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Obsolete Stars

Last Update: 20th/April 2024

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Currently available: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 full

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Disclaimer: While I do have an outline, this is a first draft/proof of concept situation. There will be many errors and things like personality options, and further expansion of the world around you, will be expanded once the first draft is done. Thank you for understanding.

Intro

So let’s be real, we all read fanfiction that followed the prompt of “Help, my parents sold me off to [insert boy band/ celebrate crush/ tumblr sexy man of the week)!”, but unlike those fanfictions, you weren’t sold off to your hot crush. After a life in isolation, your father, the king, sells you off to marry the prince of another country. With nothing but two guards, you make your way to meet the dreaded fate of marriage. Along the way, you will make friends, learn the truth about your kingdom, and find yourself in positions much worse than a forced marriage. One can only pray for your survival.

In this game you will explore your kingdom and what happened to the magic realm. It will include sensitive topics, and possible explicit content in the future.

The game focuses on interpersonal relationships.

What else?

Play as Male, Female, Nonbinary (option to customize your pronouns, future trans options planned)

Date one (or more) of your 7 friends

Play as straight, queer, poly, mono, or just be aro or ace

Be a total ass to your spouse or just accept your fate

Have fun seeing your kingdom in ruins!

Get your friends killed

Get yourself killed

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Okay cool, but what about dating?

Tarek/Takischa (he/him; she/her) (Ftm/Mtf) (genderselectable)

Old and grumpy, TK is 15 years your senior and has been serving the palace your entire life. They are stoic and devoted to the crown, they take their job more than serious, sometimes they can even parental or possessive. Underneath their blank face, you know they care for you, and they always will.

They are 6′3 and have ashen honey hair, curly and cutting off just above their eyes. Pale green eyes set deep against their ivory skin. They hide almost all of their skin with layers of clothing.

(Great if you have parental issues.)

Samuel/Samira (he/him; she/her) (Ftm/Mtf) (genderselectable)

Young and curious, Sammy is just a year younger than yourself, they can be naive and easy trusting. They’re optimistic and want to impress you and all their friends. Sammy has a lot to learn, and they’re more than eager to do so. With enough care and time, Sammy will grow into a great protector.

Sammy is 5′9 with very short black hair. Against their warm beige skin tone, their monolidded eyes are a deep reddish brown. They wear simple robust clothes.

Sammy is ace and sex neutral.

(Great if you don’t enjoy angst)

Alia (she/they) (afab)

A quiet person, she keeps to herself, but always stays polite, she is a shrine maiden and TKs friend. She is a peacemaker at heart, and tries to deescalate every situation. She would be considered one of the strongest magic users, if she would ever use it. She is about six years your senior.

Alia is 5′3 and has bronze hair that is cut into a short wolf hairstyle. Blue eyes against satin freckled skin. She wears a lavender dress, with white clothing to cover her arm.

Alia is ace and sex repulsed.

(Great if you like slow burn)

Sascha (He/they) (Ftm)

He is about ten years older, but that can be quickly forgotten by how charming, egotistical and even cowardly he can act. He is not only a danger to you and your friends, but themselves too. He pulls danger from beyond your understanding into your orbit. He is a teasing smart ass that isn’t above blackmailing or hurting anyone. Not to forget that he committed the highest crime there is, stealing a magic companions.

They are 6′1 and have long grey-white hair that falls to his hips. He has very pale skin and ice blue eyes. He wears high quality clothes, and a golden jacket that fades into a deep red.

Sascha is ace and sex positive.

(Great test of your patience.)

Kate (she/her) (Mtf)

Just a few years older than you, she is noble and a healer, she is a loud and loving personality. With teasing smile, she cares deeply about everyone’s well-being, but will never be above calling anyone out.

She is 6′0, her chocolate goddess locs fall beneath her shoulders, the curls fading into a pink color. Dark deep brown eyes against warm yet ashen honey skin tone. She wears pink toned dresses and many accessories.

(Great if you like women.)

Mikhail (he/they) (amab)

The prince of Riag, your spouse, and the second general. His easy going and considerate personality makes it hard to grasp, that he is celebrated by his own soldiers and nobles of his country, deeply feared by anyone outside his country. A war criminal for his country. Beloved warrior, lover of war. He is only a few years your senior.

Mikail is 5′7 and their dark brown hair would fall to his shoulders, if it wasn’t pulled back into a ponytail. The tips of his hair fading into an earthy, almost blueish green tone, matching his eyes against his cool olive skin tone. He wears short clothing due to the heat in Riag and the many training sessions they have daily.

(Great if you believe everyone deserves a second chance.)

Gigi (she/her) (afab)

She promised Judgement Day.

Gigi is 5′6 and with ash blonde hair curling around her soft face frame, cutting off just below her ears, and light brown, almost hazel eyes. She wears primarily black with orange accessories.

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Fooooor the recent writer's questions:

6 (AD&VD), 12 but both for smut and general, 18 (SbS), 26, 34, 50!

6. What’s one fact about the universe of A Dark & Verdant Door that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

I didn’t really get a chance to explore Yaz’s world beyond Sheffield, or the world the Warden is from, since those were beyond the scope of that story. Things that would be fun to think about/write about would be the politics of Yaz’s world, what was up with her early military training, maybe some sort of new conflict arising from the history that I threw hints at with the ruins around the town. And the Warden, well there’s not much DW canon to draw from on the Doctor’s place of origin, so that would just be me pulling a world of shapeshifters out of a hat and making up a bunch of stuff about it. Which sounds FUN.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? (smut and general)

For a DW-specific general trope, I’d say I’ve never really liked fobwatch fics, and yet I find myself playing with the concept in something I’m working on currently. (Sort-of. Because it’s also an AU. And very hard to describe.)

Smut-wise, hm, that’s actually a difficult question, I tend to stay not-interested in the few things I’m not interested in… I’ll say roleplay scenarios in general might be growing on me a bit.

18. If you wrote a sequel to Star by Star, what would it involve?

Oh you got me with this one, because I have a pretty robust outline just sitting here in my google docs folder… It involves the growing conflict between the Alliance and Gallifrey, money problems, more of Theo’s secrets, and an increasingly complicated quest gallivanting across the galaxies to find Theo a new cybernetic heart.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

If I had to choose, I’d go with no dialogue, because you can pry action and description from my cold, dead hands! I think I could still get my point across writing something like that. Hmm… that one’s going into the “concepts that interest me” file…

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Any time you find me waxing poetic about art or throwing art-related terms into a story, that’s because of my background in fine arts. The way plants creep into every story is mostly cause I think they’re neat, but also because of childhood summers spent building forts out of branches and my current obsession with gardening. Other weird ideas come from reading approximately 1 zillion books and mixing and matching bits and pieces of them with stuff I’m interested in!

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

I’ll answer "49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!"

