take care of them if she can't

• Teams up with Asra for most school projects and decorations

• Her classes are very calming but if she's really passionate about a certain subject, be prepared

• Will also ramble before class and talk to the students, but she's more focused then her brother

• Spends her breaks in the library or with the lunch ladies

• Also the type of teacher to bring snacks every day into the teachers lounge

• Honestly, everyone likes her

Muriel

• I'll be honest, I've been wracking my brain about this for so long but i cannot for the life of me see him as a teacher

• In pre school, maybe

• But with high-schoolers? No...

• I do see him as a janitor, however

• He'd be perfect for the job

• The kids wouldn't want to mess with him because he seems mean and scary

• (And because Asra can also be mean and scary)

• He's very fast and only focuses on doing his work as fast as he can

• He's tall, he's strong...you get my point

• He would definitely bring Asra lunch every break and they would sit and chat in his classroom or the Janitors closet (they don't mind the small space)

• Eventually, Asra introduces him to other teachers and they all become friends and welcome him into the teachers lounge

Lucio

• He's a PE teacher

• If you're in his class all i have to say is....good luck

• Most students skip his class

• EVERY class

• He will work you TO THE BONE

• He doesn't understand that high-schoolers can't compare to his professionally trained self and expects everyone to meet him at his level

• For a PASSING grade

• If you want a GOOD grade you'll have to impress him

• And before you think he should've been fired, that isn't possible

• HE'S FUNDING THE SCHOOL

• Nadia is aware of his..."teachings" but she can't do much about it

• With him gone, half the school goes too!

• Eventually everyone tells him to calm down and he does

• (But he's really passive agressive about it)

• The students forgive him cause he's hot

As always, if anyone wants to add on, please feel free!

[suzukiblu]

Guessing game: Farm

Context: a familial soulmates AU is happening to newly-decanted baby clone "Superman" and Ma and Pa "it's free alien baby" Kent.

The waitress comes back with the drinks and asks if they're ready to order, and then they have to actually read the menu. She leaves them to it. The Zesti does taste really good, but Superman has a hard time concentrating on the menu and barely resists the urge to glance up at Jonathan and Martha every five seconds.

"Oh, wait–can you read yet, kiddo, or do you need some help with that?" Jonathan asks with a faint frown as he glances up at him himself, and somehow the question doesn't sound judgmental at all.

Weird, Superman thinks again.

"Yeah," he says. "Um–Cadmus was educating me with information uploads. I didn't finish them, but I can read and write and do, like . . . well, some math, anyway. I got through trig and precalc, mostly. Uh, and some chemistry and biology. And, like, I can speak English and Spanish and a little Mandarin, and I know basic ASL. I don't think I'm actually as smart as they thought I was gonna be, though, some of it's kinda . . . confusing, to be honest? And they only ever showed me stuff once, I think they just thought I'd . . . you know, get it."

"You're two weeks old!" Martha says with an exasperated huff. "Those damn morons, you're gonna need a lot more than two weeks' worth of yellow sun before you're going to get the eidetic memory or the enhanced intelligence."

"The–what?" Superman blinks. Jonathan and Martha glance at each other, oddly, and then back to him.

"Superman had perfect recall," Jonathan says. "Hyperthymesia. A photographic memory, you might call it."

"Oh," Superman says, blinking again. "Uh–I didn't know that."

"I don't know how much most people ever thought about it, so far as his powers went," Jonathan says with a shrug. "Not quite as flashy as the heat vision or the flying. Actually it's a surprise you can fly this quick, come to think."

"I'm sort of . . . cheating," Superman mutters, ducking his head. "My Kryptonian physiology isn't developed enough to give me the real powers yet and they didn't know how long it might take for them to come in, so they sort of . . . there's like this . . . field, kind of, that the original Superman put off? Subconscious telekinesis, I guess. Skin-tight force field, basically. It's why bullets weren't ripping up his suit all the time and why he could, like, pick up a whole freaking bus or whatever one-handed and it wouldn't just break in half from the fucked-up–uh, the messed-up support. The field would just wrap around whatever he was touching and reflexively keep it together. So Cadmus just kinda . . . copied that and cranked it up to eleven, for me. So I'm telekinetic, kind of?"

"Huh," Martha says, looking a little puzzled. "You know, that never even occurred to me, but it certainly explains a few things."

"It only works when I'm touching something," Superman says, fidgeting uncomfortably and feeling kind of like . . . well, he guesses his powers not being the same as the original Superman's were yet isn't gonna disappoint the Kents, right? Like, why would they care? "It's tactile-based. But I can always use it on myself. So I can fly and pick up real heavy shit and hit like I've got super-strength and make it look like I'm invulnerable. No heat vision or ice breath or X-ray vision or, uh, eidetic memory, though. Or super-speed or super-senses."

And definitely, definitely no enhanced intelligence.

"So you mean you're going to be stronger than Superman was?" Martha asks with a little frown, and Superman . . . blinks.

"Uh . . . I don't think so?" he says uncertainly, not sure where she got that idea. "I don't know how the hybridization of my DNA will affect, like . . . any of the Kryptonian powers. They might turn out weaker than his were, since my genes are sort of already adapted for a yellow sun."

"I don't know, being primed to process yellow sunlight might make your powers end up stronger, on that logic," Jonathan points out reasonably. "Once you grow into them a bit, anyway. And either way you'll have the telekinesis enhancing your strength and invulnerability, and that might get stronger too. And, well, at least some hybrids have a tendency to turn out bigger and stronger than their parent species."

Superman tilts his head. Blinks a couple times.

"Huh," he says.

Well, there's a really freaking cool and absolutely fucking terrifying thought.

"How do you know all that?" he asks. "Are you a biologist or something?"

"I'm a farmer, son," Jonathan says wryly. "I'm talking about mules and wolfdogs."

"You're a farmer?" Superman repeats in absolute bemusement.

"We both are, dear," Martha says. "All our lives. We live out in Smallville, actually, we're just here visiting . . . well. Clark's fiancée. Her name is Lois."

"Where's Smallville?" Superman asks, still bemused.

"Kansas," Martha says. "We have a little farm out there. And . . . well, we'd very much like to take you in, obviously, though I don't know where you're staying right now."

"Just, like–wherever, right now," Superman says awkwardly, trying not to sound as pathetic as he's pretty sure he does even as he wonders how that's supposed to be "obvious". He's not, like, a little kid or anything. It's not like he can't take care of himself. "Like, it's not really . . . just wherever."

Jonathan and Martha glance at each other. Superman feels embarrassed. It's not like it matters where he's staying, and like, he'll find a place, eventually, just . . . he hasn't quite figured out how to do that yet. That's all.

Cadmus, unfortunately, did not prepare him to ever live . . . well. Outside of Cadmus.

"Would you like to visit, at least? Take a look around?" Jonathan offers. "It's not too far a flight from Metropolis."

"Um . . . maybe," Superman says, really not sure what he'd ever do on a farm of all places. Like, in what way is a farm a "Superman" kind of place to be?

Though he guesses it'd be politer than making Jonathan and Martha come to Metropolis. And if they actually . . . if they really want to see him . . .

He could swing by sometimes, that's all. He guesses he'd have to be careful about doing it because probably the Kents aren't gonna want anybody to know they're his soulmates, given the whole "being civilians" thing. Maybe he can just . . . just pretend to be . . . he doesn't know, exactly? Just–maybe some random distant relative or something. Maybe they have some cousins or whatever. Or just . . . something.

Superman actually has no idea how many people hang out with their extended family members like that, to be honest, but it's the best idea he's coming up with right now.

[lets-try-some-writing]

If tfa and prime met what would happen

Short answer: Lots of adoption on TFP Optimus's part.

I don't really feel like deep diving into all the characters individually since I have a plan for an au based on this general idea, so I will try to keep things fairly concise.

In regards to both Primes meeting, it would likely be very respectful. TFP Optimus would respect the hell out of TFA Optimus for holding his own and doing so much at such a young age. And TFA would similarly be in awe of TFP Optimus for his skill, power, authority, and the fact that he is practically a demi-god by nearly any standard. TFP would do his best to train and guide his younger counterpart and silently begin gathering up adoption papers the moment he finds out about TFA Optimus's past. What's one more sparkling anyways? TFP Optimus already has half a dozen of both Cybertronian and human origin. Oh and then would you look at that! All the other TFA bots are suffering from something and need a dad! Where did those additional adoption papers come from? Who knows!

