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mindingmybidness12 · 1 year

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Zombie Lover[Wednesday Addams x zombie! GN! Reader]

Summary: Wednesday learns something interesting about you.

Warnings: Mentions of bodily harm. More on the ridiculous side but still.

Word Count: 700 words

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“Hey, how ‘s it going?”

“You have a knife in your shoulder.”

“Yes.”

“You have my knife in your shoulder.”

“That is correct.”

“Why?”

“Well I was watching a cool action sequence and it had some knife fighting. I wanted to try it but I don’t own any knives. But I knew you did. One thing led to another and… well.”

“Give it back…”

“Ok.”

You reached up and snagged the knife out of your left shoulder. Ignoring the burning pain and the blood pouring out of the wound, you turned to give it back to Wednesday but thought again.

“Hey… do you mind giving me a second to—“

“I can wipe the blood off myself later. Don’t you think that there’s a more pressing issue to deal with first?”

“Like what?”

“You are bleeding you idiot.”

“I noticed.”

“…you’ll die if you bleed out, you ignoramus.”

“I won’t die.” You replied while waving Wednesday off without a care in the world,”I have an incredible healing factor with an abnormally high pain tolerance to match. For example.”

You picked a conveniently placed ax off of a nearby desk.

“My ax.” Wednesday supplied

“I will be using your ax for this demonstration.”

“Give it b-”

“Observe.”

“What are you–!”

“Observe. HYAH!!”

With an unnecessary battle cry, you lopped off your own left hand with a swipe, sending your hand and blood flying across the room. Wednesday stood frozen in shock at your insane act. Before she could even begin to start yelling at you for doing something so outrageous, the door to her dorm opened and Enid walked in.

“Hey, why is Thing just slumped on the floor bleeding?!”

Thing crawled out from Enid’s drawer with lotion in tow at the sound of his name. Enid looked between both disembodied hands and then finally turned towards you and Wednesday. She took one look at Wednesday's shell shocked face and towards you with a missing hand and bloody ax and nearly lost her mind.

“Wait before you get mad know that it’ll grow back in-”

*POP*

“Oh there it goes.” your hand grew back in a spray of blood and wet pop to accompany it.

*THUD*

Enid could only take so much.

“Well that could’ve gone a bit better.”

Wednesday turn towards you and just stared with her usual brand of utter disdain

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“No, I've never seen how far my regeneration could go. I’m curious but not that curious.”

You were answering Wednesday’s questions of your newly discovered (by her) abilities as you and her cleaned up the bloody mess you left on the floor. Enid was still unconscious on her bed with Thing tending to her.

“Would you…like help discovering the extent of your abilities?”

“No…I’d imagine that would hurt quite a bit.” You raised an eyebrow at the girl's seemingly eager tone.

“We could start off slow. See if you leave any scars from cuts before we jump back to dismemberment.”

“Why'd you already have a game plan? Shouldn’t you be more… I don’t know, weary?”

“On the contrary, Y/n. Your new revelation has left me quite excited I must admit. I suggest you take me up on my offer. After all, it is important to your growth to test your own limits.”

“This sounds like we’re moving a bit too fast in a direction I’m not too sure I wanna go yet chief.”

“I’ll be gentle.” Wednesday promised

“Ayo, pause.” you recoiled at her choice of words.

“Pause what?” she looked just a touch confused at your reaction.

“Just…nevermind.” You didn’t want to have to be the one to explain Wednesday’s accidental bedroom talk to her.

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“Ok my safe word is “AYO” just so you know.”

In the end you ended up agreeing to Wednesday’s offer. Now you find yourself strapped to a chair with a tarp placed under you. You and Wednesday were in the Hummer’s shed and Eugene was given orders not to disturb the two of you.

“Also we can just go bury the limbs I end up losing in the forest or you can put them all in jars filled with suspicious viscous liquid…whichever tickles you more. I regrow everything back pretty fast anyways.”

“After my own heart are you?” Wednesday smirked as she snapped rubber gloves onto her hands while standing in front of various sharp pointy torture tools.

“Well, I gotta say. Craziest first date ever. Not even close.”

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A/N: And that's that! I'm not dead hurray! Had to take time off because of life but now I'm back. Leave a like and reblog and comment what you guys think. I'll see you when I see you!

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divinekangaroo · 3 months

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I clipped this from your post because it’s easier than trying to inaccurately summarize! But I was wondering what you think about this dynamic. Whether you see it as a core part of his characterization and what you think it says about him, or whether you see it as kind of a visual shorthand in the series that isn’t indicative of anything about his approach to sex? It seems to me to be very consistent over the years and I’m curious about your take.

Yeah I think the repetition/consistency in how they show this makes it a super deliberate and very core part of his character, at least in how I read it – wouldn’t be nearly as fascinated with the story if it wasn’t.

And I don’t think it’s an accidental visual shorthand because of that repetition. I remember reading somewhere CM said that in S6’s TxL hotel sex scene they actually filmed two full sex scenes, one on the sofa and one in the bed – but in the end they only showed the last few seconds in the bed focused on the faces, as better articulating the purpose of that scene. I think they are very particular about how and what they show about Tommy having sex.

The particularity does add to this sense of overly-performative sex (EVERY sex scene feels performative and slightly contrived to me, even Tommy with Grace, even him using passionate sex with Grace in S3 to distract her XD, even him drunkenly/passionately sealing the ‘transaction’ with Lizzie in S5’s My Property scene) but I think they manage to stay on the side of the line that it feels like Tommy being consciously performative/contrived, rather than feeling like I can see the director’s hand. It’s the same sense when looking at Tommy’s various desks: yes his desks absolutely reek of being a contrived stage, but it’s *Tommy* being conscious about setting the stage, not the set designers/directors.

My reading / what I think the sex says about his character:

his ‘thinking mind’ constantly tries to frame sex as a transaction because he sees himself/his labour/his work/doing killings/offering sex – basically any act of his body as the fundamentality/essentiality of labour – as a unit he can trade for something else he wants. There’s some kind of less thought-out complex/trauma background thing here, where he believes that his worth is only what he can bring in and do for the family – labour, killing, smarts, sex, whatever. Mostly that’s his intelligence/schemes/business smarts, or his ability to push through risk/stress for high stake outcomes (stretching to do things they won’t out of fear), but sometimes that’s also his body (if combined with intelligence - trade your goods smartly, not stupidly, for advantage worth more than the momentary loss of bodily boundaries).

his ‘unthinking mind’ does actually want sex physically because it feels good. Physical release/oxytocin/endorphins etc? libido? I assume this, because otherwise they just wouldn’t bother showing him seeking out prostitutes; he’s not doing that for ego because he was satisfied in S1 that people thought he wasn’t having sex even though he was. But he is also sort of scared of sex because it leads to an intimacy that he can be used or hurt through it, hence why he defaults to prostitutes (S1, S2, S4 - or even the Zelda fling/no possible relationship) when he’s most wounded. Could theorise this is due to actual sexual abuse, but seems more like it’s because he hurts so deeply every time he’s connected deeply with someone – he loved Greta and was broken when she died, he loved Grace and was broken when she died - so, this supports his transactional approach because transactions are conditional, negotiated up front, well defined and ‘safe,’ they can’t get intimate or personal. He can use the transactional approach to justify himself seeking sex, while at the same time netting him something which feels good.

But whatever’s in the middle of the above two, is actually madly desperate for personal connection and intimacy. Despite him trying to apply sex transactionally or as a feel-good-only thing, he falls into some kind of intimacy and connection with the people he has transactional sex with, so frequently it’s a definite pattern. (I could write absolute buckets about May right here)

Even when he tries to avoid intimacy/connection – prostitution - returning from war, he sticks with one prostitute and has a very intimate connection with her? All right that's not typical?? And between S3 and S4 when the family’s shunning him, instead of just being promiscuous and anonymous, instead he has a relatively small rotation of regular prostitutes, knowing their names by preference to anonymity? Even the scene we see where he insists on someone new that he doesn’t know, this sparks from Lizzie pushing him about family/intimacy/connection. I read that almost as a “look at me Lizzie I don’t NEED connection stop pushing me” in front of her to try to make a point (to her, who used to be his intimate sexual connection, in a way that hurts her too to put her in her place? to himself?), immediately followed by him handing Lizzie cash/emphasising transactional approaches. And this is then followed by that absolutely hysterical fail of a sex scene with the ‘someone new’ prostitute, which I swear is filmed to show Tommy did not, in fact, have any sex, or if he did, it was so lame they didn’t even muss the bed.

Even S6 and the prostitute in America, it’s fascinating they make the effort of showing that having happened, but then focus so much on all the intimacy/connection in the phone call with Lizzie/kids. He needs sex but he's hungry for connection and made vulnerable by intimacy.

(And I could go on about the number of ‘woman on top’ scenes and why that particular position, or specifically the filming/dialogue with May which is one of the more fascinatingly filmed and verbalised transactional relationships because of her class, or why I think Lizzie, the actual prostitute, has the least amount of flesh/nudity showing at all from all his women while he's often MORE naked/exposed in their scenes -- I’ve only been able to watch properly the once through, but had so many thoughts on how they dealt with the framing/camerawork.)

But all up, it feels like it’s trying to show him as a character who performs sex to get something out of it that’s not sex (transaction/treats self as a fundamental labour unit of exchange), but still needing/wanting/enjoying sex (because otherwise why would he pay for prostitutes/why even put sex on the negotiating table men don't do this??), but also constantly he cannot shut down this tendency/urge of his to more softly want/need personal connection almost more than the sex.

It’s just not a common way to portray a guy ruthlessly heading a gang, and that’s why I think it’s so deliberate. They take the expected image of how a guy heading a gang would approach sex (prostitutes, seduction, sexual prowess etc) but it feels like they’ve turned that expected image/action well on its head (cares for prostitute/s, suffers the Mosley-threat and Diana-rape, sexual prowess is mostly in service of women, attempts to depersonalise himself to a unit of trade), and then they use camerawork and the pre-post conversations to show this intriguing drive for intimacy instead of sex.

I hope that’s answered the question? It’s tricky; some of these thoughts more suited to a conversation/branching dialogue than a single post or I get repetitive XD

Tangentially, there’s more thoughts too on how they weave prostitution through as a theme, or the way he’s often in conflict between those motivators of ‘transaction/physical/intimacy’ -- he trips himself up; he gets hurt by trying to lean into one or two of those, and forgetting the other/s, and can’t really ever get them in balance.