One of the many projects I've been juggling lately is an western-fantasy AU that I’m going to have a hell of a time tagging if I ever get it done. I’ll throw in a little bit to try and get the vibes across:

“I know what you are.”

Does she, now? How can that be possible?

Deep shadows under Grace’s eyes betray her exhaustion, but her gaze is pointed, dangerous. “I should have seen it last night. But the Oncoming Storm only appears under the light of the full moon. Why are you still here?”

She’s sharp; not that Yaz isn’t, but Yaz is young. Not experienced in the way Grace is.

“I don’t know,” they say. “I seem to be stuck.”

Grace paces to the end of the porch, boots thumping against the boards. She leans on the rail and looks out over the street. “I’m sorry.” She glances back, then to the street again. Rain dampens her shirtsleeves, droplets hang in the threads of her poncho. “I think we might have tethered you here, somehow, when we summoned you.”

Thanks for the asks!

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I watch a lot of content about writing, and I read a lot about writing (in spite of how I may come across on this website) and I would like to make a submission to the World Writing Advice canon if it be accepted by the tumblrfolk: A lot of what people say to new writers is not helpful to some neurodivergent people.

Do I think people are doing this on purpose? No. That's silly. People are just sharing the advice that has helped them, and it's hard to give advice to people whose thought processes are totally different from yours. But does that make this kind of bad advice any less harmful to the people who it doesn't help? It does not.

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Then, I had an idea for a play that was simple enough that I could just remember what the scenes where going to be about and the order they were going to go in. I started writing without making so much as a mark in my notebook, and I was finished with the first draft in two weeks. I never felt lost, I always knew what I was writing next, it just worked. Why? I had done it all wrong.

The answer was that the advice of strict outlining was not good advice for me and my chaotic brain. Am I saying that you, neurodivergent author who is reading this, should stop outlining? No, that's not what this is about. Like the playwright I am, I have hidden my actual thesis halfway through the post: Never take someone else's advice at face value.

Let's look at another example: Ray Bradbury wrote every single day of his life. This is what made him a great writer, that's what I've been told. If you read any kind of published works on writing, that's likely the most consistent advice you'll ever see. Just work on writing every day. Once again, this is not the problem. Writing often and having your work evaluated by others is an important step in the process of growing as an artist. The problem is with the natural interpretation of that advice: Write stories every day.

Why would this be a problem? If you, like me, have the habit developing capabilities of an unstable atom of Americium 241, then you will inevitably end up missing a day or thirty of working on your projects. For me, this caused a lot of guilt. I would get into a loop of thinking that I could never be a great writer let alone a good writer if I wasn't constantly working on new plays or short stories or whatever.

Then, I took a job writing blog posts for a weird little startup (let's not talk about that.) Suddenly I was writing every day for work and feeling more and more comfortable at the keyboard. This gave me the confidence to start working on the projects that I wanted to work on, even if I couldn't do it every day because I was tired from work. I learned that it didn't matter what I wrote every day, I just had to be something. This allowed me to lower my expectations to a more realistic place in a way that has allowed me to develop a fairly robust suite of places to practice my writing skills even if I can't tell a story every day. I write fanfictions. I write speeches for my D&D characters. I write little poems. I send a text to my friend. I post on this very website (shocking, I know.) That's all writing! And when I have the energy, I can work on my plays.

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prelovednikaidou · 3 years

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 3 years

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Instant Karma

Another fic. A female Yuu, the same as my previous ones, cannot keep her hands to herself, and pays dearly. Told in the second person. Please let me know if you liked it, I thrive with compliments.

Content warnings: sexual harassment, neck trauma, misunderstandings, and getting wildly, wildly horny at the end.

~*~*~*~

"Sorry this is taking so long."

"Take all the time you need, babe."

Idia only paused a moment before going back to work. Something or other had blown a wire under his desk, and he'd been under there fiddling with the electronics for about as long as you'd been there. You hadn't blinked in five minutes, and weren't planning to any time soon. Today, fate had been kind to you, and presented an arresting visual tableau.

"Why'd this have to happen when the new chapter came out? I wanted to show you-" He yelped at something falling, and continued, grumbling too low to make out.

"Hey, I can wait. Keep on keeping on." You'd pulled up a chair just behind him, your head balanced on one hand, keeping your jaw up.

At least Grimm wasn't here. He wouldn't be able to shut up about how long you'd been staring at Idia's ass.

It certainly wasn't perfect. It was as bony as the rest of him, and you'd probably go snowblind at the sight of it uncovered. But, it was attached to the rest of the boy you, if not loved, at least profoundly lusted over, so of course you'd keep a close eye as he shifted around and occasionally hitched up his waistband. Hell, it was close enough to touch.

And that's when the devil in you got the worst idea of your life.

You looked to you hand, and to the prize, and back again as the smile split your face. Truly, a dreadful idea. He might simply break in half, and what would you do with him then? But you'd already drawn your hand back - and slapped him clean across his rear.

He yelped, and jumped up so hard he cracked his head on the bottom of his desk. Your own hand stung, but you couldn't stop laughing; joyful, wheezy laughter that got a hell of a lot wheezier when you got bodied clean across the room.

Oh yeah. Ortho.

"Hey buddy..." He had you pinned against the wall with one of his little hands around your throat, the other telescoping out into some sort of beam weapon. You couldn't really focus properly, the grip on your neck painfully tight and cutting off your air. "S'up?"

"Why did you hit my brother?" Oh, shit. "You shouldn't hit anyone! But especially not him!" You couldn't get any purchase with your feet as they scrabbled beneath you, and even with both hands trying to remove his own from around your neck, it just kept pressing, pressing, pressing as his arm cannon whirred and glowed into a full charge. "You hurt him."

You really would have liked to make an excuse, but you were getting awfully grey around the edges, and the only sound you could make was a gck-gck-gck as it occured to you that you were about to die at the hands of an overprotective little boy robot because you didn't have the good sense to keep your hands to yourself. Do they have Darwin Awards here? You're about to earn the top prize.

A long-fingered hand with discoloured nails set itself on Ortho's shoulder. "Ortho, stop."

Without a word, he dropped you, and stepped back as you coughed and struggled to your feet. He was still glaring at you as you stumbled towards the door, Idia behind him as he looked between you both.

You only made it partway down the hallway before you collapsed to the floor, shuddering with fear and adrenaline.

~*~*~*~

"Yuu?"

You rolled towards the voice, seeing a familiar tablet hovering over you.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Instant karma's a right bitch, in'it?" You still managed to laugh, even if it hurt like a bitch and sounded like you'd gargled whiskey and cigarettes. "You alright? Wanna come get some revenge?"

"Ortho won't let me out."

"She hit you!"

"I did. I'm sorry."

"If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place!"

"I shouldn't have done it." You sat up, taking deep, even breaths to slow the shudders racing though you. "Shitty thing to do, especially with no warning."

"Don't come back!"

"Ortho, she forgot her shoes, she has to come back."