The Ratchets meeting would be less than exemplary. They would still respect each other, but their meeting would quickly turn into a match to determine which of them is better than the other. They would compare circumstances, throw their respective pasts and achievements at the other like live grenades. And they would also debate heavily on their differing medical knowledge, leading them to get into an actual brawl over T-cogs until they realized that differing biology is the only thing causing their argument. There would also be a degree of anger as TFP gets on TFA's case about their government (not that TFA Ratchet disagrees that Cybertron's government is awful, he just doesn't like listening to a much more maintained version of himself saying it).

The Bumblebees would have an... interesting meeting. Their differences would be a bit much to make them respect the other in the way that the Optimus's do. But they would get along well enough and develop a friendship nearly right off the bat in response to TFA's excitableness and TFP's competitiveness. The roads would be completely covered in tire markings by the time their meeting comes to an end. TFP doesn't like leaving a challenged unmet and TFA is in his own words "the fastest thing on wheels".

The Bulkheads would get along fine. TFA would be happy to simply sit and discuss the woes of having to look after a human child with TFP would would strongly agree. A good chunk of their meeting would revolve around sharing their respective hobbies, experiences, and their differing ways of handling children. TFP would find TFA's artistic abilities amazing since he has always considered himself unable to perform such artistic pursuits due to his size.

The Ultra Magnus's would hate each other immediately simply because of vibes. TFP would hate his counterpart for being such an aft to everyone and running the most corrupt government he has seen since before the war. And TFA would hate TFP because "What the pits are you doing running a team of mongrels and serving under a mere Prime?". The miscommunication would be increadible as neither would be fully willing or capable of explaining things to the other. In the end their meetings would turn into the most passive aggressive debate known to Cybertronian kind.

The two Decepticon factions would hate each other on principle. The TFA Decepticons would be disgusted at the lack of any and all honor and TFP would hate the idea of competition and weakness among their counterparts. It just wouldn't end well.

As for the bots whose counterparts would be too far away or nonexistent? They would have a grand old time causing chaos and watching both their worlds turn upside down due to the meeting of their universes.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: foresthearts! @kiaramori has 11 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and 7 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @kiaramori:

Suspended Bridges

Consensual Catfishing

Just Because You've Done It Before Doesn't Mean You'll Do It Better

In My Head (I See a Supercut of Us)

finding a cozy place in you

I read her first Steddie fic (Suspended Bridges) as it was updating and I fell in love!! The world building and plot in that fic, compared with the writing make it absolutely irresistible. I've been reading all of her fics since then and there have been no misses! Every single one is incredible. Can't recommend them enough ❤️❤️ -- anonymous

Below the cut, foresthearts answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I heard that a lot of times when people ship things, it’s a character they project onto with a character they’re attracted to. I find that I feel both things towards Steddie: I can somewhat project onto both of them to a degree, and then I also find them both pretty attractive. So it’s the best of both worlds (lol). I also think that both Steve and Eddie are at this really cool point in their life. After high school there’s a lot of self-discovery. Finding your own independence, figuring out who you are, deconstructing the messages you were raised with, finding your path…I think that’s a really cool time to write about.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

One of my favorite tropes for this pairing is Kas!Eddie. I really like fics where Eddie is a vampire, they’re great. Another favorite trope with these two is idiots-to-lovers. I love the way both these guys can be dumbasses for different reasons.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I think miscommunication (in a playful way, not so much an angsty way) is a favorite for me. Especially oblivious!Steve. Anything I can do to maneuver Steve into a slutty little outfit and have Eddie thirsting over him, I love it. Especially when Steve has no clue Eddie is thirsting over him. I think I have that in almost every single fic I write.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I have so many, it’s hard to list just one. “Sub-culture” by palmviolet was the first Steddie fic I read, so it has a special place in my heart. I’d also say “Rock of Ages” by BoudicaMuse and “You’re Divine” by OonionChiver. One I’m reading currently is called “House of Pain” by mynameis152. It features Steve and Eddie in a group home, and I really like the exploration of both of their characters.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I have a fic I’ve half-written with Merman!Eddie and Grad Student in Marine Biology!Steve (extremely loosely based off the chinese novel Desharow Merman). I think that’s one I’d love to explore in more depth.

What is your writing process like?

My process usually starts with daydreaming up a certain scene. Then, I’ll kind of expand it from there. Sometimes, I’ll take notes or write short outlines at night to get my thoughts down. Then, I’ll usually write a first draft. Something that’s pretty stream-of-consciousness. I don’t worry about it sounding good. Then I’ll delete most of my first draft and start over with a second, keeping only the parts I like the most.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I’m not sure if other people do this, but I think a quirk of mine is how much I’ve come to enjoy rewriting things. It’s not unusual for me to write half a chapter, delete the whole thing, and then start over again. I find that I typically like the second draft a lot better than the first. When I was younger, it was such a struggle to delete things and start over. It felt like I was erasing all my hard work. But now, I just see it as part of the process.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

This is a funny question for me because my favorite way to do things was definitely how I did Suspended Bridges. I had about 80% of the plot written before I posted anything, and as I posted each chapter, I could comfortably go back and edit each chapter/add foreshadowing/add substance to the fic before posting it. But I haven’t done it that way since then; now I pretty much post things as I write them.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I think I’m most proud of Suspended Bridges, partially because it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written, so I’m pretty proud of the work that went into it. I also am pretty proud of Just Because You’ve Done it Before, Doesn’t Mean You’ll Do It Better. It’s my most recent one, and I can feel myself growing as a writer as I write it.

How did you get the idea for Suspended Bridges?

Suspended Bridges is really an amalgamation of a lot of different pieces of inspiration. I think at the time, there weren’t a ton of omegaverse fics out for the pairing. I had a lot of omegaverse headcanons for the characters and how they would fit into an alternate season four. Since there weren’t a lot of fics out at the time, I figured if I wanted something that was so specific (canon divergence, Steve being a secret omega, life-saving mating bonds, etc) then I was going to have to write it myself.

When writing Suspended Bridges, what was something you didn’t expect?

I’d have to say 1. the writing process, and 2. the reception. Firstly, it was a really unique fic for me in that it was so easy to write. It felt like the words just flowed out of me. I wrote the first 60,000 words of it largely on my phone while on vacation. I just couldn’t stop writing. It was more than I’d ever written in one sitting before. Secondly, I was not expecting the reception it got at all. It is far and away the most popular thing I’d ever written, and I was so floored at the amazingly kind comments people wrote and the way it was able to resonate with so many people.

What inspired Just Because You've Done It Before Doesn't Mean You'll Do It Better?

I really like Time Travel Fix-Its, they’re one of my favorite types of fics. I watched this clip where a comedian was talking about how if he went back in time, he’d be effectively useless. And I thought to myself, “what would it be like to have someone go back in time and kind of mess things up even more?” which is what inspired this fic. Steve’s back in season 1, trying to change the past so that things can go better…but it’s a harder job than he expects. There’s a lot that he doesn’t know, and his assumptions about the world can often cloud his judgment.

What was your favorite part to write from Consensual Catfishing?

I think my favorite part was just all the little internet references. Consensual Catfishing was really fun to write because it was a bit of a love letter to my own fandom experiences. My favorite part might’ve been in chapter 1 when we see the clip of the 1DxY/N fic parody. I was laughing pretty hard as I wrote that. I also just liked all the little clips of Hellfire’s DnD podcast. I really enjoyed writing their friendship.

How do/did you feel writing In My Head (I See a Supercut of Us)?

Uh…horny? Haha Supercut was one of the most explicit fics I’d written and so sometimes I would kind of post it while blushing bright red haha. It was fun, though. I think comedy is a bit of a niche for me. I really like to write stuff that makes me laugh, and Supercut was definitely that. Steve’s first fantasy he gets dragged into cracks me up every time.

What was the most difficult part of writing finding a cozy place in you?