#honestly this is why i looooove your omegaverse because replacing questions of sexuality.gender.libido with 'male presenting omega'--#--it becomes a question/exploration about what drives him more personally XD #i find the canon arc about his sex/sexuality interesting because the approach feels more like a woman if not quite a femme fatale #there's just something about him as a gang leader being so up front about considering himself as part of an offer in a negotiation #then fucking it up *for himself* by liking women too much #i reckon this is why he gets so hurt by alfie too -- for all it's not sex he's just desperate for connection and connects with alfie #the s3 warehouse scene just drips chemistry/connection/hurt/relationship; and then alfie goes and hurts him too #fascinating he then runs from that and a breakdown and all s3/s4's trauma into a marriage #my meta suffers from my inability to sit down and rewatch the series so plsforgive that most is intuitive first reactions --#--and notes-based than than double-checked/substantiated XD

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secretgaygenttomura · 17 days

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(They/Them) Shadow is a Gen-Ed student at UA, coming in as a first year a year after canon's class 1-A. They chickened out from applying to the hero course because they have trauma from being in combat when they were little in a quirk trafficking ring. Their quirk is "Shadow Puppet", and allows them to change their bodily shape to whatever they please, and blend into shadows on the occasion. (Owned by me)

Shadow Kuragari:

Maxim Kontsevitch:

(He/Him) The head scientist running the organization that experimented on Nezu, Takeda Labs. Reasonably, Nezu is not fond of this guy. When Tomura ran into him, he was performing some experiments of a very Nomu-like quality, and that was the only way Tomura could get along with him. Currently, Nezu has him stashed in the UA basement lab with Garaki, to which the two get along somewhat well. His quirk is unknown, but has something to do with either elemental or emotional manipulation. (Owned by Nezu_Is_Watching on Ao3)

(Image made using artbreeder in 2021. Missing glasses.)

Evelyn Reynolds:

(She/They) A former member of the Hero Commission Child Recruitment program, and current student in the Hero Course at UA. Her quirk is Teleport, she can use it on any location she's seen before, including in photos. She inexplicably has a knife on her anywhere she goes, no matter what. She got into hot water with the russian mafia at some point, and is dating Jinni Katima. Also has a computer AI keeping tabs on her. (Owned by eris_of_chaos24 on Ao3)

Ace Hitori:

(She/Her) Another former member of the Hero Commission Child Recruitment Program. Part of the Hero Course as well, but works in support too. A very intense character, to say the least- Brutally sarcastic, formerly dating another character, Uiko Nemuri, but broke up because their relationship was toxic. Quirk: Deck Of Cards, cards that appear on her skin contain different abilities to which she can use. Most frequently pictured using a blue fire akin to Dabi's. She also gets along with Kyuudai Garaki pretty well. (Owned by ThatFlowerGirl on Ao3)

A.V.A.:

(She? Idk man they're a computer) A program created to keep track of Evelyn, hidden in an underground bunker. Most relevant appearance is when Evelyn was kidnapped and held hostage by AFO to use against Jinni Katima for an emotional upper hand. A.V.A. located Evelyn in AFO's underground lab below Tokyo where both he, Kyuudai Garaki, and the Nomus resided. (Owned by eris_of_chaos24 on Ao3)

(No canon appearance)

Daichi Yamada:

(He/Him) The most normal guy you'd probably meet in MHA. He's a college student at Musutafu University, where he participates in a journalism and gardening club. He has a pet rescue eurasian eagle owl from a cafe he goes to. He's Present Mic's one and only younger cousin, and apparently has several autographs from top heroes because he was a cute kid with Mic's connections. He's kind of a tsundere /j. Can you tell he's my favorite. He also is besties with new and reformed villain Tomura Shigaraki, and apparently did not recognize him as such when they first met. (Owned by Nezu_Is_Watching on Ao3)

Regis Gladiolus:

(He/Him) A very sarcastic and kind of nihilistic guy, tends to make a lot of accusations. A UA student in the Management Course, and gun enthusiast. His quirk is Zombie, essentially giving him Deadpool syndrome. This means he can be hurt as badly, and lose as many appendages as possible without ever dying, doesn't mean he can't feel the pain, though. This was unfortunately turned against him when in an arc not included in the fanfic version, a bully of his at UA ended up... pickling him, in many severed pieces. He also attempted to get accepted into the League of Villains by one-upping them. His points were neither feasible nor did the League want him at that point, even if Toga was willing to advocate. Currently he's working at an internship with Best Jeanist. (Owned by someone I can't necessarily tag)

Jinni Katima:

(She/Her) Jinni, in contrast, was someone who successfully infiltrated the league and found a familial connection in Kurogiri, and unfortunately got caught up emotionally and physically in it, when AFO used her girlfriend Evelyn Reynolds and Kurogiri as a bargaining chip. Other than that, she's an orphan who was abandoned by her parents, and left with a confusing quirk, called "Random." In seemingly entirely random sequences, she'd be able to call upon one quirk out of many that she posessed. She'd come to know much later that similar quirks returned when in specific emotional states, and then "Random" was not so random anymore. (Owned by SnowChild4180 on Twitch)

Kishoka Tanaka:

(He/Him) Chairman/Manager of the Child Recruitment Department of the HPSC, also Hawks' boss. He's generally a morally grey asshole who does anything to get what he wants, which makes his dynamic with All For One very entertaining. In fact, he breaks AFO out of Tartarus for the second time in this universe's timeline, because Hawks is being housed at UA along with Tomura, and Tanaka figures they could both get something out of it. In addition, he's a widow. His wife was killed by a hero, leaving him as a single father of one, and he's never trusted heroes since. He also has a very affectionate cat named Anakin, which AFO is very fond of. (Image edit by me, owned by a friend I'm not necessarily able to link to directly)

Lumen Vekard and Lumine Vekard:

(He/Him for both) The twins are a couple of silly American transfer student anthros with unrelated quirks haha. Lumine has a very similar quirk to Todoroki, Elemental Manipulation; while Lumen has a Ghost quirk that functions as his only way out of their shared body. Turns out, they used to be two separate people until they came across Overhaul. Various experiments went down, and ended up merging together their bodies in a very odd way. They're in the Hero Course at UA, and Lumine miiight have a slight crush on Todoroki. (Image drawn by me, owned by lumine_vekard on Twitch)

Hibiki Tsukasa:

(He/They) This guy's a guard at Tartarus (which is much inferior to canon Tartarus), and the only one to really be responsible when AFO escapes. He was the messenger to Nezu the first time it happened, and tried to stop AFO escaping the second time himself. His quirk is Poison Breath, which is why he wears a mask. He's also the older brother to the villain Mustard. (Owned/drawn by by me)

Alice Delpher:

(She/They) Last, but not least: Alice- She's an orphan born with a voice quirk that hypnotizes others, Siren. She was shamed for it to the point of voluntarily going mute. An ex of hers from middle school was particularly to blame for this. (Said ex was... really bad to say the least. Stalker, yandere, etc.) She's enrolled in the Hero Course at UA, and eventually she became very close friends to then adopted siblings with Tomura. (art by, and owned by Theseus_Innit on Toyhouse)

#my hero academia #digital art #fanfiction #original characters #mha ocs #poll #please rb for reach

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mks-grin · 1 year

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The Quarry AU Headcanon: The counselors each gained superpowers. What power would each of them have?

(( EDITED bc I forgot to include Max’s other power.))

You’ve absolutely MADE my day with this question let me tell you!

So I’ll give you two for each person - “The Power they would most naturally have” (like if they were born with it) OR “the power they would have later in life because it would torment them” (like it happens in order to force them to grow.)

Jacob - “Super Strength” OR “Time Travel”

Super Strength makes sense at first glance for Jacob because he probably is already a strong guy. He would fall into typical Superman rules. Minus the flying and laser? Vision.

However, Jacob is the type to deeply regret his actions, he also seems like the type to not be able to accept reality. He might use a time loop ability to go back in time in order to change his relationship with Emma. Yet overtime he would realize that there are some things time travel can’t change. Others will always have free will, desires, and will die. Nothing can change that.

(He ALSO has the most possible deaths / therefore you’re most likely to use your Death Rewind on him vs. any other character! Get it? Rewind? Ok.)

Ryan - “Invisibility�� OR “The Touch of Death”

Ryan would prefer to be invisible, I’m sure, most of the time in canon. Invisibility would allow him to eavesdrop without consequences and hide when he wants to avoid others. It would come so naturally to him. He might only be visible when giving his lessons or when talking to Chris.

However, being given a “touch of death” ability would doom him to always be alone in some capacity. He would feel othered and have to constantly be aware of how close he got to others. While he doesn’t want closeness - knowing he can’t ever have it would make him a little bitter. Or really bitter! I think he would actually opt to try and remove this power vs. adapt to it.

Abigail - “Manipulate Nature” OR “Lie Detector”.

Abi would naturally connect to nature, because she can appreciate the world in an artistic sense she would also have the connectedness needed to manipulate said nature. Being able to better care for plants and ecosystems, she would thrive doing this wonderful and peaceful work.

However, if she were to be able to detect lies, without others knowing, she might lose faith in them faster. She may not trust people or will simply be disheartened with most people. It may cause her to have a gloomier look on life. Until of course she realizes people also lie to hide good things like crushes and surprises - realizing that people are more complex than their actions. Their intentions are just as important!

Emma - “Charm” OR “Mimic”

Initially Emma is our summer season heartthrob so it makes sense that she might have the ability to charm others! She would use this power usually for good, but the occasional boost in an interview never hurt anybody? People might question whether or not they’re under her spell on a day to day basis. She would insist however that she doesn’t use it on a daily basis for constant life hacking.

However, because Emma lacks a true sense of self she might be given the power to look and sound like other people. She is able to use this ability to have conversations with someone without them knowing it’s actually her. This leads her to realize her peers know a lot more about themselves than she knows about herself. This may bother her until she knows more about who she is.

Dylan - “Calculation” OR “Clean Slate”

Dylan, being a little genius, might be able to solve problems with more confidence than another. He may have a better sense of geometry, physics, surface area, and bodily capabilities that he can quickly solve those sorts of issues. In a tight situation he might be able to work out a solution! Can you fall from this height without breaking a leg? How fast can you swerve to not hit a deer and not flip your Minicoop? Sometimes it feels like guesswork to others - but it’s almost like having a completely accurate scientific instinct.

Clean Slate meaning he can clear someone’s mind of a specific thought. He can wipe information into the subconscious. Sadly, he would find this power to be a burden and find himself feeling guilty whenever he would wipe away a memory. Dylan eventually feels that mistakes, failures and loss are all important aspects of life. Wiping those experiences away from friends stunts them a little and robs them of development. They are capable of remembering what they forget - and when they do they also remember that he wiped away that memory. This has ended in a fight before.

Kaitlyn - “Ice Breath” OR “Intuition”

Ice Breath, while ironic, would be a fun power for Kaitlyn. She would say her typical snide or cynical comments to friends and whenever it hurts their feelings she would remind them she is “ice cold”. She may even sing “Ice Ice Baby” as a sort of theme song. Having this sort of narrative following her and in her mind / she would be able to actually believe it. Therefore, hardening her heart and increasing her ability to thrive in a crisis. She would be a worse team player on a day to day basis but when you NEED her she’s there.

