#and also stop arguing about which designation is correct

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Arguing about which alpha/omega role you would assign to characters (or your favorite RPF special guys) is basically the top/bottom discourse but even more stupid in this essay i will.....

[bvrnesher]

hii im in love with your writing style oml

could you make like a jason grace x reader where the reader is a child of apollo who overworks herself and he takes care of her after a particularly bad week? i feel like it would be really cute. tysm 🫶

❝ 𝒞ount 𝒪n ℳe ! ❞ ― jason grace !

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── ੭̲᱖ on the radio: count on me – bruno mars

YOU WERE, QUITE FRANKLY, a disaster.

Not the fun, charming kind of disaster you could laugh about later. No, you were the barely-holding-it-together-by-frayed-threads kind, the walking embodiment of every burnout meme that Apollo’s cabin should’ve just printed onto T-shirts.

Because somehow—somehow—you’d said yes to tutoring the younger campers, helping design the obstacle course for Capture the Flag, running late-night healing sessions after a rough round of monster attacks, and leading the Apollo Cabin morning exercises.

All in the same week.

Genius.

You hadn’t slept more than three hours a night. Your powers were flickering like a dying lightbulb. And you were running purely on stubbornness, half-melted ambrosia squares, and iced coffee stolen from the Aphrodite cabin’s “secret” stash.

It wasn’t sustainable. Everyone saw it. You saw it.

You just didn’t care.

At least, you didn’t—right up until the moment you collapsed face-first into the dinner table at the pavilion.

It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t dignified.

One second you were sitting there, trying to eat soup with a hand that kept trembling, and the next you were out cold, forehead planted into a slice of garlic bread.

The entire pavilion went dead silent.

Jason Grace, bless his hero complex, was at your side in two seconds flat.

“Hey—hey, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and steady in that way that made people listen. He slid an arm under your shoulders, trying to ease you upright without jostling you too much. “C’mon. Wake up.”

You groaned incoherently, blinking up at him with the bleary, pitiful confusion of someone who legitimately forgot what century it was.

Jason’s mouth tightened into a line. That little crease appeared between his brows—the one he only got when he was really, truly worried.

“You’re done,” he said, decisively. No argument, no debate. “I’m taking you back to the cabin.”

You tried to mumble something about not being finished with your soup, which honestly just made him look even more exasperated.

“Forget the soup,” he said, already gathering you into his arms like you weighed nothing. “You’re lucky you didn’t pass out onto a skewer.”

(You were too far gone to correct him that it had been garlic bread, not a skewer. Also, you kind of liked being carried.)

Jason didn’t dump you onto your bunk and call it a day, though.

No, he went full Captain America: Concerned Boyfriend Edition.

First, he made you drink water. (“Small sips. Small. You’re not dying on my watch.”)

Then, he peeled off your shoes and tucked you into bed like you were made of glass. Pulled the blankets up to your chin. Smoothed your hair back from your forehead with a gentleness that made your chest ache.

You blinked up at him, groggy and overwhelmed and stupidly emotional.

“You don’t have to—” you started, but he shushed you instantly.

“Yes, I do,” Jason said. His voice was soft but firm, the kind of voice that didn't leave any room for arguing. “You’ve been doing everything for everyone else. Let someone take care of you for once.”

You hated how much that got to you.

Something raw and helpless twisted in your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out—grabbing a fistful of the front of his hoodie like you needed to anchor yourself.

Jason just smiled, all soft edges and boyish affection, and sat down on the edge of your bed without a word.

He stayed.

He stayed while you drifted in and out of sleep, mumbling nonsense. He stayed when you startled awake an hour later, shaky and disoriented, and pressed a cold water bottle into your hand. He stayed while you curled instinctively toward the warmth of him, eyes barely open, breathing a little easier just because he was there.

At some point, you felt him brush a feather-light kiss to your temple.

“You’re allowed to rest, y’know,” he whispered, like it was a secret meant only for you. “The world’s not gonna fall apart if you stop holding it up for five minutes.”

You wanted to argue. You always wanted to argue. But for once, you didn’t have the energy—and maybe that was a blessing.

So you just nodded weakly against his chest, heart slowing, body sinking deeper into the mattress.

Safe. Warm. Finally letting someone else carry the weight for once.

Jason's arms tightened around you, steady and sure.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself fall asleep without a single thing left on your to-do list.

Not a healer.

Just a girl who loved a boy who refused to let her burn herself out alone.

