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midwinterrmemento · 1 year

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An Uncanny Resemblance

➢ pairing: Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma [Ikemen Prince]

➢ prompt: Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

➢ word count: 1,950

⚠️ content warnings: minor language and slightly suggestive content towards the end, otherwise it’s just tooth-rotting fluff

This is my first time writing for the Cybird games, but I read the list of prompts for @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis the Season for Love challenge and it gave me Ideas™ so I hope you don’t mind me joining in! It's super self-indulgent since I'm currently experiencing Silvio brainrot, but thank you both for giving me an excuse to try writing for IkePri and to embarrass him the way he deserves. Happy holidays :)

Silvio took a long look at the sweater laid out in front of him, feeling his nose involuntarily crinkle up in disdain.

Christmas was as lavish a celebration as any other in Benitoite, so every year the prince was used to receiving gifts of the highest—and most expensive—quality from nobles and foreign merchants looking to gain favor with the royal family. He had admired some gifts before, sure, but he couldn’t remember ever being so astonished by one. Nothing had ever left him as speechless as this… nauseatingly colorful heap of wool.

The very thought sent another wave of frustration through him.

Damn it, why should this be the thing that finally gets to him? And what sentimental value could that woman possibly find in it?

He could still see the look on Emma’s face when she came up to him in his study, the way her eyes were sparkling with anticipation as she presented him with the sweater. She’d admitted herself that it was ugly, but according to her, that was supposed to be the charm of it. Apparently it was a tradition in her country to cozy up during the holidays with an ugly festive sweater. So much for Rhodolite being the land of refinery, he’d thought dryly, but held his tongue.

Or, at least, he meant to hold his tongue, but then she said something about how it reminded her of him and he just couldn’t withhold his indignation at that. The moment he snapped at her, however, he regretted it immediately, watching her face fall.

But why would she be so hurt that he was insulted, anyway? She wasn’t expecting him to be flattered, was she?

He knew perfectly well that Emma saw the world differently than he did, and on some level he’d already accepted that he might never understand her completely, but that didn’t mean he would give up trying. It made him deeply uncomfortable to watch her and that damn dog giggling together over the sweater without being able to understand what they were going on about (that damn dog, who was all too quick to agree that oh yes, it looks just like him, though whether he was trying more to appease Emma or insult Silvio was anyone’s guess). As he scrutinized the sweater now, he searched for anything they could possibly see that he couldn’t.

Roughly knitted into the center was a little humanlike blob in a red suit, sitting on something green. It appeared to be Santa in his sleigh, which was being pulled by what was definitely not a reindeer, although he couldn’t quite tell what it was supposed to be. A dog, maybe? It had four legs, at least… and it was white with black spots... and if that part there was meant to be its face, then it looked somehow smug and self-satisfied, with a lopsided half-smirk.

It didn’t look like him at all. Emma was just crazy, and the design made no sense, and it was a sorry excuse for proper craftsmanship. He’d have to go find whatever merchant she bought it from and get her money back.

But still... he couldn’t stand knowing that he’d made her upset.

Emma looked so dejected when he refused to take the sweater from her, pushing it away when she held it out to him. He’d insisted that she take the sweater and the damn dog and leave him alone, because he was busy and he had no time to waste on something so childish. If only he’d known that this was actually important to her, maybe he would’ve been more careful about what he said. The truth is, he wasn’t offended, he was just confused and embarrassed to be given such a gift in front of the dog. He never actually meant to hurt her feelings.

In fact, he had no idea how much he did hurt her feelings until the dog came knocking on his door later, shoving the sweater back into his arms and angrily demanding that he go apologize to his mistress.

Apologizing was never Silvio’s style. But, well… maybe there was something else he could do to make it up to her.

He gingerly picked up the sweater, holding it at arm’s length like he expected to catch a disease from it. To his dismay, as he stood there with it awkwardly, he could feel his cheeks starting to burn in that telltale way. He had to ask himself again, why was this such a big deal? He was someone who had survived the roughest journeys at sea imaginable. He’d been everywhere and seen everything, and his presence alone was enough to command a room, no matter where he was. If he could do all that, then he could at least put on a stupid sweater.

Before he could change his mind, Silvio cussed under his breath and tossed his shirt to the side. Yanking the sweater over his head, he tried to ignore his discomfort at its scratchiness as he pulled it down to cover his body. He smoothed down his hair, which had been ruffled up in the process, and adjusted the sweater a little bit, finding it itchy and roomy and—oh, well, actually... it was warm enough, at least. He tugged at the sleeves, rubbing the fabric through his fingers to test the quality.

Well... it wasn’t terrible. That much he could admit.

But when he turned towards his mirror, any semblance of appreciation he might’ve felt vanished immediately at the sight of his reflection—himself swimming in a frumpy, oversized sweater, the long sleeves dangling down past his hands. His hair was frizzy, standing up in all directions from the static. His face was still red, and the more he looked, the more it deepened until it seemed to match the exact shade of the sweater itself.

If he didn’t know better, he’d even say that the doglike creature in the middle was looking at him with that smug smirk.

Hell no. Screw this.

Silvio tore his eyes away from his reflection and began fumbling around, clumsily trying to pull his arms out of the sleeves so he could get this thing off him already. Emma would just have to get over it on her own, because no way was he going to let her see him like this.

But then, at the worst possible moment—

“Silvio?” A knock on the door. “Are you here?”

—karma struck, and the prince was frozen in the middle of trying to remove the sweater when the door opened and Emma poked her head inside the room.

“I just wanted to...”

Whatever she was about to say, she trailed off abruptly when she caught sight of him, her eyes widening. For a second, they only stared at each other in shocked silence. Silvio was the first to snap out of it.

“You’re supposed to wait for an answer before you come in, woman.” His voice came out too flustered for his liking. Suddenly remembering how red his face was, he spun around to turn his back to her, muttering a stream of profanities as he continued to wrestle with the sweater. “Damn it... Are you just gonna stand there or what? Close the door!”

He heard the door shut quickly, and for a second he was relieved that she was merciful enough to make sure no one else saw this. But then she began to do the only thing that could make this even more humiliating.

“Hey—don’t laugh at me!”

She was obviously trying to hold in her string of giggles, but somehow that made it even worse. Giving up trying to rip off the sweater, he turned back to face her with an exasperated sigh, the empty sleeves swinging around in the process.

“I’m serious!”

But oh, the sight of Emma smiling sweetly, eyes glimmering with delight as she tried to cover her laughter with her hand. Seeing her like that, he could almost forget about his embarrassment for a moment. But then she was crossing the room over to him, and his guard was back up again.

“Sorry,” she managed, though she didn’t sound sorry at all as she continued to giggle. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. And you didn’t see anything, either, got it?”

“Well, I did see something.”

“You—hey—”

“I saw my fiancé trying to make me smile, right?” Once she was close enough, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his bright red cheek, and Silvio was stunned into silence by the adoring look on her face when she pulled back. “Or were you just trying on the sweater because you love it that much?”

He glared at her, but she only smiled back at him softly, understanding his silence as enough of an answer. “Silvio... thank you.”

“...You’re a weird woman. This kind of thing impresses you, seriously?”

“You did it anyway.”

“Yeah, I did. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to wear this thing in front of anyone else, you hear me?” Silvio pointed his finger at her for emphasis, forgetting that his arms were still inside the sweater, so the action was hardly noticeable. “And you better not tell that damn dog, either.”

Emma smiled, shaking her head. “All right. But Rio will probably come looking for me soon, so you should hurry and take it off if you don’t want him to see.”

“Then help me out already, will you? This thing’s like a wool prison.”

Emma reached up and helped him tug the collar of the sweater over his head, the rest of it quickly following suit with her guidance. She didn’t realize until too late that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and flushed when she suddenly found herself face-to-face with a shirtless Silvio, who tossed the sweater onto the bed with a sigh. The moment he glanced back at her, saw her expression, and realized what was happening, though—

“Hm. Not laughing anymore, huh?”

The smirk that graced his features was undeniably gorgeous, and Emma had to admit that she was glad to see his confidence restored, as endearing as it was when he was flustered. She didn’t even have time to be amazed at how quickly their roles had flipped before Silvio’s hand was around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

When his lips landed on hers, their kiss was full of its usual heat, but this time there was something else, too—gratitude. On Emma’s part, because Silvio had swallowed his pride to take part in a tradition from her homeland and cheer her up. And on Silvio’s part, because Emma was the only woman in the world who could catch him looking so foolish and love him even more because of it. Besides, she was the only woman in the world he would risk looking so foolish for, anyway.

“Ah, wait, Silvio—” Emma broke the kiss not without reluctance, her face now as red as his as she looked away embarrassedly. “Really, Rio will be here any second. You need to get dressed.”

“Fine. Hand me that shirt over there.” Silvio’s smirk only stretched across his face, pleased that he was able to get such a reaction out of her so easily. “We’ll continue this later.”