Intuition is a little more haunting for Kaitlyn. While she is smart, her ability to understand the intuition isn’t too sharp. Intuition is a sort of meeting of the mind and heart, in a way a lot of people can’t describe. Kaitlyn is a very logical thinking person. When gaining this ability she struggles to understand what the “feeling of dread” is. She gets little premonitions and cannot always figure out what will CAUSE that premonition to happen. Sometimes her actions, intended to avoid a specific future, are what lead her to that future. She wouldn’t share her premonitions with other, and instead feel guilty when she can’t motivate someone to do what she thinks they ‘need’ to do. This hurts her relationships because she starts to become pushy and has too alienated of a mindset to share her issues.

Nick - “Shield / Bubble” OR “Animal”

Nick seems like the type to obtain a sort of ‘boring’ power like this. He wouldn’t mind it in the slightest and would make it look cool because he has the sense to use it well! He certainly could manipulate the shields for practical use and for party trick use! It’s one of the few abilities that can be used to embarrass Jacob, which Nick can easily appreciate.

Because we see Nick go absolutely 😬 in canon, I think it makes sense to transfer that here. He’d just turn into a more werewolf-esq version of himself. I think this power would be triggered by Nick’s emotions. Not because he is new to the power, but simply because that’s a trait of the power. This would force Nick to have to come to terms with his emotions more directly than he does in canon. ( He can’t let emotions bubble up or take the back seat anymore.) Simultaneously he needs to keep a leveler head to remain human! If not he becomes a feral version of himself.

Max - “Healing” OR “Sense Deprevation”

C’mon obviously Max would be born with a healing power. He’s just mad sweet.

( Also did you see the lawsuit Max’s actor is going through right now?? Look that shit up. Yikes! Skylar, as many Judge Judy episodes have taught me, idt he has anything to sue over”.)

Anyways, Max would absolutely love to help people and has the right sort of temperament to help others. Medical school wouldn’t be his thing - but hey if he’s born with the ability that’s different!! Line up because this clinic is OPEN! (Also Skylar plays a character in another series as a kid where he is a fake church healer!)

In contrast, Max might have the ability to rob someone temporarily of one of their five senses. He might do this when people argue, by taking vision away for a few minutes, these people can’t keep hitting each other. He does this for Laura whenever she wants to eat something healthy that she doesn’t enjoy. He also could do it for kids (and Jacob) who need medicine. He never uses it on people without saying he’s going to use it though.

However he has faced instances where the sense didn’t come back when he thought they would and he does not know the rhyme or reason to when this happens. Once Laura lost vision in one of her eyes for like 12 hours. Whoops!

Laura - “Animal Communication” OR “Regeneration”

We see why this would be Laura’s calling right? Best vet ever. Or a constantly sobbing vet. She also would be able to tell more about animal abuse and rats people about to her and Max’s buddy, T-Money. Laura loves and hates this ability bc she now has the ability and responsibility to do more than just yearly pet checkups.

And regeneration! The ability to not die / or can’t die as easily as others do. It’s a blessing and a curse. In her everyday life it’s good to know she heals from paper cuts, burns, and hangnails faster than everyone else - but realizing that her mortality could come into question might sorta ruin her summer vibes ya know? Could she die? Would she age?

Despite this she decides she absolutely must use this power for vigilante justice.

#the quarry #TQ #supermassive games #laura kearney #max brinly #ryan erzahler #dylan leviny #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #jacob custos #Kaitlyn ka #nick fucillo #the quarry headcanons #headcanons for the quarry

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quietwingsinthesky · 4 months

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I mean rn I wish you would write a fic w a description of 11089 so I can draw them 👉👈 :lookingaway:

bold of you to assume i even know what they look like alsjfjgljdksk

things i know about 11089’s appearance (revealed to me as if receiving prophecy):

1) You know those posts about how the ultimate image of androgyny in our society ends up being people who are skinny and hairless and sexless? so there’s our starting point, the horror story of that being forced upon you because it’s more useful for you to be as similar to the rest of the crew as possible because then you can simply be quantified by the amount of resources you can provide versus those you take. because every single time i think about this spaceship, it becomes an even more dystopian situation because how else would they survive when they were underprepared and have no way of getting help.

1a) what i’m saying is there’s a very good reason they’re instantly fascinated by visual modes of self-expression like dyeing hair. (similarly fascinated by other bodily changes, whether natural, like when Donna gets a burst of freckles across her face when she’s been out in the sun, or unnatural, absolutely transfixed by piercings and good for them.)

1b) they are going to be so much better off once they’re living on the TARDIS and can put on some weight and some muscle from running around with aliens and let their hair grow out all fluffy and uneven (and eventually accidentally turn it orange through hair bleach mishaps and keep it that way)

2) related, but they tend to prefer bright colors on other people rather then themself, for the most part. fun sometimes but attention-grabbing in a way that layered shades of gray are less so. so however they dress, it’s with a trend towards darker colors with little splashes of brightness from accessories or such.

3) set in stone for me now is the idea that where this story ends up going is ‘Someone Has To Keep An Eye On Donna And Her Completely Human Friend, John Smith’. If a Donna can’t survive being a human metacrisis or whatever with all the Doctor’s memories in her little human brain, why should Ten 2.0 be any different. Donna gets mindwiped, but Ten Again goes voluntarily to keep living, to stay near her, a measure that will mean if her memory starts itching her about some ‘Doctor’, she’ll associate his face with John instead and stop digging.

Which wraps back around to 11089 because I’m now very attached to Another Ten getting FOB watched and 11089 wearing it on a chain at all times. It’s definitely a totally normal and reasonable burden for them to carry their friends’ lives around their neck. this is very healthy behavior and does NOT show a lack of ability to set boundaries in situations that will end up hurting them or a need to prove that they can be useful that overrides everything else. they’re fine. this will not end up going horribly wrong as the guilt of hiding these things from people they love gnaws at them, and they start looking for any other solution only to find dead end after dead end and get desperate enough to start thinking ‘well, if the doctor couldn’t figure it out, maybe if we had another timelord-’

3a) but that’s not important. what’s important is watch on a chain that they can never ever open.

#PART FOUR) in the super secret self-indulgent third act of this story that only exists in my brain. they end up getting injured a lot.#you know because of the [REDACTED] after jumping into the [REDACTED] to avoid the consequences of their actions.#fun thing about not being at the future seasons of doctor who yet is that i can just make shit up with the information i have available #does later seasons contradict it? probably. but im not there yet so its my town babyyy. the entirety of the secret third act that is only #canon to this OC on tuesdays and thursdays is that i don’t know so im making shit up.#which means until im proven otherwise i can imagine that 11089 gets to spend a decade in [REDACTED] with [REDACTED] learning basic #boundary setting. because they hate him. and also becoming a worse person to survive. and getting some fun scars along the way.#we are so far from the basic premise of ‘oc who falls in love with rose’ its so funny to me. that is still a thing that happens its just.#theres More here now #ask #dw oc

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Would it be a major turn off if a character, in a world where almost everyone has magic, only had a few chances before they have to cause like actual bodily harm in order to continue using it?

Some additional context I have to justify it are that 1. It's almost OP and I need some things to balance it out. Like, it's literally immortality that's kinda like save points, just done so it isn't completely videogame style (since that world isn't a video game) 2. Most people's powers do have side effects. However, to be fair, they're supposed to make sense (e.g. former protagonist has fire powers, so she's also heat resistant but is naturally very hot, so cold hurts more before it heats up and she can't touch things that need cold because she can't just switch off the heat, or one that's probably more cliche but they've got super strength and don't know how much force they're actually applying, gentle to them still is pretty rough a lot of the time, etc), and I'm not sure if having to actually injure yourself is a good side effect to near-immortality 3. She also has a sort of healing ability doubled with it, where no matter how awful the injury it heals in 24 hours (like from light paper cut to the loss of a limb, it is always 24 hours, it just made more sense to me that way), so as long as she stops the bleeding she'll be fine the next day But then I feel like it's a bit too much since 1. She would lose any motive to use it - she doesn't worry about death, so with the injury and pain it'd likely just be like adding 0+-1 when you're trying to get 2 (if that makes sense), 2. She's in single-digits still, so it'd be a child harming themself because they don't want to die, which while the tone is definitely supposed to get dark at some point I feel like that might just be a bit much both to read and to write, and 3. There's already another balance in place - if she dies, she'll appear back at the last "save" (considering it's inspired by video games that's the quickest way to describe it), and will lose any memory or development that happened in-between. It also only lasts ~a month so that she won't be completely immortal, she has to keep redoing it if she wants to be. So she'd physically and mentally revert back to up to a month ago, in the exact place she was no matter what happened there in-between, no matter where she's been or what she's learned in-between. Still debating whether or not there should be a way to regain the memories or not.

I'm also not sure if I actually want to give her another reason to hesitate to use it, or if it's just because I like letting characters suffer in my head, but the story isn't going to just be in my head so I want it to be actually fun instead of just agony lol. I don't want my story to be too affected by my sadism exclusively reserved for fictional characters.

Sorry it's long and probably awkward, and that it probably has way too much info when I just needed a little bit, I just want to write my story (and current protagonist) decently and not be TOO harsh on the characters. While the way I wrote probably made it kinda clear which way I'm thinking of going, I just wanted an outsider opinion that I trust before choosing one way or the other. Sorry if it's too uncomfortable or morbid or anything, idk where else to ask and I'm embarrassed to ask people I know irl (personal issues 💀)

Thank you for reading this whole ask, sorry again about how long it is!

Bodily Harm as Consequence of Magic Use

I feel like "bodily harm" is really broad and random consequence of using magic. So... after a few uses, if the character uses magic again, their arm or leg just randomly breaks? Or a huge gash opens up on their back? It doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

Typically, the consequences of magic are more logical:

-- Physical fatigue (lots of energy coursing through your body) -- Mental fatigue (extreme focus, quick thinking, mental stress) -- Loss of source (source of magic is limited so lost once used up) -- Harm to other (someone/something related is harmed by use)

You would typically choose one of these consequences (though physical and mental fatigue often go hand-in-hand), then the extent of the consequence is greater with the power/amount of magic used. In other words, a smaller spell has a smaller consequence. A bigger spell has a bigger consequence. A small spell would cause a little bit of physical exhaustion. A big spell would cause the person to pass out for a little while.

If you can find some way for the injuries to make sense, then you could still do that. But I would also add the consequence that injuries incurred via magic use don't heal in 24 hours. And while injured, no magic can be used. That way there's an actual cost to using magic too often. It's not just a superficial cost like an injury. They're putting themselves in the position of being powerless until the injury heals naturally.

