#Essentials Nulled

[propalitetz]

i read time to orbit: unknown by @derinthescarletpescatarian and its super cool and normal. here's a very quick doodle of tal giving tinera a zeelite makeover for that one very normal party they had that one time

[aliusfrater]

thinking about dean using the idea of angel disapproval for the first time in 4.04 -> sam meeting them and ultimately understanding that angels are not creatures of mercy who save in 4.07 -> sam using his powers for the first time since 4.04 towards the end of 4.07

[strawberry-graveyard]

“why would you protest in a way that is disruptive?” what the actual fuck do you think a protest is

[watchthekittycatcher]

europeans need to understand that United States elections are like... Imagine trying to convince All Of Europe to choose one of two candidates for continental prime minister. And for some reason Spanish voters have less voting power than Portuguese voters.

[alright-gay-two]

Literally people in the notes of that 40 million dems didn't vote in 2016 and we got trump :/// post are replying to people saying she Literally won the popular vote in 2016??????? With well we just need to vote harder!!! Hello???????? Is there anyone in there???????????

Obviously winning by 2.9 million votes was not enough and if we voted harder she would have won because we just need a bigger number of votes to make the electoral college work. Anyone telling you they're not going to vote for a genocidal 81 year old man who can't string a sentence together is obviously trying to take away your freedoms which is why you just need to vote!!! Harder!!!!

[headspace-hotel]

really disheartening to see how much eco-fascist and eugenicist bullshit has embedded itself into writings about human relationship with nature. I was looking at a copy of a book in the library a while back called Humans Vs. Nature and found this (Discussing early human migrations in the Paleolithic)

To my great dismay, I did not record the source for this claim, But I found these pictures again, and of course I think...How do we know that?

How could we know that Paleolithic hunter-gatherers deliberately controlled their populations by periods of abstaining from sex? That would be incredibly hard to support using archaeological evidence. It seems easier to support infanticide using the archaeological record, so I was not initially troubled by that.

The author is also stating that Paleolithic humans killed their disabled. I have been searching high and low for evidence to support this claim and the closest I've come to any evidence regarding disability in the Paleolithic is this book chapter discussing whether or not it makes sense to assume compassion existed in pre-history. This book chapter gives the impression that the research has been...really dismal.

The two sides of the debate are essentially, "humans probably cared for their disabled in prehistory, because pathologies and injuries are common and they would have needed some kind of care" and "well maybe those people could survive just fine on their own and that's why they lived. We can't prove they were actually disabled."

Not an anthropologist, but I think it's pretty stupid to position a compassionless society as the "null hypothesis," especially based upon chimpanzees. Why would Paleolithic humans be more behaviorally similar to a relative separated by 5 to 13 million years of evolutionary divergence, than to their own descendants a mere few thousand years later????????

But the claim in Humans Vs. Nature isn't just that disabled people weren't cared for, it's that they were deliberately "eliminated," which is a statement with a much higher burden of proof. You would have to find the remains of disabled humans from that time period with clear evidence that they were killed because they were disabled, and you would have to observe this consistently in many sites, to come to the conclusion that it was a cultural norm.

We have many examples of elaborate, seemingly honorable burials for people that were apparently disabled and would have lived a long time with their disabilities. Nothing I've read has mentioned an archaeological record of killing people for being disabled, which would be a glaring oversight, unless it didn't exist, which I'm pretty sure it doesn't.

How did we get to the point where this kind of fucking bullshit sounds so plausible and correct that it makes it into a best selling book without anyone looking it up to see if it's true.

[cherryblossomshadow]

Wow that was an amazing read:

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Gender is not a condition we can figure out about ourselves. Gender is a performance we choose to make

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A really common idea that gets espoused all the time in trans space, parroted from gatekeepers and cissexism and diagnostic criteria, is that “you shouldn’t do it unless you’re absolutely sure”. This is totally bullshit

It’s okay to have a non-linear experience and/or narrative of gender. You don’t have to let fear of that prevent you from ever trying anything, even if you aren’t quite sure what to try Deciding to take some steps into transition doesn’t mean you automatically commit “fully transitioning”, to genital surgery (even if you may have to lie to a doctor and say that you’re committed in order to get hormones or something else you want in the short-term), to top surgery, or to a lifetime of having to present a certain way and go by a certain name and certain pronouns You can make more than one decision, at different times, as you find new understandings of yourself. You can even make decisions that seem to contradict the earlier ones, and that’s also okay, because different points in your life may have different contexts, or different needs, or different understandings of yourself

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Remember that what you are isn’t as important as what you feel and what will make you happy

Remember that you’re exactly as real as you assert yourself to be

And remember that gender isn’t a thing that you are or discover, it’s an expression and self-understanding that you assert

Remember that doubts are okay, mistakes are okay, non-linear processes of gender where you have false-starts or have to back-pedal or have to renegotiate things are okay; zigs and zags and sideways steps are okay and, if you end up in a place where you feel its needed, detransition is okay. And remember that your right to make your own choices about your own body involves the right to sometimes make the wrong ones

If you truly believe women can be anything, then you are going to need to accept that some women are men.

If you truly believe women can look like anything, then you are going to need to accept that some women look like men.

If you truly believe women can do anything, then you are going to need to accept that some women transition to be men.

If you truly believe that women have the right to decide what to do with their lives and bodies, then you are going to need to accept that some women decide to be men.