In response, a door down the hall opened, and your shoes were pitched so far past you down the hall that they hit the far end and dropped to the floor, before the door closed with a loud bang and the clanging of locks.

"I'm sorry, guys. Both of you. See you later, maybe?" And with that, you left the tablet behind and slouched towards your shoes.

~*~*~*~

There was a knock upon your door, and a familiar person beyond it.

"Th'fuck're you doing here?" you stepped to one side to let him over the threshold, stifling a cough. "Skipping class today?"

"I wanted to check on you before Board Game Club, and Ortho's too busy right now to stop me." Idia peered down at you, wringing his hands. "Why are you skipping class?"

"Had a few with Mal today." Idia blanched, an impressive feat when his skin was so pale as to read almost blue. "Yeah, I don't want him after him either. But I'm good." And you were, really. Your neck was bruised all to shit, and it hurt when you breathed, but honestly, it had hurt to breathe at times ever since Eliza nearly macked you to death, and it was very easy to ignore. "You don't have to stay, especially when I scared you half to death just because I thought it was funny at the time."

He made a sound you couldn't identify, and closed the door. You shrugged. "Suit yourself, but you'll need to replace any windows he breaks coming in to check on you." Which was pointless considering the general state of Ramshackle Dorm, but the nights were growing cold, and even with your ghostly roommates agreeing to keep the fires on through the night, you'd need all the help you could get. You settled on one of the wounded couches to resume your novel, and he settled in beside you, leaning in.

"Uh."

He tugged down your collar, laying two fingers across the bruise that clearly outlined a mechanical thumb. "Does it hurt here?"

"Some. Not badly."

He pressed down. "Now?"

"More than before."

He repeated this at several places before he was satisfied that his overzealous brother hadn't caused you lasting damage.

"I'm so sorry, Yuu."

"No, I am. You have nothing to be sorry for." You turned to face him, his face still close. "That was fucked up of me to do, you don't touch anyone like that unless you get permission... Earth to Shroud?" You snapped you fingers by his ear, but he was staring at your neck, deep in thought.

That was when he lunged, and put his mouth on you.

You didn't have anywhere to go, and really, once he started, you didn't want to go anywhere. The ache of your throat turned to a sweet fire from the touch of his lips, his tongue, his teeth - at the first nip at your pulse that dragged down to your collar, you wound your hand through his hair and told him, in between wheezing gasps, "don't you stop, don't you dare fucking stop."

(And there was hair, too. You could feel it under the fire that crept and wound between your fingers, thick and with a soft curl to it, surprisingly robust considering the wan, turbuculitic quality of the rest of him.)

Unfortunately, he pressed you away into the couch as you wound around him, extracting himself from your grasp as he wiped your blood - at the sight, you made a sound that made you both blush - from his mouth.

"Oh no you don't, get back here -" He was already heading for the door, and your knees were too weak to hold you. "Get back here and finish what you fucking started! You prick! You asshole!"

He looked at you from the door. His lips swollen and purple, his face covered with a sweet red flush, and it physically ached to see him like that and not within distance of hand or mouth. But Idia smiled at you with a grin that twisted his face into something grotesque and malicious, and she shook his head and left without a word.

"Oh, wow." You whipped your head around, and Grimm was looking at you. God knows how much of that he'd seen, you certainly hadn't been giving him any thought. "You can't even see the handprint anymore."

You screamed in pure, blue-balled fury and threw your novel at him.

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teenyfish · 4 years

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Marine Biology Story of the Day #14

So…it’s been a while.

I don’t know if anyone else is dealing with crippling anxiety, but I sure am right now. It’s just one of the joys of being a liberal scientist living deep in a rural red state. You literally can’t escape the Trump Fuckers down here, it’s everywhere you look. Hell, I can’t even sit in my living room without seeing our neighbors dumb flag flying on their flag pole or be forced to watch one of these weird boat parades that have been popping up everywhere lately.

I’m tired. I’m scared. But I’m also 100% over this shit.

So, instead, I’m trying to pour myself into my work. And I want to put quality content on this blog, and I’ve just been procrastinating on it for weeks because I want whatever I write, whatever I tell you about to be good enough for the reblogs, but tbh, that’s not the point of this. The point of this is teach people about the scientific process and how REAL research is done. It’s a ton of work, it’s usually monotonous, and there’s a lot of writing and editing involved.

That being said, I officially, after 3+ years of work, have my first manuscript accepted into a peer reviewed journal.

If you had asked me 4 years ago if I had thought I would ever be published. I would have said no. And that is because the place I was working for chipped away at my confidence so completely that I thought I wasn’t worthy of working in this field. Academia be like that sometimes.

But now I’ve started working for Texas Parks and Wildlife, which in most ways has been a dream (minus living in small town nowhere America, see complaints above). The organization is actually really awesome to work for and I have so much more leeway when it comes to designing my own projects and working on things that I actually WANT to work on. Not to mention, my boss is awesome and is super supportive.

So today, I think I’ll talk about a study that I just wrapped up lab and field work for in September. I’m currently working on the data analysis at the moment.

SOOOO TPWD developed a huge stock enhancement program back in the 1980’s when they noticed that the population of a popular game fish, red drum, was on the decline. Stock enhancement basically means they breed adult wild red drum, they allow the eggs to hatch and rear the larval fish to a size deemed big enough that they can release them into Texas estuaries to help bolster the population. Red drum stocks have actually improved since this this hatchery program was implemented.

Red drum are gorgeous charismatic predators, and they get the drum name from the sound they use to communicate. Check out the sound here.

Part of my job is to figure out how to make the hatchery program better through wet lab experimentation. Basically, the questions I try to answer are: How do we grow these fish faster, with least amount of mortality, and with the best, robust fish?

So, when I first got here, I found two issues with our red drum hatchery program. 1) Fingerlings (very young juvenile fish) are released at a very small size of 35 mm. INTO THE WILD. Now, the size of a fish is very directly tied to their mortality…larger fish experience less predation and have better metabolisms to deal with temperature and salinity changes, which leads us to the second problem 2) The hatchery program releases red drum at times opposite of when these juvenile fish would actually be present in the wild. Red drum spawn offshore in early winter, and the baby fish move into bays Dec-Mar…but we release OUR hatchery fingerlings Mar-Nov. The reason for this is because we don’t want the hatchery fish to compete with wild red drum, which makes sense, but we are introducing these fish to a wide range of temperatures and salinities. As you know, Texas is hot as fuck in the summer and salinity in some bay systems is classified as hypersaline lagoons, which is almost like pure brine (this is due to hot temps evaporating water from the bays and leaving salt behind).

Now fish, as “cold blooded” animals, don’t make their own heat, so their metabolism is controlled by environmental temperatures. All fish have an optimal temperature for growth, in which their growth rate is the highest, and then their growth and metabolism starts to decline toward their critical thermal maximum (CTM) in which their metabolism just starts shutting down and they die. This is why temperature is so important in fish biology, and larger fish typically have higher CTMs an therefore better survival.

