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[theclockonthewall]

Hello , could u pls do mark grayson with a tamaranean!reader girlfriend . Basically headcanons about their relationship and how he teaches her about earth .

A/n: thanks for the ask luvie😘 I'm not too well versed with tamaraneans so I hope this is good enough. This is my first time writing anything ever, so feedback is much appreciated and encouraged.

Word count: 418

Mark grayson x gn!Tamaranean!Reader

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Mark is immediately fascinated by you—your glowing eyes, vibrant energy, and your open way of expressing emotions.

You’re curious about everything on Earth, and Mark finds your enthusiasm adorable, even if it sometimes causes chaos.

Mark becomes your personal tour guide. Museums, amusement parks, fast food joints—he takes you everywhere.

You’re baffled by Earth customs. Why do humans shake hands? Why do they wear shoes indoors? Why is pineapple on pizza a controversy?

Tamaraneans eat everything. Mark is both impressed and terrified when you drink mustard out of the bottle and burn your pancakes on purpose to make them taste better.

Mark tries one of your native Tamaranean dishes and immediately regrets it—he tried washing the taste away for hours.

After a mission almost gone wrong you confess your feelings to him in a terrified state whiteout even realizing it.

You only understand what just happened when he shuts you up with a kiss.

You go on all kinds of dates together after that. From Mark showing you around the world to silent nights on rooftops.

You both love flying together at night—zooming through clouds, racing planes, or just hovering above the city lights.

You once mistook a blimp for a sky-whale and tried to “rescue” it. Mark had to explain it was just advertising a mattress sale.

Tamaraneans feel emotions deeply, and you’re very expressive—randomly kissing Mark mid-fight because you felt proud of him.

Mark gets flustered but adores how passionate and honest you are.

When you get angry, your powers spike, and Mark learns to help you calm down—not by logic, but by matching your emotion with gentle reassurance.

You’re incredibly affectionate with Mark in front of his parents. Debbie is taken aback but finds you sweet.

Nolan is... skeptical. But he relents when he sees how happy Mark is when he's with you.

You and Mark are a terrifyingly effective duo in battle. You’re more aggressive, and he balances it with strategy.

The Guardians of the Globe are shocked when you punch an enemy through a wall, then turn to Mark with the softest smile like “Did I do well, beloved?”

You’re the fiery, chaotic sunshine, and he’s the grounded, awkard, lovable boyfriend.

[wherescody]

Y/N sat on her bed, phone in hand, scrolling through her messages with a lazy smile. It had been a slow afternoon where the heat seemed to press against the windows, making the world feel still and heavy. Her thumb paused as she landed on a new notification from Cody. Her heart skipped a beat as she tapped it open, curiosity mingling with anticipation.

The photo loaded, and her breath caught in her throat. There he was, shirtless, standing in front of a bathroom mirror. The harsh fluorescent light cast a glow over his skin, making his toned chest glisten with a sheen of sweat. His abs were defined but not overly so, a subtle V-line dipping below the towel wrapped low around his waist. The fabric clung to his hips, leaving just enough exposed to send her imagination into overdrive. His arms were crossed casually, one hand resting on his bicep, the other dangling the phone that had captured the shot. But it was his smirk that really got to her—a knowing, teasing smirk that said he was fully aware of the effect he was having.

Y/N’s fingers trembled slightly as she zoomed in, her eyes tracing the contours of his body. The way the light caught the hollow of his collarbone, the faint dusting of hair trailing down his sternum, the hint of his obliques peeking out from beneath the towel—it was all too much. Her pulse quickened, a flush creeping up her neck and cheeks. She could practically feel the heat radiating from her skin, her body responding to the image before her.

She leaned back against her pillow, the phone still clutched in her hand, and let out a shaky breath. He knows exactly what he’s doing, she thought, her mind racing with possibilities. The way he’d posed, the angle of the shot, the smirk—it was all calculated to turn her on, and it was working. Her nipples tightened beneath her thin cotton shirt, and she could feel a familiar ache pooling low in her belly.

Without thinking, she brought her free hand to her chest, her fingers brushing over the fabric of her shirt. She imagined her hands on his skin instead, tracing the same lines her eyes had just followed. What would it feel like? Warm and smooth, probably, with just the right amount of firmness beneath her fingertips. Her throat went dry as she pictured herself pressing closer, her lips grazing his collarbone, her breath ghosting over his skin.

Her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her reverie. It was another message from Cody, this time just a single word: “Like what you see?”

Y/N’s lips twitched into a smirk of her own. She propped herself up on her elbows, her heart pounding harder now. Oh, he’s playing a dangerous game, she thought, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She typed quickly, her response both a challenge and an invitation: “You know I do. But I’d rather see the rest.”

The seconds ticked by as she waited for his reply, her mind conjuring images of what he might send next. Her legs were crossed tightly, her thighs pressing together in an attempt to ease the growing tension between them. She was already turned on, her body humming with anticipation, and they hadn’t even left the realm of text and photos.

When his response finally came, it was another photo, this time taken from a lower angle. The towel was still in place, but he’d shifted his stance, one hip cocked to the side, his hand resting casually on the edge of the towel. His smirk had deepened, and his eyes were locked on the camera—on her—with an intensity that made her stomach flip. The caption read: “You sure you can handle it?”

[gotta-winwin]

svt x what could've beens 💌

have you ever stayed up so late your mind started to wander? as you flipped through your mind and thought about everything that could've been, all the people you could've had. well, does this cupid have a story for you!

follow cupid of valentine day's past to discover all the things that could've been...[heartbreak almost guaranteed]

divider credits: @sisterlucifergraphics

(💌) Choi Seungcheol - click here to read more

At twelve years old on the playground, you traded plastic wedding rings with Choi Seungcheol, the boy who sat in front of you in class. He slid the ring onto your ring finger, a teasing smile across his face. 

“You have to say the vows.” Soonyoung nudges him.

“I, Choi Seungcheol, take you, Y/N L/N, to be my unlawfully wedded wife.” His nose scrunches as he looks to Soonyoung for his next lines. “Was that right?”

Later, Seungcheol gently breaks apart his orange to share with you. “Let’s get married for real. When we’re 30.” 

You kiss his cheek in a silent agreement. 

Choi Seungcheol gets married at 27 with you sitting on the groom’s side, wondering why it wasn’t you standing next to him.

(💌) Yoon Jeonghan

It shook your fragile heart each time your daughter came home singing Mr. Yoon’s praises. 

“I wish Mr. Yoon was my father.” 