[cavegirlpoems]

Further thoughts.

There is a tendency to write settings - particularly for interactive media like ttrpgs, larps, etc - that are essentially gender-blind, where you can create whoever you want without that having an effect on the game. The decision to be gay, or a woman, or trans, or a gay trans woman with pink hair is an aesthetic choice that will not give you a meaningfully different experience in the game.

This rather kneecap's the setting's ability to tell queer stories, imho. If we take it as read that queerness refers to gender- and sexuality-based identities and behaviours that fall outside of the societal norms, then the experience of falling outside those societal norms is (rather tautologically) a key element of queerness.

So, in a completely gender-blind setting, one can't - tautologically - be gender-nonconforming. There is no expectation to conform to. The experience of queerness, of being outside of societal norms, becomes null and void. Such a setting will feature homosexuality, but it won't feature gay pride, and nor will it need to as none of the societal forces that led to the pride movement exist.

This is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, a world where one is not oppressed for one's identity is an enjoyable world to explore for what should be obvious reasons. On the other hand, it becomes impossible to tell (say) a coming-out story in a world where there's no closet to be in to begin with.

There is also the element that whilst a setting may say its gender-blind, it's still written and played in by people from the real world, who still subconsciously inherit real-world biases, and this can be reflected in the world.

While (say) women might have just as much right to political power as men, if in practice the people with political power are disproportionately men, that sexism is still present. Far from removing it, the gender-blindness of the setting simply obfuscates it, and often actively proves an obstacle to addressing it; one cannot call somebody out in character for sexism in a setting where sexism doesn't exist, no matter how sexist they're being.

(Similar biases around sexuality, transness, polyamory, kink, aceness, etc also creep in).

(In many cases, this can also apply to other axes of marginalisation, such as race, etc. However, in a lot of settings this doesn't apply the same way. Many fantasy settings are deeply opinionated about a character's ancestry; see the D&D skull-callipers explaining that elves are just more intelligent and agile than everybody else, and this being a mechanically enforced fact in the world.)

My point, anyway, is that in these cases efforts towards inclusivity can paradoxically erase that which they seek to include. One cannot represent the lived experience of a marginalised identity in a setting that totally denies the existence of that marginalisation.

[cultkinkcoven]

This is common knowledge for anyone on the r/demonolatrypractices subreddit but I realized that a lot of you aren’t on there and are missing out on some great resources, so if you’re looking for reading material on demonology and demonolatry definitely check out the website below.

These basic resources come straight from Demonology the subreddit. I did not compile any of this, I’m just sharing for the folks on Tumblr. (Honestly even if you aren’t fond of that sub you should definitely take advantage of their deep dives by experienced practitioners, it really is a great resource):

Some book recommendations

Essential Background:

*On the Hieratic Art* by Proclus

*The Testament of Solomon*

*The Picatrix*

*Three Books of Occult Philosophy* by Agrippa

*The Fourth Book of Occult Philosophy* by Pseudo-Agrippa

Classic Grimoires:

*The Sworn Book of Honorius (Liber Juratus)*

*The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage*

*The Heptameron* by Pietro d'Abano

*The Greater Key of Solomon*

*The Lesser Key of Solomon (Lemegeton)*

*Grimorium Verum*

For Spiritual/Theological Grounding:

*Timaeus* by Plato

*Parmenides* by Plato

*Chaldean Oracles*

*The Corpus Hermeticum*

*On the Mysteries (De Mysteriis)* by Iamblichus

*Psychic Self-Defense* by Dion Fortune

*Initiation Into Hermetics* by Franz Bardon

Good Contemporary Books:

*Secrets of the Magickal Grimoires* by Aaron Leitch

*Pandemonium* by Jake Stratton-Kent

*Stellas Daemonum* by David Crowhurst

About Lilith:

The Mighty Book List:

Introductory guides (the books that have their own systems of working with spirits included in them, therefore you can try working with spirits if you have any one of these books):

"The Complete Book of Demonolatry" by S. Connolly, (I consider this to be essential)

"Lucifer and The Hidden Demons: A Practical Grimoire from The Order of Unveiled Faces" by Theodore Rose,

"Demons of Magick: Three Practical Rituals for Working with The 72 Demons" by Gordon Winterfield

"Consorting with Spirits: Your Guide to Working with Invisible Allies" by Jason Miller.

Each one of these books will have wildly different approaches. Try them, see what works for you and what doesn't.

Classic grimoires (these are good to read through to see the working with demons through a historical lens. Some people still use methods in these books, most new books will at the very least borrow elements, such as names, sigils and correspondences):

"The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage" (Dehn ed. is recommended)

"The Greater Key of Solomon",

"The Lesser Key of Solomon" aka Lemegeton (Peterson ed. is best, Mathers/Crowley is its own thing worth reading but incomplete),

"Pseudomonarchia Daemonum" (repeats a lot of information that Lesser Key has, but is older, so worth a read if you're into history of occult),

"Grimorium Verum" (Peterson ed. or JSK's "True Grimoire"),

"The Grand Grimoire" (aka Red Dragon)

"The Grimoire of St. Cyprian",

" The Goetia of Dr. Rudd".

