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throwaway-yandere · 8 months

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FLAWLESS (Yandere!Various Genshin/Reader)

A/n: This is a complete interactive fic w/ CGs! There’s an HP system and 4 possible endings (yandere!Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Kazuha). This is my final fanfic and I really put my best effort into drawing and writing this. Have fun!!! Your choices matter so read the evidences properly and try not to get a bad ending hahaha. (Pls answer this poll after and feel free to send me memes about who you got hAHHAHA)

Unreliable Synopsis: (Danganronpa!Genshin AU) If this is your last dance as an idol, then you do not want it. No. You’ll make the real criminal sing instead.

CW: yandere themes, blood, murders (well duh ansy–), and brief mentions of suicide.

Kazuha frowned. "For (L/n) (Y/n), this whole ordeal must seem like a flawless crime."

"They don't know the murder weapon, the suspects— no nothing." Kaveh sighed.

Alhaitham interjected. "Indeed, but the real questions will begin in a moment."

Words punctured the air in nameless accusations. Each time people enter this room, only distrust looms acting both as a safety blanket and suffocating plastic. You stared at the people left. One, two, three, four, five... You clenched your fist, and all those fingers pointed back at you.

The sixth.

There are only six survivors left.

"Say, (L/n) (Y/n)." Your Akademiyan companions stared at you as Kunikuzushi’s smirk could practically be heard in his voice. "Where were you at the time of the murder?"

You gulped.

The Teyvat Akademiya. Home only to the most renowned student of their craft. The faculty carefully picks out select groups of students to be their new freshmen- and it can only be counted by hand how many had declined such a generous offer. It was a government state university, but it was also a golden ticket to knowing people from high places.

Each student was known for contributing something in their fields of interest. In fact, both your adoptive siblings were alumni of this prestigious school. Your brother Aether was a famous "adventurer" (as he loved to call himself instead of an artifact-obsessed archeologist) whereas your sister Lumine was a remarkable swordswoman with a straight-edged track record. Even your older friends, Dainsleif, and a certain glasses-wearing individual you had forgotten the name of were graduates and now boast incredible resumes befitting of an Akademiyan. Each alumnus you've met wasn't someone any person with a head on their shoulders would dare disrespect.

But that was not the reason for your schoolmates’ evident intimidation.

“Allow them a moment to process,” Alhaitham scoffed. “The Body Discovery Announcement was approximately 2 hours ago. It’s challenging for individuals from the entertainment industry such as them to comprehend complicated matters in a few seconds.”

“I would’ve fainted at your rare attempt at empathy if it wasn't obviously pointed,” Kaveh scoffed before turning to you with a soft stare. “(Y/n), don’t listen to these two, I’m sure we can find out if you’re innocent or not later.”

You gave a short nod of assent.

Tragically, murders had become the norm for college students like yourself. No one has flinched at Kaveh’s grim mention of a suspect lurking by and none had the insanity to deny what had occurred.

It began when you first woke up in one of the Akademiya's classrooms. You stirred awake on a desk near Shikanoin Heizou, the "Detective Prince". He was a famous figure, so you instantly believed him when he said you were both hauled into this location against your will. You were enthused by his infectious desire to uncover whatever was behind the “kidnapping” you found yourselves in. He told you not to worry, that despite the barred windows and inaccessible exits, you'd both "probably" find a way out. As you both wandered around the area, you found fourteen other students (some familiar faces, some not as much). For a brief moment of hope, everyone thought escape was possible.

That was until a certain cold-eyed puppet entered the scene.

A heartless puppet you’re sure was waiting for everyone just under that elevator.

“Is… Is this everyone?” You asked like a mouse, frightened as your eyes darted for any hints of twinned cyan hair. Nothing about your recent behavior had gone unnoticed.

Senior Faruzan is missing…

Yoimiya frowned, grabbing your hand for comfort. “(Y/n)…”

Kunikuzushi scoffed. “Enough of this dumb ohhh boohoo exhibit. Let’s go.”

The most mysterious of the bunch left for the stairs immediately, punching the button on the elevator to its ground floor. Yoimiya huffed, muttering complaints about Kuni’s behavior while the three other men followed her silently. No one took the stairs two at a time and walked at a snail’s pace. A clear indication that no one wanted this to occur.

And just like in the previous cases, Kazuha’s eyes were on you the entire time but spoke nothing of this behavior.

The elevator door opened. You looked at the camera above it. If the Shogun's words are to be trusted, then the outside world is watching your every move like reality TV.

If that's the case, might as well give them a show.

Kunikuzushi stepped aside, royally ushering everyone— and specifically YOU— in.

“Idols first.”

Everyone entered the trial room. If the mood from earlier was tense, it is worse now that you’re inside. Stepping into the cold room makes the situation all the more real.

There is an execution waiting to happen, but without a hint if it’ll be “us” or “them”. Every bright person inside the room here had previously partaken in 4 of these court sessions by force. Since no one can exit the premises nor contact the outside world, the only key out was to kill and avoid getting caught. 5 people had attempted to commit murder, and considering how you’re still breathing, none of the “blackened” had succeeded in getting their way.

How… How did it come to this?

You enrolled in the Akademiya in hopes that you'd also find the subtle clues as to why Aether went missing, this wasn't in your plan.

Getting roped into this killing “game” was on no one’s to-do list. You received an invitation to enroll in the Akademiya because of your stark idol career, although your siblings being famous alumni may have greatly increased your chances of receiving that privilege. You would’ve thrown that paper into the fire if you knew you’d get dizzy upon arriving in the Akademiya and will wake up in such a heartbreaking dilemma. Hearing from a grapevine, you discovered that Kaveh was invited for his architectural drafts, Kazuha for his poems and a bit of swordsmanship in his repertoire, Yoimiya for her firework shows, and Kunikuzushi?… You don’t know. But you are wholly aware as to why Alhaitham is here as your senior— you were there when he opened his letter after all.

The “mascot” is yet to make her entrance. So, as “obedient” students, you’ve uncomfortably shuffled to the places you were meant to stand. Bile rose inside your throat as you looked at the last five students excluding yourself circling the room— with Faruzan’s crossed-out portrait to your right while Kamisato Ayaka’s on your left. It would appear that most of the dead students were on your side and the closest breathing person next to you was Kunikuzushi, who was two photographs away.

Alhaitham, Amber, Tighnari, Ajax, Albedo, Kamisato Ayaka, You, Faruzan, Xiao, "Kunikuzushi", Kaveh, Cyno, Yoimiya, Layla, Yunjin, Kaedehara Kazuha, and Shikanoin Heizou.

The deceased faces had been crossed out in bright violet paint, a nauseatingly unsubtle reminder that only six remained. Yet, the one that was meant to sit towering above was missing.

“… Where’s The Shogun?” Kazuha asked.

“Ah, so you do have a voice. And here I was about to call you a cricket. I thought our poet lost his words, considering how the previous trial ended,” Kunikuzushi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Just wait and see.”

You sighed, hoping it was quiet enough for Kuni not to have heard it.

The last trial broke everyone’s spirits and sense of camaraderie the most. Before trials, the puppet gives everyone an incentive to kill. In the Ayaka-Heizou murder case, each student was given a videotape that raised more questions than answers. Yours was a clip of Lumine, your fellow theater actors, and idol mates congratulating you for your enrollment before it cuts off to a scene of your home burned to cinders. As for Ayaka, hers was a short-lived message of her older brother asking her to come visit the clan for Thoma’s upcoming birthday— before it cuts to a gruesome scene of her brother fatally wounded on their living room floor.

“Find out what happens once you graduate!”... and then the tape ends.

Whoever was the mastermind behind this killing, you had to admit, they were an expert in psychological torture. And unfortunately for everyone, Ayaka was a smart individual— killing the most trustworthy student, Heizou, to cover her tracks better. She put up quite the fight in manipulating everyone to think that you and Kaveh were possible culprits.

You even got into an argument with the calmest person around. Kazuha was “convinced” that Ayaka was right, which led to you two entering an incredibly heated argument that left him depressed with his rejected apology. You were on "good terms" with him before, that being he would always offer to cook food and accompany you often.

… Perhaps that was a good thing. Discreetly, you thought he strangely knew you to a degree that makes you far from comfortable. It still bugs you how he knew you all too well and yet you know nothing about him other than his aspirations: traditional Inazuman poetry writing with a bit of karuta on the side.

Maybe he used to be a big fan of yours? Even so, the foundation of your music, choreography, and persona was weaved through a tapestry of feel-good lies. And yet, he was wise enough to speak your true thoughts before you even hesitated to voice them in your cheery idol tone.

But that’s not the issue right now.

The issue on your plate was that you had no evidence to prove your innocence except for the list of school rules on your E-Handbook because you were convinced someone will kill you during the investigation.

You laughed to yourself bitterly. Might as well review those rules now.

You opened the E-Handbook.

As per “school rules”, there are regulations to be had in a murder game, but none stick to you as these three. Rule #10 and #7: A class trial will commence after three or more students have discovered a corpse, and a Body Discovery Announcement will play as soon as it occurs. However, a trial will be held if and only if every survivor is present; failure to do so will result in class “expulsion.”

And the last rule that never left your mind was Rule #8: If the guilty party is exposed during the class trial, they alone will be executed.

By the end of Trial #4, she did not receive a proper execution. Ayaka was compelled to restore her honor and raised her sword to…

…

… You couldn’t hate her for it. Even though you were close friends with Heizou, you couldn’t hate any of your fellow students. They all had family, hopes, and visions for the future. Each one here was "a fledgling barely out of the nest." You couldn’t deny that you would’ve done the same.

"Since the Shogun isn't here yet, let's get a headstart," Kaveh gripped the court fence, eyeing everyone with a nervous stare and stiff posture. "What's your alibis?"

Nobody raised their voice initially. You cast a pitying glance toward Kaveh. When it comes to your closest friendships, he comes in second only to Heizou. As someone who had seen the horrors of the media which is essentially a mirror of the world's social issues, Kaveh's one of the few decent individuals left on the planet, in your opinion. In moments of quiet, you, Kaveh, and Faruzan used to chat together, with Heizou periodically interrupting to share his findings regarding everyone's entrapment.

Considering how Kaveh is your last true friend left, you volunteered yourself.

"I never left my room," you spoke audibly depressed, no longer caring that you appeared un-idol-like. "And I refused entry as well. I heard a couple of angry knocks at 9:37 p.m., but I didn't open my door for anyone."

You looked at Kazuha, hurt and accusingly.

You'd never forget how Kazuha called you a murderer. That intense argument made up 30% of Heizou's class trial. He lost his composure and called you a "dishonorable monster". The whole back-and-forth was very much unlike him. After the trial, neither of you talked– and you never left your room unless it was to get something to eat without anyone in sight.

If he was the one who killed Faruzan because he can’t get to you, then you’ll…

"9:37 eh? You got a watch now?" Kunikuzushi pointed at your wrist.

You snapped out of your aggression and nodded, which made him break out in a fit of laughter.

"HAHAHA!!!" Kunikuzushi grinned, wide. "Learned your lesson, huh?!"

You scoffed, but your ego was humbled and your heart sank at his harsh words.

Everyone in the room nearly lost their lives because of your time-blindness. It's precisely what made Kazuha suspicious of your motives. You were always unsure of the time, hence, you didn't have the most watertight alibi compared to Ayaka. Before you entered your room to lock yourself, Alhaitham blocked the door with his shoe and handed you his spare wristwatch. He was the last person you saw before your self-isolation.

"Good," Alhaitham said. "And you, Kunikuzushi?"

"Are we going to ignore that angry knocking thing?" Kaveh rightfully asked.

"Let's complete the first task first," Alhaitham answered. "Let's follow the circle; it's (Y/n), then Kunikuzushi, Kaveh, Yoimiya, Kazuha, then I."

"Conveniently putting yourself last," Kunikuzushi snarled. "But whatever. I was napping in my dorm. Woke up when I heard footsteps outside and decided to investigate. The discovery alarm rang off when I entered the nurse's office the second time."

Kaveh fell silent, his face pale.

"I… never went to m dorm that night"

"Oh?" You and Yoimiya curiously said in unison.

"I-I was with Alhaitham, patrolling!!!" Kaveh defended; his arms in the air. "I swear on my life, I was with him! We're probably the footsteps Kuni heard."

He spoke as if it was a good thing with his mouth, but he was whispering that it wasn’t with his eyes.

"Can't be certain," Kunikuzushi threw in a quick grumble and snapped his fingers. “But I think that's probably the case.”

"That makes sense. I mean, if Kuni was telling the truth then that just means there's more chance it's just those two hopping around. Oh, and I was actually on the second floor at the time. I was in the recreational room cause I wanted to get tokens for the cute little Shogun Stall.'' If Kuni’s side comment lasted a month, then Yoimiya's would be a year– but her good cheer is just what everyone needed to alleviate the tension.

"I wasn't in my dorm room either," Kazuha said. "I was in the cafeteria. I couldn't sleep so I decided to fry fish."