I think the hardest part was just making it short. I suck at writing one-shots, I typically like leaning into the conflict of the story and making some elaborate worldbuilding. But this one I wanted to be soft and sweet, to feel a bit like curling up on the sofa with a warm cup of tea. It was a different vibe than I usually write, so it definitely stretched me.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I think one of my favorite scenes is in Suspended Bridges, when I rewrote the fight against Vecna. There were a lot of powerful moments: Max, Dustin and El all standing up to Vecna at various moments, Steve playing Dustin’s song to stop his possession….then the life-saving bond right after that. That was definitely a highlight for me.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Right now I’m mainly looking at my current projects, rather than any future ones. If there’s one I’d promote, it would be “Just Because You’ve Done it Before, Doesn’t Mean You’ll Do It Better” It’s an omegaverse time-travel fic, where a gruff alpha Steve goes back into his season 1 (unpresented) body. He wants to change the past, save Barb, and get Nancy back, but there’s a lot he doesn’t know. And things get pretty off the rails when he presents as an omega in the new timeline.

Thank you to our author, foresthearts, and our anonymous nominator! See more of @kiaramori works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[familyvideostevie]

can you write some eddie munson agreeing to be tutored by the reader after season 4 only for him to not be able to focus cause he's got a raging crush on the reader and she teases him because it's so obvious?

thank you for waiting for this! eddie is cute and he is going to graduate bc he deserves it, me and eddie are both bad at math we are soulmates (prequel blurb here) <3 | 1k, fem!reader, fluff

"When I agreed to tutor you I didn't think you'd spend most of it staring at me," you say lightly. Eddie is sat across from you at your kitchen table and he's just looking at you, chin in his hand as you grade his practice math final. He flushes a little, but doesn't pretend he's not staring. It's been like this for months, and you try not to call him on it out of fear that he'll stop.

"Can't help it! You're just so pretty. And much better to look at than calculus worksheets." He's grinning, his cheek smushed where it rests in his palm, eyes wide and full of mirth. It's nice to see him looking this way -- well rested, pleased, not in pain. When you'd started tutoring him, he'd just gotten out of the hospital after the strangest few days Hawkins had ever seen. But whatever happened was over now, and Eddie was innocent, and he was determined to graduate. When you were asked to help out, you didn't hesitate to say yes.

So, even when he makes you blush like this, you don't engage, because you are committed to getting him that diploma. You know how much it actually means to him.

"Did well on this one, Eddie," you say, sliding the paper back to him over the table, a red 86% scrawled on the top. "Nice work." His ring-clad hand reaches out to pick it up, and he looks at it with an indecipherable expression before chewing on his lip and looking back at you, no trace of flirt this time.

"I have to be honest," he says, softly, without the joking undercurrent you so often hear in his voice, "I didn't really have hope this was going to work out."

"Eddie," you jump in, trying to be firm. "Come on. You're smart, and I know you want this. You've been doing so well!" You feel a little worked up, honestly, because you hate when he doubts himself. So many people have doubted him and he has been through so much and while you're just now finding yourself in the Eddie Munson orbit you don't want to leave it. Because he's unlike anyone you've ever met before.

"No, I know," he sighs. He taps his fingers on the table, probably to whatever song has been stuck in his head this whole time, never one to sit still. "You've told me a million times. And I hear you, I swear." He grins a little at how much you want to stick up for him. "It's just hard to believe it's almost over and I might actually do it."

"You will do it. It's just your finals now. And we don't have to bother studying much for English because we both know it is your best subject when you actually go to class." He laughs, shaking his head at you.

"Hey! I got a B on my last history paper too, don't forget!" How could you? He'd found you in the hallway immediately after he got it back and picked you up and spun you around, right there in front of everyone. You'd blushed through your entire biology lab.

"Yeah, you did, Eddie," you say. You can't help the smile that sneaks onto your face. Eddie, for his part, can hardly take it. How good it feels to have someone believe in him so easily, how kind you are, how determined. You barely knew each other before this, and here you are, helping him graduate after the worst experience of his life just because you wanted to.

"Now, it's just math," you say, back to business. "I know we can shoot for a pass based on this practice, but let's not kill ourselves over it, okay?" You shuffle through your papers, looking for one of his past assignments, but Eddie is quiet.

"Hey," he says. He's more serious than before, and when you look up at him his eyes are on his hands, fingers tugging at his watchband. "I'm sorry for all the...flirting. It it's too much, even though you're nice about it. I know you're working hard to help me outside of your regular life."

Your mouth falls into a confused "o" and you reach across the table to grab one of his hands. He looks surprised at the contact, but curls his fingers around yours. You like him flirting with you and you usually flirt back, just a little. You just want him to graduate, and he's never actually addressed the flirting before and how much you know he likes you. But you can tell, and you like him too, this kind boy who has been to hell and back and is still good.

"I don't mind it. I like it, can't you tell?" You squeeze his hand. "I'll even go on a date with you. After you graduate. Because I know it means a lot to you and I want you to focus." He's grinning now, bouncing in his chair a little. He was pretty sure you liked him, but how sure can a guy really be?

"You think I can't do both? Graduate and date you?" He's joking, mostly. You roll your eyes and take your hand back, and he makes a noise that is so endearing you feel something in your chest constrict and you are griped with the sudden urge to hug him.

"I'm sure you can, Eddie, but I think giving you some extra motivation never hurts. Plus it's only two more weeks. You just have to get through finals, which I know you will."

"But I've had a crush on you for like, months," he whines, running his hands through his hair like you're stressing him out.

"If I can deal with my crush, you can deal with yours." You feel a little bold now that the truth is out, plain and simple, and you wink at him. He clutches his chest like you're causing him pain.

"So, just to clarify here, I can take you on a date after I graduate?" You hand him another math test and he takes it without looking at it, eyes locked on your face.

"Yes," you tell him. He relaxes back into his chair and picks up his pencil.

"First thing I'm gonna do after I flip Higgins the bird, baby." Your cheeks heat, and you wonder if you're just going to be blushing for the rest of forever because of this boy.

"Calculus first, though," you remind him.

"If you say so." He sends you a wink of his own.

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[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Just last year Namjoon hated Y/N but here he was getting flowers for their anniversary. Sometimes, he doesn’t feel like he’s worth her love...

♡ Paring: Established relationship; Namjoon x Reader 

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: Established relationship, Scientist! Namjoon, Head Scientist! Reader, insecurities, angst, serious Namjoon, autistic and carefree reader 

♡ Based on the one-shot; Scientist 

“You said the purple roses, sir?”

Namjoon blinked his eyes and let out a nervous laugh, “Yes, sorry.” 

“No worries.” 

Namjoon watched the florist go in the back as he stared down at his shoes with a frown. It’s been a year since he’s been with Y/N and things have been great. There were moments when things were hard, especially since Namjoon didn’t truly understand autism. Sure, he understood the biology of autism but he didn’t understand the emotions part. Everything was new. Brand new. 

He never admitted to anyone that he was scared because this was something he knew he had to face. He wanted to be with Y/N but there were moments that he felt like he wasn’t worth it. He hated Y/N for so long and treated her like shit, how could she love him? What did she see in him? Yoongi told him that it was just his guilty conscience talking to him but this was much more . He may be a genius to everyone but to him, he was just an idiot with complexed feelings.

“A dozen purple roses, sir.”

“Thank you so much, have a good night.”

He bowed to the florist and made his way to his bike with heavy thoughts. He placed the flowers into his basket and sighed before riding away. Tonight is supposed to be perfect but why did it feel the opposite? 

“Jooonnniiiieeee!!” 

He let out a laugh and put his helmet on his seat. He turned around and was met with arms around his waist, “Y-Y/N, what did I say about running up to me like that? You can get hurt.”

“I don’t care, I miss you.” 

She looked up at him with her chin resting on the top of his stomach. He shook his head and leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead, “I care though.”

“Jin, made us dinner. I tried cooking but I burned it and Jin didn’t trust me anymore. So....”

He continued to stare down at her as she rambled about dinner and he smiled softly. The way her face shifted to express every emotion she was feeling and the way her eyes had a small sparkle in them, was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He’s worked with substances that sparkled under the light, even substances that exploded but nothing compared to Y/N’s eyes. Without thinking, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips. 

When he pulled away her eyes blinked and looked away from Namjoon, “Surprise attack...”

He gently smacked her butt and let out a small chuckle, “I have something for you.”

“Ohh!?”  He let go of her and she waited with excitement. He pulled out the purple roses and she clapped her hands at them, “Wow, purple roses. I didn’t even know they were in season. Usually its-”

“Y/N, baby, let’s go have dinner.” (He knew if he didn’t say anything, they were going to spend all night outside.)