Books that are good to read for general occult/ magick background:

"The Egyptian Book of the Dead",

"Chaldean Oracles",

"On the Mysteries" by Iamblichus,

"The Greek Magical Papyri",

"The Testament of Solomon",

"The Picatrix",

"Three Books of Occult Philosophy" by Agrippa,

"The Fourth Book of Occult Philosophy" by Pseudo-Agrippa,

"Transcendental Magic" by Eliphas Levi,

"Psychic Self-Defense" by Dion Fortune,

"Initiation into Hermetics" by Franz Bardon,

"The Golden Dawn" by Regardie/Greer,

"Chicken Qabalah" by Lon Milo Duquette,

"Liber Null and Psychonaut" by Peter J. Carroll.

Contemporary reference books (dictionaries, history books on a spirit and other similar compilations):

"The Dictionary of Demons: Expanded and Revised: Names of the Damned" by Michelle Belanger,

"Book of the Fallen: Satanic Theory, Ethics, and Practice" by Martin McGreggor,

"Lucifer: Princeps" by Peter Grey,

"Rites of Lucifer" by Asenath Mason,

"The Goetia Devils" by Rev. Cain,

"Secrets of the Magickal Grimoires: The Classical Texts of Magick Deciphered" by Aaron Leitch,

"Pandemonium: A Discordant Concordance of Diverse Spirit Catalogues" by Jake Stratton-Kent.

"Stellas Daemonum" by David Crowhurst,

"Demonolator's Handbook" by Mirta Wake.

Books to do with evocation (make sure you know the difference between evoking and invoking), qliphoth, and other intermediate practices:

"The Practice of Magical Evocation" by Franz Bardon,

"Qabalah, Qliphoth, and Goetic Magic" by Thomas Karlsson

"Goetic Evocation" by Steve Savedow,

"Lake of Fire" by S. Connolly,

"Tree of Qliphoth" by Asenath Mason

[nionom-art]

Kinda sorta a continuation of this post

I’ve seen theories of Lila running into Null in season 6, and I just kinda wanted to make my own design before a canon one potentially comes out.

I picked the name Nessuna for her (I actually have a name in mind this time, lol). It means “nobody” in Italian. Since Lila/Cerise has so many identities, I thought it would be funny if in her form while using Null, the kwami of nothingness, she was just essentially named “nonentity”. Also, it alludes to the Odyssey with that one story where Odysseus tricks a cyclops by claiming to be “nobody”. It just makes my nerd brain happy.

I strayed a bit away from miraculous design conventions with this one- hopefully it’s still recognizable as Lila (I always worry about that with my design work it seems).

[hwajin]

☆°. — ᴛɪʀᴇʟᴇss

genre: fluff, smut

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: disgustingly cute sex, piv/ unprotected sex/ coming inside, explicit mentions of insecurities (though mentioned in the past and not relevant for the fics' present)

author's note: very self indulgent but i hope it resonates with some ppl, feedback is highly appreciated 🫶

Linen sheets around your body, the warmth they provided a saviour against the cold turmoiling outside. The sky had been gray twenty minutes prior, red and orange leaves having struggled to stay latched onto their trees, having lost the battle eventually to cover the asphalts in autumn colours. There was little rain drizzling from above still, though the sun had now found its way past the clouds drowning the neighbourhood golden. The faint scent of vanilla reminding you of the candle on your nightstand, the turning of pages and a sharpened pencil against them the only sound filling the room — it was peaceful.

"You're so pretty."

Hyunjin’s voice sounded barely as a whisper — anything but would have disturbed the atmosphere; quiet, warm, a sense of carelessness. And yet you jumped in your place, been far too engrossed in the book laying before you not to scare at his sudden voice cutting through the silence. You'd never feel pretty before Hyunjin. Before he's emerged in your life — you weren't sure still, how exactly, all too suddenly and without warning, as though he was a dream altogether — your appearance was something you'd obsessively worry over for the first half of your life, and tried to disregard entirely in the second one — despite blaming your loneliness on the very fact of lacking attractiveness you've come to simply live with the fact, had grown too tired to care, essentially.

You shifted in your shared bed, only a little to direct your focus from the book to Hyunjin, sitting by his desk — the surface as messy as his appearance. Pencils, papers and colors scattered all over, his hands proof of the artistry he's produced for the past hours; hair disheveled, shirt and shorts on his body ruffled up — he looked endearing, like lazy mornings personified, like coziness bundled up within a body.

He'd come into your life unexpectedly, and you wouldn't have believed anyone if they told you about it. About the sudden happiness the relationship with Hyunjin brought, the sudden feeling of securances, of home; of love. You wouldn't have believed someone to be ready to treat you the way Hyunjin did — any other person grew null to him if you only called, prioritizing you over passions and work. You wouldn't have believed to have found a love like this, a lover like him.

You wouldn't have believed to have found beauty within yourself, through him. And it had come naturally. You had never not believed him, never doubted his words — because they've always been spoken so matter-of-factly, so purely. Unexpectedly, too — much like now, while mundanenity lay over your features. Hyunjin carried a gift to search for beauty where other people would mind looking, and finding it effortlessly. More often than not you wished to be gifted with this vision, curious to see the world through his eyes — curious to see yourself the way he did.

Hyunjin chuckled at the way you blushed. You might be believing his every compliment, his every confession of love, though you long didn't grow used to it, or cold. Every tender word, every touch he planted onto your body as though you were fragile porcelain, most price treasure yet never stopped to send shivers down your spine. Wouldn't ever, you thought.