"True, I think. When I checked the cafeteria a knife was missing from the shelf."

"We’ll keep your fact-checking in mind, Miss Naganohara."

No soul was sure if Alhaitham was being genuine about it except for you. And the answer was yes, he was being warily appreciative. Admittedly, you don’t know any of these people before this killing game started, except for one person…

Alhaitham looked away, conscious of how you looked at him.

In all fairness, Alhaitham was closer to Lumine than you and Aether, and he wasn’t your favorite neighbor either. As a kid, he was the type who would leave in the middle of hide-and-seek simply because the ordeal wasn’t “stimulating” to his developing intellect. He had a habit of causing uncomfortable situations just to “observe” your reactions with an emotionless stare. Alhaitham had once given you a sumeru rose with a startling grasshopper to see how you would behave, and the worst part is that everyone knows he did these without malice. His grandmother had to force a sorry out of him for your tears to dry. “He probably has a crush on you, you know how boys are,” was the excuse the old lady tried, but your twin siblings were quick to shut that thought down. You and he were simply oil and water, nothing more, nothing less.

But there were times you two got along. When you aired out loud sentiments regarding how stuffy his room must be, you snatched the book he was reading and dashed up the nearest tree. Despite his grumbling reservations, he was thankful that you taught him how to climb that afternoon. That was the first you saw him smile wider than usual and offered to narrate the book you stole: The Little Prince.

However, that version of Alhaitham you’ve come to love remains awol amidst this killing game.

"As for my whereabouts: Kaveh is correct. He and I were patrolling just the first floor and exchanging conversation. Neither of us could sleep. We started at 9:15 and ended abruptly at 11:05, when we, along with Kunikuzushi, found–"

"The body." Kunikuzushi finished.

"Yes," Alhaitham said.

Kunikuzushi smirked. From your perspective, the worst part about this was not Kunikuzushi’s inappropriate smugness, but the look in his eyes that mirrored what Heizou used to have— what your good friend used to be. The light in his eyes, his more forward demeanor, the way he crossed his arms and snapped his fingers– it was as if he was copying him.

Mocking him.

You hate Kunikuzushi. You detest just how much you don’t know why he’s in the Akademiya or anything else about him other than his first name. You loathe how he had made it his job to be the antagonist of every damn class trial. You hate how he looks at you as though you’re beneath him. You despise how much he is willing to withhold vital information till the very end.

Kunikuzushi is like a commedia dell’arte stock character. A Scaramouche. An unreliable servant. You can’t trust a man who said he was moved by your acting in all your filmography only to act like he wants nothing more than to crush your spirits once lives were at stake.

After listening to everyone’s alibis, your intuition screamed from something deep within a place you had begun to trust after experiencing these trials:

Out of six survivors, FOUR of them are hiding something.

“Is everyone present?”

Before you could speak up, a low and refined woman’s voice stole everyone’s attention. All turned to gaze at the long synthetic-haired lady with a katana by her side. She returned the stares with an unfathomable coldness as she strutted to her throne, the silk of her grand kimono touching the floor.

There she is. The lone audience and judge. The puppet: the Almighty Raiden Shogun. Undoubtedly made of metal and not flesh. Xiao had learned that firsthand when he sacrificed his life in an honorable duel against the captor— but seeking freedom by force was of no use when she herself is capable of the murders she wished to witness.

“Very well. We shall begin.”

“W-Wait, hold up, ma'am!”

The last vaguely extroverted cheerleader raised her hand; her bravery to interrupt the Shogun was acknowledged.

“... Can I share my E-Handbook data with (Y/n)?” She asked, high-pitched.

The medical and criminological technology of this era eluded everyone. Trapped inside the Akademiya with no phones or any signal to the outside world, each student only has their E-Handbook to rely on. It contains information the owner investigated regarding murders and records testimonies made by their peers. A handbook is only “handy” for both people who were hoping to survive and those who were hoping to twist the facts.

And that offer is exactly what you need.

“You see– they didn’t leave their room during the investigation period– probably worried that the killer might be after them next and they kinda turned into a hikikomori for the past few days. I’m kinda worried they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves on this trial so… So, uh… Pretty please?” The blonde girl smiled nervously.

The Raiden Shogun stared, calculating.

“I shall allow it.”

“Thank you so much!” Yoimiya tapped her E-Handbook as fast as she could, more eager than you were in watching the loading screen fill up.

(SYSTEM: RECEIVING NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA’S E-HANDBOOK DATA…)

(SYSTEM: TRANSFER COMPLETE.)

You smiled at Yoimiya but it came out crooked and jaded. She didn’t complain that you weren’t at your top form today, but she did send you a loud “Do your best!” in her native tongue.

The Shogun walked to the throne and took her seat.

“Now then, let the class trial begin.”

Out like a bolt of lightning, the doors behind you were completely shut with metal bars in her flick of a wrist. In her twisted form of justice, she hammered the circular surface with her gavel.

“Court is now in session.”

(SYSTEM: TAP HERE TO CONTINUE)

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chemically-yours · 2 years

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My mother asked me if my dissertation defense was going to be me reading my entire dissertation out loud

#adventures in grad school #CAN YOU IMAGINE #she was relieve when i told her it was an hour long presentation of me summarizing my work #but it also got me thinking about how secretive and mysterious grad school is to the average person #and maybe it shouldn't be #because i gotta say as a first generation student #this whole journey was confusing af #i had no idea what to expect #because nobody had ever told me #not even my college professors who knew i was thinking about grad school #theres so many terms #it took me over a year to figure out that PI stood for principal investigator

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bonebrokebuddy · 2 months

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@kodedgeekthings eyo you mentioned wanting a dpxdc prompt for Howard, Batman’s mechanic!

Harold misses fixing toys for kids and in his off hours has taken up the habit of answering questions on forums about machining, electrical, engineering, mechanics, and mechanical design that are often frequented by students.

One day, he comes across a request by a college student who is trying to assemble his own car out of scrap he bought from a local wrecking yard.

Ghostly_Boy states that he has previous experience in machining and can make replacements for broken or too-damaged parts if need be, but he doesn’t know where to start and what specific requirements he needs to reach to ensure it’s street legal.

Harold willing to help, he answers a few of Ghostly Boy’s clarifying questions:

- Great questions!

It’s good to note that if you’re not careful, fixing or making your own car from parts can be a moneysink and can cost you more than a brand new vehicle. - That being said, your first major step to ensuring you can drive the car is to get the title of the body/frame of the car you plan to build. It’ll have the VIN on a plate welded to the frame usually near the lower edge of the windshield wipers on the drivers side. It’s how the DMV identifies vehicles for licensing.

- Generally, you’ll at first get a “wreck out” title that shows the vehicle is listed as a total loss, but if you can assemble the parts for the car with that frame, the DMV can check if it’s properly running and road worthy & license for you to use it on public roads if you’ve done the proper paperwork.

- Once that is done, it’s largely a case of getting the right parts and assembling them. Depending on how much you have to repair, you could be taking on a task that could give a challenge to even a seasoned mechanic. There may be additional paperwork depending on what exactly you need to repair, like the breaks, lights, steering, etc.

- If you want to build the car entirely from scratch, chassis and all, that’s an entirely different story with a much more complicated list of requirements to make it street legal, so getting a frame from a junkyard is a great first step!

- Make sure to keep all bills of sale, junkyard receipts, invoices and manufacturers’ certificates on any major parts you used in building the vehicle to prove its road worthy to the DMV when it’s complete!

Harold doesn’t always answer first but over time he’s found the adventures of this kid amusing and keeps up with it.

Ghostly_Boy keeps the forum updated with his progress:

The kid spontaneously deciding to scrap the wiring system and make his own in a span of 3 days, leaving experienced mechanics on the forum practically screaming at the kid for his updates showing him using random wires he salvaged and pigtailing them together to get the length of wire he needed.

Mixing not only multiple types of wires but ones that didn’t have the protection needed for auto use. DIY-ing his own relay and fuses he didn’t have and connecting the wrong grounds and switches. And planning on leaving the wires unwrapped and loose.

Leaving Ghost to promptly redo the wiring, correctly this time, within 78 hours.

Making a repair of a massive rusted hole on the passenger side by the bumper and the front tire via cutting 1/2in past the rust, grinding it pretty and clean, tac & seam welding the vintage aluminum housing material of a toaster to cover the hole to the response of Harold and many others in the forum just going “… I guess that would work?”

Harold and many others telling the kid that this “ectoplasm” material wasn’t cleared through the EPA’s Clear Air Act and could be illegal to drive with it as it’s fuel source unless he got the emissions tested & the center of gravity of the car adjusted to have the center of gravity a gas car has, it wouldn’t pass Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standards. Nor would the previously untested on material make it easy or quick to get an Emissions testing certificate. Best to just stick with gas.

Removing what he thought was a “skid plate” that turned out to be another rusted out section on the frame on the bottom of his car and repairing it with steel he salvaged from an old medical table he had laying around. (To the multiple slightly confused commenters asking how Ghost had a spare medical table, he replied, “eh, my folks visit every so often and they’ve been giving me things they’re clearing out of the house so they can move closer to my older sister. I just so happened to get the ye olde medical table. They’re an odd couple of folks but that’s why I love them.”)

People just crying at the kid to go to rockauto.com and just buy the damn parts he needs for his car. (A good resource btw)

The kid kept cutting corners to save cash but through the badgering of Harold and many others that he actually would have to spend money to make this car be safe to drive in, he finally got it completed.

Ghost’s post of him leaving DMV waving the updated title to the car in its envelope in the air, titled, “THE DMV FINALLY SAID IT WASN’T A FIRE HAZARD! ONLY TOOK 2 YEARS! THANKS EVERYONE!” Got the most amount of responses he’d ever had with congratulations from lurkers and previous commenters.

Over the course of those two years, Danny learned how to draw his own wiring diagrams, properly solder and weld, and learning to actually plan out his projects so he got it right at least the fifth time instead of the 20th. Not bad for a kid that went straight from graduating high school with a 1.5GPA to construction jobs.

But after finally getting the car approved, Ghostly_Boy returns to the forum with a new problem. Lamenting that his parents keep coming over and “modifying” his car to no longer make it street legal.

At this point, about half of the answers to the submission think it’s either a joke project taken very, very seriously with a good chunk of money behind it, or a kid with parents that have narrowly avoided falling completely down the mad scientist rogue rabbit hole.

After all, what sort of parent would think that the DMV would approve to “anti-ghost missiles” being attached to the outer body of the car? Either way, the submissions always had video attached showing a demonstration, proving that Ghost wasn’t just completely yanking their chain. And a good amount of money would have to be sunken in to not only pay for the fines Ghostly continued to get from the additions to his car, but to actually manufacture and make a unique working product for each plea for help request.

Harold is not only taking notes on some of these defense measures but also decides to bring up the boy to Alfred. Intrigued, they together keep an eye on Ghostly_Boy. Bruce may be their employer, but they can handle a case or two on their own.

- I wanted Danny to try to make smth for himself now that he doesn’t have access to his parent’s lab anymore but he also doesn’t have access to ectoplasm so he’s fairly unfamiliar how to wire things Not for ectoplasmic standards.

Also I wanted to make a prompt where Danny had a good relationship with his parents & went into a fairly realistic job after high school with his fairly bad GPA so he’s saving up for a technical school via construction jobs as he doesn’t like the idea of working fast food for understandable reasons.

#dpxdc #bones writes #i have about 3 dozen ideas for dpxdc ideas to do with Howard #I’m going to be a manufacturing engineer.#i got so many ideas for this dude teaching one of the batkids or a visitor to the batcave about how cad programs work #& why he’s using x material for its purpose #instead of y material #like this dude could just be any of my automation profs

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littlecrittereli · 2 months

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Random WK Headcanon dump

Here's a silly list of headcanons I have about team Wild Kratts, in no particular order other than what comes into my head first:

Heights:

Martin and Chris are based off their real heights and I filled everyone else in based off how they look standing next to each other. I exaggerated Aviva and Koki's height a little bit, just for some variety.

Koki is the tallest at 6' (182.9 cm)

Martin is 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Jimmy is 5'9 (175.3 cm)

Chris is 5'8 (172.7 cm)

and Aviva is the shortest at 5'3 (160 cm)

Reference:

Ages:

Martin is definitely the oldest at 25

Aviva is 24

Jimmy and Koki are both 23, Jimmy being a few months older

And Chris is runner up at 21

The reason for the small age gap is because Martin was ultimately the person that put together the Tortuga team when he graduated college, and he picked students that were also close to graduation at the time. Chris would have just been starting college, but would join them upon graduation because of his connection through Martin. Other freshmen at the time would not have qualified for the research grant.

Birthdays!!!

Martin: Dec 23rd (he's a capricorn)

Aviva: Nov 4th (She's a scorpio)

Jimmy: April 20th (He's a taurus)

Koki: August 27th (She's a virgo)

Chris: July 19th (He's a cancer)

Identities:

(Disclaimer this is referring to the fictional Wild Kratts animated characters ONLY. Not the actual people they are based on.)