I hope that helps!

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Appraisal [Part 15]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+, mention of Blood and pain, some DbD cannon Wesker tentacle, roughness

Summary: Celeste´s training continues, this time with less clothes and more bodily liquids. THIS CHAPTER IS PURE SMUT, be warned.

Word Count: 4221

Celeste knows she's in trouble. Just being held by this man that sends her emotions and senses into overdrive gets her body shivering in suppressed excitement. Wesker's hands are firm and decisive. As effortless as it seems, a great thought has been put into every movement. His hand unbuttons the last button of her blouse and just a slight brush of Wesker's hand over her nipple causes her to cross her legs slightly.

''You still haven't answered my question, kitten,'' Wesker whispers in her ear.

''I understand,'' Wesker's right hand has now found the fabric of her shorts. ''... daddy.'' The effect on Wesker is immediate, he pulls her flush against him causing her to inhale sharply. She had felt it before, but now it's undeniable, his dick is pressing against the small of her back, which makes Celeste's legs squeeze together even more in desperation for some pressure on her most sensitive spot. The anticipation is growing quicker now that she feels how hard Wesker has become.

Wesker hooks his foot behind Celeste's, moving her leg, and does the same to her other leg, making it impossible for Celeste to keep her balance, she falls against Wesker's body. She hears a familiar, slithering sound and moments later her ribcage is constricted by Wesker's tentacle, holding her up. She has always been terrified of the sight of the appendage used to maim and hurt people, she's even questioning herself for not being disgusted by it right now or why he has that ability even outside of the Trials, but it feels like his arm wrapped around her body, just as strong and muscular.

''Look at me, kitten,'' Wesker's voice is sultry, but demands obedience. Celeste complies and turns her head to face him. ''I want to watch you come undone at my touch.''

His hand finds its way in her shorts, there is no teasing, there is no playing around, he goes right for the spot that has been aching for any contact with Wesker for longer than Celeste would ever dare to admit. Her back arches and a soft moan escapes her lips, but the bound keeps Celeste in place, restricting her movement.

''You're soaking for me already,'' Wesker's voice drops a tone and Celeste bites her lip when she feels his fingers exploring more of her. His touch is firm and Celeste throws her head back when she feels a finger slip inside her.

''Look at me,'' Wesker growls in her ear. Celeste abides and turns her head just in time for Wesker to add another finger to his slow, calculated movements. Each time he slides his fingers out, her clit gets extra attention, causing Celeste to move her hips into Wesker's hand. Wesker stops his movement and Celeste releases a breath she didn't even realize she was holding.

''Don't move, kitten, control yourself,'' Wesker's expression is serious, but Celeste notices his breathing getting deeper. Celeste tries to obey him, but when a third finger enters her she rolls her hips into his hand once more. Celeste hears a quiet groan coming from Wesker, or maybe she feels it forming in his chest. The tentacle that has been holding her in place is now joined by more bounds. She feels one spiraling itself around her throat and another one wrapping around her waist and snaking across her legs. Her arms are now bound by her side, she feels completely helpless in this man's grasp.

Feeling Wesker practically touching her whole body at once makes her cunt tighten around Wesker's fingers. Now that her head is locked in place she can see clearly how much Wesker is enjoying keeping her in her place and how well her body reacts to the tiniest change of his movement. His eyes are burning pure fire as his movements begin to pick up pace. Celeste responds to his movement with shallow breaths and suppressed whimpers, but the moment Wesker´s left hand firmly runs across her breast and squeezes her nipple, a loud moan echoes the room. Celeste feels Wesker's tentacle tighten around her throat, pain mixed with pleasure resonates through Celeste's body, but Wesker's movements become more intense and more determined.

''You're such a good plaything, kitten, so responsive,'' Wesker whispers against Celeste's lips, she tries to kiss him, but her restraints don't let her move an inch and Wesker moves his head away, leaving her longing for his lips. ''but we're going to change that, I'm going to make you respond only to me.'' Celeste's heart beat strong, each beat of her heart is reflected in the painfully desperate pulsation of the nerves in her most sensitive spot.

''Control yourself, kitten,'' his fingers are now solely focusing on her clit, Celeste's vision is starting to get blurry from the intense pleasure she's receiving and the minimal air supply she's getting is not helping her either.

As Wesker increases pressure, Celeste feels her body about to give in to pleasure. She's trembling in his grip, she feels two long, thick fingers slide into her and find that spot that causes her to lose sanity quickly. The sinful smile that Wesker always carries reaches his eyes. The words that he said to her a while ago echo in her mind, he really does know where to apply pressure, and there are very few things Celeste wouldn't do for him if he told her to... if only he kept going.

Just as Celeste is about to succumb to Wesker's touch, he removes his hand. She is still tightly bound against him, and he watches her eyes with a dark satisfaction reflecting in his face. Celeste's breathing heavily, stealing short desperate breaths through the pain of her throat, she feels a tear run down her face that she didn't even know was there. Celeste looks desperately in Wesker's eyes, silently pleading, but he shakes his head very lightly.

''I didn't allow you to cum yet, kitten,'' disappointment in Wesker's voice sends a cold chill down her spine. ''We will do this again until you learn to focus.''

He softens the grip on her throat but the way he moves his hands over her breasts, cupping each of them and running a thumb over each nipple, catches her breath once more. She has always been conscious of not having big breasts, and the size of his hands makes her feel even smaller. Wesker doesn't seem to care, he is finding other ways to draw sounds from her.

Celeste is still fixated on Wesker's face, her eyes drop down to his lips, wishing she could taste another kiss from him, but he's out of reach. Wesker dips his hands down and slides both of them up her thighs, his fingers definitely leaving marks on her soft skin.

Celeste feels Wesker's bounds become looser and then disappear out of her sight. She takes a deep breath, but knows for a fact that her throat is going to have bruises on it. Each time she swallows it's pure agony.

''Undress,'' Wesker's voice reverberates through her body. Her breath gets caught in her lungs once more, not sure if she heard it right, but an impatient now! causes her to turn around to face him and if the message wasn't clear before, it is now.

Celeste takes a few steps back and since her blouse is already undone she drops it to the floor first. Her skin is so sensitive where Wesker had touched her that the smallest breeze from the open balcony door causes her skin to break out in goosebumps. Celeste is still shivering slightly from the denied pleasure, her heart beat hasn't slowed down and the blood running through her body reminds her of the pain that was mixed in with each touch. Celeste is so delicate that one touch from Wesker will cause her to break. Wesker watches her with crossed arms, following her hand movements with his eyes as she drops her shorts.

For a good minute once Celeste completely undresses herself, Wesker takes her in, the way he looks at her makes Celeste imagine his touch where his eyes fall. His eyes linger on her thighs before moving on. Celeste looks down at her body and notices red lines marking her where Wesker's tentacles had bound her. Through the redness she notices smalls cuts leaving a patterned trail of blood.

''That's nothing, kitten. Those marks will serve as a reminder of who made you,'' Wesker walks towards Celeste. She welcomes his presence. Even when he's only a couple of feet away she feels the heat envelop her immediate surroundings. Wesker walks in a tight circle around her, his eyes scanning her body. When he stops in front of her she feels like there is nothing to hide from him anymore. Celeste should feel exposed, vulnerable, but there is a strange calmness surrounding her. Wesker's expression is serious, but not in the usual way, there is a hint of impatience and determination in the flames that burn in his eyes.

''You have had plenty of time to recover. We're going to go again, but... if you fail, there will be consequences.''

There is a hint of danger in his words, but she doesn't care, she is ready to prove to him that she can do what he asks of her. Just like all those months ago when she became determined to become a better Survivor, she is determined to learn to control her body and follow Wesker's guidance.

Wesker, happy to see the resolve in Celeste's eyes, moves behind her and while holding her by her waist guides her towards the desk. Celeste tries to turn her head to look at him but a firm hand on the back of her neck bends her over. Her head is turned and the polished wooden desk is somehow comforting on her skin, the surface is cool and smooth. Celeste feels Wesker leaning over her, the contrast of the cool desk and his burning skin is making all her nerve endings painfully aware of the slightest touch, so when Wesker pushes her legs apart her heartbeat picks up its pace once more and her breathing becomes noticeably deeper.

''So eager already, kitten,'' Wesker's low voice in her ear is not helping the cause. The fabric of Wesker's trousers is harsh against her skin. He pushes her arms up and places them on the edge of the desk. Celeste feels his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers and a deliberate movement of Wesker's hips sends her body into an overdrive. Is he going to fulfill his promise and make her scream? Because if that is the case, she will fold in no time, maybe she is not ready to go through with her resolution. The dull pulsation in her crotch betrays her, she knows that whatever the punishment is will be worth it.

''You're to stay perfectly still, understand?'' Wesker doesn't wait for an answer and stands up, his legs still holding her legs spread. Celeste is so worked up that there is not much else Wesker could have done to prepare her for him. But when she feels his hand land on her ass, Celeste realizes that he has found her Achilles heel. The loud moan, that travels from the core of her body and materializes itself in the quiet room echoes loudly over the sound of the spank.

''My my, kitten, you will have to stop following your impulses if you want to be a good girl,'' Wesker's voice travels to her ears just as another heavy hand lands on her ass, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. Celeste grabs the edge of the table tightly, doing her best to not arch her back and push herself up against Wesker's crotch just to get some release. Her whole body is shivering in painful anticipation and fear that she will fail his demands.

Celeste can't see what Wesker is doing, but, after another sharp spank, his hands stays on her ass cheek and then teasingly slides between her legs. This time Wesker knows where to apply pressure without fail, and he's merciless. Celeste's fingers turn white from how hard she's holding onto the thick wooden desk when in one smooth motion, three of Wesker's fingers slide inside her and his thumb finds her over-sensitive clit. She bites back another moan and tries to focus on the room around her. Being touched by him like this is turning her mind dark and oblivious to anything else but his hand, but she wants to be a good girl for her teacher, she wants him to tell her how good she's doing.

That thought gets wiped away by another spank and she finds herself incapable of not pushing into his hand. Wesker removes his fingers immediately and steps away from her. Celeste realizes that there are drops of sweat running down her face and her breathing is hard and desperate, the pain from her previous bounds doesn't bother her as much anymore. She looks back at Wesker and begins to rise but a tentacle pushes her back onto the desk. Two tentacles slither up her arms and bind her hands together making it impossible for her to move.

''I will give you one more chance, kitten.'' Wesker's voice is quiet. Celeste is trying to control her breathing. Her skin is pulsating painfully where Wesker had touched her and where his bounds are pinning her down, but his touch is mixed with equal parts of pain as it is with pleasure.