He chuckled at the way her blush deepened at that last remark. As Emma scrambled to grab the shirt, trying to hide her flustered face from him, he turned slightly to cast one more glance at the sweater lying in a heap on his bed, still oblivious to any resemblance he shared with it but inexplicably satisfied when his eyes landed on that little knit dog.

That’s right. Who’s smirking at who now, fido?

#I don't know if I like how this turned out but I'm just glad I actually finished a draft for once T-T #the writers' block has been bad lately #so thanks again to the hosts for giving me the inspiration to write through it!! I hope you like it <3 #'tis the season for love #'tis the season for love content creation challenge #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince silvio #ikepri silvio #silvio ricci #cybird #ikepri fanfic

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 years

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Okay. I’ve started making bnha ocs too. Just to fill out a few roles in my AU. I’m putting them in a separate post than my other OCs for my main Crossover Universe as these are bnha specific.

And yes they are absolutely fucking jokes but they serve a purpose!

Note: For purposes of Timeline, I have decided that Canon(1-A's first year) happens in the year 2X66! So the age listed will be how old they are in Spring of 2X66, with an added birth year.

Retasu Hanako (レタス花子)

Age: 17 (Born 2X49)

Quirk: Rapunzel - she can make anyone’s hair grow, even to comical lengths. Unfortunately also grows her own hair when she does so. Hair glows gold when Quirk is active

Occupation: UA Student, Support Course, Costume Designer

Notes: Retasu is in class 3-F at UA. She intends to go into costume design, and has designed for a handful of students already. Due to her Quirk, she ends up designing for Hero Students whose Quirks are unique and need their costumes to be able to function with them. Students include Mirio ‘Lemillion’ Togata, Toru ‘Ultra Violet’ Hagakure, and Himiko ‘Vampire Bat’ Toga.

Yosuke Hanako (陽介花子)

Age: 19 (Born 2X47)

Quirk: Mercy - pretty basic healing Quirk. While he's not currently powerful enough to heal major injuries or be much help in an emergency, he's capable of patching people up fairly well. However, he's noticed that his Quirk can help ease long-term conditions, speeding up healing over multiple sessions.

Occupation: med student

Notes: Yosuke seems very energetic, but also constantly tired and running on caffine and spite. Though he is getting general education in the medical field, due to his Quirk he plans to focus on longer-term care. Restoring mobility and feeling to injuries and fixing scar tissue are within his wheelhouse(though he can't do so instantly, only speed up and enhance the natural process). Despite high inteligence in other areas, Yosuke will be a ln absolute moron for someone he loves, being very ride or die and will get in over his head to help out a friend.

Brennan ‘Sky High’ Griffin

Age: 17 (Born 2X49)

Quirk: Sky High - Basic flight Quirk. Some protection from the environment of high altitudes(thinner oxygen, colder temp, etc).

Occupation: Streamer

Notes: The main server host for the Minecraft series ‘Herocraft’. American-based. Charismatic little shit who loves building and will prank the hell out of the server.

Vega ‘Nyoom’ Griffin

Age: 22 (Born 2X44)

Quirk: Quirkless

Occupation: (Currently unknown? I think I want her to be involved with horses somehow. No idea why.)

Notes: Brennan’s older sister. Mom friend to the server. Will fistfight anyone who is creepy toward the server members. (Is later tempted to buy a ticket to Japan and fistfight ‘Wallmaster’)

Lauren ‘Lunacy’ Talbot

Age: 14 (Born 2X52

Quirk: Lycanthropy - allows the user to turn into a wolf. Can do partial transformations. Comes with an allergy to silver. While actual transformation is not dependent on the lunar cycle, the user does get a boost in physical abilities at night which strengthens closer to the Full Moon.

Occupation: Student

Notes: The youngest, and newest, member of Herocraft. London-based. Her two favorite things are Minecraft and Heroes, including looking into foreign ones. While her Quirk does allow her to look human, she tends to prefer having wolfish features.

Hikari Aomura (光青村)

Age: 19 at age of death (Born 2X19, Died 2X38)

Quirk: [Redacted for spoilers]

Occupation: Former Pro Hero Kirakira (キラキラ)

Notes: Hikari was a Pro Hero roughly 28 years prior to Canon. As a rookie, she found a lead on a case and got very in over her head. Ultimately she was killed by AfO, who took her Quirk in the process.

Raiden Dentasu (電圧雷電)

Age: 24(Born 2X42)

Quirk: (Currently unnamed Electricity Quirk)

Occupation: Pro Hero Voltage

Notes: Yes this is the Pro Hero that appeared for all of 10 seconds in the beginning of Heroes’ Rising. But I have plans for her because fuck just look at her how can I not?

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baileydall12 · 1 year

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shinxeysartgallery · 2 years

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Same anon with the sona (character limit is smelly) but I was also wondering where the idea for all your ocs names came from? Like some are probably obvious, like you said Tootsie works at a candy shop in that post, so she’s probably named after the candy. But what about like Tyler for example? What’s the story behind his name?

Gotta love that character limit, amirite?

But yeah, that's a really good question! Since there are a lot, I'll put it underneath the cut here!

Let's start with the non-Sonic OCs because there are less.

Angel Auclair - I went with Angel because at the beginning of the story, you're not exactly sure if she's dead or not, and there's that whole idea of people becoming angels when they die. Her surname I honestly just picked because it sounded good and I had started a trend where the three characters from this had last names that began with the same letter as their first name. Hunter Huxley - His digital avatar had been corrupted by a virus and was hunting down other people within cyberspace, making him a hunter. Last name is for the same reason as Angel's. Raven Thornton - Named Raven because of her hair being dark like that of a raven. She was actually the first character of the three that I picked a surname for and I liked how Thornton sounded, so went with that. I was going to change it to be something that began with R to continue the trend I set up with Angel and Hunter, but I liked this one too much, so just left it as is.

Aqua - A water dragon, and "aqua" refers to water. Blazefire - I named her when I was around 8 and was trying to make it sound "cooler". But she's a fire dragon, so blaze, like fire, and fire itself obviously. lol Breezy - A wind dragon, so came from "breeze". Bruno - A tough earth dragon, and I thought the name Bruno sounded tough, so it fit him. Cube - An ice dragon; cube like ice cube. Draco - From "draconic", referring to something resembling a dragon (and he is one lol). Ember - Blaze's mom, another fire dragon; an ember of flame. Flora - A grass dragon; "flora" refers to plant life. Shade - He is black like a shadow. Shelly - A water dragon; from "seashell" Valerie - Name means "strong, brave, or fierce" and it fit her personality. Volt - Thunder dragon; from "voltage" Wendy - Cute sounding name for the cute little sister.

Skystrike - The one MLP OC I still acknowledge. I tried it make it somewhat similar to how the ponies are named in canon, but that was honestly a tad difficult. lol She works for the Weather Factory, one of her primary jobs being to clear the skies. So she strikes the clouds in the sky.

And now for the Sanic oh sees

Aaron - First part of his name sounds like "air" and he's a falcon. Birds fly in the air. Amber - Amber is the color of fire and also sounds similar to "ember" when said aloud; she's a pyrokinetic. Archie - Was a name suggestion for Scar that I didn't think fit him, but thought it would make a cute name for an archaeopteryx. Ava - Taken from "avian", referring to birds and she is an eagle. Barry - Funnily enough, I did his design before his name and when it came time to name him, I just looked at him and was like "he looks like a Barry" and that's what I decided to name him. lmao Biscuit - Like a dog biscuit; he's a dachshund Bubbles - Seahorse with a necklace that creates bubbles Butterscotch - Her fur is close to a lighter butterscotch shade Caramel - Her brother is named after a candy product, so she is too. Her fur is a caramel brown, too. Carol - Saw a comment on a YT video by someone named Carol at one point and thought it would make a cute name for a reindeer. Cashmere - She's a child's clothing model and cashmere is a type of expensive fabric. Debbie - Her full name is actually Deborah, but she goes by Debbie and she just looked like she'd be a Deborah to me. lol (Same kinda logic I had with Barry) Dot - Ladybug covered in spots (or dots, if you will) Downy - From "down", which in this context is a type of soft, protective feathers that baby birds are born with. She's a fantail pigeon, so a type of bird that would be born with down feathers. Eva - Cynthia's evil counterpart from a parallel dimension; saying Eva out loud sort of sounds like "evil" if you stretch it and that was "haha funny" to me. Evelyn - I liked the name. :) Flare - Came from "flare gun". She was a part of a spy network for a while, where she learned how to use several types of guns, flare guns being one of them. Fresh - I actually didn't name him, my friend did. He was a joke OC and the concept and name both were based off those ads that are just like an image of Batman with the text "Buy Axe" and nothing else. Another friend did a skunk character based off the Axe ads in particular and I did a snail character based off the Dial Soap ads in particular. So Fresh, like being fresh out of the shower after using the soap. lmao Julian - He's a jewel dragonfly, and the first part of his name sounds like "jewel" when said out loud. Kelsi - Kiwi character; thought it would sound good having her name begin with a K so it could be "[K name] the Kiwi" and Kelsi fit pretty well imo. Mecha Cynthia - Robotic doppelganger of Cynthia; "mecha" referring to machines. Noel - While thinking of Carol's design, thought that "carol" made me think of Christmas while "noel" was another word that had the same thing. Nutmeg - Squirrel nut farmer; nut. lol Oreo - Mostly black fur with some white patches like an Oreo cookie. Peter Dactyl - "Dactyl" from "pterodactyl", his species, and Peter because "pterodactyl" begins with a P. "Peter" also would make his full name have the same amount of syllables as "pterodactyl". Pinchy - He's a scorpion and right after that large stinger tail, they're kinda known for having large pincers that will pinch you if they can get ahold of you. Quill - She's a hedgehog, and the spiky things on their back are called quills. Ramona - Sounded like a cute name and I felt it fit her. Rémy Rynchus - "Rhynchus" from "rhamphorynchus", his species, and Rémy because "rhamphorynchus" begins with an R. "Rémy" also makes his full name match syllables with "rhamphorynchus", just like with Peter. Sabrina - I liked the name and felt it fit her. :) Sandy - Girl scout known mainly for her cookie sales; there's a type of cookie called sandies. Scar - Sounds tough, and also references the scar across his left eye. Spot - Mostly white fur with a black spot over his left eye. Taffy - Much like her parents, is named after a type of candy. Talon - He is a falcon and large birds like that have talons on their feet.