Martin: he/him, bisexual. But his preference is women.

He's probably had a handful of girlfriends and a couple of boyfriends throughout high school and college, but unfortunately had too big of ambitions to settle down with anyone.

Aviva: she/her, bisexual. She doesn't have a preference.

She has probably been on like... 2 dates max. She has always been much more focused on her education and bettering her inventions than dating. Her only standard for a partnership is someone who can keep up with her intelligence. Or at least someone she can learn from and grow with.

Jimmy: he/him, straight.

He literally does not care, but he would probably kiss a man if the opportunity arose. Had a girlfriend in kindergarten and they spoke twice, but since she moved schools and they never officially broke up, he's still technically off the market.

Koki: she/they lesbian. SHE LIKES WOMEN

tried to date a man. regretted it. Has probably been in a couple semi-serious relationships, but didn't work out for various reasons. She's content to focus on her career for now but someday would love to be a mom.

Chris: he/they aroace

only proclaimed to have a crush on a girl in high school because everyone else was talking about crushes and he didn't want to feel left out. Doesn't really like to be touched in general. Would rather cut off his hand than be forced to hold someone else's in a non platonic way. When someone has a crush on him, he does not know how to respond so he literally just ignores them.

Silly Stuff:

-As a zoologist, Martin knows more about animal behaviors, classification, and identification. Meanwhile, Chris as a biologist knows more about the anatomy and general science of animals. For example, Martin would be able to explain the reasoning behind a firefly's glow while Chris would be able to explain the chemical reaction that makes the glow possible. And they are constantly sharing and learning from each other as well.

-Chris has glasses, he just doesn't really use them very often. They would get in the way of creature adventuring so he only wears them if he's reading or something. They aren't super crucial, it just helps with small words.

-Game nights are VERY serious on the Tortuga. Jimmy is suspiciously good at card/board games. He pretty much always wins. It's to the point where everyone else is on a team against him. Sometimes he lets them win and it has sent the entire team into a fight. Sorry has been banned in the Tortuga because of this.

-Koki's a huge theatre nerd. She participated in plays recreationally throughout high school, and will often hum or sing while she's doing a task.

-Martin plays the guitar and has a mediocre singing voice. It's nothing spectacular but he can carry a tune. Sometimes when the Tortuga is parked somewhere remote for the night, they will make a campfire and sing a few songs.

-Aviva has roller skates built into her shoes (SIDE NOTE: This is something we see very often in season 1 but they seemed to have forgotten about it??? or retconned it??? BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE THEY WERE SO COOL PLEASE BRING BACK THE ROLLER SKATES)

-Martin is a terrible driver. (The oldest sibling curse) He knows he's a terrible driver, but pretends he's not. Chris will usually try to take the driver's seat to prevent Martin from driving, but sometimes Martin beats him there. Will deflect any evidence of him being a bad driver. "That curb shouldn't have been there" Someone please revoke his license, he's a danger to society.

-Jimmy is definitely the best cook out of all of them. He makes food for the team most of the time, unless they are on a longer flight and he has to pilot. Koki and Chris are pretty competent chefs "Just read the recipe it's not that hard". Martin's basically limited to ramen noodles and microwave mac and cheese. Aviva, try as she might, can NOT cook. She will BURN water. (she always overcomplicates the recipes by trying to utilize an invention or something)

-Koki likes to crochet. She likes to keep her hands busy so whenever she's doing a rather boring task, like monitoring for bad weather/villains while the bros are out, she crochets.

-Jimmy gets insane jet lag, and since they are bouncing from different time zones all the time, he can never really catch up. Not to mention he has to stay up for irregular hours to fly the Tortuga. This is why he's always napping, and why the others usually leave him alone to sleep unless it's important.

#wild kratts #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #wild kratts koki #jimmy z #wild kratts headcanon #littlecrittereli #These are so random but they are just thoughts that have been stuck in my head for a while #also its just for fun and how I personally view their dynamic :)#found family Tortuga Team

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treasureofmammon · 1 month

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(English isn't my native language, sorry for any mistake)

You asked for requests- well, lately, i can't take a MC who has many siblings (6-7) out my mind. They're at RAD, everyone getting ready for an important event. They get a call saying thay their eldest brother (who is kinda like Lucifer) suffered a car accident and all the siblings have to be there bc they don't know if he will make it. It went like

-you can't go, the event-

Mc:My brother was only 18 when our parents died and he had to take care of all of us, the company, and solve all the legal problems. I wasn't asking to go, I'm saying I'm going.

Anyway, you don't have to do it. Have a nice day/night ♡♡ drink water

I was feeling uninspired, but many of you gave me great ideas when I asked. Here is Anon's idea: an MC with a lot of brothers, their situation is similar to the Seven rulers of the Devildom, but then, a tragedy strikes.

🖤 It's not optional 🖤

👥️Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Solomon + MC (gn!reader) + OG MC's family.

⚠️Warnings: Angst, parental figures, siblinghood (is that a word?), fluff. I took A LOT of creative liberty.

📝 Note: Anon, I hope that this is of your liking. It took me some time to actually write this one; it was a special and cute challenge. Thank you for sharing!

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You looked up to your bedroom's ceiling, feeling a sting in your stomach, an itch that doesn't go away, a rare premonition. You have always had those since you were a child, especially when something bad it's about to happen; but, for some reason, they've become stronger and clearer since you arrived here, in the Devildom.

Now you know beforehand when Mammon's "entrepreneur" adventures are going to fail, although to no avail as he does whatever he wants anyway. Or when Lucifer is getting so somnolent at his desk that he'll drop asleep and spill his coffee on the papers. Or when Satan is trying to get a special tome from his messy piles of books, making them fall and get trapped under thousands of them. Or when Beel is so hungry, he might destroy the kitchen or, worse, the whole house.

But none of those premonitions feel like today's. It's been days since your human world phone doesn't ring. Your oldest brother won't call. At first, you thought it was a relief since he has the horrible habit of calling you twice or thrice on the same day; but now it feels worrisome.

One day, you were secretly eating ice cream in the kitchen, and seconds later, you were in front of a group of intimidating and very hot men. And your brother knew. Of course he did. He just was so busy with work that he forgot to mentioned that he signed off your request for an exchange student program that you so much wanted to experience, and that he got a call that week that you were accepted. Obviously, none of you were expecting it to be in literal hell. And yet, he didn't mention it: not a warning, not a comment, not even a word.

As you feel yourself drowsy under the moonlight coming parted through your bedroom window, you remember your siblings. You know that your eldest brother wasn't always like that: a dictator, a nosy young man, a general in charge of his six little bratty siblings. No. He once was a refreshing young adult, responsible yes, but free. He would ride his motorcycle with his babe hugging him tightly on the back, and feel the sea breeze; or party in College and then wake up ready for a chemistry exam that he'd destroyed with a 100%; or organize a movie night at home on summer break with you all, piling up a bunch of pillows and bedsheets until you 7 had the living room completely transformed into a fort just to watch Mulan for the nth time that month.

But he changed. He changed that exact summer break actually: he left school, sold his motorcycle, broke up with his significant other and all that just to raise you, to raise all 6 of you. After all, he was barely 18 when your mom and dad died, and he had to take care of you all.

He could have called that day that you were inadvertently teleported to the Devildom, but he forgot because he had a stack of paperwork that he needed to finished before his boss (who, by the way, you like to call Mr. McCrankyPants since you were eight years old), threatened to fire him again.

As it sinks in, you feel your heart squeeze. You reach your human world cellphone, but it rings before you grab it. Your second eldest brother is calling you. The coincidence would have scared you before if it wasn't so regular now. So, with tranquility, you answer the phone and hear with attention what you already sort of knew: —MC?—, a sniff and a broken voice —Big brother was on a car accident—.

Lucifer calls you out: —No! No! You can't go to the human realm! I understand your situation, but Lord Diavolo gave us explicit orders to keep you safe in the House of Lamention, so I'm afraid we- —. You interrupt him with a defeated face, you look up to Lucifer and say honestly —You can't understand, do you Luci? After all, you're the oldest...—. You direct your gaze back to your suitcase, filling it up quickly with mainly clothes and some personal items.

—What do you mean?—, Lucifer asks. His brothers are all in the threshold of your bedroom door, watching you prepare to leave, hearing the discussion, setting the mood with their sadden faces.

—Because you've never had anyone to give his all for you. Rather, it's always you who carefully takes care of your brothers. But not the other way around... If you did have someone, you'd understand—.

Lucifer stays silent. Of course, he understands. Of course, he used to have someone, too. However, he won't say because, as of now, he looks at his brothers, all of them amazed by your words, all of them touched by your sensibility, all of them understandably empathetic.

So a long pause fills the house, until Mammon breaks the silence —I get it—, he says with a rare serious tone that always surprises his brothers —Let'em leave, it's until the matter it's settle, right?—. Lucifer sighs, —No, we have clear orders that...—. Annoyed, Mammon cuts out Lucifer's words: —Clear orders? The heaven with that shit, Lucifer. If it was ya, I...—, but Mammon shuts himself up, biting his lower lip.

—Mammon is right, but... how long is it gonna be?— Beel asks with a sad puppy face.

—Exactly, it might be way too long. It's better if you stay here and wait for news at home..., with us—, Belphie adds.

—We will be here for you, hon—, Asmo says with a worried face expression.

—You'll always have us for you, MC— adds Satan.

—And we can play video games to keep you distracted if that helps—, Leviathan suggests.

You close your suitcase and make your way out of your bedroom to the house's entry. The brothers don't stop you. They just watch. At the main door, Solomon awaits. —Solomon! If you take them there, I swear...— Lucifer shouts. Although Solomon ignores Luci as he places his hand gently on your shoulder and chants a spell.

—MC?— Asmo calls out for you one last time. You look back and smile at them.

— You know, boys? My brother was only 18 when our parents died, and he had to take care of all of us, get a crappy job, stop his studies, solve any legal problems, and pay the mortgage. Now he needs me. I wasn't asking for permission to go, I'm saying I'm going. It's not optional... Wouldn't you do the same for Lucifer?—. And with that, a blueish light surrounds you and Solomon in a circle, and before you know it, you're back in the human realm.

The hours at the hospital are dready boring. While your big brother sleeps in a coma, his lungs breathe artificially thanks to the machine at his left. You just sit at his side, although he's unconscious, you tell him all sorts of jokes and adventures from back in the Devildom. You thank him for his existence and pleading, you ask him to be strong. A roller coaster of emotions that has been going on for days now, not only for you but for all your other 5 siblings.

As for this right moment, you breathe in and out, grounding yourself like the nurse suggested, focusing on the stains on the hospital room's ceiling. Until you hear a familiar voice: —Have you tried with the healing spell I taught you?—. Quickly, you look back, —Satan?! No, everyone! What are you guys-—. But you don't finish your question, because this time is Lucifer who interrupts you: —We couldn't let you go unprotected, and worse, mad at us.—, he smiles sincerely and you feel as if half of your family was there now. A weight lifts from your shoulders and your eyes water. —Solomon, did you bring them here? Thank you—.

Solomon smiles: —Who knows? Maybe I did, or maybe I found them in the human realm already—, he finishes with a wink.

Worried, you try to ask them: —But without Lord Diavolo's permission...—.

—Doncha worry about it—, Mammon assures you and continues —So, have ya tried with Satan's spell?—.

You look down and pout, —Y-yes. But it didn't work—.

—I see...—, Lucifer says and then commands to his brothers —if that's how it is, then, everyone: you know what to do—.

Gently, Asmo holds your hand and helps you stand up from the uncomfortable chair; then, he places you in front of your brother's bed, with your back to them. That's when you feel it: 7 hands on your back. A warm energy suddenly runs through your body, and tears come down your cheeks. It's their magic powers being transferred to you briefly.

—Come on, MC— Solomon orders, watching from the side —... give it another try—.

Crying, you chant —May the vestiges of pain that linger within the person before me be eliminated. I am the one they call MC... Hear my command!—.

You sniff, tears escaping your pretty eyes, as you wait, expecting, praying to whatever there's to pray that it works. Only seconds, but they feel like eternities. Until your brother's eyes are finally open, although confused. You gasp thankful for the miracle, and you make a mental note to thank each of your 7 lovely demons and teacher. You know that you will reward each of them after. There will be time.

For now, you hold your big brother's hand tightly, looking at him as if he hanged the moon and the stars, crying of happiness. But all he says is: —MC? Why are you crying? Are you ok?—. As always, you're the priority in his mind.

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[Note; The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning this is fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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maaarine · 14 days

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The Troubling Trend in Teenage Sex (Peggy Orenstein, The New York Times, April 12 2024)

"For the past four years, Dr. Herbenick has been tracking the rapid rise of “rough sex” among college students, particularly sexual strangulation, or what is colloquially referred to as choking.