Celeste feels pressure coming from the bounds and in one effortless motion she gets flipped on the desk. Wesker pushes her knees up and places her feet on the edge of the able, leaving her completely exposed. Celeste's hair is an entangled mess, her body is covered in sweat and her pussy is wet, ready for whatever Wesker has in mind for her. Wesker looks like he hasn't been affected at all. His hair is perfect, his skin is perfect, Celeste only notices his fingers glistening from her juices.

''I'm just getting started, kitten'' he slides two fingers in her with little warning and moves them steadily. Unfortunately for Celeste the sensation is only building up to where he had left off before. Celeste's gaze is locked on his eyes, desperate for a praise, she's determined to hold on until he gives her permission. Although a dark thought crosses her mind making her wonder what exactly Wesker means by punishment.

Wesker's movements become more calculated. Celeste can almost see Wesker planning each move as he watches her breasts rise and fall with each desperate breath, reading her vitals from visual cues. He builds up intensity and seems to know when to speed up and when to slow down as if it were her own hand, but his long fingers are able to reach the spot from an angle that makes her legs shake involuntarily. Wesker's lips curl into a knowing grin as he circles his thumb over her clit.

''Not quite yet,'' Wesker's eyes are fixated on her face. Celeste's world consists of Wesker towering over her and the pure pleasure he's providing her with. She's having a hard time to not lose her rational thinking. Her pride is demanding her that she doesn't give into the intensity of Wesker's relentless movement. Celeste feels the familiar pulsations starting to form at her core, but she fights the urge to give into them. Wesker drops his gaze to his hand movements and after a short while looks at her with a raised eyebrow. A knowing grin follows quick hand movements. ''Good girl,'' Celeste loses any control she thought she had and her body begins to give in.

A few more seconds and she would have been brought to climax, but Wesker removes his hand, leaving Celeste dripping and her pussy clenching around fingers that aren't there any more. She's breathing like she just ran a marathon. The blood rush is making her whole body shiver painfully, denied pleasure lingering close to her skin. She looks at Wesker who is still standing next to her, but the only part of him touching her is his left hand on her hip and the tentacles that are still tightly bound around her.

''Is that the best you've got, kitten? A couple of words and you come undone,'' Wesker looks at her throat and Celeste feels a tentacle snake itself around it. She feels herself being lifted off the desk and forced to her knees in front of him. He takes her face in his hand and holds her gaze. She's struggling for breath, his tentacle is tighter than ever against her vocal chords.

''I have prepared your throat for me already, kitten. All you have to do is show daddy what a good girl you really are,'' he stands still looking down at her. The whole situation is making her feel things that have never even occurred to her. She wants to pleasehim, she wants to obey and be a good girl for him. She slowly moves her hands to the leather belt and obediently unbuckles it. Wesker lets go of her face and the tentacles loosen up, giving her more freedom of movement. She is still shivering from the torment her body had been put through, her hands are shaky, but Wesker doesn't stop her from unzipping his trousers.

Celeste looks up at Wesker before moving forward, he gives her an approving nod and Celeste pulls down his trousers with shaking hands and she's not surprised to find that Wesker's perfection applies to his whole body. In fact, she is worried for her throat when she realizes the task that´s in front of her. Her eyes find him still watching her as she takes in the sight in front of her, nothing is out of place. Celeste swallows painfully and her hand impatiently reaches out to touch the man who sees himself as god. Celeste wouldn't be surprised if she found out that he was a distant descendant of Zeus himself.

The moment she touches Wesker, Celeste feels the aching pressure return to the bottom of her stomach. She wraps her fingers around his cock and finds it impossible to stop running her hand up and down his length, loving the way his dick feels in her hand. She's fascinated by the heat emanating from his body. Wesker is hot figuratively and literally. Celeste can't resist any longer and runs her tongue across the whole length of his cock, her eyes snap back to his, she's curious how he will react when she finally wraps her lips around him.

Her tongue follows the trail of her hand and parts her lips to finally taste him. She notices Wesker close his eyes for a moment as she begins to explore him with her tongue, running tight circles over the tip. Celeste feels like she can´t complain about this punishment, she´s enjoying every moment, especially when she hears subtle sounds coming from a usually inhumanly calm Wesker.

Celeste moves her head lower, allowing his dick to fill her mouth, but she was never prepared for the size of him. She decides to take it easy and work herself up for taking him deeper in her mouth. Celeste´s hand replaces her mouth and she makes firm rhythmical strokes, putting more pressure at the top. At the same time her tongue finds his balls and soon she fills her mouth with them, making them wet and dripping before moving back up and sliding a firm tongue over the large vein of his dick and finally sucking his dick in her mouth and applying pressure with her tongue as she starts using her mouth to bring him pure pleasure. She starts sucking him rhythmically, tasting him. Soon his dick starts hitting the back of her throat.

Celeste feels Wesker's body grow more tense and she takes it as a cue to keep doing what she's doing. She doesn't dare go past her limits, her throat is still painful from before and she gets a spike of adrenaline each time Wesker's cock hits the back of her throat, but soon she realizes that he's pushing his hips into her and when Celeste instinctively keeps pulling her head away the bounds return to her throat.

''I told you I have prepared you for me kitten,'' Wesker's voice is still deep, but he seems to be out of breath even if he doesn't look like it. ''Are you going to be a good girl or are we done here?'' Celeste nods and she slides her hands to the back of Wesker's thighs.

As Celeste feels his dick slide deeper in her throat her fingers sink deep in his buttocks, pulling Wesker more into her. For the first time Wesker makes an audible sound, a groan reaches her ears and that's all the encouragement she needs to keep going. She gasps for some air as she pulls her head up slightly, but seconds later her throat is filled with Wesker's cock once more, this time she feels his balls on her chin and another groan of approval travels through Wesker's body. Celeste is barely breathing, but that's nothing new when it comes to Wesker, and this time she feels like she is causing him to lose control. That feeling alone makes Celeste want to see him lose control completely.

Celeste is desperate for some air and replaces her mouth with her hand. Wesker's dick is dripping wet and so is Celeste. She can taste sweat, saliva, blood and taste of Wesker is mixed in too.

''You're going to swallow every single drop, aren't you kitten?'' Wesker growls through gritted teeth as his cock is shoved deep down Celeste's throat. He repeats the rough movement repeatedly, each time getting more and more slippery. Wesker's tentacles finds its way around her neck and she almost feels like Wesker is making her throat tighter each time his dick fills her throat, as if he can feel himself through her skin. Celeste´s nails are now sinking in Wesker's ass, she can't breathe and she can't make a sound, but when she looks up at Wesker to plead with him she realizes he is far gone.

For the first time Celeste sees this man vulnerable. His head is thrown back and his breathing is shallow, then with a loud groan his eyes snap back to hers. He is clenching his jaw tightly and she can see the muscles in his body tighten. With a few sharp thrusts he pulls his dick out of her mouth, clenches her jaw with his hand and the hot liquid Celeste has been dying to taste fills her mouth.

''Every last drop,'' Wesker's eyes are on fire and when Celeste obliges him a grin returns to his face. Celeste is a dripping mess, she's covered in bruises and small cuts from Wesker's tentacle, Wesker however has recouped and looks as flawless as ever. He gives Celeste a hand up and to her surprise he removes his trousers and boots.

''That was your punishment kitten, now I am going to continue training you,'' Wesker walks towards the couch that is on the opposite side of where the desk is. He looks over his shoulder and demands Celeste to follow him with one look. Her legs are wobbly and she feels like her vocal chords have been bruised heavily, but seeing Wesker lose control even for a second is an image that will stay with her forever.

Wesker sits on the couch and points at his lap, unsurprisingly he is ready to go again. His dick is hard and dripping from their combined slickness, the sight is making Celeste salivate for him again. Celeste approaches him cautiously, if it had been anybody else she'd have already jumped him, but in his presence she knows very well who controls the situation. She straddles him and without thinking slides her hands up his chest, to his neck and her heart speeds up when she's about to touch his hair and slide her fingers through it. But before she can even get to the back of his neck her hands are held in front of her in a tight grip. Wesker shakes his head and grins at her.

''Let's not get carried away, kitten,'' he lets go of her hands and she feels his legs spread under her, causing her to lose balance. Wesker holds her by her waist and she's left with his shoulders to hold onto. ''All you have to do is ride my dick until I tell you to stop, understand?'' His hand finds her slit and causes waves of pleasure wash over any signs of pain her body has been going through. Both feelings are so entangled she feels strangely at peace with it.

''If you fail, the punishment will be worse than before, but if you succeed,'' Wesker guides Celeste's body causing her to sit up higher on her knees and she feels a finger slip inside her. Celeste's eyes stay focused on Wesker, she´s trying hard to ignore the pleasure even one of his fingers can put her through, ''I will fulfill my promise.''

The game begins again.

#dead by daylight #fanfic #lemon #albert wesker #smut #the mastermind #wesker

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Hi. I am bored and also wanting to bother you specifically. Which theory is better? Athena Cykes being a robot (evidence being widget, how did she never get hurt/see blood, Métis “studying” just being working with her code, autism) or her dad being the Phantom (this evidence is more Métis based like how would the psychological profile work without a match, why didn’t she just kill him, why doesn’t Athena see Bobby as weird, Athena gets double autism genes) Both work well in any context. I like Phantomdad cause Athena and Apollo can bond over terroristic fathers <3

omg me specifically… such an honor… ok lemme think this thru (this is a long one)

robothena:

• actually how does widget connect to her emotions… bc there is a way to judge how someone’s feeling based on bodily signs like pulse, temp., etc., but even at that a lot of emotions have very similar bodily reactions and part of determining how u feel is like… from the mind. if i remember my AP psych 5 correctly 😎 but also even at that widget wouldn’t logically have access to her thoughts that does not make sense unless metis like… chipped her??? or something????? which is still impossible

• i think if she’s sheltered enough then at 11 when she saw metis die, she might not have recognized it? but i feel it’s very implausible that she as a child would be so that intensely cautious + NEVER get into an accident + absolutely always be supervised enough to never get hurt. it is odd that her perspective would be that warped so that she’s unable to recognize it but idk. if she has no frame of reference is it human instinct to recognize blood… (i will not do further research at this time i am lazy)

• last two points u bring up i don’t think it’s mentioned what metis does specifically so no comment also elaborate on what you mean by the autism point because athena is giving neurodivergent but like what do you mean in context of that being evidence 😭

• she does seem to enjoy orange juice and little girl treats tho so how would that work… robots don’t really need to eat…

• also based on the navigation companions (ponco and clonco; only reason i know the proper term is for CAYA) why would her machinery be so more advanced than theirs? if aura and metis r capable of creating something so lifelike then why are ponco and clonco, made after her (i think) so far behind?

phantom dad ??:

• metis likely wouldn’t have a match for the phantom’s identity but it was simon who brought her the audio recording of the phantom’s voice i believe so that’s how she composed the psych profile knowing that. 95% sure because i had to look this up for CAYA

• tbf the phantom was wearing a jacket, but also yeah she likely could have done something in self-defense… but if they used the sword on her it’s likely any attempts @ self-defense wouldn’t have gone well regardless. there’s not really enough information in the game i don’t think to say whether or not there was an attempt or not

• bobby was able to fuck w his emotions in game and put on the appearance of emotions, if i remember correctly that was an aspect during the cross-examination/mood matrix part during it, so that’s likely why she didn’t find it off. and if she did, the game didn’t think to actually foreshadow anything by having her mention it either in passing or in her own narration during turnabout academy

i think athena and apollo both having terrorist fathers would be funny tho lol

but based on my minimal research as i consider this, the robothena one seems more plausible as it does better explain some of the illogical parts of the game. ofc it’s in the “future” but literally this made me realize that widget doesn’t make much sense with his ability to literally know what she’s thinking. like unless there’s some wack-ass science shit the writers just didn’t think necessary to share like… what is going on with that

#dual destinies spoilers #i suppose #ask #typing this in the law college bathroom as we speak i got here too early lol

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shivunin · 1 year

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Oh you're accepting more prompts? WELL THERE. 👀

"an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight ." For Salshira and Cullen (or whomever seems the best fit, I can also picture Wen, but EH.)