#anon ask #shinxey's asks #original ocs #sonic fan character #sonic ocs #shinxey's ocs #I am NOT tagging all 80 of them #the one flaw with having so many ocs #at least I can remember them though?#watch me end up making more after this lmao #back to OC Hell I go

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journeydb · 2 years

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November 14 2021 Barcelona

Sundays are such special days! On Sundays morning I have more time to meditate, work on this blog, write in my journal, and, if I have time, write the memoir I’m working on about my mother and her sisters, because I’m not rushing off to a class, doing other exercise, or grocery shopping. I also have a real breakfast of eggs and sometimes toast, not just my fruit shake and tea. It’s almost like a celebration of relaxation, inspiration, and creativity!

Inevitably, though, Bruce will want us to take an excursion, or we’ll go on an excursion with friends, so I seldom get the whole day to focus inward. But I love excursions and learning so I’m always happy to make the effort. Today Bruce’s plan was to visit the lovely Parc de Les Aigues in Horta/Guinardo.

Although small, the park was impressive and is probably even more so during the spring when the flowers are in bloom. Maybe we’ll return next spring.

This mansion, which almost looks like a castle, caught my attention. There are many such homes in this part of Barcelona. I think some have been converted to apartments or Air B&Bs, or have become museums. Some, however, have stayed in the family and are actually residences!

The next stop on this excursion was the CosmoCaixa museum, which we had never visited before.

The reason we visited today was the Tesla exhibition. Not, not Tesla the car company, Tesla the man! He was an amazing visionary and this celebration of his genius was very well presented.

Tesla’s story is one of a brilliant man who thought “outside the box” and tried to change the world for the better. He fought against the forces of greed and narcissism embodied by some of the industrialists who were in the game for the advancement of their own wealth and power.

According to Wikipedia:

“Nikola Tesla (10 July 1856 – 7 January 1943) was a Serbian-American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, and futurist best known for his contributions to the design of the modern alternating current (AC) electricity supply system.

Born and raised in the Austrian Empire, Tesla studied engineering and physics in the 1870s without receiving a degree, gaining practical experience in the early 1880s working in telephony and at Continental Edison in the new electric power industry. In 1884 he emigrated to the United States, where he became a naturalized citizen. He worked for a short time at the Edison Machine Works in New York City before he struck out on his own. With the help of partners to finance and market his ideas, Tesla set up laboratories and companies in New York to develop a range of electrical and mechanical devices. His alternating current (AC) induction motor and related polyphase AC patents, licensed by Westinghouse Electric in 1888, earned him a considerable amount of money and became the cornerstone of the polyphase system which that company eventually marketed.

Attempting to develop inventions he could patent and market, Tesla conducted a range of experiments with mechanical oscillators/generators, electrical discharge tubes, and early X-ray imaging. He also built a wireless-controlled boat, one of the first-ever exhibited. Tesla became well known as an inventor and demonstrated his achievements to celebrities and wealthy patrons at his lab, and was noted for his showmanship at public lectures. Throughout the 1890s, Tesla pursued his ideas for wireless lighting and worldwide wireless electric power distribution in his high-voltage, high-frequency power experiments in New York and Colorado Springs. In 1893, he made pronouncements on the possibility of wireless communication with his devices. Tesla tried to put these ideas to practical use in his unfinished Wardenclyffe Tower project, an intercontinental wireless communication and power transmitter, but ran out of funding before he could complete it.

After Wardenclyffe, Tesla experimented with a series of inventions in the 1910s and 1920s with varying degrees of success. Having spent most of his money, Tesla lived in a series of New York hotels, leaving behind unpaid bills. He died in New York City in January 1943.Tesla's work fell into relative obscurity following his death, until 1960, when the General Conference on Weights and Measures named the SI unit of magnetic flux density the tesla in his honor. “

There is still controversy surrounding Nikola Tesla and the way the “powers that be” at that time treated him and his inventions. To many he was a proponent of sustainability and protecting the Earth and her resources. To others, he was a threat for that very reason, especially those making money from the exploitation of the Earth. According to The Fifth State:

“From the invention of the particle beam to radar, the electric car, robotics, and remote-controlled drones, Tesla mental-modelled solutions to problems with such clarity of mind that he could visualize the individual parts of a machine or mechanism in three dimensions, then run simulations in his head and check for wear and tear.

He even pioneered interplanetary radio communication with Guglielmo Marconi, whom he later fell out with when the US Patent Office mysteriously overturned his patents and effectively credited Marconi with the invention of the radio; Marconi was, in fact, using several of Tesla’s patents.

Tesla was so far ahead of his time, the genius of many of his early inventions — used to develop the radio and television, fluorescent and induction lighting, and MRIs and X-rays –- only came to light after his death.

Tesla’s long-held dream was to create a source of inexhaustible, clean energy that was free for everyone. He strongly opposed centralized coal-fired power stations that spewed carbon dioxide into the air that humans breathed.

He believed that the Earth had “fluid electrical charges” running beneath its surface, that when interrupted by a series of electrical discharges at repeated set intervals, would generate a limitless power supply by generating immense low-frequency electrical waves.

One of Tesla’s most extraordinary experiments was to transmit electrical power over long distances without wires or cables — a feat that has baffled scientists ever since .His grand vision was to free humankind from the burdens of extracting, pumping, transporting, and burning fossil fuels — which he viewed as “sinful waste”.

Tesla was eventually undone by what he called “ignorant, unimaginative people, consumed by self-interest”— powerful men that sought to protect the immensely profitable, low-tech industries they had spent a lifetime building. Today’s fossil-fuel industry, a legacy of that past, has fought just as hard in recent decades to protect the same interests.”

What a different world we might have today if people had listened to NikolaTesla and financiers had invested in his clean energy solutions! At least now we are on the right track but it has taken too long and we don’t have much time, especially if the vested interests keep using their wealth and power to thwart the efforts of activists, environmentalists, and others who have seen the light and want to move ahead to the clean energy future which could save our planet.

After visiting the museum we found our way to Carrer Major de Sarria, a walking mall with stores and restaurants on both sides. Bruce, of course, was searching for a bakery or pastry shop to get a croissant or a brownie and he found both at this shop, Foix de Sarria, which has been here since 1886. Bruce was happy with his snack and we went home for dinner, pleased with our excursion and the things we saw and learned.

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xenia is so pretty and special for having a wide jaw and a chin that is rounded instead of pointy and i love her so much

#text #lvstrck #every other voltage character (esp. the women) are SO pointy and narrow in the face!!!!#xenia is markedly different visually than the designs they usually go for even beyond the obvious choices #and i!!! love!!!! her!!!!!#also her best cgs actually pay attention to this fact

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7spaceace7 · 3 years

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Secrets (A Donatello x Reader)

This is incredibly self-indulgent and was really just a fic for me to obsess over tesla coils, but my girlfriend convinced me to post it- so here it is! It got kind of long too, but I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3236

Reader is given feminine terms in this one

Mild cursing (thank you Raph)

Absolute fluff attack, the sweetness will rot your teeth

Singing was your greatest passion. From a young age, you had been roped into music, the emotions it could represent with just a few notes and some relatable lyrics. It was happiness, it was sadness, it was anger and excitement, and it was everything you couldn’t express well enough with just words. Being a writer, sometimes that would get frustrating, but music helped you overcome the most challenging spots in a new piece or story. This is why you would constantly have earbuds in as you sang along to every song you’d memorized on your Spotify shuffle.