Nearly two-thirds of women in her most recent campus-representative survey of 5,000 students at an anonymized “major Midwestern university” said a partner had choked them during sex (one-third in their most recent encounter).

The rate of those women who said they were between the ages 12 and 17 the first time that happened had shot up to 40 percent from one in four. (…)

Twenty years ago, sexual asphyxiation appears to have been unusual among any demographic, let alone young people who were new to sex and iffy at communication.

That’s changed radically in a short time, with health consequences that parents, educators, medical professionals, sexual consent advocates and teens themselves urgently need to understand.

Sexual trends can spread quickly on campus and, to an extent, in every direction.

But, at least among straight kids, I’ve sometimes noticed a pattern: Those that involve basic physical gratification — like receiving oral sex in hookups — tend to favor men.

Those that might entail pain or submission, like choking, are generally more for women.

So, while undergrads of all genders and sexualities in Dr. Herbenick’s surveys report both choking and being choked, straight and bisexual young women are far more likely to have been the subjects of the behavior; the gap widens with greater occurrences.

(In a separate study, Dr. Herbenick and her colleagues found the behavior repeated across the United States, particularly for adults under 40, and not just among college students.)

Alcohol may well be involved, and while the act is often engaged in with a steady partner, a quarter of young women said partners they’d had sex with on the day they’d met also choked them.

Either way, most say that their partners never or only sometimes asked before grabbing their necks.

For many, there had been moments when they couldn’t breathe or speak, compromising the ability to withdraw consent, if they’d given it.

No wonder that, in a separate study by Dr. Herbenick, choking was among the most frequently listed sex acts young women said had scared them, reporting that it sometimes made them worry whether they’d survive.

Among girls and women I’ve spoken with, many did not want or like to be sexually strangled, though in an otherwise desired encounter they didn’t name it as assault.

Still, a sizable number were enthusiastic; they requested it. It is exciting to feel so vulnerable, a college junior explained.

The power dynamic turns her on; oxygen deprivation to the brain can trigger euphoria.

That same young woman, incidentally, had never climaxed with a partner: While the prevalence of choking has skyrocketed, rates of orgasm among young women have not increased, nor has the “orgasm gap” disappeared among heterosexual couples.

“It indicates they’re not doing other things to enhance female arousal or pleasure,” Dr. Herbenick said.

When, for instance, she asked one male student who said he choked his partner whether he’d ever tried using a vibrator instead, he recoiled. “Why would I do that?” he asked.

Perhaps, she responded, because it would be more likely to produce orgasm without risking, you know, death.

In my interviews, college students have seen male orgasm as a given; women’s is nice if it happens, but certainly not expected or necessarily prioritized (by either partner).

It makes sense, then, that fulfillment would be less the motivator for choking than appearing adventurous or kinky. Such performances don’t always feel good. (…)

Now consider that every year Dr. Herbenick has done her survey, the number of females reporting extreme effects from strangulation (neck swelling, loss of consciousness, losing control of urinary function) has crept up.

Among those who’ve been choked, the rate of becoming what students call “cloudy” — close to passing out, but not crossing the line — is now one in five, a huge proportion.

All of this indicates partners are pressing on necks longer and harder.

The physical, cognitive and psychological impacts of sexual choking are disturbing.

So is the idea that at a time when women’s social, economic, educational and political power are in ascent (even if some of those rights may be in jeopardy), when #MeToo has made progress against harassment and assault, there has been the popularization of a sex act that can damage our brains, impair intellectual functioning, undermine mental health, even kill us.

Nonfatal strangulation, one of the most significant indicators that a man will murder his female partner (strangulation is also one of the most common methods used for doing so), has somehow been eroticized and made consensual, at least consensual enough.

Yet, the outcomes are largely the same: Women’s brains and bodies don’t distinguish whether they are being harmed out of hate or out of love."

#article #weaker sex #tw abuse #peggy orenstein

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 2 months

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Back again for a yandere set 2 ask! And this was inspired by the one I’d previously asked with the yanderes’ preference of outfit/clothing style for their darling…

What would each of the yanderes’ dream wedding ring be for their darling?

Obviously you have some like Aeron and Viper who’ve given marriage gifts to their darlings in their stories already, but what about the others?

This doesn’t have to be super detailed or anything! I just thought it’d be fun to ask what a general idea for the rings would be.(Like the cut/shape, what material for the band, etc.) I hope this can be fun for you first and foremost since you’ve said in the past you’ve liked these asks of mine

Take care in life and school! I know you’ll succeed!

Yandere! men and their dream wedding ring

Hmm, I don't know how to describe a wedding ring, so I decided to put pics instead!

And thank you for wishing me well! I hope and know you'll succeed too.

PRICES I DESCRIBED DOES NOT EQUATE TO THE ACTUAL REAL LIFE PRICES OF THE RINGS HERE!

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam would have a modest wedding ring. Something simple and delicate, something that reminds him of you. It may not be the most detailed or expensive, but it's enough that it's beautiful, and it matches you.

YAN! BULLY

Oh Uno wants it big and bold, something that will smear a frown of jealousy on other people's face, something that he knows that you will find extra. Why not? It gives a big fuck you to people who bullied you, and a fuck you to the people who thinks they can have a chance with him. Does it look tacky? Eh... Depends on you. Does it look like an engagement ring? It does, but he doesn't really care.

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST

Rose would want something just in the middle. He would definitely ask for you opinion, although if he saw something that he thinks would fit you, he would buy it. Plus points if it had a rose carving, making it seem that he's branding you.

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER

Aeron's ring, as described in the fic, had a fantasy like ring where vines protrude from the gem as it's a ring from the fae's. Well, until it got corrupted and now it's a demon king's wedding ring. It's beautiful yet foreboding, and had spikes digging into your skin so you won't remove it, ever.

YAN! PLAYER

Amor would be extra-extra. He would force the gods to find a wedding ring worthy of you. And one of them will find something that is imbedded with godly powers from their was once shrine. Amor would be giddy, and knew that this ring will be worthy of your fingers. Looks like an engagement ring too.

YAN! PARASITE

TBF, Acheron will think a wedding ring over and over again will be too wasteful, although he will be inclined to buy one every life/body both of you will inhabit if you want. But the first wedding ring will be the most special. It's simple yet intricate, making sure it will not bother you and him when it comes to your lab works.

YAN! EMPEROR

Callisto, from months of waging wars on other towns, cities, Empires and Kingdoms will find more treasure than he can fit in his treasury. So that meant more options to find the most perfect wedding band for you. Although, he ends up with a simple yet intricate band too.

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Alpheus is rich, so he'll spend a lot of time finding the best wedding ring he could find for the both of you. He ends up dissatisfied most of the time and ends up commissioning for a piece since his love for you runs deep, so does his grattitude. He will probably end up with a pair that if you slot the both of them together, they will come out complete.

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE

Merfolk tradition is different, and Viper is no different too. So no rings, but he will present a pearl hairclip or pin, something that reminds him of you, and his love over you, and basically his desire to be with you at all times. He forges it himself too.

YAN! HUNTER

Orion will think that a ring doesn't fit you, and will probably find a circlet for you to wear. It would look dazzling on your head, and it will probably be better considering that you never wore a ring before (assuming that). He will commission somebody, although it will not look like what he wanted and ends up making it himself. It will be extra though, and will be quite uncomfortable to wear.

YAN! KING

As a king, Soma will probably have something up his sleeve. And when I say up his sleeve, I meant a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. So this ring was not only heavy on the gem, but heavy on the meaning too. It meant that you're his forever and ever. And if you did something to tarnish his name, then i'm sorry but something will happen.

YAN! GOD

Liviticus will shut himself off in his domain to make the perfect wedding band for the both of you. With his creativity, surely he can create the perfect wedding band? It will be difficult for him, as he always, always change his mind and try to do it again and again until you stop him and assure him that it's fine.

YAN! PROSECUTOR

Yuta will probably find a ring that is simple but is ridiculously expensive that you don't know how it became so expensive. Although, now that you think about it, it is quite intricate, and carved quite well. Although you won't ask how much it is actually, it will probably put you in a cardiac arrest.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #yandere imagines #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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The One Where They Go To Florida: Part 1 (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: What happens when 70+ frat boys decide to take a vacation to Florida during Spring Break? The adventure of a lifetime

Warnings: Dumb frat boy shenanigans, mentions of a sexual incident with an apple pie, Rhett giving the newbies some sex ed lessons etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @bradleybeachbabe @rhettabbotts

"Alrighty boys," Rhett said, pacing up and down the row of pledges who were seated before him. "First thing's first, Spring Break is the most important part of Greek Life and therefore it is critical that ya'll pay attention."

A few of them scratched a few notes in the notebooks they had been given while Rhett continued.

"Our destination this year?" Rhett continued, turning to the portable chalkboard behind him. "Florida Keys, the ultimate spring break destination for snowbird college students. Now mind you, you will very quickly see why this earned the nickname, Florida Fuckfest."

"Um.....Professor Abbott? Can you expand a little further on this?" one of the pledges chuckled.

"Oh thank you Toby, I'm actually glad you asked," Rhett answered, trying to keep it together. "The term was coined in 1984 by a former Delta Tau member after witnessing the usual spring break bacchanalia in Miami. Many, many things thoroughly fucked that year including a flagpole and........a warm apple pie."

Rhett and the others shuddered at the memory of the apple pie incident.......wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened in the Delta Tau house.

"Now I know most of ya'll probably have never made it with a girl before," Rhett elaborated. "Ain't no shame in that, your big brothers were once there before too. But we're here to get ya'll ready for the royal shithouse mess that is this trip. Kayce?"

Kayce stood up from the window seat and hauled out of the living room closet, everything that would be needed for the demonstration.

"Alrighty boys," Kayce said. "Ya'll got the Delta Tau sex manuals?"

The boys held up their manuals, save for poor Oliver Scott who was still slightly engrossed in it.

"Oliver?"

"Yeah?"

You poor little dude you," Rhett chuckled, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "If ya'll haven't memorized that by now, you're a lost cause."

Oliver gave him a slightly sheepish look through the heavy duty lenses of his glasses.

"We'll getcha there," Rhett promised him. "Don't worry, ya'll just need some extra help."

Rhett and Kayce set up a few mannequins in the living room, each one with a black lace bra and matching panties on it. No one had any idea what they were in for, only that they were being prepared for something that every Delta Tau would be faced with in the days leading up to spring break.

"Alright hotshots," Kayce said to the pledges. "Your training for Florida Fuckfest starts now. Your goal is to get the bras off these mannequins in less than thirty seconds, GO!!!"

The pledges each rushed for a mannequin, trying with all the speed they could muster to unhook the bras on the mannequins. Rhett and Kayce cheered them on, urging them to go faster and to not knock the mannequins to the floor. The oldest of the pledges had the best time, getting it off in less than fifteen seconds.

"Looks like ya'll did pretty good," Rhett remarked, eyeing their handwork. "But remember, ya'll will be handling real girls and what ya'll do with a dummy, you cannot do with a woman. Remember that."

The next task was a little less than pleasant, a little lesson that every pledge and college student in general feared.

"Alright boys," Rhett said to the pledges. "General rule of sex ed?"

"Wrap it before you tap it," the pledges answered.

"Always, always, always," Rhett reiterated. "Till one or more o' ya'll are married, absolutely no raw doggin and if ya'll happen to be gay, Foster will tell you the same thing. A.......that shit hurts like hell for some people and B........ya'll don't wanna risk anything unseemly or knockin your partner up."

It was all too apparent that the pledges were nervous as hell, even as they looked at the little wooden holders each containing a cucumber and a wrapped condom next to it.

"Your task, should you choose to accept it," Rhett informed them. "Will be to unwrap the condom and have it around the cucumber, same timing as before. In most cases ya'll might have less than that......so get to it my pretties."

Kayce started the timer and the boys hurried to get the condoms out of the wrapper and onto the ends of the cucumbers. It wasn't easy at all, some of them being put on backwards, some a little too small or some a little too clumsy for their own good.

As soon as the time was up, Rhett went up and down the line, inspecting their work. "Think we're gonna have to spend some extra time on this," he concluded.

The boys went through each and every lewd task as Kayce and Rhett each made a note of who had done well and who needed work. "Poor Oliver, dude," Rhett chuckled as he marked off the scores on a sheet. "This kid's strugglin real bad."

"Think he'll be able to make it in time?" Kayce asked. "I mean not all of'em did too bad."

Rhett sighed and ran his hands over his face. "We've got a long way to go," he said.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #kayce dutton #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range #outer range x yellowstone crossover

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Doctor Agatha Shiny

Image © @iguanodont

[Writing this entry was very cathartic. Doctor Shiny is not only my Villain OC (and trust me, there's nothing even remotely redeeming about her), but also a way to process the trauma I experienced in grad school. You may have noticed that "collegial mad scientists" are a recurring theme in my work; Doctor Shiny is their boss in the Inner Sea, at least as far as mere mortals go. I’ve been meaning to create a Legion of Doom in my campaigns, and this is as good an excuse as I’m likely to get. As one of the most powerful alchemists on Golarion, I gave Doctor Shiny access to a ton of weird extracts; I'm just posting a link to the Archives of Nethys master list than linking to them individually.