Your heart snaps in two at her words. You could never explain to her how close he had been to that title-- how a lifetime of bad decisions had wound the two of you suffering apart. 

“I know, sweetheart.” Is all you say, as you hand her off to Jeonghan, who smiles kindly your way. 

It’s a polite smile with nothing behind it, the kind you give to passing strangers. 

(💌) Hong Jisoo

You know it wasn’t his fault. Life had strange ways of pulling people apart. It pulled you to your dream university and it had told Joshua to stay.

The universe has to cooperate as well, and in Joshua’s case, it did not. 

“Maybe one day you’ll come back.” He says, and his voice is hopeful. “We can try again.”

“Yeah.”

You leave him behind the airport gates, his eyes crinkling into a smile only you could tell was forced. 

You both knew you wouldn’t be back. 

(💌) Wen Junhui

You’ve been trying to study for the last hour or so but the sound effects coming from Jun’s phone were distracting you. 

“Ahem.” 

He looks up at the sound, his thumbs hovering over his phone screen as he pauses the mobile game he had been playing. “What?”

“Keep it down. I’m trying to study.” 

“Oh.” 

There’s a whole empty cafe for him to choose a place to sit, yet he sits right next to you, elbows bumping into yours as he lounges, occasionally shooting you a look. You see him everyday. You memorize each divot and mole on his face. But that’s it. That’s it.

(💌) Kwon Soonyoung

You spot the tiger jellycat you needed for your nephew sitting on the highest shelf. 

“Move, little lady.” A ball of energy zooms past you and grabs it before you can. “The tiger plush is mine.” 

“Hey!” 

You turn to confront the man who had just stolen the jellycat right out from under you, your words sputtering to a stop when you see his face. Oh fuck he was good looking. 

“Sorry, lady.” He shrugs unapologetically. “I need it.”

“It’s for my nephew.” 

“Well that sucks. This is for me.” 

“Please let me have it.” 

“No.”

(he ends up letting you have it anyways) 

(💌) Jeon Wonwoo

It’s not your fault he looks good pushing up his glasses in between class time. It’s neither here nor there, the way his fingers look handing out your class papers, how his voice melts into your ear canal everytime he explains a question. 

He pretends to not know the meaning behind your stares.

“Eyes on your worksheet, Y/N.” He raps his knuckles against your desk. 

“Right.”

You pretend not to notice how he leaves the classroom with flowers on Valentines Day.

(💌) Lee Jihoon

You first meet Jihoon when he saves you from getting crushed by a dumbbell.

“Thanks.” 

He shoots you a noncommittal grunt. 

“What’s your name?” 

Maybe it was your cheerful tone or infectious smile that made Jihoon take off his airpods, muttering his name before telling you to be more careful.

“I won’t always be around to stop you from getting crushed.” 

But he does end up always being around. You take turns spotting one another, inviting each other for drinks after a particularly long day.  I love you, you want to say. But you hear him introduce you to his friends as his favourite gym bro and the words swallow themselves back down.

(💌) Lee Seokmin

You were sure you had seen much hotter men somewhere, but you really couldn’t remember when. 

Seokmin’s in the middle of another terrible joke, barbecue sauce on his bottom lip and his eyes glassy from all the booze. 

“Y/N!” He waves you over, patting the seat next to him in a warm welcome. His hand rests on your knee in the most relaxed way-- as if the two of you had known each other for decades. “Let me tell you something.” His face splits into a crazy grin when you nod. 

You see Seokmin less than two times a year for neighbourhood functions, both at your worst and neither one trying to impress the other. Yet you still fall a little bit in love with him each time.

(💌) Kim Mingyu

Mingyu knows your favourite color, how you like to tie your hair, your allergies, how you had tried piercing your own ears and then lied about it to your parents. He knows everything about you, down to the most embarrassing secrets.

Yet the first thing he tells people when they mention your name is that you barely know each other. 

After all, time rips people apart and Mingyu had spent enough time loving you to know you were never going to love him back.

Except for the fact that you did love him, many years ago, when he had been in the middle of his ‘playing the field’ phase. 

It was an unspoken thing sitting in between your friendship that eventually grew too big to work around. 

(💌) Xu Minghao

By the time you position your phone against the brick wall and start filming your tiktok, it’s already noon. 

You pose for the camera, taking a sip of your iced coffee while turning around, showing off your meticulously put together outfit. You feel good, confident even, as you move back to grab your phone.

“Cute.” 

You whip your head around to catch whoever had said that. You see the back of his head, his long coat and scarf billowing past him in the wind. You don’t need to see the rest of him to know he’s a catch. 

“Wait!” 

You rush up to catch up with him, your eyes skimming the crowded sidewalk for a face you had only seen once yet you knew you would remember forever. You don’t see him.

“Must have been the wind, I guess.” 

(💌) Boo Seungkwan

“I’ve always thought the book was a bit too gay for my taste.”

You snort at the statement before you even look up. “You thought The Picture of Dorian Gray was too gay?”

“Yeah, you didn’t? The entire time I was reading it I just wanted to throttle Basil and tell him to kiss Dorian already. Maybe he wouldn’t have been so…” The boy pauses. “Demonic.” 

You laugh, and the sound rings clear. “You’re funny.”

“I know. It’s one of my best traits.”

You laugh again, covering your mouth with your hand as you watch him smile, pleased at your reactions. 

“I’m Seungkwan.” 

His bus rolls up far too quickly, as he gives you a little wave before boarding. “Throttle Basil for me.” He points at the book in your hand. 

“I will.”

(💌) Vernon Chwe

He’s like a vampire, or a poorly timed ghost. 

You see Vernon on Tuesdays past midnight, a backwards cap on his head and a skateboard tucked underneath his arm. 

He never says anything, yet he’ll wordlessly hand you a 7-Eleven slushy whenever he arrives, mixed with flavours he knows you love. 

You don’t even skate, yet he never asks why you’re always there, sitting on the concrete with your legs hanging off the side of the ramp, eyes trailing him as he practices. 

A part of you doesn’t even think he’s really real. 

He leaves like he arrives, without sound or notice. One Tuesday he’s there and the other he’s not. You go to the skatepark still, despite how deserted it is without him. 

You don’t ever see him again. Maybe he is a vampire or a poorly timed ghost. 

(💌) Lee Chan

You tell yourself he’s the annoying brother you’ve never had (or wanted), yet you still find yourself actively searching for him whenever it’s time to make groups. 

You ignore the way your heart skips a beat when he wraps your jacket around your waist, tying it up before sprinting away, yelling behind him for you to race. 