(an example of how metabolism is impacted by temp. In this case, optimal temp is around 20 degrees Celsius, and CTM is around 23-25 degrees Celsius)

So how did I test this? Well, I chose body size and “Season” as my two variables—I chose Spring (May), Summer (August), and Autumn (November) to see how the temperature and salinity of our local bay system would impact fish growth. And, within each season, I tested both a small size class (35 mm and under) and a large size class (36 mm and over) to see how initial body size upon release would impact the fishes’ growth.

(diff b/w two size classes)

I ran these trials in my wet lab with sea water pumped in from our coastal bay system and I would adjust temperature daily to reflect the water temperatures recorded from the bay. I would receive hatchery fish that were ready for “release”, tag them, measure and weigh them, and then release them into their experimental tanks (if you want to learn more about how I tagged them, check out this post). I had one tank with small fish, and one tank with larger fish, because if they were mixed it’s likely that the big fish would cannibalize the smaller fish. The fish lived in these faux habitats for 21 days, and I would remove mortalities (dead fish) daily. They were fed 10% of their body weight to keep up with the estimated 0.1 g/day growth rate described in the literature.

At the end of each study, I removed all fish, measured and weighed them again, and read their tags. Once I knew what fish they were, I could match them up with their start weights and get an idea of their growth rate over the 21 days.

So, the data analysis is still a work in progress, and I’m going to run some more complex models, but here are some of my preliminary results.

First, here is our survival of fish for each trial. Like I said, fish did die before the end of the trial (young fish tend to do that), and this graph basically shows that overall, the larger size class had much better survival than small, especially during warmer months.

This figure basically shows the CHANGE in length (x axis) vs the CHANGE in weight (y axis) of the smaller size class (above) and the larger size class (below). I’ve scaled the figures so the axis have the exact same scale. The colors/shapes of the dots represent the “Season” of the trial (Autumn, Spring, or Summer). You can see that the large size classes had a much greater change in growth across all trials, and had the greatest growth during summer.

So this is just the beginning of data analysis, I want to do a more in depth look at temperature, size, and salinity in statistical modeling, but this is kind of the preliminary lay out of the data. Basically what I think this data is telling me is that we need to release fish at larger initial release sizes, because they have much better survival and growth compared to fish with smaller initial release sizes.

And the whole goal of the hatchery program is to make sure our fish survive in the wild.

If you want to take a peep at my accepted journal article, I’ll make sure to post a link when the article actually comes out online. The journal I submitted to (Marine and Coastal Fisheries) is an open access journal so everybody should be able to read it FO FREE. Next post I will be outlining another hatchery program study that I am excited to be working on in the near future (hint, it’s gonna involve flounder metamorphosis, which is a real bizarre process).

As always, if you have any questions, feel free to comment or contact me!

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loganeaves733-blog · 5 years

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Ekxo Square by William Israel Bethel

I found myself attracted to the walls, floors, and windows that glistened around me when I touched down in Ekxo Square. It was no wonder why it was nicknamed “The City of Essence.” Every aspect of matter had a subtle radiance to it like the twinkling stars of the cosmos. People who’ve visited this place said it was undoubtedly the most unusual experience they’ve ever had. There was no place on Earth like Ekxo Square. It attracted people from all over the world to witness the phenomena: portals that bridged alternate universes. While I waited for my luggage at baggage claim, I got my first dose of the mysteries that were embedded in this city when a portal spawned. It felt like the world froze as everyone gazed at the spontaneous shimmer of light that emerged into reality, stretching and formulating into a parallelogram-shaped screen. I stood back as the light strobed. The portal emitted no sound as the center of it disintegrated, leaving only an outline of the shape in the middle of the baggage claim. The portal appeared mirror-like. My eyes glanced at all the faces around me; some remained with no reaction and others sat with their mouths agape. Other onlookers walked away while others kept on spectating. A bold few even moved closer to see if what was happening was actually real.

A woman took a camera out of her bag and snapped a picture of her reflection in the portal. She stepped closer until she was directly in front of it. She waved at herself, made faces, and jumped up and down. Then the edges of the portal ignited like a flare. The woman retreated with the other onlookers, bracing for the unexpected. We all watched the portal tilt until it was on a horizontal axis. A pair of socks dropped out of it, then a toothbrush fell out next. The portal hovered towards the ceiling and expanded. Eyes watched cautiously. Suddenly, luggage and clothes spilled out, crashing onto the floor. Everything from toothpaste, lotions, colognes, perfumes, snacks, condoms, cigarettes, diapers, baby powder, medications littered the middle of the baggage claim. Things fell from the portal for a couple minutes before it vanished with no sign that it ever existed.

It looked like a tornado ripped through the room. Myself, along with others, rummaged through the pile in search of our belongings. I found my luggage buried underneath several piles of suitcases. Some of my clothes hung out of it but a lot them were missing. I stuffed what I had left into my carry-on bag and went downstairs to catch a cab. Perplexed by the occurrence back at the baggage claim, it slipped my mind that I was supposed to call my friend Rina. I decided to call her when I got to where I would be staying. When we reached the city, the cab dropped me off on the corner of Durby and Beltonvue, just twenty minutes outside of downtown, and only a ten-minute walk from Essence Park.

I walked the strip that led to my hotel. The sky was clear of any clouds, but parts of it would periodically ripple and morph into a reflective state, just like the portal I saw back at the airport. It mirrored the city below. Shiny, glass and chrome high-rises stretched across downtown. I witnessed as two of the colossal buildings changed to a goldish hue. Above, the sky had made a portal, casting a sheet of golden light over them. This wasn’t like anything I had ever seen in my lifetime, but most people on the strip went about, unfazed by the single spectrum that I gawked at. Halfway through the strip, I arrived at a hotel called Rouge Comforts.

I walked up the stoop and pressed a buzzer. A voice from the intercom on the wall asked for my name. Once I identified myself, a latch clicked from the door. I entered the lobby. A French woman in a velvet scarf greeted me. She said, “Hello William, I’m Ms. Donna Rouge and welcome to my hotel. I’m glad you will be staying here, you’re bound to have a relaxing visit.” Ms. Rouge was quite nice. She showed me to my room on the top floor. It was cozy. A single queen-sized bed rested against the wall with a nightstand next to it. On top of the dresser was a small fridge and a microwave. A small table with two chairs sat in front of the window that had a view of the strip.

Ms. Rouge said, “There’s an extra blanket in the closet, along with towels and a pair of house slippers. Hot breakfast is from seven to nine and lunch is at two. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to give me a ring.” Ms. Rouge handed me the key to my room and went back downstairs. I settled in and looked through the clothes I had left over. My favorite pair of jeans were still good and I had some sweat pants that I could relax in. I also still had a few T-shirts and what I was wearing. I jumped in the shower and freshened up since I still had an hour until lunch. I walked over to my bed and sat down. It was comfortable and had just the kind of firmness I looked for in a good mattress. I laid back and rested my eyes until it was time for lunch.