Also? Without any visual reference, Iguanodont managed to make Doctor Shiny look an awful lot like me. Spooky.]

Doctor Agatha Shiny CR 20 NE Humanoid This woman is fat and cheerful, her brown hair done up in a messy ponytail. She is dressed in a lab coat, heavy gloves and boots. Two tentacles grow from her back, each studded with sightless eyes.

Everyone in Absalom knows who Doctor Agatha Shiny is; she’s a celebrity scientist. Head of the Biology Department at Endiron School in Eastgate, her lectures on everything from diet to material science to biodiversity are popular and well attended by the public for entertainment and education purposes. Her column, “Ask Doctor Shiny”, is carried by several broadsheets and circulations. “Ask Doctor Shiny” is a slang phrase in Absalom meaning roughly, “how should I know?” Her various grad students and colleagues have nothing but nice things to say about her. Because the ones who talk out of turn have a habit of ending up dead or transformed.

Despite her jolly exterior, Doctor Shiny is a sadist of the highest caliber, and someone who is disgusted with humanity in general. It is her studied opinion that humans have been the dominant species on Golarion for far too long, and the ultimate aim of her research is to find a suitable replacement. Her primary laboratory for these experiments is the Puddles, which is increasingly home to murderous monsters of her own design. Doctor Shiny and the headmaster of her college, Tontartigan Dellby, have a system of mutual blackmail; both knows the broad strokes of each other’s schemes, enough to expose and humiliate the other if pushed. Agatha knows that she would win any conflict if it were to arise—she would merely shred Dellby with her bare hands and replace him with a simulacrum that obeyed her every command.

Doctor Shiny’s main lab is underground at Endiron School, but she maintains laboratories throughout Absalom and the entire Inner Sea region, each one of which has a doppelganger simulacrum she can project her mind into. Each lab is a facility for collecting monsters from the region, running tests on their physical and magical properties, and incorporating their characteristics into fleshwarped abominations. Her raw materials for fleshwarping often include those aforementioned recalcitrant students, as well as indigents, adventurers and other people who go unmissed. Those that would be missed are replaced with simulacra, or turned into dominated sleeper agents. Doctor Shiny has done some self-experimentation; tentacles grow from her back (she keeps these under her lab coat in her role as a public figure), and her internal organs are no longer fully human.

Like any good scientist, Doctor Shiny maintains a network of colleagues, almost all of whom are just as depraved as she is. Her Number One Minion is a blue slaad named Ranna, who was once a graduate student named Marina Rhinne, and to most of the world is still known by that name and identity. Ranna serves Doctor Shiny as an assassin, collection agent and lover. Doctor Shiny was the first contact point in Absalom for a species of fleshwarping monsters from Sarusan who have decided that the Inner Sea is ripe for their exploitation—these are the zern. She is also the chair of CIS, the Committee for Ingenious Science. CIS is a network of mad scientists throughout Avistan and Garund who occasionally report on their findings and brainstorm new ways to exert their will on the world. And lastly, Agatha Shiny is a religious woman. Her primary deity is Shub Nugganoth, but she sees the Goat of the Woods as the leader of a small pantheon of gods and demigods devoted to nightmares of evolution and knowledge at any cost. These six deities are the kyton demagogue Raetorgash, the sahkil tormentor The Vermillion Mother, the daemonic harbinger Deceid, the demon lord Abraxas, Shub Nugganoth and her green (wo)man daughter, Briarpatch. Doctor Shiny refers to these six as the Xammux, a zern word meaning “council”.

New Material: Shoggomer Shoggomer is one of Doctor Shiny’s miscellaneous inventions, although she typically refers to it as “self repairing polymer” in public. It is a form of latex, made with both tree sap and fleshwarping reagents derived from shoggoth ichor. Shoggomer can be used to make clothing, or any form of armor typically made from leather, hide or fur. As it is flexible, it cannot be used to make shields or typically metal armors. Shoggomer armor reduces its spell failure chance by 10%, increases max Dexterity bonuses by 2, and decreases armor check penalties by 2. Materials made of shoggomer heal at a rate of 2 hit points per day, or 1 per day if they have the broken condition. While healing, shoggomer materials manifest sightless eyes, small mouths or small flapping tendrils—this both institutes an armor check penalty of 2 when worn, and creatures within 30 feet must succeed a DC 15 Will save or be shaken for 1 minute by the eerie sight. A creature is only affected by the fear effect of repairing shoggomer once in a 24 hour period, whether it succeeds or fails the save. Shoggomer items are always of masterwork quality

Type of Shoggomer Item Item Price Modifier Clothing +750 gp Light armor +1000 gp Medium armor +1500 gp Other items +450 gp/pound

Doctor Agatha Shiny CR 20 XP 307,200 NE Medium humanoid (human) Human alchemist (clone master) 20 Init +7; Senses Perception +23; true seeing Defense AC 31, touch 18, flat-footed 28 (+3 Dex, +5 deflection, +5 natural, +8 armor) hp 273 (20d8+180); fast healing 5 Fort +26, Ref +21, Will +14; +4 vs. poison Immune alignment and thought detection Defensive Abilities fortification (25%) Offense Speed 40 ft. Melee spirit blade +23/+18/+13 (1d4+7 plus 1d6 acid/19-20), 2 tentacles +23 (1d4+7) Ranged +1 seeking light crossbow +20 (1d8+1/19-20) or bombs +19/+14/+9 touch (10d4+10 fire) Extracts Prepared CL 20th 6th—beast shape IV, caging bomb admixture, heal (x2), monstrous physique IV, transformation, verminous transformation 5th—dream, greater claim identity (DC 25), overland flight, planar adaptation, simulacrum, spell resistance, undead anatomy II 4th—caustic blood (DC 24), cure critical wounds, death ward, enchantment foil, fluid form, freedom of movement, restoration, touch of slime (DC 24) 3rd—absorb toxicity (DC 23), arcane sight, countless eyes, displacement, dragon turtle shell, heroism, protection from energy, voluminous vocabulary 2nd—animal aspect, delay poison, false life, invisibility, lesser restoration, spider climb, venomous bite, vine strike (DC 22) 1st—anticipate peril, bomber’s eye, cure light wounds, disguise self, polypurpose panacea, shield (x2), targeted bomb admixture Special Attacks bombs (30/day, DC 30), mutagen (+8/+6/+4 ability scores, +6 natural armor) Statistics Str 18, Dex 16, Con 26, Int 30, Wis 14, Cha 20 Feats Craft Construct (B), Craft Wondrous Item, Extra Discovery (x2), Fleshwarper, Improved Initiative, Magical Aptitude, Master Craftsman (Craft: alchemy), Multiattack, Point Blank Shot, Power Attack, Precise Shot Skills Bluff +24, Craft (alchemy) +37, Diplomacy +26, Disable Device +31, Disguise +26, Fly +21, Heal +25, Knowledge (arcana, nature) +31, Knowledge (dungeoneering, local, planes) +28, Linguistics +18, Perception +23, Perform (oratory) +26, Spellcraft +31, Survival +23, Use Magic Device +30 Languages Aboleth, Abyssal, Aklo, Common, Daemonic, Draconic, Gnoll, Infernal, Kelesh, Orisian, Senzar, Slaad, Sylvan, Thassilonian, Undercommon, Varisian, Zern SQ alchemy, discoveries (alchemical simulacrum, doppelganger simulacrum, fast bombs, fast healing, feral mutagen, greater mutagen, grand mutagen, infusion, preserve organs, promethean disciple, sleeper agent, tanglefoot bomb, tentacle [x2]), instant alchemy, legendary, persistent mutagen, poison use, rebirth, swift poison Gear manual of gainful exercise +5 (expended), tome of clear thought +4 (expended), headband of mental superiority +6 (Diplomacy, Disguise, Perform (oratory), belt of physical perfection +4, +5 shoggomer studded leather armor of improved electricity resistance, spirit blade, +1 seeking light crossbow, vest of the ultimate alchemist (counts as greater poisoner’s jacket, vest of stable mutation and vest of surgery), amulet of natural armor +5/mighty fists +5, truesight goggles, deliquescent/poisoner’s gloves, charlatan’s lab coat of resistance +5, ring of protection +5, ring of mind shielding and sustenance, boots of striding and springing, boro beads (1 4th level, 2 3rd level, 2 1st level), cauldron of brewing, pale green ioun stone, scroll of greater teleport (x3), 20 bolts, 100,000 gp worth of alchemical reagents and poisons, alchemist’s lab, formula book (as prepared, plus true seeing, clone, greater invisibility, eyes of the void, neutralize poison, stoneskin, claim identity, lesser simulacra, nondetection, water breathing, barkskin, bear’s endurance, blur, bull’s strength, cat’s grace, eagle’s splendor, fox’s cunning, owl’s wisdom, undetectable alignment, crafter’s fortune, identify, touch of the sea), 645 gp. Special Abilities Legendary (Ex) Doctor Shiny’s statistics are built on 25 point buy and she has the gear of a 20th level PC. These advantages increase her CR by +1 Mutagen (Su) Doctor Shiny’s mutagens are built to grant her a +8 bonus to Strength, +6 to Constitution and +4 to Dexterity. With her mutagen (and her vest of the ultimate alchemist), her statistics are as follows: Init +9; AC 39, touch 20, flat-footed 35; hp 333; Fort +29, Ref +23; Melee spirit blade +27/+22/+17 (1d4+11 plus 1d6 acid/19-20), claw +26 (1d6+9 plus 1d6 acid), bite +26 (1d8+9), 2 tentacles +26 (1d4+9); Str 26, Dex 20, Con 32; Skills Fly +23

#doctor shiny #alchemist #pathfinder 1e #pathfinder rpg #monster girl summer #npc #age of monsters #age of monsters spoilers #body horror #mad scientist #transformation #cthulhu mythos #shub nugganoth

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liquidstar · 7 months

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do u have any recs for folks newer to the yuri genre? I've never really read any manga other than shounen and some magical girl stuff

Omg i can totally give yuri recs. (And which ones to stay away from. Sakura Kiss has cousin shit in it, Citrus has stepsister dubcon, Dragon Maid has lolicon, Happy Sugar Life is also lolicon but it’s edgy about it and tries to act like this makes it deep, we can do better)

Anyway here’s my actual recs! I'm going to give details but if you don't wanna read them I bolded all the titles.

YuriKuma Arashi (By Ikuhara of Revolutionary Girl Utena fame), is about lesbian bears. But it’s actually a metaphor for the simultaneous objectification and demonization of lesbians, the expectation both for purity and predation. There are some nitpicks I have with it like the sexualization being a bit too much to bring the point home, but overall I do like its themes and its message. And I think the ending pulls everything together really nicely. There is both a manga and an anime, and I believe the anime came first. I’ve only seen the anime so I’m not sure if/how the manga deviates!!!!

Bloom Into You is an absolute must. Like, for real, I think it’s one of the best romances out there, yuri or otherwise. It gets really deep into both characters' respective psyches and the ways that they’re both Very Screwed Up when it comes to love and romance, or really just life in general. Giving details would be doing them a disservice honestly. Both characters are very messy but also do try their best to genuinely communicate, and what comes of that is a lot of teenage lesbian drama, but the growth they both experience though it TOGETHER is just great, and you can tell they care about each other so much.

Okay this one I’m not really recommending for the good writing, it’s more-so just really cool. Liberta (EXPLICIT) is a series about a vampire who can turn her body into guns and a human woman who is sick of being seen as lesser in her ordinary life. And then they fall in love and are vampires together. The artstyle and character designs are awesome and it has some really cool fight scenes. However it also has full blown barely censored sex scenes. A few of them. One of the women uses her tail at some point. If that’s not what your cup of tea is, give it a pass.

Anyway for something more wholesome you should check out The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All, which I’m actually not fully caught up on bc life, but has still been a super fun read so far. It’s about a girl who works at a music store, and her classmate who gets a crush on her while she’s at work. The classmate doesn’t realize that they’re the same person, due to her looking different at work, and thinks her worksona is a guy. Hijinks ensue.

Otherside Picnic is also highly recommended. Its manga adaptation is lagging behind the light novel, which I can’t find a translation of online (But if anyone can help me out w that 🙏). The story itself is about two college students who go on adventures to a parallel plane of reality, which contains cosmic horrors who can only communicate with humans through fear so intense it will make you go insane. They’re also looking for someone who went missing, and gain cool powers like Ghost Hand and Sans Eye. Yes this is still a yuri series and it’s also really really extremely fucking cool.

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat, is a slice of life story about… Well exactly what it says. A woman with a passion for cooking, making lots of food and sharing it with her neighbor, and they end up bonding through this. It’s also like, cool to see a big butch woman for a change! The story itself is very straightforward but I love watching the relationship progress as well as the mc question her sexuality. This story will absolutely make you super hungry though.