You hate how he makes you laugh so easily, how he chases you with little bugs he finds on your nature walks, how focused he looks when he cleans up your various scratches and scrapes. 

But most of all, you hate how you only see him once every year, when the summer heat is the worst and your families meet up for camp. 

You hate how he tells you he loves you because you know he only means that he loves you now: in this bubble, untouched by the real world. 

You hate how he forgets about you the moment summer is over. 

vote for your favourite what could've been and cupid of valentine past will present to you the full story: (i know i forgot mingyu but it’s too late to change so he’ll get his own full fic + whoever wins this poll😀)

[jadefyre]

debugged: a Murderbot Diaries Comic by jadefyre

A big thank you to @blessphemy for cheering me on while I did the first draft of this back in, uh, July. And for giving me the perfect title :D

Now available on AO3!

Image descriptions are in ALT text but if you have trouble reading those, I'll include them here as well.

Page 1:

A title/splash page. Title reads: debugged, by jadefyre. Image is of an idyllic scene of a hill with a trail leading down it. The trail has a fence, and on the other side of the fence are grass, pushes, and a pond with a toad and some reeds and cattails. In the background are trees and two small figures cresting the hill. In the mid-ground is a drone with the effect text "whrrrr" next to it.

Page 2:

Panel 1: The same idyllic scene as the title page, now zoomed in on the area with the pond. The two people are now walking beside the pond: One is Ratthi, who is gesticulating and chatting, and the other is Murderbot, walking behind him, with its drones floating around its head as it looks over at the pond as the toad jumps into the water. Both have backpacks on and are apparently out for a hike.

Panel 2: A closeup of Ratthi, who is saying: "Thanks again for coming, by the way. I know you usually prefer more notice than this."

Panel 3: A closeup of Murderbot, who says: "I wasn't about to let you go alone into the wilderness." Coming from off-screen to the reader's right is a speech caption saying "bzzz"

Panel 4: Even more of a closeup of Murderbot, showing just the side of its head. On its right is a mosquito-like bug coming closer with the effect text "bzzz."

Panel 5: Back to the first closeup of Murderbot, who has the effect text of two exclamation marks next to its head. The bug has landed on its cheek with the effect text "*land*"

Page 3:

Panel 1: Murderbot squashes the bug, its eyes closed tight. The effect text "*splat*" is next to its swatting palm.

Panel 2: With a disgusted expression on its face, Murderbot is looking down at the squashed bug on its hand. Above it is a stylized ellipses, and it says, "Ew. There are so many bugs out here."

Panel 3: A closeup with Ratthi with Murderbot visible over his shoulder. Ratthi is saying, "Do you want some bug spray?" Murderbot has a blank expression stylized as two dots for eyes and a line for its mouth. There are a drone and a handful of bugs near it.

Panel 4: The panel refocuses on Murderbot, who has a stressed set to its mouth as it looks off to the side. It says, "Uh. No Thanks, that's even worse. I think."

Panel 5: A swarm of bugs going "bzzz, bzzz" hovers at the top left of the panel with an indicator arrow pointing at it and text saying (swarm). Ratthi is below, shrugging and saying, "Okay, suit your self." There an indicator arrow and text that says "bug-free" next to him.

Panel 6: The swarm seems to be dive-bombing Murderbot from the top left. Murderbot backs away to the right with its hands up while saying, "Uhhhh..."

Page 4:

Panel 1: A closeup of a couple of Murderbot's drones, as well as some bugs. The text says, in a console-style monospace font: ">> drone_swarm, new directive: seek (image of bug), destroy: (image of bug), > initiate_"

Panel 2: More drones and bugs. The drones turn toward the bugs with a crosshair with the effect text, "targeting" as the bugs buzz around.

Panel 3: Splash panel with a bold effect text in chunky font saying "bzzzz" in capital letters and a blast-caption shape around it. Murderbot is standing with its face covered by its hands as the drones attempt to eliminate the bugs with "pew pew pew" effect text and targeting crosshairs. More bugs are flying in from off-screen.

Panel 4: Closeup of Murderbot's face looking stressed. As the bug-drone battle rages on with "bzzz" and "pew pew" effects, Murderbot thinks, "There's too many, the drones can't get them all"

Page 5:

Panel 1: The same closeup as the previous page's fourth panel, now with an expressionless Murderbot as it dives into the feed. There are suggestions of lines of text flowing across its eyes to indicate this. A popup text box on the left side says: "database search: bug repellent." the bullet point list beneath it says: "spray, cover bare skin, citronella candles, high-frequency tones"

Panel 2: A full-body shot of Murderbot with the same two dots and a line expression on its face as a drone and a bug circle it.

Panel 3: The same shot, but now Murderbot's head is pointing to the right, its mouth is open comically wide, and it emits a frequency (evoking the image of a bat with echolocation) at the bug, which has the effect text "*urk*" next to it.

Panel 4: A closeup of the bug amidst the frequency lines and an ellipses over its head.

Panel 5: The same closeup of the bug, but now it has turned around and goes buzzing in the other direction.

Page 6:

A full-page picture. At the top are a multitude of featureless dots indicating the bug swarm, with a few detailed bugs in the fore- and midground, and below them, Murderbot is walking, surrounded by drones emitting the same frequency lines as Murderbot did before. There are no bugs near Murderbot. A handful of indicator arrows point at the drones with the text, "emitting frequency only bugs and SecUnits can hear." An indicator arrow points at Murderbot with text saying, "filtered out that frequency from its audio."

Page 7:

Panel 1: "Later…" Murderbot is hanging out while its drones emit the bug-repelling frequency. An indicator arrow points at Murderbot with text saying, "watching media outdoors, bug-free." Secunit 3 approaches from behind with a question mark over its head. It says, "1 point-oh, what is wrong with your drones?"

Panel 2: Murderbot turns toward Three as its drones power down with effect text that says "zhewww". Additional effect text says ">> drone_swarm, pause" as Three continues looking at Murderbot.

Panel 3: Murderbot and Three continue looking at each other. Murderbot says, "Well, uh…" while Three raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Panel 4: The same shot, but now with a "bzzzz" sound effect across most of the top of the panel. Murderbot says "Nothing" as it and Three are being swarmed by bugs to the point where it's hard to see them. Three looks shocked and says, "Ack! Turn them back on! Turn them back on!!!"