Downstairs, in the dining area, a table sat in the middle of the room with trays of food, silverware, plates, and drinks. There was steamed broccoli, beef stew, white rice, salad, and bread rolls. I hadn’t eaten since before I left for my flight, so I loaded up my plate and went to town as soon as I sat down. A robust collection of flavors soared through my taste buds. The rice was cooked to perfection and the beef was succulent. I sliced my bread in half and spread some butter onto it. When I bit into the bread, it melted on my tongue like warm sugar. I don’t know who Ms. Rouge got to cook the food but they outdid themselves and I was greatly satisfied to eat something that tasted like a home cooked meal. Lunch hit the spot. As much as my body wanted to get back in the bed after eating, I fought it off and gave Rina a call.

Rina was just getting out of a dance class when I spoke to her. We agreed to me up later that evening around eight o’clock. I caught a cab to a bar called Tiick Tockk on 32nd ST. Clocks in a variety of sizes and designs hung on the walls and from the ceiling. There were so many clocks, that a ticking sound melodied underneath the music playing in the bar. I spotted Rina sitting in a booth. She was fair skinned and had her auburn colored, curly hair tied in a bun. When she spotted me walking towards the table, she shot out of the booth and gave me a warm hug. Rina was my best friend and I was in love with her, but she didn’t know that. We met at a swim camp when we were teenagers and been close ever since.

She said, “I’m glad you finally made it out here. What do you think about what you’ve seen so far?”

I said, “Rina where am I? Because I still can’t believe half of the things I’ve seen already. One moment I’m waiting on my bag to come off the plane and the next moment this mirror just appears out of thin air. It threw up my stuff and everybody else’s all over the floor. I have to get a whole new suitcase now.”

Rina chuckled and said, “It’s not uncommon that portals pop up in public places. They’re unpredictable. You’re lucky you just lost a suitcase. It could have been worse.” “How do people live here with something as strange as this going on?” She said,“Because there’s more beauty in the unknown than what meets the eye. Growing up here gives you something you’ll never be able to get anywhere else. It tests your mind. You ask yourself things like, “What’s on the other side of this physical realm we walk on?” I said, “Do you ever know what’s going to come out of the portals?”

She said, “No. Sometimes nothing comes out and they just stay until they vanish.” “Can you see through them?” She said, “All you can see is a reflection of this world when they manifest. Theirs accounts of people going through portals but they were never heard of again. You have to walk with a heightened sense of awareness here because theirs even been cases of people accidently walking through portals because they weren’t paying attention, so they disappeared.”

I said, “Why don’t they just send a camera into one or something?” “Come on, you don’t think they’ve tried that? I read an article a week ago about one of the research bases that studied the portals was shutting down. They’re running out of money because every piece of equipment they’ve sent into the portals either became disrupted or destroyed seconds after entering. The president of the base said they will no longer, quote on quote, “throw money away into thin air.” I just shook my head and said, “That’s the odd thing, it just popped up. There was no warning or bell, or alarm, it just showed up, did its thing, and vanished.” She assured that what I had saw was very real.

Rina knew a lot about the portals but she didn’t let their mysterious nature clog her conscious. I was still trying to wrap my mind around all of it. I said, “What about the marathon? Are there going to be any portals that interfere with it?” She took a sip of her drink, and with a smile on her face said, “Anything is possible but you should stop worrying about it so much. Whatever happens is meant to happen, until then, enjoy the greatest city in the world. Live it up, you’re in Ekxo Square. Its already introduced itself to you at the airport, now it wants you to enjoy all of its unique spectacles that it’s known for.” That’s one thing I admired about Rina, she never stressed over things that she knew she had no control over, even if it meant vanishing into something you could easily miss. We had a couple more drinks before we took a stroll through downtown.

At night, Ekxo Square was very lively. Meteor showers raced across the sky, buildings pulsated and strobed like neon, portals of various shapes and sizes dashed through the air into other portals, and glaring beams of light would briefly illuminate the sky like lightning. The atmosphere made me feel like I was at the climax of a fireworks show. On the corner, a duo played djembes. People danced to the pumping rhythms. Rina grooved her way to the center of the small gathering and began to shake her hips. She rolled her neck and wrists as she vogued. Rina snatched the spotlight as people cheered her on. She glanced at me and waved for me to come and dance with her. I dipped through the crowd and danced with Rina.

Our hips moved in sync as we grinded and two stepped. Another couple joined the center of the circle and showed off their flavorful salsa skills. Things heated up as Rina and I found

ourselves in the middle of a dance battle. I shuffled across the sidewalk with some prime footwork. The crowd cheered and clapped their hands. Rina followed with a rapid flare of pirouettes, then dived back onto the pavement into a death drop. The crowd erupted. Our spontaneous competition busted out a series of complex twists, turns, and dips that made my head spin. The guy threw his counterpart over his head and caught her with one had. Then he let go as she dropped, cradling her by her waist and leg before she could hit the ground, which allowed her to finish the routine in a phenomenal pose.

Residents in the surrounding buildings spectated from their windows and balconies, cheering as he helped his partner to her feet. Impressed by each other’s talents, we shook hands and hugged in good spirits. At the end of the night, I walked Rina to her place. To save some money, I decided to take in the immaculate scenery that Ekxo Square had to offer as I walked back to the hotel. When I was buzzed in, I found my Ms. Rouge sitting in the lobby working on a crossword puzzle.

I tried to remain quiet while I walked to the elevator but she called me over to sit with her. She said, “How did you enjoy your first night out in the town?” I told her that it was an eventful evening. Ms. Rouge closed her crossword puzzle and leaned forward. “This is a spectacular place, but you must be careful. There’s something that’s going to happen and you must take care of yourself at all cost.” I sat puzzled, unclear of what she was getting at.

I said, “Could you elaborate? What’s going to happen?” She sat quietly for a moment before saying “I’ve lived here my whole life and have seen Ekxo Square change over the years.” She told me about how the portals showed up spontaneously, and how all the other antics that went on with them wasn’t as bad back when she was younger. It was just a rare phenomenon that only a few people witnessed, but overtime, portals started to occur more. She recalled taking the train one morning on her way back from visiting her family, that she looked out the window and saw a portion of the forest missing. As the train turned through the valley, she could see the reflection of the train and the forest, and realized a portal had formed in the midst of the trees.

Ms. Rouge went on tell me that she didn’t have a timetable on what was allegedly going to happen but she reminded me to keep a watchful eye when venturing around the city. I went back to my room with Ms. Rouge’s words on my mind. I sat by the window looking up at the sky. Then the most remarkable thing happened. I left my room and headed outside. I stood on the stoop and gazed up at the portals that were flaring up. They burned in different colors, then merged together, casting a reflection over the entire sky. The mass phenomena stretched miles over the city. Everyone on the strip stared up at the sky watching tiny versions of themselves above. Seconds later, the reflection in the sky turned hazy, and faded away, returning the sky back to normal. I returned to my room and got some rest.