And/or, at this point…

"a kiss shared while holding your dying lover ." :D For whomever you'd like, do your best/worst.

I am always accepting more prompts :) Thank you, Arja! I am going to post the second one separately for organizational reasons (and for maximum pain hehehe) but I will tag you when I do!

Fires of Battle

(Salshira Lavellan/Cullen | 846 Words | Light violence/combat)

By the time they reached the clearing before the Temple of Mythal, Salshira’s body was scored with a series of wounds.

Potions and intermittent triage healing took care of the worst of it, but the smaller hurts left their mark. Most persistent and annoying of them was the wound she’d taken on her forehead when dodging a thrown blade. The cut broke open again every time she moved her eyebrows. The pain would be a mild annoyance at most if not for the blood that insisted on dripping into her eye at key moments, distracting her and clouding her vision.

“Do you want me to—” Dorian began as they ran past a group of allied troops. They were getting close; she could see hints of the stone edifice rising above the canopy in the trees. Lavellan swiped the blood away for the hundredth time and wiped her hand on her already filthy coat.

“No,” she panted, “We have to keep moving.”

He cast her a skeptical look as they rounded the last corner and began to rush down the hill. Was Corypheus already there? Had all of this been for naught? All these people—all these people who fought for them—their lives were worth more than such a failure. Somewhere out there, her lover fought amongst them. He would not be able to quit the field until the very last of the soldiers had withdrawn—so his life, too, depended on her ability to do her job.

She’d just have to be faster, ignore the burning in her thighs; that was all. Salshira poured more speed into her legs, sliding slightly in the mud on the slope and picking up her pace again without pause.

But—there; close by, she thought she could hear a familiar voice, rising above the chaos of battle.

“The Inquisition will not yield!”

Cullen.

Salshira smiled despite her exhaustion and darted into the fray, thrusting a fistful of flames into the face of a red templar. The creature fell away shrieking as Cullen kicked another red templar back. Lavellan was ready, spinning her staff and pointing it at the ground before him. Flames burst forth, briefly trapping the templar he’d struck on the other side of the line. Cullen glanced at her for a split second, a smile brushing the corner of his mouth before he turned toward his next foe.

She’d seen him fight; he had been with them at the Shrine of Dumat, of course, and had acquitted himself admirably. But this—this was different, somehow, more lovely in the economy of his movements; she wondered if it was because her own blood was up, thrumming in her ears. Her limbs felt near-liquid as she flowed through the battle to his side, thrusting the staff blade into the chest of one combatant and throwing sparks in the eyes of another. The numbers of the enemy were dwindling as her friends and soldiers cut through them, so she fought her way to Cullen’s side.

“Inquisitor,” he called as she neared, shearing off a red templar’s arm and tossing them bodily away from him with his shield, “Press on!”

Press on—as if she intended to just walk away now, when either of them might so easily die in these hostile woods? No; no, she didn’t think so.

Cullen finished off his enemy, his face half-lit by the wall of flames she’d conjured. Nobody else was close enough to attack, though she could hear from the noises behind her that the battle was not yet finished. When Cullen spun on his heel and would have rushed past her, Salshira caught his shoulder and used his momentum to spin them against each other.

His mouth was hot, sweat-salty and bloodied in the corner. When she’d first grasped him, Cullen shifted as if to step away. As their lips met, he caught her waist and dragged her hard against his armor. Salshira kissed him with every ounce of adoration in her body, as if this may yet be the last time they’d see each other. There was no time; she needed to rush on, needed to reach the temple first, but if one of them didn’t make it…

She didn’t want the last time he saw her to be the sight of her back as she rushed away without a word.

“Go,” Cullen said more quietly when she let go of him only a second later. His eyes met hers, hot and intense, and then he was turning away again.

Her blood, dripping from her forehead, had smeared a line across his cheek.

“Come on!” Lavellan shouted, already sprinting away. The wound at her forehead stung; she pressed her palm to it for a moment, sparing the energy for the smallest healing spell to seal it shut again.

This was not going to be the end—not if she could help it. There would be other days, other kisses—she swore this to herself as she sprinted toward the temple that could, for good or ill, end this battle for them all.

This was not the end.

#salshira lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #what pride had wrought #dai #my writing #i appreciate all the prompts you've sent me btw #just so you know!!#someone take commas away from me i had to delete like forty from this bad boy #shivunin scrivening

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emoticonheart · 1 year

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I used ur prompt about the shameless princess and the servant here’s what chatgpt came up with:

One day, after indulging in a particularly heavy meal, Princess Adelaide's belches had taken on a sour and pungent aroma. Marcus, who had become quite accustomed to the princess's constant belching, was finding it increasingly difficult to stomach the smell.

As he was rubbing her back to help her burp, Marcus had to turn away several times to avoid the noxious fumes. He tried to subtly cover his nose with his sleeve, but the smell was overpowering.

"Your Highness," Marcus finally spoke up, "I'm sorry, but the smell is quite strong today. I'm finding it difficult to assist you."

The princess let out a belch that smelled like rotten eggs, but she seemed unfazed by the stench. "Oh, Marcus, don't be such a baby," she said with a chuckle. "It's just a little gas. You'll get used to it."

Marcus wasn't convinced, but he knew better than to argue with the princess. He continued to rub her back and shoulders, but had to hold his breath several times to avoid inhaling the odor.

As the night wore on, the princess's belches continued to be just as foul. Marcus was starting to feel queasy, but he didn't want to upset the princess by complaining again.

At one point, the princess let out a particularly putrid belch that made Marcus gag. He had to step away for a moment to compose himself, but the princess didn't seem to notice.

When he returned to her side, Marcus found the princess giggling to herself. "What's so funny, Your Highness?" he asked, trying to ignore the lingering stench.

The princess grinned mischievously. "I just love watching you squirm, Marcus," she said. "It's so amusing to see you struggle with something so trivial."

Marcus was taken aback by her words. He had always been loyal to the princess, but he couldn't help feeling a little hurt by her callous attitude. He didn't want to be disrespectful, but he couldn't help but express his feelings.

"Your Highness, I understand that my discomfort may seem trivial to you, but it is very real for me," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "I want to continue to serve you to the best of my abilities, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with the smell."

The princess's expression softened, and she put a hand on Marcus's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Marcus," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know my belching can be unpleasant, but I can't help it. It's just a part of who I am."

Marcus nodded, feeling a little better. He knew the princess couldn't control her bodily functions, but it was nice to know she cared about his feelings.

The rest of the night passed without incident, and Marcus helped the princess to bed as usual. He couldn't wait to get some fresh air and escape the smell of her belches.

As he was about to leave the room, the princess called out to him. "Marcus, before you go, could you rub my back a little longer?" she asked.

Marcus sighed, knowing that meant more belching, but he didn't want to disappoint the princess. He walked back over to her and began to rub her back, feeling her body shake with each belch.

Marcus tried his best to endure the smell, but his eyes were watering and his stomach was churning. He could barely stand it any longer, but the princess seemed completely unfazed.

"Please, Your Highness," Marcus pleaded, "I can't take it anymore. It's too much."

But the princess just laughed and let out another belch, the smell of which was even worse than the last.

"You're such a baby, Marcus," she said with a smirk. "Just think of it as a perfume, one that only the most sophisticated noses can appreciate."

Marcus wanted to retort, to tell the princess that there was nothing sophisticated about the stench that was emanating from her mouth, but he knew better than to argue with her. So, he took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else, anything else.

As the night wore on and the princess continued to belch, Marcus found himself feeling more and more sick. He tried to keep his distance, but the princess kept calling him over to rub her back or fetch her something to drink. Each time he got close to her, the smell of her sour belches hit him like a ton of bricks.

Finally, when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the princess let out one final belch that was so strong, it knocked Marcus off his feet. He stumbled backwards, gasping for air and coughing uncontrollably.

The princess looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

You really are weak, Marcus," she said, shaking her head. "I guess I'll have to find someone else to help me with my belches from now on."

oh wow, this turned out well!! i think i've mentioned before, but the smell isn't an aspect of burping that i particularly care for, but if that is your thing, i think this could definitely be to your liking!!

#burping #answered #anon #but also the 'it's just a part of who i am' line is something i'm VERY familiar with #chatgpt loves that phrase apparently hahaha

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estra-xii · 2 years

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THE POSSIBILITIES OF SURVIVAL, by owiee

— fan theory x rambles | topic: katsuki bakugo, bnha chapter 362

Okay before we start, I'd like y'all to know that I am way too far behind the manga because I didn't have much free time to leisurely read, and I just found the spoilers about Bakugo all over my feed.

The caption said that "his heart officially stopped". And I'd like y'all to know that there are possibilities, huge ones at that, that he'd survive. So I'll point those out:

note: I am not a medical professional but I had training as a scout and earned my license in red cross, so these information were either from my notes when I was still training or the stocked knowledge that I gained from experience. Feel free to correct me!

🗯️ HIS QUIRK

First and foremost, his quirk revolves around nitroglycerin; he secretes nitroglycerin in form of sweat to create explosions ("the more he sweats, the stronger he becomes"—Midoriya in Battle Trial, season 1, episode 6/somewhere around chapter 8-11).

Other than being an explosive substance, the diluted form of nitroglycerin is used as medication for acute myocardial infarction (commonly known as heart attack; occurs when blood and oxygen supply to the heart is reduced, causing damage to the heart and preventing blood from circulating effectively). Meaning, his quirk can revive him.