Page 8:

Panel 1: "Later still…" Murderbot and Three are represented as floating heads with no background detail or bodies. They are surrounded by multiple instances of an "eee" text effect, as well as drones that do not appear to be emitting the frequency. Murderbot says, "So apparently the frequency thing only works on bugs from this specific area" and Three says, "That's weird, I wonder why"

Panel 2: Murderbot turns to Three and says, "I bet Ratthi would know. Turn off your sound shield, I'll comm him." Three says, "I don't have mine on. I thought you had yours on."

Panels 3–5 are in a row. In order, Murderbot first looks blankly at Three, then it looks down, and then its eyes get wide as it continues looking down.

Panel 6: A splash panel showing Murderbot and Three seated next to a bunch of frogs while their drones hover around their heads. All of the frogs are saying "eeee," while one of them catches a bug. The rest of the bugs are fleeing the scene. A text box reads: Preservation screaming toads: natural predator of the Preservation mosquito."

End of comic.

(I'm not very skilled at captioning so if there's something I've missed or should've done different please (kindly) let me know!)

[thescarletnargacuga]

okay so you know how in cartoons there will be little gags like hearts forming around someone when they’re in love? lol so i was thinking that in the digital world (raceway mayhaps? whatever you’d prefer to write though!) that happens to caine when he’s around pomni, she finds it cute so she kind of flirts a bit to gauge that reaction <3

A/N: like I need an excuse to write more Raceway LMAO

HEARTS

A RACEWAY AU SHOWTIME ONE SHOT

WARNING: none

~~~

"POMNI WINS!!" Caine announced from above the roaring crowd in the stands. The finish line flashed gold as Pomni zoomed through, beating Jax by a nose. Ragatha and Gummigoo tied for third. Kinger, Gangle and Zooble meandered in at their own pace.

Pomni did celebratory donuts in the winner's circle; smoke from her tires throwing literal shade at Jax. After she had her fun, she jumped out of her kart to greet Caine for her reward. "What did I win this time, handsome?" She was still feeling the effects of the race rush, emboldening her to openly flirt in front of the others.

Caine wasn't expecting her boldness and completely forgot what he was going to say. "Uhhhhh, heh..." He blushed lightly and kicked his feet. A small red heart flew from his chest and fluttered around his head. "I, uh... ahem your reward for this race is a golden hedgehog statue."

A small, prickly trophy appeared mid air and dropped in Pomni's hands, but she wasn't interested in the statue. She was intrigued by the little fluttering heart dancing around Caine's hat. "What's that?" She pointed to the heart.

Caine shooed the heart away, and it disappeared in a puff of glitter. He put his hands behind his back, and looked away nervously. "Don't- don't mind that. It's just a silly game mechanic I can't uninstall. It happens sometimes."

Pomni arched an eyebrow. "It happened after I called you handsome. Did you like that?"

Caine blushed furiously. "Oh! Um. Yes. Kind of. Just a little. It's a nice compliment. I don't get a lot of those, so it must have triggered the heart. Thank you, for saying that."

"I can say a lot more." Pomni smirked.

Literally everyone was still standing there. Including the track. Nothing had changed since Pomni won. Not that Caine noticed. He has suddenly found himself with a serious case of tunnel vision. He hovered lower, more on her level. "There is no need, dear...but if you want to... maybe one more?"

"You're incredibly creative, smart and funny. " Pomni started, testing the waters.

Two little hearts flew from Caine's chest. He put his hand over his heart and smiled warmly. The genuine compliments made him feel fuzzy.

"Every track you build is uniquely entertaining. Your hard work doesn't go unnoticed."

Five hearts now danced around the top of Caine's head, he felt a little dizzy. "Wow Pomni, thank you, but you don't need to-"

"You're fun to be around. My day doesn't feel complete until I've seen you." Pomni's smile widened, amused by the comical number of hearts.

Seven hearts whizzed around his head and torso. "-oh, you have more." He felt short of breath.

Pomni took his hand and gently held it to her cheek. She was blushing a little now, too. "Your touch makes me feel safe."

A dozen hearts flew around like nats, zipping and swooping in random directions. He held her face with both hands. "Pomni...you're playing with fire." He gently warned, his eyes watching her lips.

"Your beauty has never scared me." Pomni put her hands on his waist.

Hearts appeared in Caine's eyes. "How brave." He was swooning hard.

"Not as brave as this." Pomni grabbed Caine from the air, dipped him and kissed his lower teeth.

Caine's eyes went wide as multiple hearts flew from his chest, flying around and popping with little sparkling bursts. Chills went through his whole body, not expecting Pomni to take initiative. He kissed her back, closing his teeth and holding the back of her head.

Ragatha, Gangle, and Gummigoo whooped and whistled. Jax gagged but Zooble wouldn't let him ruin the moment, threatening to strangle him if he tried anything. Kinger found some neat beetles.

The kiss, as simple as it was, left both Caine and Pomni breathless. Hearts were everywhere, swarming around them. Caine melted in Pomni's arms. He had the goofiest smile, and his eyes were half lidded as though he were intoxicated.

Caine suddenly felt heavy in Pomni's arms as he could no longer focus on flying. He flumped to the ground and Pomni laughed. She fell to her hands and knee next to him. "Are you okay?"

"mmmmmmmhm." Caine mumbled, the hearts in his eyes going crazy. The flying hearts kept coming, showering them in colorful mini confetti. "I think I'm in love with you..."

Pomni snorted. "I never would have guessed. You're just so subtle."

Caine giggled airily. "As a track wreck."

Pomni laughed harder and kissed the front of his top teeth. "And I wouldn't have you any other way."

Caine almost cried. The affection was too much, he was overwhelmed in the best way. "Next time....I'm kissing you first." He was determined to have her turn into jelly like she just did to him.

"I'll hold you to that." Pomni smiled down at Caine.

~~~

BONUS: Seth

He and Pomni were locked in another one on one. No other racers around. He was about to steal a surprise box from her when she locked her kart to keep going and jumped to his motorcycle.

He sat up straight with surprise to have Pomni practically in his lap. Being in front of him, she touched the box first and the item went to her.

"HA! Suck it, Seth!" She jumped back to her kart, making his motorcycle wobble a bit off balance.

He blinked, staring back at her as she got herself situated in her kart. He didn't register that she was looking back until he saw the glimmer of a shell in his peripheral. He didn't react fast enough. The shell hit him and knocked him off his motorcycle. He and the vehicle tumbled across the track.

He sat up and watched Pomni speed off into the distance. A tiny black heart popped into existence next to him. He did a double take. "What the- SHIT! FUCK! NO! SHOO!!" He swatted away the heart.

He dusted himself off and whistled for his bike. It uprighted itself and idled next to him, ready to go get Pomni. He mounted it and stretched his shoulders. "Alright, little miss trouble. You wanna play hardball? Let's play."