She nodded her head and took the flowers out of his hands. She brought the delicate petals to her nose and took a deep sniff. They smelled fresh but somehow they smelled like Namjoon. She smiled gently and looked up at him, “I love them, thank you.” 

“N-No worries.” 

The couple went up to her apartment and the thoughts suddenly hit him again. Y/N was so kind and loved him, she didn’t even care that he burned her pan that one time. This whole year was filled with him making mistakes and her just laughing and saying no worries. A year. That’s a long time. Will she want to be with me longer? I want to stay with her, I love her, I really do-

“Namjoon, the doors opened. Do you want to stay outside?”

He quickly shook his head and gave her a quick smile, “No, sorry got lost in my thoughts.”

“About?” 

He walked inside and stopped taking off his shoes midway, shit. He looked up at her to see her face draped with curiosity. He sighed and shook his head, “It was nothing.”

“Well, obviously that’s a lie. When a person stays quiet like that and then says it’s nothing, it is a clear indication that you're lying. So, what’s wrong?” 

“Y/N, I don’t want-”

“If you don’t talk about then it’s going to continue-”

“Y/N, I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.”

Namjoon let out an angry puff of air out as Y/N took a step back at the sudden loudness. He cursed at himself in his head and quickly took off his shoes. He ran towards her and brought her into him, causing her to drop the roses. Namjoon held her tight as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to cry. Y/N wrapped her arms around her waist and quickly relaxed in his strong arms, “Joon...talk.” 

He felt his lip quiver at her soft voice and held her tighter, “Let’s stay like this for a while...please.” 

“O-Okay.” 

After ten minutes, they moved to the couch and Y/N sat there staring at Namjoon. Not so sure what to do in this situation but Jin always told her to ask if they're okay and then see what happens from there (She obviously knew when someone was sad, she just didn’t know what to do or how to make them feel relatively calm). She took a deep breath and looked at Namjoon who was staring at her carpet with a blank expression, “Namjoon, are you okay?”

He sighed and roughly ran his fingers through his hair before looking up at her, “Why are you with me?”

“What?”

“Why are you with me? I mean, Y/N, I literally hated you for such a long time and now I’m with you...How could you forget that pain I’ve caused you?”

“Y-You hated me?” 

Namjoon saw her face twist into hurt and he wanted to punch himself in the face, “N-Not hate (lies), dislike. I treated you badly.”

“Namjoon, I never noticed you disliking me fully. I had my suspicions but I never let myself think you hated me.”

“But why-”

“Because I see you. I saw you as this genius that loved his job but then I got to know you. When we had dinner at Yoongi’s brothers restaurant I saw a side of you that I fell in love with, you listened to me. Jin was always the one that listened to me besides family of course but it was different with you. You came into my life just and changed everything. I’m not always good at expressing my feelings but I do try to showcase them...Namjoon I love you because you made me feel like there was nothing wrong with me, you made me feel normal...well normalish.” 

He stared at her with wide eyes and was flabbergasted. He wasn’t expecting this at all, he was just expecting them to eat dinner together and watch a movie. Not this. She got up from her seat and sat on the coffee table in front of him. She gave him a quick smile, a smile that made his heart flutter, “Namjoon, you gave me a new adventure. An adventure that I didn’t think I would ever be on because I mean, I’m difficult. I love you for you, even your flaws. You don’t really talk about your deep feelings, only surfaced level. That’s not fair to me. The more you hold it in, the more it's going to build up. Like a chemical reaction, you know that topic well.” He let out a small laugh and shook his head at her. She grabbed his hands and kissed his knuckles, “I love you, Kim Namjoon. I really do.”

“And I love L/N Y/N. I really do.” 

“Do you feel better?” 

“Yes, I do...” 

“Can we eat now? I’m so hungry.” 

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead as he let out a deep chuckle, “Yes, we can eat.”

[alectricblue]

Saw this tag game on another post and thought I'd do it (idk if I've done it before, maybe something similar, but my answers will be different anyway)

1. Were you named after anyone?

Nope My chosen name (Allister) however, is from a youtuber who has a very cool name and I stole it (Alasdair Beckett-King, very funny videos and he has great hair too). I adapted it a bit so people in Spain would at least have an idea of how to pronounce it at first glance (hopefully) It has nothing to do with any Crowley (which I did not realize was a thing until recently), tho for a bit I named myself AJ like Good Omens Crowley, but I don't like how it sounds in Spanish...

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last month probably

3. Do you have kids?

No. And I don't want any. I don't dislike them, but it's not for me

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Judo, karate and football (the indoors kind). All as a kid/teen. Now my brother and I walk every week day and go up and down stairs (when we remember...) One day I want to try to go to a gym to get some muscle, but not too much, just a bit of definition. Also, I'd enjoy doing rock climbing, but not competitive climbing or anything like that

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Irl: the way they move their face and hands when they speak, which then I subconsciously use to recognize people, bc I'm a bit face blind Online: the way they choose to express themselves

7. What's your eye color?

Gray/light blue on the outside and artichoke green/lime on the inside

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both, but I'd rather watch a happy ending. For scary things I prefer to watch Markiplier's scary games videos

9. Any talents?

I'm VERY good at jigsaw puzzles

10. Where were you born?

East of Spain, by some of the best Mediterranean coasts 😁. I enjoy it here, but one day I'd like to live in the UK, at least for a bit, I think I'd like it there

11. What are your hobbies?

Listening to music, singing, making art (crafting, building, drawing, painting, writing, ...), watching media (shows, panel shows, youtube, twitch), video games (rhythm/dancing, platformer, puzzle... Also minecraft, powerwash sim, potion craft...), going for walks, exercise, learning languages (especially English) If I had any good ones close, I'd go to theatres and museums too. And, if I had money, I'd travel. I'm also slowly learning about taking care of plants

12. Do you have any pets?

Not yet. I'd love to have dogs, cats, frogs, snakes... or anything really. I love animals. But I think cats and frogs would be the best fit for me, considering my personality and current lifestyle I've always wanted a dog, but I've only had a turtle and a hamster

13. How tall are you?

1.63m or 5’3”

14. Favorite subject in school?

Biology and technology

15. Dream job?

Anything that pays me enough to be independent and let me do all my hobbies Although, if I ever have the patience, base skill, and required mental fortitude, I'd go for general robotics and/or prop making (for film and/or theatre)

No pressure tags in no particular order (I tried to tag as many people as I could, but apparently there's a tag limit 😅):

@swamp-communism @they-thespian666 @strongsuits @skelesona @shinekittenace @yeetmewithachainsaw @rockium-z @gordonzola-ramen @vampireopossum @libraryfag @frostytheduck @tetostar @xyrnys @normalscientist @dolltwink @anxi0usgh0st05 @piersgender

@mettatonsass @sinfulauthor @flaretheidiot @sneebles-mcgee @pivotallemonade @aroace-genderfluid-snake @monstrousmaws @satanic-leaf @virtualunease @villowrose @handrazedsun @ceiltheoutcast @atroph1k @entropy-sea-system @abby-cat99928 @maroroque @galaxgay

@realyfroggyfrog @angrysheep @llamaflower @ultrabean @sea-salt-sky @queerestqueertoeverqueer @crowleys-queen @foolishlovers @cassieno @crowleys-hips @argylepiratewd @trianglebird4 @sugarplumanderson @underlilithswings21 @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @healingmyinnerteen

and anyone else that sees this, consider yourself tagged!

[acriminalmind]

After Class

Virgin!WandaMaximoff x Teacher!MaleReader

Summary: Your favorite student asks you to help her with a problem she has.

Warnings: fluff, smut, pet names, praise, soft sex, slight manipulation, Virgin Bottom Wanda, Top reader, legal age gap (Wanda is 20, reader is 30), daddy kind, oral (R receiving), anal, slight fingering, marking, bondage, chocking.

Tell me if I missed any

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"Mr. Y/L?N?" Looking up from the papers you were grading you see Wanda Maximoff, one of your students standing in front of your desk, "Yes, Ms. Maximoff, how can I help you?" "I have some questions about last week's homework. Can you help me with them?" "Of course. Can you come to my office after school?" A small smile was placed on the woman's face, "Yes, that would be great." Before she walked out of your lecture hall she waved at you. It was wrong to think about one of your students in the way you were doing, but you couldn't help it. She was something else. As long as it were just thoughts nothing was wrong. Right? The bell rang signaling for you that soon your lecture hall was gonna stream full of tired students, waiting for the end of the day to come.