And you still never knew an answer. Flustered now, awkward as he kept looking at you, teasing simply, to test — Hyunjin had always taking amusement and certain pride in making you shy for him, because only he was able to. A shameful caugh left your throat, to fill the silence, to camouflage the speechlessness he'd brought upon you with as little as a compliment — you detangled from the linen sheets, letting the cold engulf you in order to make your way over to your lover, the man who was watching your every step with a knowing smirk as he inspected the blush covering not only your cheeks but the tips of your ears, your neck — it was a little as a mundane compliment, but it was far from meaningless to you, held as much importance as if Hyunjin had proposed right then there.

His hand found home on your bottom, the small of your back when you've stood next to him eventually. His eyes didn't lose your figure, glued onto you as if a look elsewhere would take you away.

"What are you drawing? Flowers?"

Hyunjin enjoyed painting nature; oceans, skies, flowers. Many grazed the walls of your very room, each a different meaning – he’d paint you baby’s breaths on your one-year anniversary, in everlasting love; he’d paint you pink camellias when he missed you, in longing; he’d paint you calla lilies if your insecurities got the best of you, in beauty. Though when you looked at his drawing it weren’t flowers; it was a sketch of you.

“Well, almost.”

Hyunjin's eyes turned to where you were looking, the drawing he's worked on for the past minutes, shy grin adorning his features at his cheesy comment. Your body was grazing the white paper, pencil strokes of your curves, you in the nude, another paper showing your face, a portrait, another one an abstract, more of only your eyes, only your mouth and nose, of your hands, some in colour, some in simple grey, small ones, bigger, doodles, proper paintings. You were scattered on his desk, your body was. Hyunjin's love lay open before you — maybe you didn't need access to his vision after all. His art was entirely enough. 

Hyunjin waited for a reaction, squeezing at your hip when there was none, looking up at you, curious eyes beneath the silver strands of messy hair.

"I've been running out of ideas lately, and... it's always nice to draw you... most of these aren't finished and rough-"

"They're beautiful. I... can't believe you'd wanna draw me this often."

"You're the only thing I wanna draw. Ever."

Hyunjin's gaze lay upon you, deep, waiting for you to look at him. You did eventually, turning from away from his art and blushing momentarily at his piercing eyes on your own. A soft smile from both of you — not as much as an upturn of one corner of the lips, both for too flustered to muster up and actually smile, too aware of the tension laying heavily now on your shoulders — and no further words were needed. Would be void if spoken aloud; so you bent down to meet him to meet his lips, hopeful and wanting, inviting when they fell upon your own. Hyunjin sighed into the kiss, relieved, longing. His left hand joined his right on your body, holding you by your waist, caressing you at your hips, tight, secure touches, absent of hesitation. He granted you the same love capsulated in his notebooks with a touch, a grace, a squeeze against your flesh, your whole.

Never breaking the kiss, and you sighed when he pulled you closer to his body, into the space he presented between his half-bare legs. You understood — wouldn't have believed anyone upon hearing to be finding comfort on another’s' lap, without as much as a second thought, though it was so natural with Hyunjin. You let him guide you, large hand by the small of your back, another by your hip; and you straddled him, broke the kiss only to settle down, to get comfortable — and you wished you hadn't, for the side of your lover beneath your weight was almost too much to bear. Love behind his glassy eyes, adoration he only knew in connection to you, only ever felt if you were the matter. Gaze a longing one, jumping from your lips to your eyes and back down to your lips — but a puppy waiting for his treat, staring you down as if there was no other, nothing else existing beside you and your body, your face inches from his own.

You closed the distance again, unable to hold out on it — Hyunjin's lips reddened already, always so prone to sensitivity, to visible reaction to loving antics. His teeth clashed against your own, almost painful but not quite; you weren't careful, deemed to not have the time to — you needed him, and you needed him now.

"Baby... slow down."

It was Hyunjin to pull you back to reality, though not to clear-mindedness – you obeyed his words, not as much a command as a simple reminder; you loosened your grip on his hair, pulled away an inch, only enough to breathe, to sigh into his mouth that didn’t cease leaving open mouthed kisses against your own. Though your thoughts were but a fog, still, holding no clear picture beneath your lids except him, everything about him – pleasure-contorted face, though you merely sat on him, barely even moved atop his body; brows a furrowed line, creasing deeply in the middle, eyes soften and tender to paint contrast; cheeks coloured, in fluster and anticipation, dooming excitement; guiding hands on your figure, reminding of his presence, his attentiveness, his care – he didn’t loosen his grip on you a moment, held you close and tight as his lips moved leisurely against your own. He took his time with you – not too tease, not because he was well aware of your desperation, but because you deserved nothing else. Hyunjin knew you’d whine upon his patience, though it was the very proof of his devotion; his patience held love, his patience held the entirety of your world.

So, you continued slowly, though not any less unable of lucidity, because Hyunjin never allowed it. If his touch wasn’t driving you insane it was his voice, a whimper rolling off his tongue and onto yours, or a sigh leaving his throat for you to swallow. Your lover always receptive, never shy in volume. Or it was his gaze on you – Hyunjin pulled away, occasionally, leaving you empty to catch a look at you before pulling right back, nearer than he was before. He left you no time for coherence, fed you only enough care and affection so you wouldn’t hunger, yet not enough for eventual satisfaction, by any means. Driving you further to insanity, hands groping rougher at your body, easing with soft rubs right after, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to heal momentarily with a lick, a following kiss – Hyunjin pulled on your every weakness, and not accidently.