Rina and I grabbed breakfast the following morning at a place called Wake-Up Cafe. I had a breakfast melt with some orange juice and she had Eggs Benedict. Over our meal, I asked her if she had seen the portal in the sky last night. At that time, she was already asleep but she mentioned that it was the first thing she heard about when she woke up because it went viral hours after. The spectacle from last night was the biggest to occur in the metropolitan area of

Ekxo Square. I also told her about the strange conversation I had with Ms. Rouge and the prophecy she declared to me.

Rina said, “That’s nonsense. Remember what I said the other night that if anything happens, then it’s meant to? Meteorologist predict when it’s going to rain but they can’t tell you when and where the next portal is going to pop up, so I wouldn’t even listen to anything she has to say. How would she know anyway?”

I said, “What if she knows what she’s talking about Rina? You didn’t see how she looked at me.” Rina zoned out, eyes stuck to my plate.

“What?” I uttered. She pointed and said, “You going to eat that toast?” I said, “Nah, take it.” She bit into the dry, crumby bread. “You don’t want any butter or anything? I have some jelly right here.” Rina shook her head and went on munching. All I could do was laugh. Eating dry toast was Rina in a nutshell. Random, spontaneous, plain, exciting, all in one person. I said, “How could you eat plain toast?” She said, “Well it’s edible, there’s nutritional value, I like bread.” She shrugged. I said, “Valid point.” We both started laughing. Rina looked at me seductively and bit off a corner of the toast. She was so silly but I admired everything about her. We paid our bills when we finished eating and went to the shore.

Ekxo Square’s shore was a unique spot, not only for its scenic quality, but for the landmark that erected from the middle of the ocean, a 118-foot concrete tusk that was partially eroded at its base. I put some money in the tower viewer to get a closer look at the piece. Rina and I rented a tandem bike and rode down to the carnival at the end of the pier. A carny waved a flag, attracting people to an apple bobbing stand. Rina ran over and paid a couple dollars. “You up for a little friendly competition?” said Rina. I accepted her challenge and watched her go first. The carny set the timer for one minute. Rina dunked her head into the plastic tub and bobbed for the apples. She came up with four and bragged about it. I stepped up to the other tub and prepared myself. She winked at me and said, “Good luck!” “Winners don’t need luck.”, I said jokingly. The carny started the timer and I started fishing for the apples. I came up with six and gloated right back to her. The carny gave me the choice to pick a prize off the wall behind him. I took an Ekxo Square T-shirt. Rina was a good sport and congratulated me. Once it started to get late, we sat on the beach and watched the waves. In the midst of the ocean, a portal illuminated a few feet in front of us. We watched our reflection.

Rina got up and approached it. She looked at me in the reflection and told me to come over. Reluctant, I made my way over and stood next to her. I wrapped my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder. I looked at her eyes in the reflection. I kissed her on her forehead. She said, “I still think about the day we first met. No one ever stood up for me like the way you did.” I said, “I know what it feels like to be bullied. It sucks, you know?” She said, “It’s sad how people pick at you, judge you, and bring you down without knowing a single thing about you, just hurt you because you look different from how they look.” “Kids can be cruel.” I said.

“You weren’t though. Thank you for being nice to me.” said Rina. Suddenly, the edges of the portal ignited blue and widened. We stood back as we watched the portal morph into a spherical shape, drifting upward above the shore. The spherical portal rippled and burst into a down pour of precipitation, drenching us. We spent the rest of our time on the shore and watched the sunset before heading back into the city.

Runners waited in line outside the entrance of Essence Park to pick up their numbers for the marathon. I stood by the lake stretching and getting focused for the distance that awaited me. Rina picked up her number and headed over to the starting line. Other runners did the same in bunches. I wished Rina good luck before the race started. “I’ll see you at the finish line.” I said once Rina glanced at me. “See you when you get there.” she said with a smile.

The announcer spoke over the microphone, instructing all the runners to move to the starting line. I shortly found myself surrounded by a swarm of runners, all keeping their bodies loose. I kicked my legs around, rolled my neck and shook out my hands. The nerves settled a bit but I was ready to get the show on the road. I took one last look at Rina, and gave her a thumbs- up. The moment finally arrived. “Alright everyone, take your positions. On your mark…get set…POW!” At the sound of gun, everyone took off like the running of the bulls in Spain. I jogged with a steady pace, one foot in front of the other, eyes glued to the back of the heads in front of me. Running long distances was therapeutic in a way. It was a way for me to meditate. I took control of my breathing and pushed my way pass other runners. And when it got tough, I brought my mind to other things to keep me motivated, like my best friend, who was a few strides behind me.

Just pass the six-mile mark, a portal emerged in the sky. The path fed into a grove which gave some much needed shade for a mile. At the end of the stretch of oak trees, the portal had grown, covering a quarter of the park, and steadily expanded towards downtown. It was similar to the massive portal that grew over the city last night. The conversation I had with Ms. Rouge creeped into my thoughts. I looked back and Rina had fallen behind in the now scattered pool of runners. Those who had slowed down started to trickle away from the head of the pack. At the checkpoint up ahead volunteers handed out water. A guy in a “THE GAME” shirt handed me a cone-shaped cup of water. I discarded my cup in the designated garbage can. Another portal swallowed another region of the sky as it generated over the other end of the park. It grew like cells before it finally merged with the portal that was covering downtown. Concerned I stopped running and waited for Rina to catch up. A few minutes later, she showed up to the water stand, gulping down her cone-shaped cup in a swig. She jogged past me and said, “Tired already?” I matched her pace and said, “Do you see the sky?” She looked at it with no serious reaction to follow and said, “I see it, focus on the race. Come on.” As much as I was on the verge of losing my cool, I tried to keep my mind centered on my breathing. After all, the portal in the sky last night was huge but it disappeared soon after. When I glanced at the sky, I could see the surface looking down on me. Every traffic light, airplane, bird, building, and civilian within a 12-mile radius was mirrored above. Rina looked up and said, “How much you wanna bet I could spot us up there?” I knew Rina knew there was no way she could see that far and was just trying to get me to realize that nothing had happened. I said, “If

you find us, I’ll give you twenty bucks. We crossed a rickety wooden bridge that sat over a pond and then a scream fired out from the other side of the park. Some runners stopped, wondering what might have caused such a horrific cry. Across the park was a blue diamond-shaped portal floating in the middle of a field. It rotated in a centrifuge type motion. A yellow eyeball appeared in the center of the diamond, looking around aimlessly, like it was peeking into our world. Even Rina could not discern what was going on and looked baffled. The blue diamond portal drifted across the field and duplicated into three other diamond-shaped portals alike. Copies of the portals spawned eyes with different colors. Suddenly, the enormous portal in the sky regurgitated a barrage of portals in a myriad of shapes and sizes. Some remained stationary, other ones drifted down towards the city. One of the portals expanded above the park and became intensely blinding to the eye, radiating like the sun. The air became dry and hot. My body was already overwhelmed from running for miles and I felt like I was about to faint from the sudden heat. Sweat flooded from my pores profusely. I ran for the pond to try and cool off. It was so hot the pond water had warmed.