And Donnie noticed this. Every time you would enter the turtles’ lair, he would see you unplug and pack-up your headphones. Hell, he was even able to detect your singing from the sounds of the sewer tunnels echoing with every step you took closer. He’d hear you talk about the music or soundtracks of your favorite games and movies, analyzing what every slight twinge or reprise would allude to. And he loved every part of it. He loved getting to see those moments where music was all you could focus on. Your heart rate rose exponentially in anticipation and excitement. Your eyes would screw shut while you broke into a grin. Your hands would mimic motions to the beat as you played on invisible drums, or strummed a nonexistent guitar.

It was adorable to him, to say the least. But he never told you so. He never said a word, in case this might scare you off for coming across as “creepy” or weird. He knew most people probably didn’t pay this close attention to little things like that, but then again, he also knew that most people weren’t madly in love with you.

Which Donatello was.

He couldn’t tell you, because once he started rambling about you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. And if he didn’t stop, then he’d run the 89.07% chance risk of telling you how he’d been in love with you since the day they met you. That was way too high for him to be comfortable. No, he couldn’t tell you, no matter how badly he wanted you to know.

“Okay, so what if you just show ‘er you’re interested instead?” Raph asked, half paying attention to his brother’s predicament, half pounding the punching bag before him into the ground. Leo was in the dojo meditating, and Mikey was playing video games in the living room, which left the two middle brothers to their own devices. For Donnie, this was literally. His three-fingered hands fiddled with his latest electrical circuit. It was bound for sending the right amount of voltage into his inventions without needing four power strips and a generator all on their own. Unfortunately, he was too distracted to actually delve into its components, and settled for breaking and piecing it back together again.

“Show her? How would I do that?” Donnie’s voice trembled at the thought.

“I dunno, you’re the genius here,” Raph huffed, “There’s gotta be somethin’ in this place that you think she’d find cool. She loves music, right?”

“Yeah, like a lot, she even-”

“Rhetorical question, Don, heard the rant plenty,” His brother cut him off. Pausing his violent onslaught of the dummy, he turned to face him. “You’re nervous ‘cause you ain’t ever done somethin’ for a pretty girl before, I get it. So do somethin’ you know you’re good at. That’ll take the nerves off, your plan works, and then I won’ have to listen to you babbling about whatever new fuckin’ thing she did today. Win win.”

The younger turtle paused. “That was...actually pretty sound advice, thank you, Raph.”

“Anytime,” Raph nodded, a smug smile tugging at his lips from being able to help. Problem was, now he was invested. He’d listened to his brother’s rants and rambles and failed plans of possibly confessing for weeks now, what was gonna happen once he finally did it? Raph plopped onto one of Donnie’s bean bag chairs. He didn’t bother to pick up the training dummy. “So what ya gonna do, smart guy?”

Donnie blinked a few times, glasses twitching on his nose as he pushed them up. He didn’t know it, but you coined this his “brainstorming face”. He fiddled with the circuits once again.

“Uh...I’m not sure,” His tongue went dry. A million ideas fly through his brain each minute, and this decides to be the time that he can’t think of a single one good enough. Figures. “I could build her something? Maybe a new stereo, or upgrade the one she has.”

Raph made a noise of disapproval. “You can do better, any old fix-it guy could do that.”

“Fair. Maybe I could- ow!”

A short buzz of the air cut him off as his fiddling paid off. To the world’s great irony, a light bulb several inches away lit up.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I…” Donnie trailed off. The purple-clad turtle’s eyes widened as he registered what happened. “I’m better than good, I just had an epiphany!”

“Epipha-what?”

“An epiphany, sudden realization, an idea!” Donnie flicked his goggles back down, enhancing his vision with the magnifier on it. Wires were tugged in and out, and a transmitter was displaced. With a snort of triumph, he raised it to the air for his brother to see. “This is the answer!”

“A tiny board thing. Just what she’s always wanted,” Raph rolled his eyes, but Donnie was prepared for this.

“Not just a tiny board, a tiny board with this!-” With great haste, Donnie was next to Raph, holding the board out properly. “My side-side project, this little thing, look at the coil here, this is it! This is a tesla coil, capable of transmitting thousands and thousands of volts of energy surging through the air, powering anything within its radius, which is perfect and exactly why I needed to reconfigure it to power my lab and this one new machine I’m working on, but that’s not why this is the perfect idea!”

“Wow, please continue, professor, I’m dyin’ to know.”

“Glad you asked! Watch this!” One aux cord, T-Phone connection, and light-dimming later, the lab went dark in anticipation. And suddenly, with the press of a play button on Donnie’s shuffle, music started to fill the air. But it wasn’t coming from his phone. It was coming from the coils, surging and creating not only electric energy that was visible to the human eye as it sparked, but music. Sound. The beats and notes of the song playing sprouted out in the form of electricity.

Raph’s green eyes became transfixed on the sparks flying out. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right!” Came the squeals of utter nerding out, “This is only a tabletop version of an SGTC circuit, my own type of it anyway based on Tesla’s original designs, but if I reworked it, made it bigger, made it lifelike and maybe four or five of them, I could create the most advanced musical performance this city has ever seen!”

“I’m gonna pretend I know everything you just said because clearly this is your nerd thing,” Raph started, utterly confused. Even still, a reassuring smile framed his features. “But this looks pretty damn cool. This right here? Exactly what ‘m sayin’, Don. This is you.”

“Do you think she’ll like it...?” Donnie asked in a hopeful voice. He wasn’t just asking about the invention.

“Course she will.”

~x~

A couple weeks had passed since that fateful conversation with Raph. He’d been in and out of the lab since then, but between patrols and the mandatory bathroom breaks, there was hardly a time he wasn’t working on his great new project. You weren’t even allowed to go into the lab, per his request, for all his time there.

However, he always made sure to make at least one movie whenever you’d come hang out at the lair from work.

Finally, one Friday night, the set up was complete. Pride swelled in Donnie’s chest as he looked at his creation: six symmetrically placed tesla coils sprung up from the ground and walls all around his lab space. The coilings wrapped around metal frames, spiraling into a beautiful arrangement of engineering, if he did say so himself. Mikey said it looked like the lasers out of a DC comic, which was also not a bad thing to be. He just hoped that you would like it. All of it was for you, of course, but over the weeks that he’d been preparing it, he found more beauty in the music of tesla coils than he ever had appreciated before.

Donnie thought he might thank you for that, if he could get his nerves around it.

God, he was so nervous. Anxiety rushed through his body like the electric pulses he was perfecting. They were already done, but it was all he could do to distract himself while waiting for you to arrive. Maybe the frequencies weren’t in the right key. What if they sounded better this way? Or maybe the firing power wasn’t enough? Trajectory looked alright, maybe it just-

“Donnie?”

“Gh! Y/N, hey!” Stammered the surprised terrapin after knocking his head against the top of a coil. His goggles were on the setting of night-vision, but that didn’t account for night-spatial-awareness, it seemed.

“I got your text to come,” You tried to smile at him, but the dark laboratory proved to make that difficult. “How come it’s so dark in here?”

“Uh, well, that’s p-part of the surprise! Eheh. Gimme just a second-”

You waited patiently outside of his lab, vision still applicable, but grew concerned the more strange noises and clangs you heard coming from inside. This was definitely a whole new level of “Donnie Surprises” just by how nervous he seemed about it.

You yelped when his hand grabbed your arm and dragged you back inside the darkness.

“Okay, uh,” He started, before clapping his hands together for the lights to switch back on, “This is what I wanted to show you.”

Your gaze spun all around the lab. After adjusting to the light, you could clearly see giant mechanism after mechanism placed strategically around in a dome-like setup. Coils that protruded like round-edged spikes circled you both, and in the center was a metal cage.

“Oh my god…” You almost whispered. A large grin broke out onto your face as you stared in quiet marvel at the scene. His plan was working, and Donnie lit up with an outstretched arm in presentation.

“These bad boys are called tesla coils-”

“Tesla coils!” You squealed in imperfect unison to what you assumed was the start of an explanation. “You made tesla coils, Donnie, holy shit!”

“You’ve heard of them?!” Donnie exclaimed, eyes widening behind his glasses.

“YES!” Your hands began to wave around excitedly, “Oh my god I used to be OBSESSED with these things! I heard about when I was a kid from that old movie, oh what was it, it was like the apprentice’s-”

“Sorcerer’s Apprentice!”

“THAT! Yes!”

“I haven’t seen that movie in years!”

“Me neither! All I remember is that Hiccup’s voice actor totally nerded out and programmed his giant tesla coils to play music for the girl he wanted to impress, and it was the coolest thing because these giant machines were playing music, music out of nothing but sparks of electricity at different frequencies, which to be honest probably would have caused more of an energy problem than the movie suggested because goddamn do they take up a lot of power, but I was like six and didn’t care!” You laughed in an energetic burst of word association, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Donnie could have kissed you then and there for that alone.

A grin crept onto his lips as he watched you ramble on about the movie, leaving all anxious thoughts to fall from his mind. For once, someone actually understood one of his passions. Better than that, she was explaining the process to him of all people! Sure, she was intuitive enough to know he didn’t need it, he literally had just built them after all. This was just out of pure excitement. Someone in his life was talking about science and technology like they were the most fascinating things on the planet, just as the purple-masked turtle believed it was. Well, second only to the ecstatic girl in front of him.