Show Me Your Bust (EXPLICIT) is also exactly what it says on the tin, though it’s technically a webtoon. Again this is a series with explicit sex scenes, but it actually does have a story and actual depth to its characters. Honestly there’s a lot to unpack with all of them and a lot of the relationships aren’t totally healthy but it’s a drama so that’s the point.

A Monster Wants To Eat Me is actually hard to describe without spoilers. It’s about a girl who lives by the sea, meeting a mysterious girl with eyes that remind her of the ocean itself. The girl says that she’s actually been looking for the mc for a long time, and it’s revealed that….

And lastly I wanna mention Hanamonogatari, a story about an old widow who begins to regain confidence in herself as she experiments with make-up with the help of another old lady who works at a local cosmetic store. Honestly it’s very very very sweet, it’s rare to get romances like this of old women when so much of the focus of romances (yuri or otherwise) is often on the characters being attractive. I also really appreciate how the make-up is being used specifically to accentuate their wrinkles. Not hide them. Because aging is beautiful too. Sadly IVE ONLY READ TWO CHAPTERS BECAUSE I DONT THINK THE REST ARE TRANSLATED IF ANYONE OUT THERE CAN HELP ME PLEASE DO 🙏

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brooklyn-alley-ratcat · 8 months

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Homesick

I think a part of me will always be homesick.

I miss the comforter I used all my life, the footsteps of my grandpa in the hallway as he left for work, the coffee machine being turned on at 5 am, the dogs that barked at first light.

The neon green I painted my bedroom walls, the trampoline in the backyard, the cracks in the driveway, the bird nest in the rafters of the front porch.

The giant magnolia tree outside my bedroom window, the frogs that croaked on the window ledge, the whirlybirds that spun in the wind, the hiss of the water hose when washing cars.

The neighbor mowing his lawn at 7 am on Saturday, the smell of barbecue on the grill, the family swing by the shed, the daffodils that grew in between the fences, the decals for every holiday we hung on the windows, the cds we played when swimming.

I miss it, goddamn do I miss it.

The memories of my childhood home make me fall to my knees when I let them wash over me.

I grew up there, that house saw me grow up long enough for me to leave.

I don’t think a house will ever feel the same as that one did.

I don’t think know I’ll never stop being homesick for my childhood.

#it’s 3 am and I miss my grandma’s soft footsteps in the hallway #and the sound of my grandpa’s snoring across the hall #brooklyn rants #adventures of a first generation college student #something something your roots were planted before you existed #college #poetry #personal #on growing up #webweave #web weaving #on adulthood #on childhood #homesick #writers on tumblr #tumblr users #prose poetry #prose #brooklyn alley ratcat

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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First

By the time I got to college, my virginity was literally crippling me. All through high school, I wondered about my sexuality and what I liked and didn’t. I had a good idea that I may be gay, based on my porn searches and reading, but sometimes a girl would catch my fancy and make me wonder. I had made out with a few girls in high school, but it never went past the light petting stage, and I never made out with a boy. There just weren’t that many opportunities in the small town I grew up in.

When I got to college, away from home, dad, and the watchful eye of everyone in my hometown, I just had to find out what it was all about. Being the analytical, scientific person I am, I went about devising a plan to figure out my sexuality. I know I was being a little silly, but I didn’t want to close a door that may be a fun adventure or deprive me of a great experience.

My first step was purely by accident. I met a girl during orientation, before classes even started. Her name was Beth, and she was a cute redhead with freckles and long, curly hair. She was so sweet and fun, we hit it off right away. She had an odd sense of humor that suited me well and was sarcastic enough to keep everyone entertained. We started to spend a lot of time together, eating meals at the same time, walking to classes and even spending evenings together in our rooms. We made out a lot. She was a great kisser. One night she grabbed my hard dick while we were laying in my bed kissing and started rubbing it through my sweatpants. I decided to grab a boob, so we started playing with each other. She eventually leaned down and pulled my dick out, licking it tentatively while she held it like an armed bomb. I was rubbing her back and laying there, enjoying the first time someone else ever touched me. It didn’t take long for me to cum, which I warned her about and she let blast all over my shirt. She just dropped me afterwards and came back to make out more. I could taste myself on her lips, which tasted really good (I’d never even tasted mine before). She left soon after, but we kept hanging out and making out when we could.

One night, I was at her place and we were making out while watching a movie, kind of. We’d both gotten naked and were touching and exploring each other. She knew I was a virgin, but she’d had sex before. She gave me a blow job for a few minutes then reached into her nightstand and got a condom. I watched her, wide eyed and nervous, while she opened the wrapper and put it on me. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, pointed my dick up and sat down on me. I went in really easy, and it was so warm and soft, it felt like masturbating with a fluffy, wet glove. She started moving about on my lap and reached down to grab my hands to put on her boobs. It felt ok. She seemed to be having a great time, and she started squealing and breathing heavily, but nothing happened with me. After she came, she kept me inside and laid down on top of me, pressing her boobs into my chest and making out with me. She came off me and took the condom off then jacked me off to orgasm on my chest and belly.

We had sex a few more times. She seemed to cum everytime, and I eventually came while we fucked, but it left me convinced there was something else out there. We eventually grew apart and stopped dating, but after I came out to her, we became great friends. She brags that she’s responsible for driving me into the arms of a man.

Step one down. I knew I wasn’t 100% straight. It was fun, but it certainly didn’t get me going. A girl's body is wasted on me. So, I figured that I needed to try a dude. Easiest way to do that is with an app, so I downloaded a couple of them and made a profile that was, looking back, pretty general. Just had a face pic and described myself as a college student, looking to meet someone, yada, yada, yada. I got lots of replies, a lot were way older than me looking for a ‘boy’, and I avoided that. I matched with a cute kid named Ethan who lived in my dorm, so we agreed to meet up at the student union for coffee one evening. He was very cute, a freshman like me, finding himself like me, but not a virgin to gay sex. He was very much a bottom. We went back to his place and started making out, got naked and were wrestling around in his bed. We turned into a ‘69’ and started sucking each other. Fucking fireworks blasting in my brain! The smells and textures and tastes bombarding my senses overwhelmed me. My first dick inside my body and I was hooked. He didn’t want to cum that way so asked if I’d fuck him.

“Fuck, yes!”

I asked him for a condom, but he told me he didn’t like them. He was taking meds and was clean, so he was fine without one. I didn’t want to stop sucking him, so I went back for more and was enjoying every second until he literally pulled me off and begged me to fuck him before he came. He got on his back and pulled his legs back to his chest, presenting his ass to me. I pointed my dick at his hole and started to push, but he quickly reminded me we needed lube, which he handed to me. I squirted some on my hand then slathered it all over my dick and spread some on his hole, which felt so cool to touch and rub! I played with his hole some, watching it pulse and flex, studying the hairless skin surrounding it, and slowly and carefully inserting a finger inside. It was so warm and tight! He gasped and moaned, then wiggled his butt on my finger. I pulled my finger out then pointed my dick back at his hole and pushed in until I popped past the ring. Oh my god! The heat and tightness of his hole was intense and soooo much better than a woman's softness. He grabbed my hips and pulled me in until I was all the way and my balls were resting against his ass. I could feel his body contracting around my dick - it was amazing. I reached down and started to jack him while I pulled out slowly before going back in. I kept going in and out slowly, somewhat uncoordinated. I was worried about hurting him. I shouldn’t have been.

“Drew, you can fuck me hard. I like it that way!”

“You sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“Fuck no. You feel amazing!”

He wrapped his legs around my waist and started pulling me in, almost spurring me into fucking him harder. I tried to match his movements and started going faster and faster, harder and harder, until I was slamming into him. He was moaning loudly with each thrust, my body smacking into him each time I bottomed out inside. His hole never relaxed but stayed tight and so warm on my dick, the sensations of his muscles in his ass as they massaged my dick each time I entered him blew me away. I knew this was what I wanted. I couldn’t hold it much longer and started jacking him faster, matching my thrusts, until I pushed in one last time and held still until I started blowing my load deep inside his hole. That pushed him over, and he blasted his chest with his cum, squirting eight or nine shots up onto his body.

I collapsed on top of him, feeling his cum spread between us, and hugged him tightly as I tried to regain my breath. His hole contracted and pushed out my softening dick, along with a healthy portion of my cum. We stayed in bed for a while longer, talking and laughing and reliving our tryst. Ethan was great and we still get together, when I feel like topping, but neither of us were interested in dating.

Step two down. I certainly liked having sex with a guy better than a girl. Way better. It was more fun. More athletic. More interesting things to do and play with. Ethan and I talked a lot about bottoming, because I was really curious. He told me how amazing it was and how much his body just loved the role. He described how he loves to play the submissive part and be dominated by a strong top. I hadn't figured out my roles yet, but it sounded amazing to hear him talk about it.

Step three was finding a top and trying out bottoming. Ethan was like my Sherpa guiding me up the mountain of bottoming. He taught me how to clean in preparation for sex. He shaved my butthole for me. We talked about positions and ways to work your muscles. It’s way more than just laying there and getting fucked! He introduced me to playing with toys and even bought me my first dildo. He took me to the clinic on campus and got a prescription for preventative meds. He was amazing. And he was turning me into a submissive bottom very quickly.

He had a couple friends that he thought would be great for my first time, and we made plans to meet up one evening for coffee to see how things went. The date was a couple of days away, and I was nervous as hell. This was a big summit to crest for me. I had built it up in my head as such a big deal, it was starting to get a little overwhelming.

I’d gone out for a run after class the day before our coffee date to try to relax. It helped, but I was still nervous when I got home and grabbed my stuff to get a shower. When I got to the bathroom, I heard one of the showers running, but there were plenty of others, so I hung up my towel and was undressing when I reached for the hook to hang my shorts and knocked over my shower kit, sending soap and shampoo and other things, including a dildo I sometimes used in the shower, across the floor. “Fuck!” I said under my breath and started to gather my things. Just as I was bending over to get my stuff, naked, the shower that was in use shut off and the curtain opened. On my knees, I looked up and saw this incredibly hot guy from my floor, an upperclassman, looking down at me. And he was holding the dildo! “Double Fuck!!” I thought.

“Is this yours?” He asked with a smirk.

“Um, yeah. Sorry for that.” I grabbed it from him and stuffed it back in my kit.

I looked back up at him, and he was still standing there looking at me with a mix of amusement and annoyance on his face. Totally naked and dripping wet, I noticed his dick was starting to harden. His dirty blond hair was wet and curly, and his chest and abdomen were tight, with barely any body fat on him. What do I do? Seems like a good opportunity that would be a shame to pass up, right? I looked him in the eye, then looked down at his dick, then back up at his face. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t move, so I thought “Why the fuck not?” and kind of crawled closer to him. I was still on my knees now right at his feet, eye level with his dick that was definitely harder than before. I leaned in and my nose touched it before I opened my mouth to take it inside. He stepped back and lifted me by the armpits. “What the fuck? Not here dipshit! We could be expelled! Aww, come with me.”

I grabbed my stuff and wrapped my towel around my waist then ran after him. He was ahead of me by at least 10 feet and got to his room first, opened the door and went inside, leaving the door open and completely ignoring me. When I got inside, he was hanging his towel in the closet, so I shut the door and dropped mine to the floor. He went to the bed and wordlessly sat down with his feet on the floor, reclining back against the wall. His dick on full display and harder than before, it was about seven inches long and normal girth with a cut, round head that was bright red. I went to him and knelt between his legs, using my hands to steady myself on his thighs. I leaned forward until my lips made contact with his now fully hard cock. The shower had loosened his balls, which were hanging down low in his hairless sac between his legs, and he smelled of soap and some leftover teenage pheromones, which was incredibly intoxicating.

At first I just smelled and ran my nose from his balls up his shaft to the tip near his belly button. I couldn't get enough and rubbed my nose and lips along his dick, his taint, his pubes - whatever I could get. He remained motionless with his arms to his side, but his dick was hard as stone and flexing up off his abdomen with his heartbeat. I must be doing something right!

After sniffing for several moments, I extended my tongue and ran it up his length. He finally responded by taking in a sharp breath and moaning quietly. He reached up with a hand and grabbed some of my hair and started to direct my face where he wanted it. He hooked the base of his dick with his other thumb, raising it up. He brought my face to the tip then he pushed it between my lips and into my mouth. He slowly pushed my head down as he entered my mouth then my throat. I gagged when he went past my pharynx, and without pulling out, he told me to breathe through my nose and swallow between breaths. That worked, and I was able to take more of him until my nose bumped against his short pubes at the base of his dick. He pulled up and he left my throat, allowing me to take in a breath. He then lowered my head again, repeating this several times as he enjoyed going past my tight pharynx and feeling me swallow his dick head in my throat.