He sped off and teleported to jump sections of the track to catch up.

[rarepairjokers]

hii, i've been thinking a lot about how jure can't really participate in their on-stage shenanigans since he's trapped behind the drums, and how the boys (in a poly!jo context) would make sure to take the absolute best care of him once they're all alone to make sure he doesn't feel excluded (iykwim 🤭) so... could we have something like that? 🫣

i just think my boy deserves all of the attention 😔

I am not immune to an orgy with Jure in the middle. At all😳

(nsfw text)

“Can someone take over soon?” Bojan gritted his teeth, muscles cramping from the strain. “My arms feel like acid. And I’m finished with him now.”

Jan didn’t look up, too busy sucking dick to notice Bojan’s difficulties. Kris waited behind him for a chance to sit on Jure’s face.

“Guys? I don’t wanna drop him. Please!” Bojan’s tone had only gotten more distressed.

“Let me.” Nace swooped in and hoisted Jure up an additional twenty centimeters, eliciting a yelp from the hovering drummer, followed by a keening gasp when Nace pushed his cock inside the place Bojan had previously occupied. He gave a few experimental thrusts until he deemed Jure ready to be fucked again. Surprisingly, Jan managed to mostly keep Jure’s dick in his mouth throughout all of this.

Bojan’s legs wobbled after Jure’s added weight had been lifted off him and he plopped down on the couch next to Kris with a satisfied sigh. Together they watched Nace get to work, his arms beneath Jure’s knees to spread his dangling legs wide, giving Jan room to continue sucking the leaking dick and himself room to pump into Jure, who’d began squirming in Nace’s tight hold, the stimulation combining into an imminent climax.

Bojan shifted in his seat, his cock coming to life once more as his gaze zoomed in on Nace’s thick length covered in his own cum that steadily seeped from Jure’s used hole after every thrust from Nace. He was really giving it his all, lifting a writhing Jure up while fucking him. Jan fondled and licked his balls, every thrust from Nace driving him further in between Jan’s lips and down his throat.

Jure’s moans grew louder and more insistent, his body tensing and releasing into Jan’s mouth, who kept sucking him through the orgasm and effectively causing Jure to clench around Nace until he emptied his balls with a groan alongside their trapped partner. Waiting for Jan to finally yet reluctantly let go of Jure’s dick, Nace carried him to the couch, seemingly without problems even after recently coming himself, and positioned him between Bojan and Kris, who willingly took over.

“Up for more attention?” Kris asked, his thighs straddling Jure’s face, ready for descent.

Jure, usually a ball of energy but now reduced to a mass of sagging limbs, full of bliss and cum, simply nodded before Kris’s ass muffled any further words.

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | an appropriate staring distance

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

1.2k, fluff + established relationship, reader is mc, series: none

NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."

[randomisedgaming]

Robotica / Deadalus on SEGA Saturn 50/60Hz comparison and region changes.

A little while back, I got an email from a kind reader telling me the PAL version of Robotica Cybernation Revolt looked optimised on Saturn. It was an early list entry and on re-review having picked up a cheap Japanese copy of the game, I can confirm it was, but only a little.

What's interesting is as I got a Japanese version, I noticed a number of region changes, between the two versions not really discussed online. Robotica is one game I wrote off a bit back in the day as an average FPS.

Sitting down and playing it this weekend, it's an interesting early Saturn titles with some impressive ideas and elements. It does get very repetitive and the environments are rather dull, but it's got some gameplay elements rarely seen on the system.

The game also does do a great job of building the atmosphere and tension. The game is a Roguelike or Mystery Dungeon games that has you battling your way through 30 floors of the labyrinth that make up the Deadalus space computer. The Japanese name is a nod to Greek mythology as Deadalus was the builder of the labyrinth that trapped the Minotaur.

Most of the 30 floors are randomly generated each time to play, apart from a few mission based ones. The game is clearly designed for people to speed run over and over again, as there is no save feature or option menu and the game can be cleared in under two hours. The aim is simple on each floor find the key and escape. Where the key is, the map layout and the exit are changes each time you play, as do enemy placements and rooms. So you can land in a starting room with the exit and key in it or have to explore every corner of the map for both to find them in another floor.

It's a decent FPS, with a soundtrack that gets the tension right, the music also has a subtle touch of becoming more upbeat on each stage after the key is found. The map slowly fills itself in as you explore, it's all real time and tracks the path you have taken as well. Each floor also has a computer terminal placed on it that when found and accessed, shows the whole floor and also turns on the lights in some. Few games did this at the time and the map is a full on 2D transparency, along with other elements of the HUD.

You quickly learn you have to balance your ammo and robots abilities in order to survival.

The lighting effects for an early 3D Saturn game are also well done. The enemy sprites also scale really well. Where it doesn't hold up as well is the frame rate which ranges from about 8-30fps a second, pending on what your are doing. The game seems to run at 60fps like almost all Saturn games, but doesn't use it and most elements are locked at 30fps, only the damage effect on your crafts seems to use it and only for a few frames.

I do wonder if this is a game that isn't tied to the frame rate as special skills like the hover jet allow you to zoom around the map in seconds, if at uncontrollable speeds.

The main reason for this blog post is the region changes are rather interesting. On the PAL optimisation front the images has been stretched a little. It's hard to tell if the speed has been changed due to the yo-yo like nature of the frame rate. At 50Hz it is slower that the NTSC-J version at 60Hz and having compared both versions at 50Hz they look to run at roughly the same speed.

Left is the NTSC Japanese version and right is the PAL version, both running at 50Hz.

As we can see the PAL version is stretch a little at 50Hz to take up a little more of the screen. However this ratio changes mean that elements of the map are a little distorted. At 60Hz in the Japanese version the game's map is a perfect square, which is not the case with the PAL version running at 50 or 60Hz. The PAL FMV intros are also misaligned a little on screen at 60Hz and are a little bit lower than they should be, but nothing major.

Where things get interesting is the HUD in the PAL and NTSC U versions. The main cursor for the HUD seen in the NTSC J version has been removed.

While it looks like a big circle in the middle of the screen, it acts as the crosshair for your weapons. As you move the yellow marker in the center moves up or down with the Laocorn, to show the direction any shot will travel in. The arrows light red to show your direction of travel and also the speed etc.. It's rather useful and to the left of the HUD it has a timer telling the player how long they are taking, perfect for the speed nature of the game. Below the timer is the radar which is the only part of the center HUD that was kept in the western versions, but pushed to the far left of the screen.