“-And so, I randomly remembered it again not that long ago, so I looked it up and found so many videos on YouTube about it. I kid you not, I listened to tesla coils and tesla coils alone for a solid week.”

You breathed heavily, a little winded after such an intense info-dump. God, he always loved when you got excited about something.

“This is kind of surreal,” Donnie chuckled a bit, pushing up his glasses when they tumbled down his nose, “I had no idea you’d get what these were, much less have known so much about them.” Donnie’s eyes widened at his own panicked-fueled blabbering. “N-Not that I think you’re stupid! I just-- I mean it’s not-- common? It’s more of-”

“A niche interest, yeah. No worries,” You finished for him, signaling his stuttered words hadn’t fallen on offended ears. Donnie quietly sighed in relief. Time ticked by in seconds, but even that was much too fast for this martial artist to grasp. If he could have constructed a device to pause the fabrics of time, he would have long ago, simply to relish the moments with you that meant everything to him. It wasn’t your fault your eyes captivated him more than any element he’s worked with.

“So,” You began eagerly, startling him out of his thoughts, “Are we gonna listen to some zappy poles go brrr or what?”

Donnie snorted at your juvenile word choice. “Yeah, totally. Now, ah,” He walked over toward the large cage in the center, stepped inside, then poked his head out with a dorky grin. A large, green hand stood outstretched towards you. “I think you’d better step inside my cage.”

“If you keep quoting the damn movie like this, I am going to explode from excitement, and it will be your fault!” It was a wonder how you hadn’t caught onto his plan yet, honestly. You made no sense of hesitation before grabbing his offered hand (even though your hands were small enough that they hardly matched his palm’s size), and clambered into the cage in front of him. This was a great excuse for you to be close to him without it being weird. And now, with your back brushing up against his plastron, the butterflies in his chest told him it was totally a good call.

Donatello would take this secret to his grave, however.

“Put your hands on the rail here, yep just like that,” Donnie nodded after your hands found the safeguard rail. A couple buttons tapped into a laptop later, he settled his own hands next to yours. “Let the magic begin.”

Magic would have been the understatement of the year. A coil in front of you quickly shot out its first spark. Familiar music breached the sound barrier to your ears. The one behind you both caught it instantly. Spark after spark sent back and forth between the coils, soaring through the lab like the most incredible game of electric catch.

“Whoa!” You laughed when the sparks would bounce off the cage itself, pressing closer to the turtle behind you (much to his surprise every time). Your shining e/c eyes never left the electric bolts shooting out. “This is insane!”

“Heh, glad you like it!” Donnie watched you closely that entire time, more entranced by your excitement and wonderstruck self than anything he’d created. He could power up the tesla coils anytime of day, but this was a special moment he’d never be able to recreate in a controlled environment. This was no experiment, this was real and it was happening right now.

The only thing left to do was tell you how he felt.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something,” He began, stepping away to give you a bit of space. His heart rate was increasing by the second. The way you turned to look at him wasn’t helping, either.

“What is it?” You spoke softly, somehow able to be heard over the music. Donnie could hardly meet your eyes, so he took your hands in his instead.

“I...I don’t know how to say this exactly,” He started, “I’ve been trying to do it for months, going over every possible conjuncture of words, something that would be heartfelt and honest, poetic even? But the truth is, words aren’t my thing, th-they never have been. I’m a science guy, I take things apart and put them back together again, I figure out what makes them work, I see life as a million tiny parts to analyze.”

He paused his quickened speech to take a breath. Your hands squeezed his larger ones as an offer to continue.

“And so, I’m...bad at feelings. I see it all as chemicals and components used by the brain to create action and reaction. But now I’m not so sure if that’s all they are, and really the only thing I am sure about is that it’s because of you that I’m questioning everything I ever thought I knew. Maybe, maybe life is more than atoms and chemicals, and instead it’s about..moments. Moments like this. Moments that...that I..that I really want to keep forever and play over and over again.”

“Donnie…” You spoke. This time he squeezed your hands.

“I know I’m rambling and I should really get to the point, so what I’m trying to say is,” He took another breath, steady this time. His gaze met yours again. “I want to live these moments with you every day. You’re special to me. You’re part of our family, but this is more than that, this feeling is-”

“Love.” You finished for him. Both of your eyes widened as you realized the other felt how you each did.

Donatello nodded slowly, hesitant to be so certain, but knowing it was true. There were no more words to be exchanged after that, only actions, only movements so soft and gentle that the large terrapin was certain he’d break if they could fit in his hands. Your hands left his and instead reached up to grab the long ends of his mask, and tugged gently for him to reach you. He leaned down without a thought. A three-fingered hand found your waist this time.

You kissed. Soft, human lips connected to his slightly chapped reptilian ones. The turtle had waited for this moment since he realized the attraction he felt towards you was not just powerful chemical reactions, but true feelings. It wasn’t biology, it was chance and fate and one-in-a-million all at once. As the sparks continued to (literally) fly, Donnie let his eyes close. This was the present. He was here, he was holding a great new adventure in his hands, and there was a brilliant future just around the corner.

The song may have finished, but this is what would last forever.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #donatello x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014 #tesla coils #tmnt raphael #donnie and raph are good bros #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt 2016 #donatello #raphael #donnie #raph #donnie x reader #fanfics

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shinonometrash · 3 years

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💕🍄The 12 Days of Ayumu 🍄💕

July 16th, Day 11 of Ayumu’s Birthday Celebration Countdown!!

On the 11th day of Ayumu my mushroom gave to me~🎶 One ruby ring~🎶 (no I totally didn’t choose the title of this celebration to make that joke why would I do that 😅) Ahhhhhhhh, okay this is one of the things I’ve been most excited to post!! I started working on this weeks ago, it’s what gave me the idea of doing the countdown for his birthday. I was rereading it after it’d been A While since I last read it and I was like “omg now I can actually understand what it’s sayi-AHHHH ITS SO CUTE!!!” so I had planned on just releasing this on his birthday, but then I decided to do way way more work for some reason by translating wayyy more than just this story...😓 But please enjoy this super super cute special story!!!

Ayumu Shinonome: Necklace Story

“Giving this kind of gift...it’s cause you’re the first person I’ve ever done this for.” You can preorder Ayumu Shinonome’s, the first place winner in the 2019 100Koi+ election, original ring necklace in the shop (until 11/22/2020)! Read Shinonome’s special story about him selecting the necklace for free♡ Check out the necklace in the Voltage shop!

TV announcer: Buy a ring for your lovely girlfriend! Today’s feature is on popular rings for women~!!

Ayumu: …

I hear the bright cheery voice of the female announcer coming from the TV.

(…so dumb.)

(Ahh, but that does seem like something my girl would like, though)

(Not that I have any plans of getting her a gift right now.)

TV Announcer: Yes, I’m talking to you, the one over there who can’t be honest about their feelings!

Ayumu: ?!?!

TV announcer: If you don’t express your love for her once in a while, she might just run right into the arms of another man~! There’s a lot of people out there, especially men, who automatically assume that they’ll have their girlfriend’s unconditional love forever, no matter what! But that’s just not true, haha!

Ayumu: …

(I’m offended.)

The person on the TV managed to hit me right where it hurts.

Despite my usual confidence, I feel a little bit of uncertainty starting to creep in.

(Ugh, this sucks.)

The old me never would’ve even considered doing something like this.

Getting caught up in something like that? Totally not like me.

And yet…for some reason, I find myself actually considering it.

If I gave her a present, I wonder what kind of expressions she would make?

Would she laugh? Cry? Either way, it’d definitely be a face she only shows me.

…Seeing her face like that? Well, it doesn’t sound too bad.

Ayumu: Haa…

After doing way too much worrying, doubt, and questioning, I find myself at a jewelry shop.

Honestly, it’s a little uncomfortable. This place is full of women.

(They didn’t mention this part in the special feature.)

(But I just thought it’d be a little nice to surprise my over excitable girl and make her speechless, that’s all.)

Convincing myself that’s really all it is, I make my way up to the counter where all the rings are displayed.

Ayumu: …

Rows of rings with sophisticated, elegant designs sparkle under the display lighting, as if to say “pick me!”

(There’s so many…this…might take longer than I expected.)

The aesthetic sense within me won’t allow me to compromise on this decision.

I peer at the different rings and scrutinize each design as carefully as if I was looking at code on my computer.

(My girl would probably be happy no matter what I give her, though.)

(Surely she doesn’t know the difference between the different rings.)

Salesperson: Welcome! Are you perhaps looking for a gift for your girlfriend?

Ayumu: …!

Ayumu: Uh, something like that

Salesperson: Ahh, that’s wonderful~!

Salesperson: If you’d like, I can help you pick something out~!

This person is a professional. It’s always important to take a professional’s opinion into consideration.

Ayumu: Yes, please.