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The bell finally rang and you stood up from your chair to stand by the door and say goodbye to your students, wishing them a great weekend. Quickly you packed your stuff and walked to your office on the other side of the campus. When you arrived you saw that ms. Maximoff was already waiting. You greeted her and let her go into the office first. "Please, take a seat." When you both were seated she took out her biology books from her backpack. She looked for the right pages and places the book on the desk in between you. The subject of last week was sex education. There was a lot of giggling going on during the entire lesson. You also remembered ms. Maximoff was the only one paying attention to what you were trying to say.

"How can I help you ms. Maximoff?" Her face went a little red for some unknown reason, "I don't understand it, Mr. Y/L/N." Confusion washed over you at that, "What don't you understand? I need you to be a little more clear." you gave her a reassuring smile. "I don't understand how people do...it." Your eyes widened at her question and you started to stammer a little bit, not knowing what to say to her. "My friends talk about it sometimes and how great it is, but I don't know anything about it because...well, I've never done it with someone." "I-I don't know how I can help you with that...problem?" Wanda stood up from her chair and walked towards you. She turned your chair towards her and straddled your lap. While she was playing with your tie she says with an innocent tone in her voice, "I want you to help me. I want you to take me like you secretly always wanted to." "I- I don't know what you're talking about." The sweet smile on her face was replaced with a devilish grin. "I've seen how you've been looking at me in classes while you think I don't notice it. I can feel your hard cock underneath me, begging to be released. I know you want me. I want you too. Please...Daddy." That last word made all doubts you had disappeared and turned your eyes dark. You grabbed her throat and squeezed her throat a little. "You want daddy to fuck you, huh? You need to earn it first, princess. Get on your knees." She glided off of you onto the ground, while you unzipped your pants and pulled out your cock. Her eyes were full of lust at the sight. "Show me what a good girl you can be. Suck my cock." You didn't have to say it twice. She carefully grabbed your cock with her hand and started licking the base. The taste of your pre-cum made her moan. She stroked you for a bit longer before she took your entire length into her mouth, making her gag a little at the new experience. Grabbing her hair in your hand you start to move her head up and down. Her hands moved to cup your balls. The feeling made you release a moan. It's a good thing that the walls of your office are soundproof and that you locked the door. What would your colleagues think when they walked in? You imagined your asshole colleague Vision walking in. The thought made you smile devilish and made you thrust up your hips, pushing your cock more into Wanda's mouth. You would have loved to see his virgin ass face walking in on you fucking the sweetest girl on campus in your office. You felt yourself reaching the edge, "Don't stop, baby. You're doing so well. I almost don't believe you've never done this before." Her tongue starts to twirl around your shaft, making your cock throb, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Take what I give you. I will reward you dearly if you don't waste a drop." You spurted your load into her mouth, filling it up. She swallows all of it and licks her lips afterward while holding strong eye contact with you. "Good fucking girl. Now, take off your clothes and bow over the desk."

Taking off your belt you use it to bind Wanda's hands together on her back. You take a second to admire her beauty behind before you give one of the cheeks a soft slap, making the vet of her ass rimple. Her bared breasts are pushed against the cold wood of your desk, making her shiver. You slide your finger through her fold, feeling the wetness. "Look at this, baby. Already so wet for daddy." You play with her needy pussy a little while longer, making her whine. You spread the wetness of her hole. "I'm gonna make you feel so full, princess. I'm warning you though, it may feel a little painful at the beginning but once you've let me in it will make you see stars." "Please, daddy. Fill me up. I need you so bad." You grab her hips and shush her, "Quiett, princess. Daddy is gonna make it all better." Slowly you slide into her, giving her all the time she needs to adjust. You don't want to hurt her too much. When you're fully in you give her a moment. "Tell me when you're ready, princess." A few tears stream over her face at the intense full feeling in her behind, which you sweetly kiss away. "You can move, daddy. I'm ready." Even though she says she's ready you go slow in the beginning. "You're so tight, baby. Gripping me good. I can barely move." While you thrust into her at a slow pace you kiss her back, leaving small hickeys. "Daddy, please. Fuck me harder. I can take it." You increase your pace. Your desk creaking underneath the weight and force, but you don't care. You hoist her upper body up against yours, grabbing her throat in one hand while circling circles on her clit with the other. You leave small lovebites on her neck. "D-daddy, feel so good, so full. I-I'm gonna cum. Please, can I cum?" Even though you wanted to ruin her for a bit longer for her bratty behavior earling, you wanted to make her feel good because it's her first time. "Cum for me, princess. Drown my cock in your juices. Show me how good daddy makes you feel." Your words throw her over the edge. She lets out a loud moan and squirts all over your cock. Her legs shake underneath her and you hold her by her waist to keep her up. You keep thrusting into her hunting down your orgasm. When you're there, you fill her hole up with your seed. "How is my good girl feeling?" A pant leaves her mouth, "I feel so good. Thank you, daddy." "Don't worry about it, darling. I've been dreaming about this moment for a long time now. I'm glad you wanted it to and gave me the honor of being your first." She turned around and cupped your face, bringing you into a sweet kiss. "Pick me up tomorrow at 7. I want to have dinner with you." You smile at her when she starts to dress, but before she can put her panties back on you stop her. You grab them out of her hand and put them into your pocket. "Put on something nice tomorrow, princess. And no underwear. I want free access to that is now mine." "Yes, daddy. See you tomorrow." Leaving the last kiss on your lips she turns around and walks out of your office towards her dorm while your mix of juices leaks down her legs. As long as there is no wind hose while she walks to her dorm no one can see her butt naked underneath her skirt. Her ass is only allowed for you.

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Okay so I am currently sick af and this is purely comfort writing for myself. I kinda wrote it for myself but in a way that you can insert yourself or your oc, whatever you wish. Also posting this on my fandom blog vs my main because my roommate has called me out for my blue person hyper fixation lmao. Human reader x Lyle Wainfleet, Lyle being a caretaker.

* Lyle isn’t too fond of scientists. They tend to be boring and super serious and he can hardly understand most of them. But there were 2 scientists in particular that were assigned to the recon squad that he actually enjoyed. Two young kids in their mid twenties from Earth who got the chance of a lifetime to get shipped out to space to work with avatars.

* Your partner/ coworker was low key a genius at understanding Na’vi biology on a totally different level than everyone else. When offered the job he demanded that he be able to take his lifelong best friend with to act as his second hand man and that’s how you got in the picture. You were smart, but everyone could tell you weren’t really a scientist. You had loads of skills from welding, to navigating the stars, first aid training, and being an a pretty big nerd on Pandora flora and fauna. So you had your uses to the team.

* From day one you were labeled as sarcastic and a smart ass which didn’t bother you too much. In fact you were kind of happy to inflict yourself on others, especially the recoms. You and Lyle butted heads from the first minute you met with insults and burns flying both ways.

* He’ll never forget the time he asked you a question and you tried to make him figure it out himself. It wasn’t that he was stupid, but he wasn’t exactly book smart either. Eventually when he got his answer he was quite proud of himself. You on the other hand gave him a snort and shot another comment his way.

* “I’m really surprised! I didn’t think you’d actually get it. I just wanted to see how many brain cells you were capable of using at once.” *Ouch*

* Once you got to know each other a bit better the comments and roasting turned humorous and mildly affectionate. Lyle and you would take turns coming up with burns for each other and eventually the recom team as well.

* “When he wears his sunglasses he looks like a little league coach.” Lyle snorts and gives a little nod.

* “Wainfleet you are so god damn bald I can see my reflection off the back of your head.” You snickered. “Oh really? I didn’t think you could see that high Short stack.” Lyle shot back.

* Your laid back attitude and nonchalantness about wrangling an entire team of marines was kind of impressive. Lyle remembers the first time you got on Colonel’s temper and you were so offended when Quaritch hissed at you that you sprayed him with the water bottle you were holding while gardening.

* “Colonel, you are a grown ass man and I know you have better manners than that.” Quaritch started to growl and was about ready to fire back some insults when you held up the bottle again towards his face. You raised a defying eyebrow at him and said in the most stern voice you could possible manage, “Don’t make me get the hose.”