A chuckle left the man’s lips when your hips – hot and painfully ignored by any type of his attention, leave for his raging erection right against your core – dragged against his own, in any hope of relieving pressure, of searching for friction. Your lack of clothes wasn’t making it a hard task; you were merely in your underwear, the thin material of Hyunjin’s shorts and boxers barely layers to complain about, yet it was far too much separating him from you.

Hyunjin chuckled at your desperateness, though his proclamation of amusement turned into one of pleasure – you grinded with such force, such wanting vigour he didn’t expect, and his own futilely cool act crumbled in his palm, shattered to pieces for you never not had the greatest impact on him, his pleasure, his love. When it came down to it, he wasn’t any stronger than you, not even more patient – his heart was as much slave to you as yours was to him.

Any composure was long forgotten. You’d argue, even, that Hyunjin by now was needier than you’d been to begin with – he didn’t waste time getting rid of either of your lazy attire, a long, slender finger simply pushing your panties to the side before dipping into your wetness, experimentally at first, with new-found enthusiasm then upon your reaction – you hummed out, fingers fisting his lose-fitting shirt, body rolling into his, in search for more. A second finger after a minute or two, a third one moments later and you were grinding against him, needy, loud, head thrown back or hidden in the crook of his neck. Your hot breath against his skin egged Hyunjin on, his digits curling within you, lips turning into a hazy smirk when you whined out, when your teeth sunk into the part between his shoulder and his neck, in helplessness, not in embarrassment over your sounds – you would never deny Hyunjin your voice in pleasure. The stinging feeling on his skin made him twitch in his confines; you felt it, if only subtly, and your eyes found his from beneath, fogged with bliss.

“Want you…”

It needn’t much more – Hyunjin both understood and was ready to comply for he wasn’t much stronger in resisting than you; it wasn’t a minute until his erection lay exposed between your figures, red and leaking already – he could act as coy as he wanted to, though his body would always serve as living proof of your effects on him.

You lined up, still fully dressed, white panties pushed to the side; hovering above him was hard given current position, legs growing tired quickly though Hyunjin supported enough with his hands by your hips, guiding you above him until you felt his tip by your entrance, until you – finally, eventually – sunk down on him, taking him fully momentarily. You moaned out in unison, almost pathetic, definitely frantic – it needed only the feeling of his cock inside you, of your walls around him for the both of you to fall victim to utter senselessness. You had the comfort of each other, though, aware of the similarity in lust and longing, so less embarrassed by it.

Hyunjin had given you a moment to adjust, had used the minute to clear his mind himself; to little avail, though he’d like to believe he gained back a fraction of the composure he had lost along the way. Yet, and it drove him entirely insane, the view of you was powerful enough to make him lose every battle he was fighting with himself – he watched your seemingly struggling face, eyes shut, mouth agape, lost in the pleasure Hyunjin granted. He prided himself on your expression, on your thoughtlessness; and then you opened your eyes again, locking them directly with his own. You both blushed, you both sucked in a breath, at the sudden realization of intimacy, of closeness, or maybe at nothing in particular, at the view of the other, the sight of your lover; your hips started moving, mewls rolling off tongues, eyes closing again in granted relief. Hands on bodies, groping hopelessly, feverishly. Eyes fighting to stay open to watch, to inspect, to remember. Mouths longing for the other, tongues dancing waltzes, sounds of pleasure being swallowed to make each their own. Two lovers on a late noon, two lovers so very engrossed in each other anyone looking upon them would struggle not to believe in souls, the connection of such.

Every flutter of your sensitive walls, every roll of chasing hips, every clench Hyunjin reciprocated with sounds so endearing they got you light-headed, got your urge growing to grant him more, better, greater. None of you were in control, in particular, and yet both of you were fighting for it — though not in selfishness, but for gratification for the other. Despite your cramping legs, positioned uncomfortable on the chair beneath Hyunjin, despite your inability to even move much you did nevertheless, as best as you could, pulling on all of your lovers' buttons — you nibbled at his neck, breathed out against it, swore confessions against his damp skin; everything you knew would drive him needier, more insane. Though he was the same — he throbbed within you, guided your hips along his erection for you to feel entirely, to drag out the feeling of his every vein grazing your walls, of every of his rigid fitting your own like pieces of a puzzle. His hands, though sweaty and strained, held position at your hips, to stabilize, to ease off the pain in your legs. Your own were homeless, playing with Hyunjin's hair right by his nape or pulling at his scalp when he granted a mindless thrust against you, or exploring his body entirely, grasping fingers on his chest, against his torso, on the steadiness of broad shoulders.

You grew impatient. Had never been in the first place and lost some more of it yet, wanted to hold onto the feeling of Hyunjin prodding at your cervix yet urging release. Hyunjin was no different – he had let you move solely on your own before though now snapped his hips into yours, mouth agape or biting at his deep red lips, sucking in breaths and sighs of your name in anticipation. His grip on you would leave marks on your skin, that you were sure of – though you weren’t one to complain. The telltale signs of his high doomed on you; furrowed brows, twitching erection within you, frantic, passionate, messy, wet kisses against your mouth or your neck; the act of pulling you closer to him – and then the words, finally; “Fuck, baby, I’m– …I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum.”, before he did, spilling within you. He hadn’t waited on your release, only because he knew you’d reach it after his own – he had felt you being close, had noticed the fluttering of your walls around him, your calls of his name increasing in pitch and volume, had seen the expression on your face he’d never misread – and he knew his orgasm inside you would bring you to your own, would be the last push down the cliff.