Salesperson: You got it, leave it up to me!

Salesperson: Your girlfriend, what kind of person is she?

Ayumu: Ah, yes…

Ayumu: She’s a stubborn snapping turtle, stupid, noisy

Salesperson: Hm, I see

Ayumu: Stupidly honest and straightforward, obstinate…

Ayumu: Oh, and stupid

Salesperson: Hehe, you said “stupid” three times already~

Salesperson: Sounds like somebody’s completely smitten~

(Not really…I wouldn’t go that far…)

Salesperson: Well then, how about choosing based on gemstone symbolism?

Ayumu: Gemstone symbolism…?

Salesperson: Yes! You see, each ring here is decorated with different gemstones

Salesperson: And, just like how flowers symbolize different meanings, so do gemstones!

Ayumu: …interesting.

Salesperson: For example, the ever-so-famous diamond represents a vow or commitment

Salesperson: Sapphires represent trust and faithfulness

Pointing at various rings in the display cabinet, the salesperson lists off the meanings for each and every gemstone.

(Hmm…symbolic meaning, huh)

Honestly, I’m sure my girl has no idea about the meanings between different gemstones.

I would feel dumb explaining it to her.

(But…it might be good, choosing based on symbolism rather than choosing based solely on design.)

I scan over the different options while listening to the salesperson’s explanations.

A simple ring with a sparkling red jewel catches my eye.

(Ah, isn’t this…?)

(It’s my birthstone.)

I remember, my girl told me about it once.

Ayumu: A ruby…

Salesperson: Ahh, yes, I think that’d be perfect, haha~

Ayumu: Huh?

Salesperson: Yes, you see, so a ruby symbolizes …..

Salesperson: Thank you for your purchase!

Salesperson: I hope it makes your girlfriend very happy!

Ayumu: Yeah…

Ayumu: Thank you.

After making my purchase I walk out of the store.

The ring I ended up choosing was the ruby ring that had caught my eye.

Since she wouldn’t be able to wear it openly at work, I also bought her a necklace chain to go with it.

(I had hoped the ring would work as a pest repellant, but…)

(Ah, I suppose it can’t be helped with the office dating ban and all)

The image of how all the others act around her comes to mind.

If she came in wearing a ring, they definitely wouldn’t be able to stay silent.

(…Ah, well, shall I head home now?)

She had contacted me today to say that she was coming over.

By now, she’s probably waiting eagerly for me.

“Gross” and “annoying” are the only things that ever come out of my mouth.

It can’t be helped if things actually are annoying, though.

But...maybe it’d be good to try and be more honest sometimes.

(I still plan on giving her the ring first, though…)

Imagining how she’ll react when I give her the ring, I head home to my beloved with an extra spring in my step.

Oh yeah. The sparking red ruby.

It symbolizes “passion”, “life”, and “love”.

Why does this suit her so perfectly?

“Passion” represents all the passion she has for, more than anything else, her job.

“Life” represents how she works to protect the life of all the citizens in this country.

And then…”Love” represents all the love she has for me.

-The End-

I’m honestly literally so sad I couldn’t buy that necklace ring TT it was really good quality and cost $120, but they only shipped to Japan, boooo...at the time though I think I would’ve hesitated regardless because it was $120, but now...uh...yeah. I think the Japanese fandom has been a bad influence on me 😓 They’ll drop a hundred or hundreds of dollars on otome stuff without even blinking...

But we’re almost at the end!!! How is everyone feeling so far? I hope you’ve been enjoying everything!! Tomorrow is the big day!!!!!!!! This was originally supposed to be the content I was going to post on his birthday, but I was able to get something even better for tomorrow. So excited for everyone to see!!!

Stay tuned for more Ayumu content in the upcoming days! You’ll find links to all the posted content here!

#the 12 days of ayumu #ayumu's birthday celebration #happy birthday shinonome #ayumu shinonome #hlitf shinonome #hlitf ayumu #hlitf #her love in the force #my trash translations #love 365 #shinonome ayumu #voltage romance games #voltage otome #otome #東雲歩

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Dummy

Summer Of Smut Writing Challenge,

Prompt #10: 2 wet bodies and only 1 towel

Pairing: Victor x MC

Word Count: 3000+

@voltage-vixen

*References to Victors rooftop date and Doomsday date*

“Will you just turn around, please!” You pouted, clutching the towel around you tightly, waiting for your CEO to avert his gaze from you.

“I’m about to see you anyway, what is the difference?” He shot you that, ‘how dumb are you’ look, as he rested against the side of the hot-tub.

“But there will be water, so you won’t see me,” You protested, cheeks flushing red slightly. He shook his head and closed his eyes, ‘dummy’, falling from his lips as he did so. Dropping the towel and leaving it on the side along with your oversized tote bag, you let yourself emerge into the hot-springs below you. Letting out a soft sigh, leaning back as the water rose to glimmer just below your breasts covered by the slightly-more revealing than planned bikini.

“Okay, I’m good, thank you,” You sighed, rolling your head back slightly, missing the quick glaze from Victor’s eyes as he moved his eyes back to you.

Victor had whisked you away for a weekend to a spa-resort, claiming it was for your best health interests as you quote ‘Looked awful’. Nothing like a confidence boost from Mr.Li. Although you couldn’t deny, you were in need of a good break, taking on more contracts than ever before had you working late every night. It didn’t help either you currently had three men pursuing after you: Kiro always wanted to go explore new food festivals, Gavin wanted to take you out on missions and undercover stakeouts so he could keep an eye on you and Lucien took you out on spontaneous day trips for ‘research’. Whilst the company was beyond excellent, it was also tiring.

Days rolled into each other, you didn’t even know the last time you had a decent night's sleep, so when Victor’s comment about your tiredness came out in a 1-1 meeting you burst into tears. Never had you seen him look so flustered and uncomfortable as you sobbed across his desk, freeze on his face at the fact he had upset you.

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” You sobbed, taking a tissue from the box he held out to you.

“Look I-” He mumbled.

“I’m just tired, exhausted really,” You wiped the tears away, eyes stinging as your mascara mixed with your tears, blobs of black ran forming under your eyes.

“If your workload is too much I can-” He once again started but you quickly cut him off.

“No, no, it’s fine,” You shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile, reaching into your bag to pull out your compact mirror and wiping the mascara stained tears away. The dark bags became even visible, the tears had wiped away the thick concealer to try hide them but no use, “But thank you anyway,”. He watched you for a moment, he could see your skin looked more pale than usual, a slight breakout in your skin that you had tried to cover with makeup. You did in a sense ‘look awful’ but to Victor you looked just as beautiful as ever.

“Go home, rest and come back in two day’s, I’ll reschedule this meeting for then,” He raised his hand so you would miss the faintest smile on his lips as you simply nodded in response, too tired to get into a heated debate like normal.

By the time you got home, Victor had already booked a couple of nights at the spa for you both, a deeming reward for all your hard work. It made your heart soar knowing you would be spending more time alone with him, he always kept up his cold-attitude at work but the moments you spent alone, getting to see the other side of him were the moments you truly treasured. You spent the next day and half mainly asleep, the odd text here and there from the others, keeping yourself occupied with rest. A few messages from Victor here and there as well, checking you was actually resting and not off galavanting on adventures.

The following week Victor sent you a list of items needed for your visit, you had everything but swim-wear. Not having time to go shopping you had to buy online, only when the black bikini came the size was definitely not suitable for someone with breasts. It fitted well, a little too well, boosting your cleavage which you was already blessed with. But there was no time to return it and exchange for a bigger size, you would be leaving with Victor in two days time. The night before you left Victor insisted you stay over at his house, ‘Can’t be running late because someone woke up late’. You exchanged pleasantries over a bottle of wine in his cellar, something different about Victor's attitude made you feel more at ease, already feeling relaxed before you got to the spa. The road trip was long, mainly because Victor wouldn’t let you put on your own music, instead driving in mostly silence before you fell asleep against the window.

“Hey, we’re here, wake up,” A soft voice followed by a gentle nudge at your arm, Victor waking you up.

“Hmm? Oh sorry I must have fallen asleep,” You yawned, rubbing your eyes.

“It’s fine, I’ll get the bags just wake up okay,” You swear he smiled but it might have just been your eyes playing tricks. You watched as he exited the car, going into the boot, a sigh of ‘Was a suitcase really necessary,’ as he pulled out the bags. Following his lead into the tranquil serenity, calm and peace flooded your body as you walked to the front-desk, the strong scent of lavender flooding your nose.

“I’m sorry Mr.Li book it appears there's been a mix up, the confirmation is for only one room and we’re fully booked,” The receptionist bowed her head as she avoided eye-contact from the stern man beside you.

“Victor it’s fine,” You smiled, placing a hand on his bicep and cutting in before he could say anything, “Thank you”. He shakes his head mumbling as you take the key card, pulling him along with you to the elevator. Your jaw almost dropped as you entered the room, it was lavished with luxury from the most intricate of details, gold marbling running across the walls and floor. Glassed french doors led to a private balcony and decking, a hot-tub resting in the middle. You dropped your suitcase and ran like a squealing child to flop on the bed, not noticing Victor's smile at your childish actions, letting yourself float on what felt like a mattress of clouds.