* Lyle couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore and the pair of you turned to look at him. Colonel scowled and you had such a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. “Short stack you got some balls.” Was all Lyle managed to say before Quaritch was angrily stalking towards him.

* While there weren’t a lot of humans that the recoms interacted with on a weekly or even monthly basis, the scientists still had to get supplies from the main bases. Lyle would accompany you to the commissary shop and watch in curiosity to see what you would pick. Mainly shower supplies, some new clothes to replace your tattered ones, some impulse snacks that get shipped up to generate cash for the base. Okay, mostly snacks like sour gummy worms and chips.

* You even snuck away for a brief minute and came back with some other goods, which upon smelling turned out to be edibles. He just shook his head and laughed while trying not to draw attention. You smiled and winked at him, “I gotta keep myself sane somehow!”

* After about a week and a half of returning from base you started to complain about not feeling good. You were restless at night and didn’t get much sleep so you were extra crabby. For the most part you were alright but when Quaritch pushed you out of bed ridiculously early to make breakfast for everyone you let him have it. There was yelling and a fair bit of cursing about how men are so helpless they can’t even cook for themselves for one freaking morning. You looked everyone straight in the eye and in a hoarse voice you told everyone you were going back to bed.

* The colonel was miffed to say the least, Lyle had never seen him so angry at you before and he grabbed the Colonels arm and said “I’ll handle this.”

* Due to part of the mission objective was to “become Na’vi” the RDA custom built a shack and transported it out to the middle of the forest, a few miles away from main base. The shack everyone lived in was one level for the most part with a sectioned off sleeping quarters for the crew. There was also high ceilings to accommodate the recoms height. There was also a kitchen and what you could call a living area of sorts. A few chairs here and there but that was about it.

* For the two humans, there was a second floor added- almost like a horseshoe shaped loft. There were two bedrooms on opposite sides that had curtains for privacy. There was also a middle living/ work area that was were you and your colleague had set up your equipment and offices. There was a open section leading into the loft that Avatars were able to stand up in, which came about chest level for them. This was where many of the recoms physicals and vitals took place since the humans could reach the avatar faces without the recoms having to crouch down.

* You had your curtains drawn shut and he almost hesitated. Lyle knocked his knuckles into the floor and called out to you. “What’s up Short stack?” You didn’t respond but he could hear you rustling in your bed. His ears flicked at the nose and he waited for your response.

* “I don’t feel good, I think I’m getting sick. I have had a headache for the past 2 days and nothing has helped. I also have a sore throat. All I want to do is sleep.” Lyle felt sympathy for you and reached out one long arm to pull the curtain back. You were sitting up, propped against your pillows with the blanket wrapped around you. Lyle could see the redness in your eyes and assumed you had cried a little bit either out of frustration or pain.

* “Is there anything I can do?” Lyle offered and you took a deep breath in. “Well I’d love to get some more sleep honestly. But I think picking up some cold medicine from base would be a good idea.” You huffed angrily, “I can’t believe I go to another freaking planet, I’m hardly around other humans, and I *still* got sick! This sucks.”

* Lyle nods understandingly. “I’ll get you your medicine, so you can go back to sleep. Just try not to piss the Colonel off anymore okay? And make sure you drink some water too.” You nodded but rolled your eyes a bit. “Okay dad.”

* When Lyle came back to the group in the kitchen he cleared his throat and addressed Quaritch. “Sir she’s sick. I think it would be a good idea to let her rest and pick up some medication before it gets any worse. So it doesn’t spread to the other human.” Quaritch huffs but doesn’t say anything other than “Alright.”

* Lyle goes to the commissary like the two of you usually did. The person behind the counter asks what he can do for him. “I need cold medicine.” The man behind the counter laughs. “Good luck finding that around here. I haven’t seen a new shipment of that in a while. Come back in a week and we may have some. In the meantime here is some cough drops and electrolyte replenishers.”

* Lyle’s tail flicked in disappointment. He knew that timing was important and in order to make this better you needed treatment sooner rather than later. So he looked down at the man with sharp eyes and said in his best threatening voice “I’ll be back next week. You better save 2 bottles of whatever you get for me or I will not be happy.” The man’s heart rate spiked and he nodded frantically.

* Lyle came back home with the meager supplies he could get and called to you from the kitchen. You came down wrapped in a big sweater and pulled his tail gently as you walked past. “Did you get some?” He shook his head and sighed. “They’re all out, maybe next week. I promise I’ll go as soon as the shipment comes in. In the meantime drink one of these.” He places a bottle down in front of you, which looks ridiculously small compared to his hand. You drink most of it down and place the cold bottle to your forehead in hopes of persuading your headache to go away.

* You look up at him and see a small frown forming on the corners of his lips. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault, you did what you could. I appreciate it dude.”

* Over the next few days your symptoms end up becoming worse. Now with the sore throat you are congested, coughing, and running a fever. Due to safety concerns your friend is temporarily set up in the recom quarters to prevent contamination. So while you were suffering from a cold you were also isolated too.

* What made it a little better was that your colleague was certain your sickness couldn’t be passed to the recoms so you could still hang out with Lyle. Lyle was hanging out by the railing each day, doing what he could to cheer you up. He brought you some cool rocks he found outside, told you a few funny stories about the shenanigans he got up to in the marines, and of course brought you snacks and water.

* One morning your fever broke 102 and Lyle was seriously freaking out. Unfortunately all he could do was give you acetaminophen and some cold rags to hopefully lower your temp. At this point even the Colonel was worried. They both looked at you on your bed and then at each other. “How many more days until the medicine gets here?” Quaritch asks, worry dancing in his voice. “Day and a half.” The Colonel puts his hand on Lyle’s shoulder and looks at him in the eye.

* “We just got word from base that Jake Sully has been sighted outside of the mountains. I’m getting the team together to go find him. I feel bad about leaving her in this state, but I’m going to put my trust in you that you can take care of her by yourself. We are leaving in an hour.” Lyle’s heart sinks a bit. He wants so badly to get revenge on Sully too but right now his biggest worry is you. Lyle nods and Colonel starts packing up supplies.

* The team leaves and it causes enough noise to wake you up. You head down the stairs slowly, your head bobbing up and down on each step. “Hey Short stack, you hungry?” You look up at Lyle, his hand comes down to rest on your forehead. You put your small hand on top of his and nod your head gently.

* Lyle gets to work heating up some soup and makes you each a sandwich. You eat in silence and when you finish he puts another drink in front of you. Without saying anything you open the bottle and take a few chugs.

* “So,” Lyle’s tail flicks to one side and then another, “What do you want to do now that everyone is gone?” A small smile on his lips, hoping it’ll spread to yours. You put the bottle down and think for a minute. “We could watch some movies or something.” “Okay just no chick flicks.”

* Lyle gets the two of you set up in the den with blankets and pillows and tries to make a comfy spot for you to lay down. You grab your tablet and settle into the pile, leaning against his side for support. You choose something to watch from a list, something animated. He watches it with you somewhat, getting engrossed in the plot. He feels you get heavier against his side and glances down at your now sleeping body. He pick you up gently and sets you in the curve of his arm in a more comfortable position for your back.

* He’s surprised at just how warm your fever is making you. His skin feels like ice compared to yours. He places one hand on your forehead again and you mumble in your sleep a bit. He turns on his side and peers at your sleeping figure.

* Lyle’s ears perk up when he hears your friend come in. “Hey so good news! The medicine is in early, I’m on my way to go get it now. You hold down the fort while I’m gone.” Lyle nods and turns his attention back to the sleeping girl in his arms. For the past few days you had been a shell of who you usually are. No quippy comebacks, no sarcastic interruptions, not even a joke for the past week. He was worried about you. After everything he had been through in his human and avatar life he had not had a relationship like this with anyone else.

* He loved you- platonically of course. He didn’t realize how much he missed the roasting and cursing and well, the normal you. He saw you as his closest friend and he hadn’t had one in so long. Without thinking the words start to fall out of his mouth.

* “Come on Short stack, hurry up and get better so you can kick my ass again.” He lets out a small laugh, lowering his lips to the top of your head. He places a small kiss to your temple. You curl into his body as he pulls away. “I miss you. Please.” He whispers. He moves a pillow under his head and relaxed his body. With the background noise of your wheezy breathing and the show you picked Lyle eventually fell asleep himself.