🗯️ RESUSCITATION

Cardiopulmonary Resusctation or CPR. It is commonly performed to restore signs of circulation (e.g. a person in cardiac arrest, in our case, Bakugo), therefore, if they did a CPR on Bakugo, with the nature of his quirk, the chances of revival is high.

But there are circumstances as to why manual resuscitation will do them more damage than it's probability of reviving Bakugo. Because:

#1: SCENE SAFETY. The first priority regarding performing of first aid and basic life support is scene safety. And they are in the middle of war. But this is not a major problem as they can just retrieve themselves from the battlefield.

#2: STAMINA. Seeing as most of them depleted their energy from continuous fighting, manual resuscitation is almost impossible. One of the points of when to STOP CPR is WHEN THE OPERATOR IS EXHAUSTED. But again, we cannot underestimate the power of adrenaline especially at these times, can we?

🗯️ MOMO YAOYOROZU and DENKI KAMINARI

As you all are already aware of, Momo's quirk is creation and Denki's is electricity. I'm gonna reconnect their abilities to the past two that I had mentioned.

With Momo's intelectual abilities and her quirk of creation combined with Denki's electricity, they can be the perfect tag-team of reviving Bakugo.

If Momo can create a LUCAS device or some sort while Denki to provide electric energy, it would improve their success rate than the manual resuscitation. Other than the CPR device, my friend pointed out that Momo can make an Arc reactor (like Ironman lmao) and perform surgery with the help of heroes in the medical field.

🗯️ ERI

I think this part is almost self explanatory. Eri's quirk, rewind, had the ability to reverse a living individual's body back to it's previous state, heal injuries, and undo bodily modifications.

Like in every shounen logic, strong emotions and empathy and whatever cliché reason, this is also a chance for Eri to get a better grasp of her own quirk by wanting to save Bakugo, because in her personal experience, she never liked the feeling of hurting someone nor seeing a good person on the brink of death.

🗯️ AND LASTLY, THEY ARE IN A WORLD OF QUIRKS, THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!!

If Bakugo dies under all these possibilities, it will be a major plot hole. And considering how Horikoshi handled the details all throughout creating BNHA, I don't think Bakugo fucking Katsuki will end up dead just like that. But if he did.... Oh well, his iconic tag line SHINEEEEEEE 💥 backfired on him haha. hahahahaha. HAHAHAHAHA—I'm gonna cry so hard.

EDIT: So I saw someone post a panel where they said that Bakugo's heart was ripped into shreds, with this the other points that I had written down will be crossed out. Mainly because I remember during our training, we can't perform CPR when the chest area is injured. But, as I've said, they live in a world of quirks, the possibilities are endless.

#— yiyi ; noises.#katsuki bakugo #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha manga spoilers #momo yaoyorozu #denki kaminari #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #mha spoilers #mha 362 #chapter 362 #owiee.theoriesxramblings

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kopivie · 1 year

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*cracks knuckles* this is what my art skillz are used for (SORRY THEN DONT LOOK GOOD I AMDE EM IN LIKE 15 MINS AND I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DRAW THEIR HAIR I STILL NEED PRACTICDE KSNEGSEGGE)

omg rigel sounds so so sweet but YEAH he might not be the best king,, IM GLAD SAIPHA AND HIM STILL ARE CLOSE THOOO i wish they could just both be the ruler but life isn't that easy

AND MANA??? SO THERE IS KINDA LIKE MAGIC IN HERE what are lapis and lazuli's mana like? im assuming they have their own magic and stuff AND HELP[ I LOVE THIS PART "if people knew what they were doing, they'd be ousted and jailed" PLEASEEEEEE

"the bigger kingdoms like the avrigian empire and the xedian dynast" THE WORLDBUILDING?? WHAT ARE THE OTHER DYNATIES AND EMPIRES LIKE??

dragons love it there because of how untouched it is by mankind." does that mean we get to see dragons. I FUCKING LOVE DRAGONS. PLEASE LET ME SEE DRAGONS--

"fun fact: lapis was born in bahmania, but was taken out of there by their human father against their mother's wishes." oh no. WHAT??? U CANT JUST SAY THAT AND DIP??

IM LOSING MY MIND[@@*@@;&=×&÷:&@$ YOU'RE FUCKING AMAZING, I'M LITERALLY ON THE BRINK OF TEARS RN THANK YOU

oh boy ... okay Okay Look this world is huge, lemme try to like. Not Fly Off the Handle

so for mana manifestations, there's three stages:

the first stage is basic life. mana is life energy — the first stage is just being alive. everyone possesses just enough mana to keep them alive. everyone also possesses an aura that shields them from minor injuries. it takes quite a bit of jostling to hurt someone — scraped knees are a thing of fiction, really. but bloody noses and broken bones are real, it just takes a little more force to cause that kind of thing, so the strength gap between real life and this world is a little big.

the second stage of mana manifestation enhances bodily capabilities. enhanced intuition, telepathy, psychokinesis, that sort of thing. saipha... well, to quote my notes directly:

“Instead, her specialty allowed her to smell a person’s true nature... and greatly empathize with people... Her ability to judge a person’s character is second to none. She cannot tell when a person is telling the truth or not, but if she cannot stand the smell of a person, then they are deemed suspicious per her order.”

she can also see the color of a person's aura, and it's not exactly something she can turn off, so she constantly wears a veil to shield her eyes.

the third stage of mana manifestation is elemental manipulation. you can control any one element at will!

lapis is a third stage manifestor by default because of their lineage — they have the blood of an elemental within them, so they can control water at will. lazuli on the other hand was a second stage manifestor, but thanks to the spirits' interference, they can now control water as well! (they only ever use it when cooking, though. they try to avoid dirtying their hands via combat.)

mmh i'll leave the other dynasties and kingdoms for another time, but! the thing about lapis being taken from bahmania!

in this world, hybrid children are... commodities. one of the rarest and most precious goods that money can buy. lapis' father took them out of that country with plans to make money off of them somehow, but last minute, his conscience stopped him. of course, that didn't stop him from physically abusing them until his sudden death, but that's what happened. he didn't even name them. lapis raised themself for two years before they encountered lazuli.

#[ 💭 — thoughts. ]#IM REALLY GOING INSANE #YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DRAW THEM BUT YOU DID AND I SHED A TEAR OR TWO #YOU'RE SO COOL AND ILY THANK YOU

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radical-superstar-daycare · 2 years

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-their cheeks growing a little warm, they give the man another smile, this one shyer than the last- “I really appreciate that. Speaking of important, though… Can you tell me more about your whole, uh, /ink/ situation? I’ve been wondering about it, and realized that I don’t know if you’re strictly human, or anything about your abilities.” ~J

[The employee's cheeks turn a soft shade of pink when you smile at him, and he offers you a sheepish smile back. Glancing away from you when you ask about his ink situation, he lifts a hand to rub the back of the neck, clearly feeling a little awkward]

Nick: Well... To be honest, I'm not even sure what I am. I'd like to think I'm human, but we both know that humans can't dent metal with their hands. I uh... I mean. For a little bit of context, I don't have normal blood like you do. I bleed ink. Ink makes up almost all of my bodily fluids, at this point

[He pauses, considering what to say next]

Nick: I can voluntarily choose to use the ink to harden my body to keep myself from getting hurt sometimes, and it allows me to heal faster, too. If I was a normal person, Faith probably would've killed me when she dug her fingers into my gut like she did in the sewers, but as soon as I got her off of me, my body was already fixing that wound. It's the only reason why I'm still up and running like I should be

#jaynon #asks #staff speaks #nick.exe #info

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The Queen of Swords combines the mental clarity and intellectual power of the suit of Swords with the maturity and receptiveness of the Queen. You have the gift of being able to use your intellect and unbiased judgement while also remaining flexible and open to receive input from other sources. As you lead from the head and not the heart, you are better able to discern situations without the influence of emotion or sentimentality. You may believe that empathy or compassion towards others will distract you from the task at hand. Instead, you prefer to know the how, what, why, where, when and who of everything to help you make sense of your environment and better understand others. It is not that you do not care about others, but you connect with other people through an intellectual understanding rather than an emotional one.

The Queen of Swords notes that you are a truth-seeker. You are open to hearing the thoughts and opinions of others, but ultimately, you filter that information to decipher what is true and what is not. When interacting with others, you will not tolerate mistruths or excessive ‘fluff’. You prefer to get to the heart of the matter without engaging in too much chit-chat or gossip.

The Queen of Swords suggests that you have an innate ability to tell it like it is. You are a quick thinker and highly perceptive, piercing through the noise and confusion to get straight to the point. There is no ‘beating about the bush,’ or ‘softening’ of your comments, opinions and thoughts. You are upfront and honest in your views, and you expect the same from others. For this reason, many people respect your opinion and come to you for advice when they need clarity.

As a determined, independent and resilient person, you have established clear boundaries, and you are quick to call out someone who crosses them. People do not mess with you, not because you threaten them or inflict violence, but because you set expectations up front about how you want to be treated. Some people might be intimidated by you, but once they get past your tough exterior and develop a sense of trust and respect, they see your softer side.

In her book, Perel talked about how women are very much verbal when it comes to talk about their emotions. While for men, it's very much a prison when they are forced to express their emotions in words. They are more expressive with bodily language. While for women when they told you about how they feel, you can believe in what they said. While for men, you can believe in what they do. So when it comes to men it's always important to read the pattern of his actions. They might say something they want to say, but not really reflecting on what actually happen in the realm of his emotions. That is why kid, you can still listen to men, and believe their words, but better read his body language. You can see the polarity of their words and actions. You can take notes on what they said, what they do, how those combination made you feel, and how you see it in an objective perspective. What I do is not just listen, I observe. I put myself apart from my relationship with them, and eventually "Strip them naked". You'll see more when you observe, and you will save yourself from the possibility of a broken heart. Be the Queen of Swords. Your feelings are valid. You communicate them to the person who close to you so they can be more respectful of it, it's completely fine. Although respect is like the very basic needs of human interaction, and sometimes to me asking someone to be respectful show their inability to do it, it's still fine. You try your best to protect yourself. And if asking is too much, then as a person who request for a respect, you should have known how to respect yourself. I think it's completely important to stay respectful towards the person who didn't respect you. You hold your stance and value strong. It will never make you less. Respecting doesn't mean you don't try to hurt anyone. If being honest can be hurtful but it's how you showing respect to someone else sometimes. You understand the value of their time, their dedication, their attention, but if it's not for you, you talk about it respectfully. Respect should be part of everyone's value. but we still need to be open for any improvement in life. People can change, as everything else in this world will always changing.