“Are you always this excitable?” He scoffed, examining the room.

“Only when it’s something as good as this! I think it’s bigger than my apartment,” You sigh with content, gripping the sheets below and letting the satin slip through your fingers.

“I’m going to unpack, are you going to or are you just going to live out your suitcase for the next few days?” He asks, lifting his designer bag onto the sofa.

“I’ll do it later, I’m gonna take a nap, wake me when you're done,” You yawned, rolling over and letting the wave of slightly tiredness take over you. You heard Victor tutting at your actions but left you alone in peace.

You awoke from your slumber feeling fresh and revitalised, turning to check your phone to see it had only been half an hour, leaving plenty of time to enjoy the rest of the day. Glancing around you saw Victor was not in the room but the balcony door was open, pulling yourself up you went to investigate but stopped dead in tracks at the sound of Victor’s voice outside.

“How's everything going in France?”. Who was he talking to, he had to be on the phone due to the lack of response.

“I miss you…”. His words almost stop your heart, a twang of pain deep inside your chest as the softness of his voice. The three words traveling a distance halfway across the world to another, spoken from one lover to another. Victor was extremely personal, so it shouldn’t come as a shock he has a secret girlfriend, why would you, an employee, need to know that. But it still hurt, the tightness in your chest grew, you had hoped it would be you in Victor's heart not another, as he was held so closely in yours. You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering who was the recipient of his message, maybe it was Chik, after all he made most sense; the wealthy businessman and the beloved actress, they definitely in the eyes of the media, but you knew how much Victor despised the woman. Maybe it was front to protect their relationship? That he would put up an act in front of everyone to then let his guard down when they was alone, whispering sweet words of love to her, words you ached to hear from him. Would his cold-stern drop? Would give her that smile he did when he found something amusing, the smile he tried to hide from everyone but you often caught it? Would he hold her tight, like you imagine him doing to you, giving her sweet kisses before things quickly became heated? Letting her run her fingernails down his toned torso, unbuckling his belt, tracing his v-lines before meeting his…

“Why are you gawping, you’ll catch flies,” His voice pulled you out of your dirty thoughts, shaking his head as he watched your blushing face as he came in from outside.

“N-Nothing!” You flustered, wafting a hand as you moved across the room to where your suitcase stood. How would his girlfriend feel about sharing a room with you? Did she know you were here with him? Was that why he was on the phone to her? You had so many questions, but the hurt-wrenching pain in your stomach stopped you from prying. The weak smile you gave spoke a thousand words, pain clenched from replaying his words.

Oh Victor Li, what have you done to me…

You felt yourself being pulled back from your train of thoughts as the gentle waves crashed against your skin, Victor moving closer towards you as he scooted against the seat.

“Hello? Are you even listening?” His concerned voice, knocked you out of your slight moment.

“Hm? Oh yes sorry,” You responded with no idea what he was on about, ‘I miss you’ still looping in your mind. There was a slight silence, the heat intoxicating your body as your eyes trailed down to his chest, glistening abdomen lay beneath the bubbling water. Being here with him, in such close proximity, it felt almost... wrong. His girlfriend/lover waiting in France and yet here he was with you, taking you away and sharing a room with you, you felt sorry for who-ever had captured his heart, the worry and sadness becoming clear on your face.

“What's wrong?” He asked you, your eyes averting his gaze. It took a few seconds of silence for you to finally muster up your words.

“I heard you on the phone earlier…”.

“What did you hear?”.

“Just a few simple sentences. I won't blab to anyone…” You voice trails off, look up to see Victor moving closer until his knee is touching yours, the skin on skin contact makes your breath hitch a little. He continues in silence, watching his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Why don't you go visit her if you miss her so much? As long as the two of you are in love, nothing can get in the way of that,” Not even me… The words twist like a piercing dagger into your heart, the hurt you felt was almost mirrored identically on Victor's face, the hurt in his deep purple eyes. He brings a arm up and presses it above your shoulder, you leaning back as he brings his face close to yours, the lingering smell of pine wood and leather intoxicates you.

“You talk too much,”.

His eyes flickers across yours, down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze before pulling away and standing up. The sunlight glistening off his chest, water droplets running over each defined line before falling back into the water, your breath stuck in your throat.

“Where did I?” He muttered, looking around picking up your tote back and checking around. You stood up, reaching over and grabbing your towel, wrapping is around your waist as you stepped out, Victor still muttering. The realisation he left his towel inside the room, even though it was only the other side of your private decking, he would walk dripping water all into the room.

“Pft! Who’s the dummy now,” You can’t help but tease, your laughter breaking the silence as you watch his cheeks graze over with a slightly tint of red. But before he can you give a snappy comment back, you unwrap the towel and hold it out to him, “Here,”.

“Dry yourself first, I’ll borrow it after,” He signs, stepping out on to the decking beside you.

“But it will be all wet!” You protested, stepping forward and wrapping the towel around his shoulders.

“Here just....” He takes the towel and uses it to begin rubbing your arms, “Stand still stop squirming,”.

“You're tickling me!” You squealed as his hands moved to your waist, gently rubbing the towel around your midsection, heat rising in your cheeks from his touch.

“The phone call was to my mother,” His face focusing on yours as you looked up to meet his gaze, heart pounding slightly. You take the towel from his hands, bringing it up to brush against his chest, your hands guiding the fluffy material over him.

“You tried to encourage me when you thought I was courting another woman” The seriousness in his voice raising but spoken in a gentle tone, his face closing the distance between you.

“When will you finally get it?” Even though asked a question, it was a statement, a statement followed by his lips meeting yours, the softness of them brushing against you.

“I wouldn't go near another woman” The warmth of his large hand came to your hold waist, pulling you flushed against his chest, the towel you was holding dropping to the floor.

“All I want is you…” Lips meeting once more in a fierce passion, his tongue grazing your lower lip in a beg for entry you so eagerly granted, the flat on your palms pressing against his torso. Heat pulsing through you in waves as his tongue coaxed over yours, striking bold movements, pelvis grinding against you with a need. Your arms moved up to wrap around his neck, angling the kiss deep as you pulled him down closer to you, his hands trailing down your lower back, over your behind and rested on the back of your thighs before effortlessly picking you up. Legs instantly wrap around his waist as he carries you indoors, lips never breaking apart as your tongue wrestles against his dominant one. The flex of his muscles ripple against your hand as you trace your fingers down him, fingertips toying on the edge of his trunks, the arousal pooling between your legs at the clear desire waiting for you beneath the material.

A rain of kisses cascade down your neck, the flat of his tongue lapping at your racing pulse, the enticing moans falling from you. The sheer strength as he kept you tight in his arms, his knees almost buckling as you dipped a hand below, fingertips grazing over his hardened arousal. The iridescent change of his eyes as he tilted his head to bring his lips back to yours as you wrapped a hand around him, stroking the impeccable sized length with a steady movement. Fingers run up your exposed skin to make short haste of your bikini top, throwing it to the floor as he cups your breasts, applying the same pressure as your hand over his cock. Your free hand drops down from his neck to undo the tie of his trunks, letting them drop as you gaze down, eye-watering slightly as you witness the full length and thickness being stroked by your dainty hand.

Hands twisting in the sheets below you, back arching off the bed as the delicate whimpers all from your mouth, ‘Victor’ rolling off your tongue like it the only word you knew. His face buried between your trembling thighs, holding them apart in an effortless manner as the flat of his tongue ran against your slit. The mouth that spewed words of business, that closed million dollar investments now devoured you, ravishing you as if you were the last meal of earth. Each flicker of his tongue against your clit brought you closer to the experience of ecstasy, fingers thrusting in and out until you trembled beneath him, pure bliss on your face as your essence runs down his knuckles and wrist.

“Ngh!” The desirable moan floods his ears as he watches you lower yourself onto his length, the thickness stretching your walls in pleasurable sensation, each inch causing your muscles to squeeze tight over him until he’s fully hilted inside you. Gentle rocking of hips, hands caressing every inch of your body from your thighs, your behind, your waist and breasts, a slow burning of your ignited passion. Gradual intensity of the pace quickens, breathless moans as your rocking movements are met with rolling thrusts from below, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your muscles begin to spasm around him. The cry of his name is heavy from your lips, walls tightening as you reach your peak, brimming tears from your eyes begin to fall down your cheeks. Holding your trembling body Victor rolls you over so you lay beneath him, rolling his hips continuously as he helps you ride down the waves of intense pleasure, tender kisses pressed to your lips. Hands held under your thighs as he sat back on his heels, allowing for a deeper penetration as his thrusts pick up to a faster pace before he reaches his own release. Abs tightening as he throbbed, head slick with sweat thrown back as he pulled out, spilling against your thighs with your name hot on his lips.