Your muscles spasmed, your legs contracted and Hyunjin held you close, eased the pain off your legs with a tired grip on you. Despite it you didn’t dare get off, though – basking in your closeness, relishing the warmth of body on body, losing yourself in the giggled kisses Hyunjin now planted on your panting lips, the loving confessions spoken against the lobe of ear before it was nibbled on in adoration – affection never stopped after release with Hyunjin, after the reach of simultaneous orgasm; his love expanded the sheer physicality, mere lust.

Hours later you’d lay in bed again, naked then, bare bodies glued to one another, every painting, every drawing of you on Hyunjin’s desk long forgotten, if only temporarily, for the cleverest artist couldn’t possibly copy the beauty Hyunjin saw in you before his very eyes, every day anew; tirelessly.

@es-kay-zee @jeyelleohe @angelwonie @yvniek4ng @ppiri-bahng @bintificreads @svintsandghosts @llunapastell @sensitiveandhungry @minniesvenus @junebug032 @noellllslut @wolfennracha @unexceptional-h @like-a-diamondinthesky @katsukis1wife @binniesbang

[surfingpichu]

Yo so here is a zip file with all the stuff I've worked on with regards to getting Glitch Pokemon to work in Pokemon Essentials. This doesn't have any of our custom art assets so its as close to the base game as possible. There are some little lore tidbits in the pokedex entries but those are 100% customizable to whatever you decide you want your lore to be regarding these guys.

Just be sure to give credit if you decide to use our little glitch guys!!

All you have to do to use these is copy and past the contents of Pokemon.txt into your pokemon.txt file in essentials. Don't replace your current pokemon.txt with the document as it only contains the glitch pokemon and not the rest of the pokedex! The Front and back sprite folders CAN just be copy and pasted though as they contain all pokemon front and back sprites from Essentials v21!

All sprite resources were sourced from Bulbapedia and from the Glitch City Wiki so credit to them for their work documenting all those front and back sprites!!

Real quick update here the Glitchdex for RB is COMPLETE up to Charizard 'M! All glitch pokemon from Red and Blue are fully functional in the Pokemon Essentials engine!

I'm getting started now on filing out movesets with custom glitch moves as well. Still trying to figure out how to set animations but I'll play with that more when I've got time.

Still stoked to have this first leg finished. If people want I can release the .txt file that includes the RB glitch pokemon.

There are some caveats. Right now glitch moves and super glitch/ cooltrainer are not includes in movesets (the latter two I'm still figuring out what to do with). And not all pokemon have cries yet.

I'm planning on releasing the .txt and sprite data on its own before I update for moves. I did this in Pokemon Essentials v21 if that makes any difference to people.

Anyway super excited to have this step completed. I'd be stoked if people wanted to include my lil guys in their fangames.

[anghraine]

kjfd;jkadj my last two posts collided in my mind—the one I just posted, about Kirk and Uhura not only caring intensely about each other behind their professional personas, but also handling said personas in essentially similar, synergistic ways as communications and commanding officer + the ramble last night about how I haven't yet found a fic that takes up the concept of Kirk making a fantastic psychologist (I've only seen direct role-reversals with him and Spock thus far) that's mentioned all the way back in S1 of TOS.

The psychologist!Kirk post basically split into two scenarios which I babbled more about in tags: one where Spock is captain, most likely of an all-Vulcan Starfleet vessel like the Intrepid until Kirk is transferred to that ship as part of some human-Vulcan collaborative effort going on, and another where they're still on the Enterprise, with Spock remaining chief science officer and Kirk as head of the psychologists and counselors on board. The TOS psychologists are always science division, so in that version, it's Dr. Kirk answering to Spock (likely his direct superior would be McCoy but ~mysteriously he ends up working more directly with Spock).

But I did think idly, "I wonder who the captain would be if it's neither Kirk or Spock, the next in the canonical command chain is Scotty, but I don't see that at all, certainly not McCoy, I'm not sure Sulu is all that suited to it at this point—"

BUT UHURA. CAPTAIN UHURA. Her age is never mentioned in TOS and I don't care about anything else for these purposes, but iirc Nichelle Nichols was actually close in age to Nimoy and Shatner, so it doesn't beggar belief that she could have gotten so far, so fast. And her professional accord with Kirk makes her a less plot-disruptive choice than someone really dissimilar like, idk, Pike or whomever.

SO. In this scenario, Spock is Captain Uhura's unflappable chief science officer/XO, Kirk is essentially her Troi (still virtually psi-null—just an incredibly incisive and adaptable judge of people and perfectly ready to share his observations with Uhura), Scotty is still living his best life communing with the warp drive, and McCoy is basically unchanged.