My dick was leaking precum down it’s length as it remained hard and untouched. I was afraid that if I touched it I wouldn’t be able to stop until I came. He continued to use my face as a warm fleshlight, and I was learning how to give good head. I was using my tongue as he traveled in and out, for which I was rewarded with extra moans. I reached up and gently grabbed his balls and massaged, causing him to thrust into my face and breath faster and louder.

This went on for several minutes and I was really enjoying giving this dude head. I loved the taste of him in my mouth, the texture and taste of his precum as it leaked out, the moans and gasps he made when I did something he liked, the control he had over me, really using me to give himself pleasure. It was a real rush. I even enjoyed the disregard he gave me. He never considered what I felt or if I was enjoying myself. This seemed to be all about him, which was an odd turn-on for me.

He eventually pulled me off him and looked at me for a moment. He pushed my head back then brought his foot up and pushed my shoulder until I tumbled back onto the floor. I was kind of shocked at the turn of events; I was really enjoying giving him a blow job, but this wasn’t about me, was it? He stood up and looked down at me for a moment then asked

“Have you ever been fucked?”

“Um, no, I haven’t.”

“Fuck me! Hi! I’m Scott. You want to keep using that dildo, or would you like me to show you what it’s like for real?”

“Yes, please show me!”

He dropped to his knees between my legs and grabbed me behind the knees, pushing them up toward my shoulders. My ass curled up and opened to him, and I could feel the cool air on my taint and hole, thankfully shaved smooth by Ethan just yesterday. Scott unceremoniously spit on my hole a couple of times then straightened up and used his dick to spread the saliva over my hole before zeroing in on my entrance and applying light pressure. He told me to grab my legs, so I did, and he spread my butt cheeks apart, stretching my hole open and clearing the way for his dick head to pierce my hole and begin to spread the muscle open. I was breathing fast and ragged, nervous at what was happening but seemingly powerless to stop it. I later knew that was not true and I could stop at any time, but in the moment I felt I was falling down a hole without a rope to grab on to. The feelings coming from my butt were a weird and wonderful mix of pain and pleasure. It hurt to stretch the muscles like that, but feeling him enter me for the first time was amazing and was like nothing I had ever felt before. The more he pushed, the more it hurt and the more I wanted him to keep going.

Once his head popped past my ring and was inside, it started knocking on my prostate, which fucking sent me round the bend. I couldn’t believe how good it felt! Just having that stimulated by something that wasn’t my finger or plastic was amazing, and I knew then that this is where I was supposed to be. He continued to push in slowly, and it felt like he was feeding a long hose inside me - he just kept going! He finally got all the way in and his pubic bone bumped my taint and my balls. I could feel his balls smash against my ass and his dick fully inserted flexing inside me. Oh wow! This was amazing. That little bump against my balls sent a jolt through my body and caused my hole to clamp around his dick. He noticed and bumped them again a couple of times, each one causing a similar jolt.

“Ah, you're a ball man!”

“Unf, huh?”

“You like your balls played with. Your body reacts to them being bumped.”

“Umfp. Ok. It feels amaaazing!”

He kept humping into me gently, each time going out and back in a little further, but he reached down and grabbed into my sac and held my balls in his hand. With each thrust, he would tighten his grip until he was squeezing them pretty hard. My dick had gotten harder, if that was possible, and I was moaning and writhing around as much as I could while impaled on his dick. I could feel my orgasm beginning to boil inside me and told him that, and he let go and didn’t touch me anymore. He came forward and put his hands on the floor by my shoulders then started to pump into me faster and a little harder. He hooked my legs onto his shoulders and let me move my arms, which immediately went around his neck to hold onto him. He was fucking me hard now, his balls bouncing off my ass with each thrust and his pubic bone banging my balls and taint each time it made contact.

I could feel everything he was doing, and it felt amazing. I could also almost feel separated from the whole experience, as if I was floating above, watching and feeling at the same time. It was weird and sort of trance-like. It was otherworldly and made it feel as if I could do this for a long time.

“Fuck, Drew. You were made for this! Your hole feels amazing around my dick, like it’s massaging it each time I go in. Are you doing that?”

“I don’t think so. It just feels so fucking good. I’m just trying to keep up!”

“You’re doing just fine!”

He then doubled his efforts and really made me feel it, each thrust sending shock waves through my body. I could feel tingles in my ass around his dick, and they seemed to grow stronger with each pound he gave me. They blossomed out around my ass and went down my legs to my toes and up my back to the base of my skull. The tingles circled my head then seemed to focus and shoot straight down to my dick, which exploded with my orgasm, spraying cum all over my torso, some even reaching my face!

The contractions and convulsions my body experienced must’ve gotten to Scott, because he started to grunt louder and more insistently. He then rose up in a plank and dropped his weight down on my upturned ass one last time and held me there, bent up on my shoulders. He seemed to freeze for a moment before shivering and convulsing on his own, sending his cum out his dick and deep inside my ass. I could feel each shot he made as it fired inside me, the warmth from his cum coating the inside of my colon.

Oh my god! That was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced! Feeling his body as it reached climax and sent that to me was unbelievable. I felt like he was giving me an energy essence that fired up every nerve in my body. My whole body shivered again in what felt like a dry orgasm.

He rested on top of me for several moments, his breath and heart rate returning to normal. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, and he was nibbling on me there. He whispered how good that unexpectedly was and how we could do that again anytime. He slowly rose up on his hands then rested back on his heels, his dick still inside me.

“Ok. I’m going to pull away. Clamp down as soon as I pull out and hold my cum in as long as you can! Trust me, you’ll love it and thank me later!”

I contracted my ass around him as he pulled out, and only a little leaked out. I held tight while I stood and put the towel back around my waist. Cum was running down my chest and what leaked out was running down my leg, so I gathered my stuff, gave Scott a big kiss and thanked him, then went back to the shower to clean up. I kept holding my ass tight and retained his cum as long as I could. I made it back to my room and got dressed, then messaged Ethan to tell him the news. He was very happy for me but worried his friends would be disappointed that they missed the opportunity. I told him I hoped they still wanted to meet up. After this, I want to do that as much as possible! And Chris was right - feeling his load leak out of my ass the rest of the day kept me turned on and with a semi-hard dick that wouldn’t go down.

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if i tell you you are not ready for this interview.

my translation. my commentary is highlighted.

interviewee: ilan stephani who has her own website describing her as a “best selling author”. she worked as a prostitute for 2 years in a brothel and successfully finished her college education. she is a “body coach” now.

„Men are doing terrible sexually”

Ilan Stephani worked in a Berlin brothel for two years. She describes her experiences in her new book.

Miss Stephani, you walked to the prostitution organization Hydra with some friends for a consultation: You wanted to become a prostitute. What did you hope for with this profession?

IS: I didn’t want to become a boring college student. I wanted intense contact. I didn’t have good experiences: My first boyfriend cheated on me with such self-confidence it made me feel the question of power in sex. I wanted to gain social and sexual sovereignty. As a daughter from a good home, I learned how to fluently deal with different people. Those are qualities that were suddenly honored in prostitution. That totally flashed me.

she was emotionally traumatized from her cheating ex-partner and thought prostitution was a fun new adventure. this gave her some wicked sense of control. you can hear the classism from this privileged and educated woman when she calls herself a “daughter from a good home”. off to a good start.

Is that a hunger for life?

IS: Yes. And this is the thing for all men who go to a brothel: I’m hungry for life. And they think a man needs sex for that, which is of course bullshit. Men just learn that they have to experience life like this now. But contact with a smiling person is what enlivens us.

yes girl im sure these men come to you for your smile and because they are “hungry for life” and not because they want to get off in a woman. be for real.

Even though it’s a paid and fake smile?

IS: Yes, people can ignore that really easily.

she admits here that sex buyers know any joy and enthusiasm is fake and simply ignore it to proceed with sex acts. and yet she feels sorry for them.

And that you have sex with men who you don’t desire at all, that didn’t make you hesitate?

IS: It did. But you often have sex in a loving relationship without loving or wanting the other in that moment. That’s more about a feeling of obligation. There is a smaller difference to prostitution than you think. I’ve been working as a body therapist with women for seven years, and they all basically did for free what I was paid for. I had already experimented with anonymous sex. I went to a swinger club and already knew this normalcy and openness. And I was excited for this new social challenge.

so the two options for women are to have sex out of obligation or for payment? girl. also you are generally attracted to your partner, just don't want sex sometimes. in a healthy relationship you would not feel obligated. this was an experiment to her – she is making a mockery out of women who are in prostitution out of financial necessity. i wish she had just stuck to anonymous sex in swinger clubs.

What social challenge do you mean?

IS: All this performance art: For example, you take the money very discreetly, so nobody realizes that a payment has been made. I play that I have to moan exactly now and at the same time I take care that the towel doesn’t move from underneath me. And randomly, after half an hour, our wonderful encounter takes a natural end – and maybe the people also told me some secrets. They talk to prostitutes as if we signed a non-disclosure agreement. I had control the whole time. And usually, the world does not wait for little female students. But these men waited for me.

very normal for a supposed service to pay secretly to keep up an illusion of not actually being a service. it’s true, playing sexual pleasure is a challenge. not something that should be expected of women but okay i guess we’re admitting that prostitution is reproducing misogyny. the last two sentences make it very obvious that her self-esteem is completely dependent on men. another thing i noticed is that she says “people” when in the rest she talks about men. this is a common tactic to obfuscate the reality that prostitution is mostly women serving men.

You worked in a small, female-led brothel, with excellent working conditions. Still: You told the boys they are amazing at satisfying women, even when many can’t really. If I’m being strict here, you supported phallic culture.

calling sex buyers “boys”. nice infantilization to make them seem harmless. otherwise good question that makes it clear that prostitution is inherently anti-feminist.

IS: Yes. Prostitution stabilizes this culture. But as a prostitute, I don’t participate in the patriarchal elevation of the erection. Men fail in phallic culture, that is their problem. They are supposed to have an erect penis, and then it’s flaccid. What do you think, how nervous they often are, when they think they have to bring it now. I hear: “Please release me from the pressure to have to meet these standards.” And I say: “It doesn’t matter whether you have an erection or not. It’s not important. You are alright.” But of course in the end you are right: Women have always validated men under patriarchy and made them feel good.

“yes prostitution supports the patriarchy but -” not interested in what you have to say. take the L. the way she extends so much empathy to sex buyers. i guarantee you they don’t give a fuck and don't think about women and especially prostituted women any further than how fuckable we are. way to reproduce traditional gender roles: the woman as caring, empathetic, taking men’s feelings into account and defending them whatever they do. women telling men they are good enough when they really aren’t. women putting their own desires aside to help and teach men. and yet they will go home and still not know how to satisfy a woman because they pay you to lie to them. but hey she is sooooo self-aware.

That didn’t bother you?

IS: Little. I felt sorry for them. Men are doing terrible sexually in this society. Worse than women, because unlike women they don’t know what they lack. If cumming in women who pretend for them is the highlight of their sex life – how sad is that? The brothel is just one symptom of this poor sex we have.

men are doing so terribly sexually that they can legally buy sex. what is this woman on. this is almost bordering on men’s rights activism. poor men who have orgasms all the time while women have to pretend. maybe the sex wouldn’t be “poor” if men didn’t see women as a means to an end, their own orgasm. but sure you can frame it like her i guess.

What is poor sex – and what is rich sex?

IS: The poverty is that we desperately yearn to touch each other and make each other happy. And we don’t succeed. Women fake orgasms, that is not just a funny topic for the boulevard press. That is a failed communication every time. And men say: The things you like are so boring they make me fall asleep, I need something better. There are so many false expectations. The penis has to enter the vagina, that is such a strict idea about sexuality. And all this in a romantic relationship between two people. Hollywood and the porn industry have commercialized this. And these false pictures cause sexual abuse, sexual trauma for women. And that’s all the fault of the sex we have.

wow, they managed to talk about poverty – but not the impoverished women who are the majority in prostitution and don’t have the privilege to make intellectual considerations about poor little sex buyer meow meows because they have to deal with the abuse. men yearn to make women happy? i have to laugh. and prostitution is helping here how? by teaching men healthy boundaries and communication? again, i have to laugh. she extends no empathy to women or these men’s partners, only to the men who probably cheated on them with her – most sex buyers are not single. and “the penis has to enter the vagina” is literally 90% of prostitution. again, what is she on. so hollywood and the porn industry are evil but prostitution is not? god, please let brains fall from the sky. some people need them.

Now you could say: Kismet [destiny], our sex has become like this, now we have to work through it. You think something else is possible. What would that be?

IS: Good sex has to be freed from definitions that stress us. Thoughts like “sex is only good with an erection”, that’s stressful. We don’t know how to protect our sexuality from these definitions. For example, I discovered slow sex. We laid together for hours, a relaxed and unerected penis in a relaxed vagina. Nothing happened for a long time – except my leg went numb and my boyfriend’s back hurt. But after a few tries, something happened, and it was better than anything we ever experienced. We sensitized our genitalia again. I had my first vaginal orgasm. Yes, dear previous sex partners, the first!

not her talking about “protecting our sexuality”. i don’t even know what to say anymore. prostitution is all about penetration and defining sex to make it a service. she experiments with her partner but sex buyers can’t do that? and she proudly proclaims that none of her sexual partners had made her cum before (at least vaginally). this is such a mess. and now this banger:

Was that the point where you exited prostitution?