Some people fainted around the park. The portal transformed into a black pit and the temperature became frigid. I ran over to Rina. She was light headed. I helped her over to a bench. “We need to go.” I said. She looked at me and then her eyes widened, focused on the sky. Behind me a cluster of boulder-sized comets fell out of the portal in the sky. Boulders crashed into the streets, buildings, and cars. Rina and I took off running as fast as we could for two massive comets were headed for us. I heard screams, car alarms, and the echo of the damage that just took place. Then the worst happened. The two boulders slammed into the park. Dirt and debris surged through the park like a tsunami. I couldn’t see where I was running and Rina and I became separated. I didn’t stop running even though my vision was nearly invisible.

Then out of nowhere, a force threw me from my feet, projecting me through the air. I flew with a speed that I couldn’t measure. I slammed hard against the ground, flopping like a rag doll. Ringing breached my ears. I opened my eyes and there was dust everywhere. The ringing slowly started to dampen as the sounds of screams in agony took over. Everything was a blur and I couldn’t figure out where I was. I succumbed to the smell of burning foliage and wood. Flesh too. A sheet of black smoke reigned over several blocks. My left leg felt like I had an anvil tied to it and had no feeling in it. Screams faded in and out of my ears. With the little strength I had, I sat myself up on my forearms that were battered and scraped. I screamed out for Rina but all I could hear were the agonizing pleads for help.

A man ran to my aid and told me not to move. Disoriented, I tried fighting him off as he tried to get me to stay still, which took all the energy out of me. My head fell back, weak. I passed out moments later. In the darkness of my subconscious, I heard someone yelling “Stay with me!” over and over again but I couldn’t come to. My mind became filled with periodic muffles of sirens, flames crackling, alarms and horns. Then I heard something that I was all too familiar to me. In the midst of all the chaos that was unveiling, I heard someone scream my name. My name faded in and out between other people demanding to stay away from me. Someone out there was calling for me but I was too distraught to figure it out.

My conscious drifted to the memory of Rina and I at the shore. I re-experienced the moment of us sitting on the beach accept that a swell engulfed us. Submerged under the deep

blue, I witnessed a flickering shimmer of light peeking through the surface. I swam towards it and discovered that I came out of a wall of water. Rina stood there on the sand. She looked as beautiful as ever. I walked up to her and we hugged. She said, “You worry too much, you know?” with a big smile on her face. I said, “I only worry because I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She didn’t say anything. We stood in a whirlpool of haze with our arms wrapped around one another. I said, “Rina, I know we said we would always be upfront with each other but there’s something I have to tell you.” Her eyes locked on mine with a glow, curious of what it was I had to say. “I am in love with you and I always have been. If the world ended tomorrow, I wouldn’t be able to let go if I didn’t have you there next to me. But I know that time has come.” Rina’s eyes flooded with tears as she held on to me. “Don’t go. I told you what’s meant to happen will happen but this is not it. You can’t do this to me.” I wrapped my arms around her like a vice. I didn’t say anything because my fate was sealed but I was ready to let go because the one thing I needed to get off my chest was out. All of a sudden, a portal opened up behind Rina. She stepped backwards to stand in front it and put out her hand. I took it. She stepped backwards into the portal and I went with her.

As we stepped through the other side, we found ourselves in a world where a giant canyon stretched on for what seemed like forever. A constant breeze blew at us. Occasionally ominous hums would echo through the atmosphere at various pitches and tempos. The ground was soft and powdery like grinded chalk; soft enough that I couldn’t feel my foot pressing against the surface. There was no sun or moon, just glimmers of the nebulas that surrounded us. Rina made her way over to the edge of the canyon. I trailed behind her. Inside the canyon were clusters of raw diamonds embedded into the walls. Rina and I walked along the canyon. A river of crystal clear water flowed through the bottom of the canyon. Rina jumped and floated down into the canyon as lightly as a feather. I jumped down next to her and we walked along the stream to get a closer look at the diamonds. I felt like a mouse compared to the canyon. We ventured further and heard a loud whistling sound echo through the air. A winged creature with bright blue wings that looked like blossoms soared over us.

The nebulas illuminated and the winged creature disintegrated into glowing particles. They spread out and became part of the world. Some particles landed on a part of the canyon and that area glowed brightly. Within moments, a cluster of diamonds formed into the rock, and glistened. Rina and I approached it. The diamonds were ice cold to the touch. A loud hum echoed through the atmosphere again. Suddenly, Rina and I drifted away from one another. We floated up towards the sky as we kept our eyes on each other. Rina soon disappeared out of my sight as everything went white. I felt my heart race. My body disintegrated into dust like the winged creature and I became a piece of the world beneath me.

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Why don't you get your nose out of what other people are into kink wise?? Because even anal is uncomfortable and unpleasant for people and they would consider that violating and triggering. If you don't like the things someone says or posts then fuck off and unfollow instead of shame them for what they enjoy. Kink shaming is not cool dude. I'm sure there's plenty of people that hate anal and you wouldn't like being made to feel like a freak for liking it. Grow up.

oh, boy, buckle up.

i brought it up in a new post, not naming her or alluding to her post, because it is something seen so fucking often both in this fandom and on the internet generally. she also specifically said for him to squeeze his arm around her neck till she passes out. if she had said something like “i’d like him to stroke my neck while i hold my breath as long as i comfortably can and one or both of us plays with my pussy till i come” i would barely have cared, and it wouldn’t have gotten me back on my soap box again. she responded to my post in a reblog and i responded back. she initiated the conversation between us with that reblog. and i responded back, trying to explain my views clearly albeit longly, once.

men choking women is a common sexual act, a meme, and a threat online, and within this fandom. “if you don’t like it fuck off”? honestly, that’s telling women to leave the public square and go back to the kitchen and bedroom and laying back and thinking of england if they can’t handle “robust speech” or sexuality in media in public. i couldn’t be online or in this fandom if i couldn’t handle seeing it, or refused to see it.

here’s another link on the dangers of strangulation https://tonic.vice.com/en_us/article/jpnj5x/how-risky-is-it-to-be-choked-during-sex

this whole “anti kink shaming” thing is just.. if kink shaming is terribly wrong, then we literally cannot criticize anything ever, bc everything is “kinky” (a sexual turn on, a fetish) to someone somewhere. and this is an old joke, but what if your kink is kink shaming? thought we couldn’t criticize any kinks?