Other changes are that the English text is slightly improved in the western versions and the collected key image looks different. Its position has also changed, can't help, but think the key in the western version doesn't look right and I suspect the visual change might be a bug. Also the energy bar's position on screen has been lowered a little in the PAL version.

Left NTSC J version and Right PAL version both at 60Hz. Which show the text and key design changes.

You can also see the PAL version takes up the whole screen at 60Hz in the above images.

Finally one last little change Japanese text was included in the opening intro, but was removed in the English version.

There aren't a huge amount of changes, but the HUD's removal does impact the gameplay. I would take a guess that SEGA of Europe or Acclaim who published it in the USA felt the HUD took up to much screen space. Pictures of the HUD are on the European box, but not in-game. The lost of the HUD does lose some of the immersion of the game as you are meant to be controlling the Laocorn robot I will admit. It also makes shooting a little harder as you lose the crosshair.

Its removal does nothing to improve the game and I think a much needed high score and save system, should have been added. To track your completed runs would have been a better addition. It's not the greatest game ever made, but can still be picked up fairly cheaply and is a fun game in short bursts if you like this type of gameplay. I will admit that I will be playing the Japanese version from here on out. As the original HUD to me improves the game.

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[planet-of-the-machines]

The Way There (part 2)

(Taylor Mill Strip Mall)

*R and B exit the last shop in the strip mall, the latter turning his right arm into a blade to cut off the knob of the front door… just as he’s done for every other joint in the building. Jetfire is patiently waiting outside.*

R: “Any luck?”

Jetfire: “I’ve checked the 5-over-1 across the street, and surveyed the road. Nothing.” 

R: “Great. Shall we move to–”  

B: *raises his hand* “Quiet. Do you hear that?”

*R and Jetfire immediately go silent. Indeed, there was a noise aside from the wind that was crescendoing. On the road, they saw what appeared to be a school bus towing some kind of bobsled… and it was driving way too fast for something its size and the snowy conditions to be considered safe. The white shifter zoomed his optics in (effectively squinting) towards the side of the bus to see where it came from.*

Jetfire: “Outpost… 3… Wasn’t that where your girl was asked to survey for that missing team?”

R: “Indeed. Do you suppose we should trail it?”

Jetfire: “I was thinking more like ambushing them from the skies.”

B: “No, trailing would be a better option. We jump them after they stop, and ask where they’re keeping G. If they don’t give us an answer…”

*His teammate nods, understanding what the larger Disassembly Drone was getting at.*

Jetfire: “Right-o, then, let’s not wait any longer!” *transforms into his spaceplane mode, hovering mid-air* “It’s been a while since I’ve hunted the corrupted anyhoot, this should be fun!” 

*R and B leap atop Jetfire’s wings, and slowly, the three JCJenson robots began tracking the bus.*

(1 hour later…)

*By this point, the passengers had more or less settled in for the rough ride. Rebecca and Damien were exchanging gestures, Boulder and Emily were already bonding over their shared interests in humans and their many works, and Sideswipe…

V: “Hey, we’d like it if you weren’t staring at us.”

*in the seat right beside Sideswipe’s (and Thad’s), Uzi and Bee were planning out the activities during the resort stay in more detail.*

Uzi: “So, should you really do tug-of-war before tear’n’chase, or after?” 

Bee: “What even is that? Tear’n’chase, I mean.”

Uzi: “Hide and seek, but with more violence and brutality!” *says the italicized part with glee, then swings back to her previous mood upon seeing her yellow friend looking concerned.* “It was Cliffjumper’s idea.” 

Bee: “Of course… I’d rather do tug-of-war before we potentially beat each other unconscious.” 

Uzi: “Understandable.”

Bee: “So, when exactly are you going to… do your investigative thing?”

Uzi: “Probably during the first evening. Which reminds me–” *looks aside to see Thad trying to get Sideswipe’s attention, before whispering* “–please keep my terrible excuses for classmates distracted while I do that.”

Bee: *whispering* “Sure, sure.” *beat* “Uh, how do I do that?” 

Uzi: “I don’t know, tell them a scary story or something!” 

N: “What are you guys talking about?”

*The purple shifter and yellow HD jump in surprise, and look to see the male disassembler leaning over their seat.*

Uzi: “ROBO-JESUS— N!!! What are you doing!?”

N: “Uh, trying to strike up a conversation?” *sheepishly smiles* “V and J don’t wanna talk.”

J: *looks annoyed* “Synergistic liability can’t keep his excitement until we reach the assignment area. And I’m not in the mood for any of his road trip songs, either.” *notices Sideswipe still looking in the disassemblers’ general area.* “What?” [[Please stop looking at us like that]]

*The vehicle jerked as Jazz strongarmed the steering to avoid hitting an abandoned car in their way. This throws N to the floor between Uzi + Bee’s seat and the legs of V* 

N: *muffled* “Ow.”

V: [[Use your seatbelt, idiot]]

Sideswipe: *once the swaying stops, to J* “Sorry, it’s not you I’m looking at. I’m just making sure Sunny’s bobsled doesn’t unhitch and we lose it.”

V: “Do you have to look in our direction to do that, loser?” 

Sideswipe: “Hey, not my fault you guys are sitting right in front of the back window.”

Thad: *sitting beside him, closer to the central corridor between the seats* “Bro, it’s okay. Nothing’s gonna happen to the sled.”

“Fuel low. Redirecting to the nearest gas station.”

Uzi: “Well, if you really wanna stretch your legs, it looks like you’ll– WOAH!!!”

*The bus lurches to its left side, slamming its brakes as it overshoots a 90 degree turn, gets back on the road, then pulls itself into an abandoned gas station. Jazz almost immediately starts punching various buttons on the console.*

“Please refill the gas tank within the next 5 minutes for— … Autopilot paused. Changing settings.”

Jazz: *to Trailbreaker, Treavor, Orion Pax* “I’m gonna set this so it only goes as fast as the ol’ speed limits. You guys fill the tank back up.” 

Trailbreaker: “I’ll get on that. Sideswipe, you get Wheeljack’s power amplifier out of the back luggage compartment and get the gas pumps working. Braidon, we’re gonna need your pre-war money to get the gas flowing, follow us out. The rest of you kids, stay put.”

Uzi: *eyebrow twitching* “…nevermind.”

Bee: *to N* “So… uh, what did you want to talk to us about?”