IS: Yes. I got bored before that though. And then I went to a workshop, where a group of women was supposed to find our G spot. I was pretty numb vaginally. At first it was funny because we were fingering around in each other with latex gloves, at some point your fingers start to cramp. Well, in the end we found it, and it was such a fluent and ecstatic experience! After that I stayed in the brothel for three weeks. And then I opened my eyes one day and thought: I’m not going there anymore. I was finished with it.

she never even experienced an orgasm before entering prostitution... literally completely unexperienced. and when she realized she could actually feel pleasure and wasn’t merely there to satisfy men she used her privilege to exit prostitution. and because she got “bored”. again, this is a fucking mess. and now she is some sort of body therapist for other women and profits from having been prostituted because everyone fucking loves these stories no matter what the background is. these narratives are extremely harmful to marginalized women in prostitution and play right into men’s hands. why are we not talking more about how a vaginally numb and sexually repressed woman whose partners never bothered enough to make her orgasm entered prostitution and how this is not a good thing? i fucking hate this newspaper because they are so uncritical.

Your bad experiences did not play a role?

IS: Not directly. I only realized later on that prostitution traumatized me. I had one customer who violently had sex with me. He was a smart sadist. A polite, friendly man. But then suddenly he just did what he wanted, touched me brutally and fucked me violently. He didn’t want consent. It was rape, even though it was not rape legally, because I did not say no. He showed me how I’m not able to set boundaries, because I was not prepared for something like this. I think that no woman is prepared for that because we are raised to be these smiling, nice girls.

how is she so aware but so wilfully ignorant at the same time. the cognitive dissonance is insane.

The infamous “she didn’t defend herself”.

IS: Yes. I work a lot with women who say: No, that was not rape, it was in my relationship and I didn’t say no. And I know exactly why she didn’t say no.

Why?

IS: Because we are the smiling girls. Because we are cuter when we cry silently than when we are angry. Our instinct that could prevent traumatization is repressed. The protective instinct: Set boundaries, say no, defend your boundaries. And there is no Yes if you are not able to say No. If we taught girls to say no, before we teach them to wear G-strings, we would reach sexual paradise. Because men would have to progress.

no words.

Don’t we try already?

Do we? I see women who are extremely scared. They’re scared that they won’t have sex anymore if they say no. That the man leaves. And they think, their only turn-on is to be “fucked hard”, to be a vessel. Women don’t know their own strength. Women’s bodies are not inferior to men’s bodies. That is a patriarchal lie. I’m pro sexual feminism. And that’s why I don’t work in prostitution anymore. I can do a lot better things with my sexual power than to say: “I’m your vessel today”.

the only thing that i can get behind in this whole mess. she is not even wrong about some things but the way she frames everything completely releases men from any accountability and she doesn't attack the system prostitution at all, she says the brothel is a symptom of boring sex and not like, woman-hate. and these are the voices that are the loudest in the german debate on prostitution.

#i will do more of these to show what narratives are dominating the german debate #and thereby influence legislation #anti prostitution #germany

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I've finally found someone else who likes Devereaux from Renegade Nell 😭😭 I adored your headcanons for him, please don't let that be all 🙏🙏🙏

Oh my gosh my prayers have been answered, I have been having a lot of thoughts about him recently 🙏🙏

What if his engagement to Eularia was not of his own volition- what if his father's gambling landed them in a tough spot financially, which resulted in him marrying his son to a wealthy older woman like Eularia against his will 🥲 it's sad to think about but would make sense in the given context

Alternatively, maybe he really is just the sober Jack Sparrow type- he'll flirt with anyone if it can get him out of a bad situation. So if the first one was a bit too depressing for you, you can always think of it this way too.

Early in the show he mentions the growing industries in the Americas (as we know now many of these would end up being Plantations) but he did mention hemp. If you haven't looked into it before, the hemp industry in America from the mid 1600s-1700s is really interesting, and it's funny to think of him as someone who wants to potentially oversee it (I believe it was popular amongst British mariners and had several different uses less common to us now than at the time)

Imagine him, based in America, exploiting British mariners with hemp... Amazing...

Also I'm British, and study history at college so I can tell you that if you were to insert yourself into this universe it's entirely plausible that y/n would be able to grow up alongside Devereux even as a pauper, let me explain why-

In the 1700s, many poor children or ones who came from lower middle class families (who had titles, but not money) would be educated by local families who were rich, and would pay off their student debt by working in that family's trade

For example if that family were blacksmithing business you might spend a summer in their forge- if they were fishermen you might spend time on their boats. Meaning Charles could've been educated alongside you! Whoo! Perfect setup for a childhood friends type storyline.

Magic tricks! We got to see him do some during the show, and I think it would be so cute to have him show you his favourite tricks, maybe sat huddled in a room at night whispering to each other like giddy teenagers while he shows you some new trick he learned

Leading into this, I also love his general giddiness and excitement as a character. He loves an adventure. He's always got a smile on his face. He's good with kids- we saw it with George. What a sweet guy 😭❤️

OH MY GOD AND THE DANCING!!! LET'S NOT FORGET THE DANCING!!! I have so many thoughts about his dancing I'm probably gonna make a separate post about it so please tell me if that's something you'd like to see

#renegade nell #charles devereux #isambard tulley

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ok ok matthews family lore idc idc idc

natalie thompson, the youngest of five, grew up in hatchetfield her whole life. she attended hatchetfield high and was with her high school sweetheart, kenneth, starting in her freshman year up to her graduation. he dumped her in the middle of the summer before they went to college, because he was going to get out of hatchetfield, and she had no interest in leaving.

she attended hatchetfield college for psychology, and in her freshman year there, she met bobby matthews, who was attending for history.

robert “bobby” matthews was the oldest of two, and had lost his mother when he was only five. he spent his whole life trying to learn more about her, which led to a passion in general for learning about the past. he attended sycamore high, and absolutely loved it there. he knew his school was considered lesser, but he loved it. he had no previous relationships before meeting nat, who he became quickly smitten with.

the two began dating a few months after meeting, agreeing to take things slow, since nat wasn’t completely over kenneth. however, when they started dating, she was swept off her feet by him quickly. they bonded over their love of learning and of hatchetfield. they were entranced with each other, the most annoying couple to be around when you were single. all their friends would laugh that they found their soulmate at orientation, you lucky bastards.

they moved in together their junior year, getting a small college apartment, and discussed the future. they wanted to spend their lives together, and they both knew it. bobby planned a big surprise with all nat’s friends, her parents, her siblings, everyone important to her, and had a big public grand gesture proposal on the hatchetfield beach. she said yes, of course.

they waited until after college graduation to get married, because they wanted their own house first. it being the 80s, they got one relatively easily as bobby got a steady salesman job in town. nat continued going to college. the two were the perfect stereotypical newlyweds, absolutely obsessed with each other. she was pregnant before their first anniversary passed.

eloise matthews was born only seven months later, early in her file very and setting a trend for life. she liked order, cleaning things up, being tidy. she was the “perfect” daughter, always getting straight a’s and never sneaking out. if she wanted alcohol, her parents would provide her so long as they knew she was safe, and everyone was happy. even as a baby, before she was in school, she’d help her mother with her homework.

she was only two when she got a little brother, paul. eloise was made to be a big sister, because she taught paul how to be orderly and tidy like she was, until they both liked structure just as much. paul was a simple kid, he liked trains as a toddler, history books as a child, and cooking as a teenager. he didn’t want for much, kept to his few friends, and hardly complained.

after paul was born, nat got a job teaching psychology at sycamore high. it was an elective class, and they also had her teach an english class, but she loved it. she adored the students there and sycamore, which (along with bobby’s love for it when he had attended) cemented to the couple that their kids would go there.

when paul was three, the youngest was born. christopher was different than his brother and sister, a little less organized and neat and tidy. he liked to follow his every whim, do whatever he wanted. chris was more adventurous than his older cautious siblings. he enjoyed the freedom his parents gave to him, was very chill. he played baseball in high school, had a good amount of friends, but wasn’t afraid to drop a friend for being shitty. once in high school, a friend said some fucked up shit about eloise’s appearance chris called him an asshole and threw him out of the house.

when eloise was fifteen, she met david lipschitz. he was not necessarily a bad boy, much more of a nerd. but the two found rebellion in each other, dating when his parents didn’t allow him to. his overbearing but loving parents were strict, so she was introduced as a friend that he was only allowed to hang out with at the library with a chaperone. (unfortunately for all of them, it was usually paul.)

when they were 18, david told his parents that he loved eloise, and he wanted to marry her. he asked their permission to date her, and they granted it. he gave her a promise ring, and they set their future plans high, applying for the same out-of-state college to leave hatchetfield and start a life together.

it came tumbling down when, just a month before graduation, eloise discovered she was pregnant. they got married over the summer and moved in with david’s parents. he was an only child, and both paul and chris still lived at him. all of both families worked together to raise money for the baby, and eloise and david both got standard boring jobs.

when they found out it was twins, david fainted. trevor lipschitz was born two hours before his brother, and he loved to act like that made him a big brother instead of a twin. the two were very different, with trevor being a cool theatre kid and richie being a nerd and a weeb, but they got along well.

the same year the twins were born, sycamore bussed paul and a bunch of other students over to hatchetfield high to see their production of brigadoon. paul was so uncomfortable the whole time, hating seeing people dance and sing. he realized how much he hates musicals, even if the lead was gorgeous. it was awesome for him when his nephew became a theatre kid.

richie had a lot of health problems, asthma, chronic joint pain, and hyperhydrosis. when he was 6, richie developed an ear infection and lost some of his hearing. the whole family learned sign language, and he knew how to read it, but his stiff joints made it hard for his hands to move quickly, so he never did it. he got diagnosed with autism at 7, and they looked into trevor not too long after to see if they shared it, but trevor had adhd.

when the boys were 14, they got a little sister. rachel was a lot like her mother, enjoying order and stability where her brothers were a little messier. she loved to read and did so constantly. anything that might happen to her, trevor and richie swore to protect her. she never told them that she could defend herself, liking that they wanted to look out for her.

paul went to hatchetfield college for technology, not because he was particularly interested in it, but because his best friend james was too. they became dorm mates, and by the end of freshman year the two had fought so badly over living conditions that they weren’t friends anymore. paul started dating a boy named wesley, who he was with for a few years. when wesley cheated on him, chris slashed three of his tires.

chris met amanda campbell his sophomore year of high school, and the two became best friends. she was considered family by the time they were in college, both going to hatchetfield. he went for architecture, and she went for art. the two insisted constantly that they had no romantic feelings for each other, but when mandy started dating some guy from one of her classes, chris would seethe. he said he just had a bad feeling about him, and his family was all kind enough not to point out that the feeling was jealousy.

the two ended up dating their senior year of college, and moving in together not long after. they waited it out as mandy finished school, becoming an elementary school art teacher, and chris started work at an architectural firm in clivesdale. he hated the commute, but it allowed him to do what he loved, and he was not moving to fucking clivesdale.

he proposed to mandy on her 25th birthday, and got married later the same year. they had the perfect story, high school best friends to lovers, slowburn. they had james “jimmy” matthews a year later, a rowdy little boy not unlike his father. he liked monster trucks, dinosaurs, and screaming. three years later, they had alexa. she was a sweet baby, liked laughing and giggling.

paul loved his family, but sometimes he felt a little lonely in it. his parents were perfectly in love and had been since they were 18. his sister and brother both found love in high school, and he was 30 years old, living with just his cat, working at a tech job he wasn’t passionate about, living for when he watched his nieces, nephews, and spiritual niece alice. all his friends he knew from work, and while his family never actively did anything to make him feel lonely, he was sometimes. he felt hopeless. after all, he couldn’t even give the beautiful barista at beanies his name, let alone ask her out.

(this is lore going up to tgwdlm, so it ends there but i want you guys to know that he takes emma’s name when they get married and name their son matt perkins, then their daughter is named addison jane, but everyone calls her aj.)

casting ideas: natalie “nat” thompson-matthews played by kim whalen, robert “bobby” matthews played by nick lang, eloise matthews-lipschitz played by jaime lyn beatty, david lipschitz played by curt mega, richard “richie” lipschitz, trevor lipschitz, and paul matthews-perkins all played by jon matteson, rachel lipschitz played by kendall nicole, christopher “chris” matthews played by jeff blim, amanda “mandy” campbell-matthews played by angela giarratana, and jimmy and alexa are like baby toddlers so i don’t have casts for them.

#i’m only slightly insane about them #i can’t help it i need the lore i crave it #paul matthews #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #bf #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nightmare time #starkid #hatchetfield #richie lipschitz #trevor lipschitz #trevor npmd #The Rambles

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