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IX - Flight

I only spent another week at the lab. During that week, many of my suspicions were confirmed, especially as I talked more with 37A and spent more time with her. It was becoming more and more apparent that there was something very dark and evil going on with this experiment, and I no longer wanted any part of it, although I doubted there was any way to get back to where I had been before.

37A and myself kept up the charade of training, continuing to hone our abilities with each other, learning each other’s tendencies, and getting comfortable with flying and firecasting. During that time, however, I started noticing less and less of the original eleven men being around, particularly at mealtimes. Three days after the entire unit had been introduced to their STB’s there were only six of them remaining. Sonny, thankfully, was one of them. On one morning shortly after breakfast, with time before either of us was due to train with our STB’s, I cornered Sonny just to talk to him.

“How has your training gone with 69J?” I tried to be casual about things.

“It’s been something else, let me tell you. I feel like we’re getting along great, there hasn’t been any instances where he won’t do what I ask him to.” Sonny gently scratched behind his jaw. Just as my metamorphosis had been commencing apace so had his, as the orange tone of his skin had been replaced by bright orange and white fur, his nose had lengthened to a fox muzzle, and his ears had pointed and moved slowly to the top of his head.

“Have you heard anything about what happened to the others?”

“Oh them? They washed out, actually. That’s all I heard. Well, all of them except poor Chris Bawyer … his STB turned on him and killed him, and in turn died itself.”

“You’re kidding! What happened?”

“Y’know, I’m not sure. One minute, he’s excited to meet his STB, the next he’s a statue and so’s the beast. Something went seriously wrong there.”

I shuddered at this. So if anything happened to me, 37A would be hurt, and vice versa? That was too much to bear. I composed myself as much as possible. “How have you been feeling, Sonny?”

“I suppose all right. My energy level’s been off the charts lately, so I suppose all of the excess body hair is a small price to pay for feeling like a million bucks. What about you?”

I sighed gently. “I’m not entirely sure. I’ve got the same thing happening, high energy and weird bodily stuff. I just wonder about the constant injections, what are they giving us?”

Sonny stroked his elongated chin. “I’ve been wondering that myself.” A beeping distracted him. “Uh oh, sorry, 69J and training sessions are calling. See you in a bit, L.T.”

I nodded. Inwardly, I let my mind drift to 37A. Can you commune with the other STB’s?

=Some of them, not all. Not all of them are intelligent enough to do this.=

Can you talk to 69J?

=Yes I can, but he’s quite rude. He prefers to be called “Kitsune,” by the way.=

Has 69J… err, Kitsune been talking to Sonny?

=No, and that’s disappointed him greatly. Sonny’s brain is apparently not attuned enough for communication.=

I wanted to include Sonny in on my plan to escape, but I needed a way to let him know that wasn’t obvious. It finally struck me how to get an indirect message to the man.

37A, tell Kitsune to “accidentally” steer Sonny into your cell. I’ll talk to him there.

=I’ll try, Ariel. Kitsune is a bit difficult to reason with sometimes.=

The tone chimed for my own training session with 37A to begin. I made my way to her cell, down the long, dark staircase once more, until finally I was at 37A’s side again.

Sonny had made it into the cell. He looked at me with a bewildered expression. “L.T.? What’s going on?”

I walked up to 37A and kissed her nose gently. “Thank you, my friend, and thank Kitsune for me.”

=I will. Give your message to Sonny quickly.=

I nodded, turning to Sonny. “I’m going to look for some answers to all of our questions, Sonny. I need your help, you and your STB.”

He looked around fast and panicked. “What about the security? Reed and Gerard aren’t going to let us just waltz into their records and find what we want.”

“If we run into trouble, we have the STB’s to help us. 37A already said she would. We need help from Kitsune … 69J,” I corrected myself, remembering that Sonny did not know his STB’s preferred name.

Sonny swallowed hard. “I’ll ask him, L.T., but he’s got an independent streak.”

“Just try, please. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” I gently pushed Sonny into the stairway, then jumped up on 37A’s shoulders and rode her out into the gymnasium. That day’s training involved a battle simulation. In the midst of immolating several targets and flying over them to escape, 37A’s voice popped into my head.

=Kitsune says he will help you and Sonny.=

High above everyone, near the ceiling, I leaned over and hugged 37A warmly around her neck. “Thank you, my friend.”

The training session ended quickly afterward, and our combat scores were entered into a console designed for tracking progress. Reed shook my hand enthusiastically, not disconcerted by it no longer having five fingers.

“Congratulations, lieutenant. You have the top scores of the team in these exercises. We’re very pleased with your progress, and are looking forward to putting you out in the field.”

I forced a smile. “Thank you, captain.” I looked anxiously over at Gerard, who marked notations on his clipboard.

“Return to your quarters, Vibria. We’re through with you until tomorrow.”

I saluted Reed, who returned the salute and walked away. I backed away until I felt 37A against my rear end. Gently I put an arm around her neck.

“We’re finding answers tonight, girl.”

=Tell me what I can do to help, Ariel.=

I patted her flank in a friendly manner. “Just hang tight for a little bit, my friend. I will call you if I need you.”

After returning 37A to her cell, I crept along the hallway until I reached X16, Sonny’s barracks room. He ushered me inside quickly.

“So what’s the plan, L.T.?” He crouched next to the door, listening for anyone to break in. I settled down next to him.

“We head out in the hallway, make our way to the medlab, and take a quick look at Dr. Gerard’s records. We find out exactly what happened to the withdraws, and hopefully exactly what the STB’s are.”

“I’m with you, L.T. Lead the way.” Sonny squeezed my hand gently.

“Thanks. And please, call me Ariel.”

Sonny nodded. I opened the door and quickly pressed myself against the wall of the darkened hallway. Sonny followed behind just as quickly, and we crept our way down to the medical lab. Thankfully, at the time of night we were sneaking around, no others were around, not even security personnel (which surprises me greatly, even now).

I opened the lab door gently. My eyesight had greatly improved since my changes had been taking place, so I made my way confidently through the room and back to Dr. Gerard’s enclosed office. I flipped on a light switch … even with improved eyesight I still can’t read in the dark … and opened a file cabinet next to the desk. Sonny kept a lookout by the door as I flipped through files, searching for information.

Every file on the men marked “withdrawn” had further information about what had happened. A chill coursed through my body as I realized that all of these men had not actually withdrawn: they had all died, many from reactions to the “vitamin” injections.

I found my own file. Pulling it out of the drawer, I flipped through it quickly. On one of the first pages, I found all of the information I had been dreading to learn:

“Subject G66 has received injections since first arrival date consisting of several hormonal by-products of her designated STB, #37A. Hormones extracted from the STB for injection include progesterone, estrogen, pinearin, thyroid extract, insulin, testosterone, and growth hormone. These combined hormonal extracts have had the effect of increasing stamina and speed tenfold, with the added side-effect of creating unusual skin growth and metamorphosis of ears, forearms, ocular organs, and hands. Subject’s injections with hormonal by-products have created the ideal bond: 37A-G66 can be considered a successful pairing.”

I shuddered coldly. The next file after mine in the drawer was Sonny’s. I pulled it out and read the same information in regards to him and Kitsune: they had extracted the same hormones, with similar side effects.

The text changed, however, and that chilled me to the bone.

“Subject’s bond to 69J is tenuous at best, and cellular degradation has been observed in post-injection blood tests. Subject’s increased metabolic state has been damaging his organs to the point of near-failure, masked by his increased abilities and stamina. Subject is expected to expire within the next 96 hours: STB designated 69J will perish at the same time.”

I dropped the file, creating a loud noise which startled Sonny. He looked into the room. Only when I looked up at him did I notice that he was trembling.

“Come on, Ariel, we have to go.”

My heart ached as Sonny tried to ensure I would escape. I grabbed his arm tightly.

“You’re coming with me, you and Kitsune. Come on!”

We both rushed out of the lab, toward the cells, toward our STB’s. Quickly we opened up the cell windows to expose our respective beasts. Sonny rushed toward the door to his beast’s cell, while I turned to 37A.

“We need to get out of here. Sonny doesn’t have much time, and neither do we.”

=I know. Kitsune has been ill tonight, I fear he has little time left.=

Tears started forming in my eyes. “We need to get you out of here.” I desperately searched the control panel, looking for any way of opening the window. My breathing became ragged with panic and fear.

A shattering noise behind me distracted me from my search. Kitsune had smashed through his cell window, with Sonny astride him. Alarms started blaring, as emergency lights bathed the entire room in harsh white fluorescence. I quickly motioned to Kitsune.

“Come here, break this window!”

Sonny patted the giant fox on his cheek. Kitsune reared back then pounded his head through the window, shattering it. In an instant, 37A had flapped her way through the opening, and I was atop her.

“Let’s go!”

Sonny clamped his chest then waved me forward. “You go, Ariel! I don’t have a lot of time.” He patted the fox again. “Kitsune’s told me as much. You guys are going to survive, we’ll cover you! Go now!”

I looked back in anguish. “We can’t leave them.”

=We must, Ariel. They are going to be overtaken any minute.=

“We’re staying to fight, then! I won’t let them die for us!”

=Ariel, they’re dying already. It does not matter whether they fight or not, they still die. We still have the opportunity to live, let us take it.=

I wept bitterly. “Goodbye, Sonny,” I whispered as 37A ran out of the hallway, then shattered the walls of the lab barracks and plunged us out into the rainy night. The dragon continued her flight up, into the night, until we were above the rain clouds and the only warmth I could feel was the beast’s great internal furnace.

Emotionally and physically spent, I collapsed on the dragon’s back, my head cushioned by the nape of her neck. I cried hard that night, the tears steaming against the night’s chill and evaporating against 37A’s hide.

=We must hide, Ariel. They are sure to find us somehow.=

Where can we hide? How can we hide?

=You have the best chance, you are human. I shall find a cave, or a grove, or some place where I can be hidden.=

I can’t leave you, 37A. We’re bonded, we have to stay together because if one of us dies, the other will die as well.

=This is how it must be, my friend. I will protect you some way. Sleep now, Ariel, and I will try to take care of you.=

I snuggled into 37A’s skin, still weeping.

=Do not weep for Sonny and Kitsune. Their sacrifice will allow us to live. Sleep now, Ariel, and know that this creature loves you like her sister.=

My mind slowed then stopped, as sleep overtook me.

(Transcriber’s note: All efforts to find any further information regarding CIBO #D70 has been blocked, both my efforts and those of my DC friends. Apparently, the project disappeared off the face of the earth shortly after Ariel’s escape, and left not even a scrap of evidence it even existed in the first place. Attempts to find any of the command structure, either a “Captain Lance Reed” or a “Dr. Benjamin Gerard,” have likewise proven fruitless. However, I do not doubt Ariel’s account of the events, nor do I question the assessment she gives of the science behind her bond with 37A.—DAM)

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