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[breezybangtanbebe]

🐍Chapter Two🐍

✨masterlist✨

While most parts or Luminasia wouldnt be considered the safest, they paled in comparison to Mamba District. The central parts of the neon city were basically an amusement park versus the concentrated grit and shadows that made up the reptilian beings' territory with a crime rate so high, local authorities didn't even flag citizens for speeding through it.

Despite its unsavory reputation, there was always much entertainment to find there. Night clubs, illegal gambling spots, *ahem* nightly solicitors, drugs, cheap liqour, debauchery...

Aaaaand Trouble. Never a shortage of that.

Megan hadnt made it her business to spend much time around these parts in years, finding her fair share of all of those things and more. In the time that she did , however, she obtained a decent lay of the land. Which was useful to her when needing a stealthy way in and out on missions like this.

Her bike purred quietly as it came to a full stop in the grime-coated backstreet alley, and her view of the warehouse was centered several feet ahead of her.

Black and brown bricks soaked in the evening rain, the gaping windows and crumbling architecture gave the abandoned area it's ominous appeal. At some point, the building may have been used for mass manufacturing or packaging. But now it stood as a hiding place for the forsaken or rebellious teens looking for a spot to get high or do who knows what else. An extremely peculiar place for something as valuable as a synstone to be hiding.

"Ok Phor." Megan whispers, nudging the kickstand out before swinging her leg over the bike.

The moment her heels touch the moist pavement, a wave of panic rolls over her, sending goosebumps all over her body. Something about this place had that effect on her, whether it be for good or bad reasons. She doesnt show it in her agile stride though, walking with confidence while keeping to the shadows of the alley until she reached its end.

"Im here. What's it looking like?" She speaks lowly to her trusty pup in the chair, who was already working on scoping the scene.

"Uh give me a sec. Im hacking a PD drone with some infared as we speak."

Seconds later, a buzzing drone zips over Megan's head and she watches as it hovered over the baren warehouse. As it scanned it, greenscale images of the building's interior fill Phor's screens. He types quickly, shifting the filters until he manages to get an unobscured high-resolution view of several hulking figures surround one in the middle of the vast room.

"Oh shit." the canine utters. Megan's eyes widen cautiously.

"Whatchu mean, Oh shit? Who in there?" she whispered harshly. All the while, Phor's toe beans tap frantically.

"Oh just your favorite kind of distant planet natives. Most that were so hostile that the mayor of Lumin gave them their own little hidey hold of hell in the ugliest part of the city...hehehe.." Phor chuckles nervously, zooming in on the exact location where the synstone's signature was the strongest.

"I know aint shit funny over there, Pho. Show me what you see.."

Phor obediently sent a live feed view of what he was seeing to Megan's watch. It blinked with the notification and she lifts her wrist just as the hologram rectangular screen materialized.

"Oh shit..." Megan shared Phor's grim sentiment the moment sees what he's looking at.

A grainy image of the cleared space is pulled into view. Large dangling industial lights hum overhead ans in the center one of their beams was a huddle of tall, slender reptilian figures in dark tailored, their massive tails whipping against the dusted concrete floors.

The Vortarians were a unique group of individuals that made up most of Mamba's population. They were a nasty race that had humanoid bodies covered in thick, mosaic green scales that could shift to blend in with their environments. Their sharp-clawed hands and feet could easily gut a man with one swipe, and they had black beady eyes with gold pupils used for tracking their prey in any light. Not to mention their pharyngeal jaws that opened their mouths wide enough to engulf just about anything  in a bite riddled of razor-sharp fangs that leaked acidic flesh-melting venom.

They were quite intimidating to say the least.

But their presence wasn't even the main cause for Megan's shock. She actually expected some Vortarians to be there since this was their neck of the woods. By her count, there were at least 8 of them. Barrelling through them wouldnt be an issue with what she was packing.

It was was the man that seemed to be in their custody, seated at a table with his hands bound and his lips quirked up in an unphased smirk , that had her second guessing the entire mission.

"Of course its him." she grumbles, followed by Phor's hum of agreement.

"Mmhmm..I knew I detected a Bangtanian signature when I was tracking the stone but I had no clue it would be THEE Bangtanian himself. Sheesh. No wonder theres so many Vorts on him."

Megan was vaguely attuned to Phor's assessment, but her gaze fixed heavily on the dragon-eyed leader of one of the most elite squadrons to come from the Intergalactic Hybe Force, straight out of the mystical planet of Purpura's capital city of Bora.

Who he was to the world was slightly different from who he was to her, however.

And knowing he was most likely after the same synstone that she was, made everything a million times more complicated.

[missamyrisa2]

If tickle robots exist, they would definitely determine that Miss Amy is perfect gigglemilk material 👌 imagine being studied by a bunch of tickle robots who will coochie coo all your tickle secrets out to find the perfect way to gigglemilk the gigglemama.

Youuuuu~!!!

Stop that riiiight nowwww stop making this amazingggglyyy wicked scenario that I can't help but drawing nowww~ gahhh it's likeee when you all give me ideas like this one I can't not create them in my mind and subject myself to my own imagination painting the portrait of your design~!!

I just think about like trying to make my way home and I keep hearing this faint buzzing sound~ unknowing that a snicker observer has been tracking my movements and performing preliminary scans. I feel the tingles but dismiss it as just butterflies in my tummy ~ which leaves me sooo open to the bots, hovering above in their ship with a tractor beam to draw me up into a big chute lined with feathery etchings~~

The examination and experimentation chamber is both loaded with the mobile tickle bots, zooming out from their similarly feather logoed doors and the fixed bots all along the walls. The endless machinery hums and buzzes, receiving and processing me by scanning and passing me from arm to arm and clamp to clamp ~ stripping away my clothes and performing body checks and temperature checks and reflexes with all manner of soft tools and probing tools ~ before redressing me back into my cute outfit and locking me into a kneeling upright apparatus~

Sooo that they can do their observation choice of the day which is the effects of my hips and hip dip tickles~ which is just sooo bad because wellll~ most bottoms hang from my hips in such a way to expose them and create the hip dips which is what attracted the bots in the first place ~ and today is worse still because I'm wearing my little denim miniskirt which very much hangs from the hips~ and as their spinning tickle tools insert into the front pockets, the feathery probes start sliding down to test and tease my hip dipsss~

All the tickle bots work their implements or observe, buzzing and evaluating my progress while my giggles and gaspysnickers fill the room~ the spinners in the pockets tickling so badly and keeping the skirt from slipping around~ so that proper tickles and teases can be done on the dipsss~ and with a chime they send in new bot for the most dreaded sensation ~ a tapper hovering down to my metal flower belt buckle, extending tuning-fork like extensions to begin testing the petals with audible pings.