Kirk's notoriously demanding class at the Academy (implied to be a philosophy one in TOS) was an ethics course informed by his specialization. Elizabeth Dehner worked directly with him before, well, events, and he's along on the attempt to stop Mitchell and Dehner. The "Dagger of the Mind" mission is an Uhura-Kirk field trip. Uhura defies Starfleet to get Spock to Vulcan without even knowing why—Spock won't explain and Kirk won't break his confidence, but she knows whose judgment she values most and her trusted chief counselor >>>> some asshole admiral. Uhura also goes on a bunch of planetary exploration missions as captain, still in her mini-skirt and boots and winged eyeliner (though her clothes don't get torn quite as much as Kirk's), and is a natural diplomat who is not above a) lies or b) fighting if necessary. Something like "The Corbomite Maneuver" is resolved largely the same way, for instance.

Spock and Kirk still play chess games that Spock more often loses, but this regularly happens in the science labs. McCoy and Kirk are still old friends and regularly talk shop with some mildly illegal beverages involved. Uhura is split into Good Uhura and Evil Uhura that one time but is also still the one to bring the tribbles onboard.

I'm going back to outlining my f/f K/S AU but. do you see the vision

[murderdronesreimagined]

"DATA LOG X1: Malfunctions"

Haii Creator here, just dipping in with a fun little lore bit to share for the AU! Since I'm going in a bit of a different direction with N's character I decided to kind of go into a bit of detail about his uh... "problems" to say the least in the form of a lil data log with some neat art to compliment it! These may become a more relevant thing in the future so if you like it so far, feel free to tell me your thoughts in the comments and some critiques you have, if any!

SO- Those who've watched Murder Drones know that in the pilot, Uzi and N's first meeting ended with Uzi blowing N's head off with her railgun, leading to N growing his head back and essentially loosing a few hours of his memory.

One particular thing that's touched upon but never used again is N's "eyes" on top of his head malfunctioning, leading to him mistaking Uzi for a disassembly drone. It seems that all of the eyes have the same function, which is a little over the top, so while prepping N's character I decided to actually to change it up for my story in case I decide to use it for anything!

This is a mini N! He's adorable, right? Notice the 5 yellow vials on his head? Those are no longer eyes, but instead they serve as a Disassembly Drone's 5 main senses! If one or all are damaged it can severely affect the performance of the drone in question. This is N's usual, or normal, state with all 5 senses present.

The vial on the far left on N's head is his SIGHT. If this vial is damaged in any way his (now regular) drone eyes will disappear, instead his entire visor will be covered in with a huge caution sign. Overall pretty self explanatory.

The vial second from the left is N's SOUND. Damage that and N becomes muted until repaired! No amount of screaming, yelling, or whispering is getting out of that mouth -w- Especially detrimental for the golden retriever boy who loves talking about dogs

The vial on the far right is N's TOUCH. His sensors, more specifically, will no longer be able to feel or really interact with anything around him without him feeling like he's touching air.

Why do I feel so sad just writing this part???

The vial second to the right is N's TASTE. Lose that and say goodbye to the warm sweet oil that keeps him alive! If his taste sensors are damaged his body won't be able to register any oil going through his body, rendering any consumption of oil before his repair utterly useless!

Finally, we move to the vial right above N's head! This sense in particular is one that I've named myself called CONTROL. What's so special about this particular vial is that if damaged, an unknown system known as [NULL] will activate in N's programming, making him act against his wishes and only according to the programming!

A clear example of this is in my latest fake screenshot! Looking at the vial in the middle it may seem like a coloring mistake, but it's actually a bright red, just mellowed down by the blizzard and snow effects! While this is damaged N's original personality is completely overrides and replaced with what the program inside him actually WANTS him to be: Deranged, Psychotic, & Utterly Sadistic with his kills.

You come to find out that this one vial in particular is one N struggles with a lot in the story!

On the very very rare occasion that all 5 senses or damaged or multiple crucial ones for basic functioning the disassembly drone will be placed in a comatose state until they're either fully repaired or, depending on where they fall, buried by the blizzard just like the bodies of the worker drones they killed!

An example is this one ask response I did when just starting out! All 5 vials are a bright red and a fatal error screen covers N's visor! You all may have thought this was just some edgy art, but little did you know it'd come back and even become relevant to the story itself! Hell, even I didn't know I'd come to need it one day!

I'm so good >:333

Before I completely end it off, I decided to give you all a lil sneak peak into the future of the story! I won't say what episode this fake screenshot is based off of, but I really liked the idea of Uzi finding out about N's senses by tapping into his CPU (with his consent) to dig up some files relating to the story, all while giggling at how weird he looks without hair, like she herself isn't wearing a wig -w-

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AAAAAaaand that's all for this Data Log! I hope you all enjoyed this fun little lore bit and a lil peak into the future of where the story may go! ^^ This picture above will be reposted later tomorrow as well as the speedpaint! For now though, Imma dip and head to bed because I am TIRED XD

Have a good night everyone, Peace out! ^^

[pink-november]

some oblivion thoughts, specifically regarding the routes which doesn't allow you the chance to turn around and leave:

apotheosis and HEA both have the option to turn around and leave however they are routes that take away your will/ability to make the decision so. they give you the option but render it null (i.e. apotheosis breaking free from the cabin itself and the exit blocked out in HEA)

stranger and razor are also interesting. there is a requirement to be met before you can abandon these routes. for stranger, you should have met the shifting mound first at all costs before the option to stay in the woods forever even appears or else it forces you to essentially encounter stranger. for razor, you can leave her during her chapter two but once you're faced with her, you cannot be allowed to leave her again.

the wild and PATD had you and the princess intertwined so closely and deeply that leaving her doesn't even come up as an option. even in the event of you leaving your union later, you cannot ever meaningfully "leave" her.