Collapsing down to rest his forehead against yours, exhaustion getting the better half of both you as your heavy breaths mixed together, the thudding sound of separate heartbeats becoming one in rhythm.

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“You wanted to see me Mr.Li?” You waltzed into his office, keeping the business facade until Goldman left the room, leaving you alone. He hums in response as you giddily run around his desk and sit in his lap, arms welcoming you to a tight embrace as he holds you close to him.

“It’s your analysis over the new project,” His voice stern but his actions reflect otherwise, his thumb stroking softly over yours.

“Is it bad?” You feel your heart racing as his breath is hot against your neck.

“No actually, it’s good, I just wanted to say good girl,” His words touched with a slight hint of laughter, “I guess all you needed was a relaxing trip for your work to become much more adequate”.

“You!” You laugh, turning to playfully push your palms against his chest, his hands coming up to wrap around your wrists as you share a loving gaze. The calculated coldness of his mauve eyes brushed over with a gauge of willingness, a vulnerableness that dove straight to his heart, only for you to witness.

“Dummy,” His voice so soft it could freeze time, pressing a eutrophic kiss to your lips, time slowing around you as he held you close.

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Heyyyy you wrote that people can ask you about your ocs, so what's the selection? ^^

@skullchicken WOW I JUST SAW THIS AAAAHH

Please ask me about my OCs! I have a lot of them, but I'll tell you a little bit about the main ones, most of which were created as Shadowrun characters.

(Descriptions and lots of cool art under the cut!)

Vip3r, elf technomancer.

A former street kid from the Redmond Barrens, she thrived after being adopted into a relatively well-off corporate family and given a formal education. She excelled academically and even received a partial corporate scholarship for host design, but she overheard her parents worrying about how they'd fund the rest of it, she decided to take matters into her own hands and pick up a shadowrunning job... which went south nearly immediately and landed her in prison. She was then transferred to MCT custody as a test subject for some wildly unethical technomancer research, which her parents eventually discovered, and struck a deal with the company to enter a contract of lifelong loyalty and silence in exchange for her freedom. She found out about this years later, and immediately resolved to help them the same way they'd helped her.

Vip3r is the only TTRPG character I've played who's actually been able to play through a full personal story arc. Although she's kind of in pseudo-retirement for now, she's absolutely my favorite OC and is sort of my main, iconic character.

(art by @nightingales-thighs)

Voltage, elf street samurai.

Voltage is a loud-and-proud Ancients member who loves violence, elven death metal, hot girls, and her motorcycle, Caroline (seriously, if it were legal to marry a motorcycle, Voltage would do it without hesitation). She's dumb as a brick but generally well-intentioned and fiercely loyal to the people she cares about.

(art by @ossifer)

Killjoy, oni face/off-sam. (Sometimes I make characters who aren't elves, if you can believe it.)

When Killjoy's parents died, they left a massive debt to the Yakuza for her and her brother Koji to inherit. Restaurant work barely pays the bills as is, and Koji is an irresponsible dickhead, so Killjoy took up sex work and then shadowrunning in order to make ends meet.

Killjoy's story carries a lot of themes that are really personal to me; mainly a disconnect in how others interpret your identity versus how you want to be seen yourself, and the inherent horror of being a worker in a hypercapitalist society.

(art by @foxglovefaun)

Llolfaen, drow cleric of Llolth. (Sometimes I make characters for other games that are not Shadowrun. Also shocking, I know.)

Llolfaen was born to a noble house that prided themselves on their devotion to Llolth. To show this, each family under this house would dedicate their firstborn daughter to the priesthood. Being one of those firstborn daughters, Llolfaen was brought up to be a priestess and holy assassin for Llolth, seeking out heretics and giving them one chance to recant before slaughtering them. One target she was sent to kill was the matriarch of a rival house, and in carrying out this commission, she sparked a war between the two houses that ended in the near-extermination of her own. She prayed to Llolth to preserve her, and in answer to her prayer, she opened a magical portal that transported her to a small island nation on the surface run by a corrupt theocracy which is pretty much the worst place on earth, and was told that if she could survive here for a hundred years, she would be taken back to the Underdark and given dominion over this rival house.

Llolfaen is my character in an evil campaign in which the player characters are working for an organization that serves Asmodeus, and seeks to topple the established theocracy. My intent when I created her was to make a character who would be totally fine with committing atrocities and think that she was in the right the whole time, and I figured one of the easiest ways to do that would be to make her a product of a society with some horrifically twisted morals that she just accepted as normal. She's a horrendous narcissist who doesn't see anyone around her as people (save for her party members, sort of, and only because they're more tolerable than anyone else in this godawful country), and I'm having such a good time playing her.

She's actually becoming a better person in play as she starts to care about other people, which is... shocking.

(art by a friend who I don't believe is on Tumblr)

#oc: vip3r #oc: voltage #oc: killjoy #oc: llolfaen #oc tag

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lys-lilac · 3 years

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Sentaro Kyogoku: Main Story and Through Kasumi’s Eyes Review

I read Sen’s main story today, and this made me want to read this from the perspective of our dark prince. This is going to be long, so buckle up!

Contains heavy spoilers! So proceed only if you want to.

Main Story-

Regarding Sen’s story, it was great. I enjoyed every chapter. If you haven’t read anything about Kasumi, then MARK MY WORDS. His behavior will give you a misunderstanding about his personality. But if you have read his MS, then you know what’s going on in that genius brain of his. As I mentioned earlier, MC and Sen both have a friendly nature towards each other in the story. And we can say that one reason for this is their least age gap. Sen, with the prodigy he is, efficiently manages MC as well as his works.

The main problem that we get about Sen is, he has put a lid to his feelings, since his brother Mitsuharu died. He never disagrees to any decision put on by Kasumi, even though it means to suppress his own emotions. But, Kasumi is not at all like that. MC misunderstands that Kasumi is being harsh on Sen, because of course, she doesn’t know what pain he has had been through. Even though it proceeds that way, Kasumi is ready to do anything for Sen to be open with his emotions someday, and till when he will be able to let go of the hand of him. With MCs help, Sen discovers his inner feelings. And it becomes so interesting afterwards to see how Sen goes to much extent for her sake. Sen’s mom! OMG, I love her personality! I was amazed by the way she manages both the Kyogoku hospital and her motherhood relationship with Sen. I had read earlier in Kasumi’s story that she was a kind woman, but getting to read the actual thing got my blood pumping. She doesn’t even blame Kasumi for Mitsuharu’s death, rather than that, consoles him saying that it was not his fault at all. So far, I liked the concept. SEN IS A CUTE AND COOL CHARACTER! With that, he is SO SO SOFT. One instance of his caring nature is when Sho(a patient) gets in an emergency operation and both Sen and MC manage to save him at last. He clings to the ER bed, with his head burrowed, relieved.>.< And I was not wrong in this post to list him among my top 5 favorite Voltage characters.

Through Kasumi’s Eyes-

Now, finally I can talk about our dark prince!! Oh right! Let me tell you why I call him dark prince. It’s not because of the stupid rumors about him or whatsoever. I think he looks so fine with his jet black hair and eyes along with his porcelain and smooth stratum corneum. So that’s why. I apologize beforehand, but instead of developing feelings for Sen here, I fell for Kasumi more. It’s non describable in words how much I admire him. Through his eyes, we can see how he has killed his heart for protecting his loved ones. He is indeed, so strong, yet so weak. He wants Sen to pursue his career and just to let him being kept in the light, he always puts himself first when anything about Mitsuharu comes. For Sen and Mitsuharu, he goes through such extents of politics, pain and struggle, that even if he was suspended at a point, still continues his work outside. Even though Sen’s father always considered him to be responsible for Mitsuharu’s death, he never fought against it, and even though it was uncomfortable, he just listened to whatever anyone lashed out to him.

(This is when Director Kyogoku shouts at him that he is an angel of death.)

More to it, he even takes care of MC in the meanwhile, calling her from time to time when she was in Kyogoku hospital. (Umm, one more reason why he is the canon character. Yes.). This guy even listens and waits on the staircase of terrace, when Sen was crying laying his head on MC’s lap. Even though in the MS, he says that it was disturbing his meeting, but from his own point of view, he actually smiles and gets relieved at how Sen was able to be more open and that he could now let go of his hand, without any guilt left. And I love how he talks to Mitsuharu often about the well being of Sen, him celebrating alone while thinking of him about the Pediatric surgery ward. HNGH.

Ok fine. I will save my blabbering for the next review post. Because my hands will not be able to stop if I continue more. And then this post will turn from Sen’s review post to Kasumi’s appreciation post. But one thing. I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH. Gahh, stop.

[Noted one thing? Both of their dresses are the similar ones that they wore in childhood! Ok, maybe the design is the same... But I love that the dark prince is wearing sneakers!]

#romance md #romance md: always on call #rmd #sentaro kyogoku #toshiki kasumi #voltage inc.#love 365 #100恋+#100シーンの恋+#The last cg... I used it in my first post of this story #Such a nice memory #lys's thoughts #character analysis #coffee with lys

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