Every tap makes me scream and wiggle out, trying to twist as my hips are tickle tortured mercilessly ~ and every moment that passes my princess part shows off more what these tickles are doing to me~I can buck and cackle and moan all I like ~ they never relent and never are swayed by any of my nonsense babbling or pleading. They absolutely intend to arouse me to complete desperate overload, and certainly to begin a milking procedure for those coaxed giggledropss~~

(mmmh I can'tttttt toooo teassyyyy~~<3)

[nem0c]

decide to set my becmi/osric campaign on the inside of an O'Neill cylinder because science fantasy solves a lot of the 'historical' issues of fantasy and it would be a really striking space to explore -> realise an O'Neill cyclinder has to rotate once every two minutes to maintain artificial gravity ~1G -> waking up in a cold sweat trying to imagine how a longbowman making a shot at maximum range would have to account for coriolis effect -> waking up in a cold sweat trying to imagine how a vulture would catch a mouse when vultures commonly hover at such a height that they would be at effectively zero-G (good luck diving lol) and zero velocity while their prey zoomed by at 900 km/h on the surface (with a bird of prey hovering at a lower height, like a kestrel, this issue persists in lesser form as they would be at lower gravity and rotational velocity to the surface. Also when rising they would retain angular momentum from the surface and would have a curved flight path to spinward when attempting to fly straight up aaaaaaa)

[2amtoosoon]

My alternate scene. A white page with about 100 dots and zoom in effects. The next page, we reveal the dots were everyone alive on the hotel premises at that time. The building is gone and everyone is lightly smoking or burning a little and just standing in an empty lot. Samura used his power to clear the board and only brought back the "pieces" because his daughter is one. Samura is hovering in the air before swooping onto chihiro. Hiruhiko gets jealous and tries to attack and gets his arm cut off again effortlessly by Samura. Insert a bit of my cringe dialogue anddd we're done.

[defining-skyology]

Defining Light (biomatter substance).

{{{Hello, if you haven't read up on the Megabird and how it works yet, then I highly suggest reading this post instead for today.

Otherwise, bon appetit! 🍽️}}}

Alright, let's start doing this in the proper chronological order. I shouldn't have skipped to Defining Ancestors and Descendants and frankly I'm not sure why I did, but it gave me an entire headache. I have reorganized the vocab list so that now it will be posted in a much better order.

We need to discuss terms that will be used in later posts; therefore we'll first tackle terms that are the utmost fundamental, foundational 'laws' that I've 'invented/discovered' about Sky's science, or Skyence, if you will. 🤓

So let's start here with Light, and let's start this post off with a strong statement, as usual:

Light is Alive.

We're going to zoom out. All the way out. When we zoom out as far as can, we are left with just a single image grasping the entire Sky universe (that we as the Descendant could ever feasibly comprehend, anyways).

We are left... With the World, and with the Megabird.

But the Megabird is Alive.

It has thoughts, and intentions.

It wills and wishes and wants things. It contorts and changes in order to explore its surroundings.

Reaching out towards the planet, and feeling the object before it.

To understand, and to know.

But these "arms" that are reaching out are not arms at all.

We understand that the Megabird is a conglomerate, a superorganism the size of a planet. And every drop of Light that makes up the Megabird... Is a Being.

From the Whale coughCoelecanthcough to the mantas, to the birds, to the mere microorganisms. All of it IS the Light. All of it IS the Megabird.

Every wave of energy you see emanating from various Beings

Also yes, I said microorganisms.

Let's zoom all the way back in.

"A microorganism, or microbe, is an organism of microscopic size, which may exist in its single-celled form or as a colony of cells." --Wikipedia

To really drive home the idea that Light is alive, the goal is hopefully to have you, the reader, walk away from this post and when you go back into the game, you'll really see that every little thing...:

Every sparkling particle dancing off of your character as you propel yourself into the sky

Every wave of energy emanating from various Beings (yes, even Calls are alive!!!!!)

Any little bit of glowing energy you've ever seen in this game: it's all living substance, and all made of the same living substance.

It's all 'alive'.

Any time even just a few 'cells' (microorganisms) of Light exists; we now have Mass.

And all that just to add the first TWO words to our Definition of Light:

Light is living Mass.

As we add more and more 'complicated' (tedious) terms to our roster it'll hopefully make more and more sense why we have to be this 'detailed' about our basically-headcanon Sky science. Post after post.

Since we've taken so much time up already, let's try to finish (most of) the rest in a swift movement.

Light (yes all Light, down to the little cells we talked about) defies gravity.

Levitate verb: rise or cause to rise and hover in the air, especially by means of supernatural or magical power.

Light substance has a natural trait to levitate off of the ground. We can see this with Orbs, Spell effects, and generally any particles. We also obviously see this with Creatures of Light. The only Beings who can't levitate are ones who have full-body shells such as Crabs and Ancestors.

Light can collect 'material' around it.

Material has an interesting role in Sky's worldbuilding. There's this concept/vibe I strongly get from the imagery we're blessed with; that the bodies of those who walk the earth and gaze at the Sky in wonder come from dust.

When Light is introduced to Material, be it:

1. The sands our angelic forms crash-land into upon our Formation

2. The candle wax that Light reacts so violently to

3. The rocks and chunks of earth that so elegantly (or not elegantly if you've been to Eden) float above the ground

It picks it up.

Light has the ability/trait to not just levitate itself, but Material as well. This will be important someday, which is why I see it as crucial enough to add to our Definition.

And lastly,

Light substance can 'feel' all other Light.

There will be words and terms for this in the future, but generally, we understand that all Beings of Light have a powerful Connection with each other, and this Connection between each and every Being stacks and acclimates all together to create the network known as the Megabird. Through the Megabird array, a neural network if you will, all Beings can feel the presence of each other, and are strengthened by this Connection.

With this now in mind, we can finally finish our Definition.

Light is

A living Mass

With traits of

Levitation of itself

Levitation of Material

and the ability to 'Feel' all other Light.

And we're done! 🎉🎊🎆 This is going to be THE foundation of everything. In the next few posts we will discuss different categorizations of speculative measurements on the shapes and sizes of forms that Light can take, and I

Hopefully

Will make them shorter 🤡

If you read all of this, thank you so much. I really appreciate giving your time and curiosity to my little fake science that I enjoy so much. Interaction with the blog is basically dead at this moment and I'm not sure if it's maybe the time I'm posting it at that doesn't help, but I have to remember I'm doing this for myself anyways, so honestly it doesn't matter. Have a good day/night y'all! ❤️