[glassrowboat]

As The Sun Rises. Baizhu.

Summary: A morning with Baizhu never fails to be peaceful, even if there's a mishap or two to start the day

Word count: 1.1k

Even before the first rays of light start to peek through the blinds, Baizhu is already pushing the sheets covering him aside. The bed creaks, and for a moment, he stops, head turning back to look at you still hugging a pillow to your chest you had managed to steal from him earlier to assure you were still asleep.

A small laugh leaves him when he realizes you're still in dream land, dozing away even as your nose scrunches when his hair accidentally tickles your face as he stands up.

He shushes you as quietly as he can, hand going to run up and down your back before he pulls away. For a moment, Baizhu's fingers could still feel the heat of your skin lingering on him until it was replaced by the cold wood of his favorite comb he brushed through his hair. Every little knot that came from the occasional toss and turn during the night was removed from his emerald green hair until it fell against his back once again. It was a slow, methodical practice that let him occasionally flick his gaze back to the reflection of a lump with their legs caught between the sheets in the mirror before him.

“Still knocked out like a light. I see they aren't the type to care about getting stuff done early in the day.”

“Hush now, Changsheng.” Baizhu chided, his hand going to place the comb down so he could run a finger over her head. “We don't need to deal with their grumpiness just yet. Let's at least wait until the morning sun rises.”

“That just sounds like an excuse to let them sleep in.”

“Rest is important, no matter the hour it's acquired.” With one more scratch to Changsheng’s head, Baizhu said “Now, if you want to wake someone up, I'm sure Qiqi is still in bed.”

The snake grumbled for a moment, asking why that duty was put on her non-existent shoulders before she slithered her way down from the vanity Baizhu was sitting at, across the room, and through the hole cut at the bottom of the door cut out specifically for her.

Behind him he heard a groan.

In the end, his attempts were null.

“Good morning, my love.”

All he got back in response was another groan.

“You're usually awake by now. Don't tell me you were up all night reading again.”

The playful tone in his voice was enough to stir you awake all for the sake of glaring at him over the mountain of pillows you had somehow collected. “I don't want to hear that from you.”

“Is this when you call me a dirty hypocrite?”

“I'm not awake enough to remember that word exists, let alone use it.”

Baizhu shook his head to hide the smile he knew you would scold him for. He didn't need to hear he was being cheeky on top of it all. “What are you feeling like for breakfast today?”

The bed creaked as you shifted, doing your best to climb out of it even when you were essentially cuffed to it with a blanket wrapped around your ankle that had you stumbling down to the floor. The small “ah, that doesn't look good” Baizhu let out before he started to get up didn't help your pride much either.

“I'm fine!” You quickly popped back up, scrambling up to your feet so you could place your hands on his shoulders to keep Baizhu sitting. “Peachy, even.”

His eyes met yours in the mirror, deep bags under his and yours from your shared habit of staying up late at night to bury your nose away in a book or two, even if he wouldn't admit it. You had heard him scold Keqing before for wearing herself thin by burning the midnight oil, but the bluish skin you could make out on him was more than enough proof he was just as bad as she is. If not worse.

Always so stubborn, you wanted to say, but instead you reached past him to pick the two hair sticks Baizhu always had pinned into his hair to hold them between your teeth as you started to gather his hair. That was the only reason you couldn't snap back with a retort as he repeated the way you said peachy with a chuckle in his tone.

Hair was gathered.

You could feel him relax under you, fall further into your touch with each passing second until his head was tilted back and eyes closed as you secured the ornaments in his new bun before going down to work on his regular braid.

The first time you had tried doing this for his it had ended in a mess of knots, a forgotten hair tie left in the bathroom, and Changsheng scolding you a she claimed Qiqi could have done a better job, but now it was second nature to run your fingers through his hair to ease each little strand into the next section. At this point, you might even be able to do this without even being conscious, but half asleep would do, too. It just meant his usual style would be a bit messier than usual.

When you were finally done, you slid the braid over his shoulder, eyes meeting his own in the mirror once again after he put his glasses on to share a soft smile.

“You never said what you wanted for breakfast, my dear.”

“I didn't, did I?” A hum left you, prolonging the moment before you finally decided on one thing. “Let's not worry about that now, I still have your makeup to do.”

He pushed aside a lock of his hair, one that would usually be secure in his regular bun if Baizhu had done it himself. “I'm not sure you can handle that without a cup of coffee first.”

“Nonsense. Unless you're afraid I'll poke out your eye?”

With a sigh, Baizhu pulled off his glasses, placing them back down with a jingle of the crystals that hang off of them.

“And you're awake enough to do my rouge?” Baizhu asked.

“We’ll see, won't we?”

A squeeze to his shoulders was all it took for Baizhu to pick up his makeup brush and hold it up to you.

“And then we'll have breakfast.”

“Congee.” You said.

It was when the tip of your brush met the pad of red makeup that you heard Baizhu agree. “Congee. With fruit on the side. You could use some more natural vitamins in your diet.”

“And coffee?” You insisted, bristles just barely a hair's breadth away from Baizhu's now closed eyes as light from the morning sun started to stream pure gold in through the blinds.

“And coffee, my love.”