* He woke up when your friend came back with the medicine and he gently woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open and you reached out for his face, still groggy. He scoops you up in his arms and sits you on his lap so you can drink the medicine. You shudder as it hits your tongue, the nasty taste shaking the sleep from you. You finish it all and within a few hours your fever is gone and so is most of your cough.

* You were still in the pillow nest Lyle had made for the two of you and you turn towards him with a smile. “I think I was hallucinating or dreaming or something.” “Oh yeah?” Lyle smiles, happy you’re doing better. “Yeah I could have sworn you kissed me.” You let out a laugh and cover your mouth as you begin to cough.

* “Yeah Short stack, you were definitely dreaming.” His ears flutter for a brief second after being called out. He was so sure you were asleep when he did it. Whatever, at least you were getting better.

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Heya, i got another request that's been stewing in my brain for a while. Do you think i could get a kinda angsty scenario for a techno-organic reader who was experimented on by mech to be turned into a techno-organic, and then after wandering they find a new home (and perhaps family) in the Autobots. Think, same size as human, but with vaguely cybertronian aspects, metallic skin plating, glowing optics, the usual. Additionally, if it gets too much to write an entire scenario for this, headcanons on how the Autobots and perhaps kids would react to the techno-organic reader would also be nice.

I wrote a scenario, but it might be a bit all over the place, because I wanted to fit stuff from the past into it. Usually I would do HCs for a request like this, but I got a good idea, at least in my opinion, so I wanted to see if I could make it make sense. I couldn’t really do all the bots with this, so I just did some of them. This is not very focused on the bots as individuals but more as the team. Also, a bit of a mess, but I’m okay with it

You didn’t know where you were or how you got there. It didn’t feel like a hospital, nor did it look like one from the little you’d managed to see. You were pretty sure of one thing though, you weren’t at the M.E.C.H base anymore.

You didn’t know if you should be relieved or even more scared. Maybe those bastards had sold you to someone even worse, or maybe someone had finally put an end to your misery and gotten you out of there. You really didn’t know.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness, and you didn’t seem to be able to focus your vision on anything in the moments you had your eyes open. You heard talking around you, but you couldn’t really make out what was being said. You did know the distant voices were those of strangers, not of the scientists’ you’d listened to for who knows how long before this.

You knew you were in no condition to get away from whoever it was that had you now. Your body felt foreign, like it wasn’t really your own. You were quite sure you could move, but not nearly fast enough to get away from anyone. So you decided to open your eyes, to at least look around to see what kind of facility you were being held in. You were still a bit out of it, but not drifting in and out of consciousness anymore, you were awake.

As you looked around, you still felt like your eyes couldn’t quite focus. You felt like this is how it must have been to need glasses. When your eyes did finally focus, you saw something big on the right side to you, it was colored orange, white, and a metallic gray in some parts. Maybe this was one of those decepticons you’d heard the M.E.C.H people talking about. From what you’d understood, they were giant robots, and the one standing near you certainly looked like it would qualify.

Ratchet was quite worried about you. You seemed to be a combination of cybertronian technology and human biology. He was starting to get an idea of what those M.E.C.H scientists had done to you and it was horrifying. Even though it seemed you would be fully functional once you recovered, Ratchet wasn’t hopeful for your mental state, with the agony and torture you must have gone through to end up like this.

When Ratchet turned around to check on you, you were just staring at him. You looked oddly at peace, you didn’t seem like you were even in pain.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Are you a decepticon? Are you going to kill me?” you croaked.

“Me? A decepticon? Please, I would never” Ratchet said and rolled his optics.

“What are you then?” you asked, and turned your head away from him, to look at the ceiling.

“I’m an autobot, we come from the same planet as the decepticons but we’re nothing like them. They are our enemies”

“Ah, so I’m not going to die today?” you asked, trying to focus your eyes on the lamp, dangling from the ceiling.

“If it is up to me, then no. You’re not going to die today” Ratchet said.

“Damn, I was kind of hoping for a different answer” you sighed.

“You must be in a lot of pain” Ratchet stated.

“No, I don’t feel anything”

Ratchet wasn’t very surprised by that information. You had been through hell and with all the changes they’d made to your body, he was sure there would be some malfunctions.

“Optimus, you should come see them” he said to someone else you hadn’t noticed before.

An even bigger robot, moved into your field of vision, and just looked at you for a while with his arms crossed across his chest. You got the feeling he was some sort of big shot with these autobots you’d ended up with.

“Are you aware of who we are” the big bot asked.

“Autobots? At least that’s what he said” you coughed and tried to motion toward the orange bot.

“Yes. I am Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots. We do not mean you harm, and you are safe with us. Are you aware of what has happened to you?” Optimus asked.

“I know I’ve been cut open and put together more times than I remember, but I don’t really know what they did to me” you said quietly.

The two robots shared a look. You detected pity and dread in their faces, like they didn’t know how to tell you about your current condition. You weren’t really even sure if you wanted to know. Your body felt so strange and foreign.

>>>>>

Three months ago you woke up in the autobot base. Even though you didn’t know what to think of the bots at first, you’d come to consider them the best thing that had happened to you in a long, long time. 

It had taken a lot of work to get to where you were now. You were able to walk again, even if you did need a cane most of the time, and you couldn’t walk for an extended period of time, you were happy you’d made so much progress.

You weren’t allowed to leave the base. That decision had been made for you by Optimus and Fowler, but you couldn’t really argue with their reasoning. Fowler or someone who worked for him delivered all the necessities and things you asked for, once a week.

You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a manga you’d managed to convince Fowler to get for you.

“This is such a good use for the military budget” you muttered.

“What are you reading?” Arcee asked, as she appeared behind you.

“Some manga, it wasn’t really as good as I expected” you said and turned to face her on the couch.

“You in any pain today?” Bulk joined the conversation.

“Not really. It’s pretty weird that I got my sense of pain back when I got better, even though my sense of taste is still pretty much gone”

“It would’ve been easier if you got your sense of taste back instead of the pain” Arcee said.

“Yeah, but I’m just gonna have to deal with it” you shrugged.

The first month you spent with the autobots, you were terrified that you were going to end up back into M.E.C.H’s hands. Every time the bots clashed with those bastards, you were scared they were coming to take you back, but that never happened. You had grown close with the autobots, and you felt safe with them. Even though you led quite a solitary life, aside from your robotic friends, you were fine with it. Even if your body wasn’t like it used to be, and you were now living a very different life from before, you just felt grateful for being away from those sick scientists and the people that had experimented on you.

You were safe, maybe even content, and definitely glad to be away from M.E.C.H.

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Oc infodump/ Verdugo speculative biology

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This is part Mari post part verdugo speculative biology post! So please keep in mind this is all speculative x)

The basic story of the Verdugo is that there are two of them; Salazar's scientist and housekeeper. They are bioweapons that are basically made of gene spliced human, insect, and Plaga DNA, made by the scientist before turning himself into a Verdugo.

Mari is based off/ was infected by the scientist Verdugo (the one you see in the main remake) so we'll be mostly focusing on the traits of that one mostly!

(Also it's not confirmed in-game that the scientist Verdugo could infect people, but in the DLC the housekeeper Verdugo infects Ada with what seems to be it's own type of parasite/plaga, since it gets expelled from her body after the death of the Verdugo and that doesn't happen with other Plaga. I like to think that if Ada hasn't killed the Verdugo, she would've turned into one.)

Which was kinda the inspiration for Mari! Kinda a fun "what if" situation. What if the Verdugo had infected someone besides Ada, having been able to do so before?

As a Verdugo, she shares many similarities with with the insects the scientist had extracted the DNA from. Based off the Verdugo models, I would assume that they're cricket/grasshopper DNA! Several of the species I have as examples below are actually from Spain/Europe, so it's very likely the scientist used them in his experiments!

(Insects pictured: Mole cricket, Bush cricket, Giant Weta, and Grasshopper)

The legs, mandibles, even the unique 'hands' are all features that the Verdugo have! (Or at least variants of them) Even though Mari's design doesn't start far from the in-game models^ I usually keep the insect part of her in mind when drawing her!

The part where my own concepts/ speculation comes in is usually in her behavior.

Which begs some questions!

Could Mari chirp like a grasshopper or cricket?

Yes! It's my personal headcanon that she could grow wings and shed them at will (as alot of bioweapons in re can mutate at will) and while she has these wings, she could technically chirp!

What would her wings look like?

I would imagine that they would be transparent or a kind of ashy brown.