the reality is, almost everyone, at least those with any ethical discernment kink shames *something.* if they couldn’t find *anything* that was shrouded in “omg hot sexy stuff” objectionable, i’d honestly be scared of them, and would hope at least that victimized people would have to deal with them.

what about all sorts of dangerous things that are eroticized? i’m thinking specifically about purposely seeking out hiv (mostly men), unprotected pia, knowingly exposing another to a significant risk of contracting hiv (also men; women simply don’t pose the same risk both re “sexual” fluids other than blood and how it is contracted sexually, receptive pia being the highest risk, followed by receptive piv). re: you can talk about choking, being choked, say vaguely that you should do it safely, but not talk about WHY it’s dangerous, what stats are on injury and death, what can happen, etc is like saying you can talk about pia and condoms, but not hiv or other risks of injury from it. i didn’t focus on the danger/risk of pia in my initial post, but it is high, way higher than people think or want to believe. should we not be concerned with those who want to infect other people with hiv, and people who want to be infected or is that prudish, immature kink shaming?

i’m sure there’s things you kink shame. for example, let’s examine pseudo child pornography eg a 18-19 girl pretending to be and usually looking like a naive 14 years old or younger child, with a man in his 40s while they roleplay that he’s her father/stepfather/friend’s father/uncle/coach while he “introduces” her to sex, usually violently, with a focus on men “ruining” and “spoiling” “innocence.” is that fine and dandy? is a father with teenage or preteen daughters watching this and whacking off to it fine and dandy? considering the rates at which girls are abused by their mom’s boyfriends and husbands, what if a man living with a woman and her kids whacks off to this? what if he finds himself fantasizing about her 12 year old daughter?

how about necrophilia? what if a man can only get hard, turned on, come if the woman he’s with *pretends to be dead*? what if he strangles a woman “consensually” until she passes out, then either continues or starts to enter her with his penis? what if he tells women he can only be turned on if he inflicts enough violence on her that he could have killed her?

a few years ago, there was an rcmp cop in canada, jim brown, who was found to have a “kink” for the kidnapping, torture (including bondage and use of knives) and murder of women. he had porn of it, he looked for women to roleplay it, he posted porn he had made online, etc. one news story describes it thusly: “progresses from an apparent street scene of a woman walking past Brown sitting on a wall; he overpowers her; he hog-ties her, and he imprisons her in a cage.In one image, Mulgrew notes, Brown appears to be wearing only his regulation-issue Mountie boots and is aroused carrying a huge knife while the naked woman cringes in terror.” he also worked tangentially on the robert pickton case (a serial killer who murdered dozens of women, mostly indigenous and mostly in prostitution). was he a man who should work on such a case? should he be a cop hearing women’s stories of male sexualized violence? should he be looking at photographic and other evidence of rape, torture, kidnapping?

to get more obviously back on topic, strangulation is the third leading cause of male-induced/violent death for women, second only to murder with knives and guns. strangulation is the second biggest red flag for lethal male violence, second only to him threatening you with death. imagine if we eroticized other leading causes of death for other groups of people: shooting someone during sex, stabbing them in the torso, etc. carefully and safely, of course. how about complications during pregnancy and birth in teen girls? that’s the number one killer of girls 15-19 worldwide. why not turn that into something sexy too? car accidents are also a common cause of death. let’s sex that up too. heart disease and cancer are big killers too. lets look at the leading cause of violent death for young black men: homicide. for black boys, it’s unintentional injury. why not eroticize what leads to their deaths too?

interestingly, the “rough sex gone wrong” defense came to the public’s attention in another strangulation murder case https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/08/nyregion/consent-sexual-assault-rough-sex.html

and here’s a recent case, a rare one in that the man seems genuine in his remorse because he quickly confessed, of a young man strangling a young woman to death in seconds. she also had an interest in it and sought it out. she died anyway. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5492075/Killer-strangled-woman-death-sex.html “the pair had a ‘shared interest’ in ‘erotic asphyxiation’ …Chloe had died in 'seconds’ after he had seized her neck during sex.”

the ads i linked to featuring men strangling women: what do you think of those? how do you feel about how it’s portrayed in pornography? is opposing those kink shaming too, because lots of people, esp men, get off on it, and the men who make that porn generally want to make such pornography and usually have a lot of hatred for women. same with those who make the ads. they find it arousing.

it boggles my mind on how things that people would get raked over the coals for if they presented as humorous, gets a free pass because some guy somewhere gets an erection from it. like that rcmp cop? can you imagine if he was telling jokes like that in a comedy club? what the same people who defended him would be saying instead? but seek out vulnerable women when you’re a white male police officer, “roleplay” with them, make porn of it n post it online n you’re the bdsm martyr of the year, cruelly punished for your private life by prudish busybodies who need to mind their own business and keep their noses out of people’s bedrooms. there’s that public vs private divide. anything sexual is private, even when public, and you cannot criticize the private. rape jokes are bad, terrible, trivialize rape and sexual trauma and misogyny, but rape play is hot as fuck. you can humor shame and speech shame but don’t dare kink shame.

now onto why i referenced anal stimulation and entry, inc pia. i did so precisely bc most females experience of it with males is rape, painful, unwanted, etc. the more it happens, the more likely it is to be rape. the increase in college age people engaging in pia is treated like a big catcally joke and proof of sexual liberation and how awesome porn is and how it’s hot sex, but it is almost universally rape for young women and girls. strangulation and choking of women is seen similarly, and women and girls are expected to eroticize, engage in, and tolerate both. i brought it up precisely bc i like anal stimulation (as outlined in that post, excluding pia) but recognize that it is profoundly harmful in how it is practiced especially for girls growing up and young women, as well as women generally. if i was glib with anal entry of women (with a penis or something smaller) in my fic or posting about what i want to do with b, i’d want people to pull me up on it. it would be contributing to this coercive, painful sexual environment women and girls are in where they don’t want it and find it painful even though they are told they should, sex should be painful for women, women are a collection of openings for male use, etc. i purposely reign myself in and keep it to myself most of the time because of this.

you cannot read panic fic, surf tumblr, etc without certain “kinks” namely strangulation (and to a lesser extent choking), and daddy kink and dd/lg smacking you in the face. similarly, if i smacked someone in the face with how i depicted anal entry of women with men, i’d hope they’d rebel against it, tell me about it, etc. by all means, kink shame away. someone engaging critically with what i post doesn’t make me fucking melt or shivel up, literally or figuratively, and if you (general you, including me) post something publicly, we can expect reaction to it, esp if it’s not a direct confrontation but a “i’ve noticed this happening on tumblr/in fic/etc…” i’d say letting undue critique roll off one’s back, or engaging back n forth as two people wish to, is growing up. and hon, i’ve felt like a freak sexually, but not for that interestingly, but for my interest in tribadism and outercourse. not severely, but it was and sometimes still is there.

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