How does a Verdugo like Mari crawl through small spaces like vents? (Like in the game?)

I personally headcanon that she can flatten her body, much like a roach! This helps her fit into small spaces that she shouldn't otherwise fit into.

What other similarities does Mari have with insects?

Like Grasshoppers, Mari's ears is located on her side, just above her legs!

Does Mari have abilities like the other Verdugo/ bioweapons?

Mari can do basically everything the scientist Verdugo could do. For example, she is extremely difficult to kill and is pretty much impossible to kill by gunfire. She can also transform into that long-tailed form (like in the Verdugo fight with Leon) and use that tail with precise accuracy. Other than that, she has passive regeneration and can regrow a limb if lost in under a week. She also has the same weaknesses as the scientist Verdugo and becomes sluggish in the extreme cold. (TLDR: she has strength, agility, and can kill anything in many different ways while being kinda untouchable herself. Not that she'd want to, of course, but she could!)

Could she infect others and turn them into Verdugo?

Yes :3c

How does she get along with Ashley? Shouldn't she be under some sort of control via Plaga?

She may still have some residual instincts (because she is a bioweapon after all) but she isn't influenced to directly harm Ashley or well...anyone.

Usually Verdugos and bioweapons are hyper aggressive, but Mari isn't. She isn't "mind controlled" like the other Verdugo/cultists (at least not in the same way.) I don't know if I want to reveal too much of her backstory just yet but there's a good legitimate reason for all that stuff. ^ I tried to make her as canon adjacent as possible so she could actually be a legitimate character within the re universe.

But what was the thought behind The creation of Mari?

The whole reason I wanted to make Mari is to basically...give explanation to what Ashley is doing after the events of re4, as well as give her some more character depth and explore what we really don't get to see in the games: how does a bioweapon event/ attack effect someone long term? I wanted to explore Ashley's trauma and her desires and what she decides/wants to do moving forward, and Mari is kind of a narrative device to help with that. She doesn't just stop existing once she's saved, ya know?

Did I create Mari just because I wanted more Ashley content? Yes. Absolutely. I love Ashley as a character and I think she's so interesting!! I want to see more of her!! So Mari is just my excuse to pretend that I'm Capcom making filler content for what Ashley's doing LOL

Overall, props on whoever designed the Verdugo in the remake, because it's one of my fav monster designs ever and is just so beautifully detailed (as well as it's partial xenomorph inspiration!) and is just so cool in general!

So ya that's some facts/speculation about Mari and the Verdugos! ^-^

[gothic-thoughts]

Just Five Seconds of Focus

(realized i only have one smut of this adorable man. Finna rectify that rn 😌😌)

Part 2! Joseph Joestar x Black Fem Reader Fluff

ModernAU, CollegeAU, Tutor!Reader, Strangers2lovers

CW: studying with Jojo, kisses as motivation, biology facts(nerdshit fr)

TW: Might b corny asf but I thought it was cute 😭

Word Count: 1064 (give or take)

“Oh c’mon (Y/n)!”

Joseph Joestar, your classmate, was always a goofy, fun-loving guy. Unfortunately, that meant he hated any work that wasn’t fun, so studying with him for the upcoming biology test was torture. Eventually, you became fed up with his whining and bargaining, knowing you needed to make this study sesh into a game or something before you both failed.

“I said no. I am not failing cuz you wanna get a new high score.”

“Ugh... c’mon, I already know a lot of biology.” Joseph whined, “And we’ve been at this for hours.”

“No, you’ve been playing Mario Kart since we got back from class.”

“One more round won’t hurt!”

“It will cuz you obviously don't know how to stop.”

“I’ll stop myself after just one more round, I promise!” Joseph begged again, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Hm, you still like me?”

Jojo went completely silent for a long moment as if he was trying to process your words.

“Now you’re shy? You was pretty shameless when you announced it last week.”

“Yeah, but this feels like a trick of some kind...”

“Just answer.”

"Maybe, what if I do?"

“Then how about for every question you get right I give you a kiss?”

Before you knew it, his Nintendo Switch was tossed up onto his bed and he was sitting right next to you, legs criss-crossed with the biggest smile on his face. 

"What are we waiting for?!”

“All I did was blink...”

“First question!”

“You bein’ serious?”

"Yep! If each good answer equals one kiss, I'm gonna be the best damn student in the entire school! We’ll ace this test for sure!"

You blink at his sudden enthusiasm before picking up your textbook, quickly flipping through to the questions and randomly picking one. 

“Ight, first one: what’s an animal cell?”

Joseph went silent, looking up to his right side before smiling. "That would be the one without the cell wall since it’s not a plant."

You look at the question again and shrug. “Works for me.”

Jojo smirked smugly, leaning over and presenting his cheek to you. Those pretty eyes shut as he waited, making you scoff and laugh in disbelief.

“I didn’t promise anything!”

“Come on, you know you want to~”

“Jojo.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh before gently pecking his cheek, close enough to his lips to tease him a little, leaving a glossy kiss mark behind. He pouts a little, giving you a playful, knowing ‘look’.

"Aww, come on, a real kiss."

“Jojo--!”

“Just a quick one~!”

You laugh at him and place a soft kiss on his plump lips, making him chuckle. 

"Next question~"

“Hm, where is the radius ulna located?”

"Easy," Jojo scoffed, "It’s your forearm. It’s the bone on the outer side of the forearm."

You lean over and give him another kiss on the lips, holding it for a little longer just to make the poor boy’s heart race. You quickly pull away and pick up the textbook again, flipping through it to find another question while he pouts about it.

“Okay... Why do blood cells need oxygen to survive?”

"Oxygen is also needed to make hemoglobin, the protein that helps carry oxygen. They need oxygen to move through the body and release energy.”

“See? This ain’t even that bad.”

"Ahem, aren't you forgetting something?"

“I'm not giving you a kiss for that, that was an easy one!”

“Tch, you’re the one that said every question.”

“....shit.”

Once you place a soft kiss on his lips, he sighs in relief and smiles again, sass completely gone.

“Ight, only a couple more; I don't wanna get lip gloss all over you.”

"Hey, you can get lip gloss all over me any time~" Joseph winks.

“Oh shush~” You whisper, “Now, how do you determine the age of an individual using their skull?”

"Hm, I see you're going for harder questions now. It's... it’s based on the degree of development of the top of the skull and the features of the bone itself. By studying the features and measurements, you can determine the estimated age of a person."

“Good.” Another kiss.

"Alright, hit me with another one!" He said between breathless giggles.

“One more.”

"Alright, but I want a long one this time."

You furrow your eyebrows. “A long one?”

"Mhm, a long, passionate one~"

Your eyebrows raise in realization. “I feel like my lips are gonna be dry at this rate.”

“I could keep them moist if you run out of lip gloss.”

“There’s that shamelessness from last week.”

"I’m just saying... as much as I love these little kisses, I wouldn't mind getting a more intense one soon."

“How intense are you thinking?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, Miss Teacher.”

“Hm... that means I'm gonna give you a good question. Why do eyes become red in camera flashes?”

Jojo thinks a second, tapping his chin before suddenly he snapped his fingers.

"It’s the...uh... it’s the red-eye effect.”

“Well, duh. I said why.” 

“Cuz... of... the...”

“Guess no kiss--”

“Wait, no! It’s cuz of the way that the light bounces inside the eye. Yeah, that’s it; the flash causes reflections inside the retina-- which is red.”

“You’re shameless.”

“And eager.” He smiles widely, “So reward now... please?”

You lean in slowly just to watch him squirm in anticipation before you finally press your plump lips to his. He sighs softly as holding your face in his hands, making sure you can’t pull away like all the other times. He’s been wanting to taste you, to take that glossy lip sheen off, and feel your tongue like he’s been wanting for weeks. 

He hums as he slides his tongue into your mouth, getting so carried away that he picks you up from your spot on the floor and sits you on his lap, keeping your hips close to his torso. His eagerness almost drives you to his point of aggressiveness and you fist the front of his crop top in a tight grip, pulling him impossibly closer. Joseph moaned loudly and placed one hand on the back of your neck while he wrapped the other around your waist. You suddenly became fully aware of the lack of air in your lungs and pulled back, panting lightly.

“Damn Jojo...”

“Oops.” He smiles.

“I might like you back at this rate.”

“You might? As if you don’t already~”