[dunmeshistash]

Do you know where the “mithrun is the most grizzed masculine elf take” comes from. All I think about is the changeling thing but no one calls Marcille the most masculine elf for being ripped as an orc compared to Tade. Or that he trains a lot, which is also not an inherent masculine thing. To me Mithrun doesn’t really look different to any other (male) elf we see. Is it from the extra’s or something?

Yes that take comes from the changeling transformations of both Mithrun and Senshi. The joke is the Senshi is the "most femme dwarf" and Mithrun the "most masc elf" in contrast with how they look in their original forms

I do think the joke kinda got out of control in the game of telephone that fandom is, instead of a fun observation of how we might perceive Mithrun more feminine than he is and Senshi more masculine than he is due to our own biases based on their races it got taken way too seriously as "the only true and correct interpretation"

I don't think Mithrun is especially masculine or feminine when it comes to his personality, I understand some people have been peeved by others making him maybe too meek/girly compared to canon but I feel like the response of making him way more aggressive/manly than canon is just as inaccurate and it's kinda upsetting when I see "fandom vs (my interpretation of canon) canon" as if they're any more right for going to the extreme opposite

We don't really know if Mithrun is specially "masculine" for an elf either, the only elf that we know is especially "masc" is Otta, and we only know cause her bio says even elves mistake her for a man (I think for most of us she looks as androgynous as the others)

Here's a post discussing elf gender presentation more in depth if you're interested in the subject but all we know is that Mithrun works out a lot and is very muscular (which signals 'manlyness' for us but might not for elves) there isn't much that point out to him being especially manly or especially feminine compared to other male elves. He also has lost most of his desires and doesn't express his preferences much so I think it's safe to assume he doesn't really pick how he presents himself (clothing and such).

Other than that and being stoic (is that a super manly trait?) Mithrun is pretty average I think. He's also still super cute even as a tallman (as if looking manly would stop you from being cute)

But another trait of him that seem to make people read him as "super manly" it's that sometimes Mithrun is scary and aggressive, I'm not even going into why that's bad (correlating aggressiveness with manliness is uh…. not great….) not even to mention he only acts that way when he's triggered by wanting to take revenge on the demon, otherwise he seems to avoid hurting others.

Related to the "Mithrun is a super manly elf" take I've even seen people argue that drawing him looking too "cute" and small is incorrect (probably just because of his tallman self) but that's how Kui draws him herself.

I don't understand why correct others for drawing him the same way his creator does, he's designed to look this way, there's nothing to "fix" about his original design either (nothing wrong with drawing him in a way that appeals to you more tho, fanart is fanart just don't harass other people)

Anyway just to stress the point that he is very average let's compare him to Lycion and Pattadol

The average height for elves is 155 for males and 150 for females Mithrun is 155cm, Lycion is 170cm and Pattadol is 160cm, they're both taller and have a sturdier looking builds than Mithrun

Kui often draws Pattadol specially with a sturdier build than Mithrun actually

So no he's not the most buff biggest elf ever in any sense (although he IS a muscular elf), and I don't think the changeling transformations are too objective since they're magic. For example Pattadol as a human is pretty average even tho she's big compared to other elves (not to mention Senshi half-foot who has a huge beard that half-foots don't seem to be able to grow)

[berry-potchy]

Indulge Me

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only please) Word Count: 7,072 Summary: You're a Spiderwoman who has ended up pinned underneath Miguel O'Hara in his lab one too many times. You're not sure what you are to him or what to call your relationship. And that would've been fine until your neediness kicked in and made you catch feelings. Surely, Miguel taking you to his room for the first time means something right? In which your lack of understanding of Spanish and denial of the hints Miguel drops are keeping you from realizing you already have what you want. Tags/warnings: pwp, p in v sex, rough sex, praise + light degradation, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, face sitting/riding, breeding kink, soft dom!Miguel, needy reader, recording, mirror sex adjacent, implied chubby reader, undefined relationship but soft feelings sprinkled in there as a treat, no use of y/n so lots of Spanish nicknames to make up for it, reader does not understand Spanish, brief sexy use of spider webs A/N: this is quite literally just a self-indulgent fic with most of my favorite Miguel x reader flavors. Not beta read but I hope you still enjoy it! (Translations are the end!)

Also on AO3

Edit: turns out some parts got messed up while I was posting here on Tumblr D: it's fine on AO3 though which is weird because I copied from this post instead of my doc because this has the correct spacing. Everything should be fixed now.

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Miguel has you standing in front of him between his parted legs as he sits on the edge of his bed. Even in this position, you were barely any much taller than him, only needing to tilt your head a bit to meet his red eyes. He looks at you from your face, down to the swell of your breast where his eyes are joined by a taloned finger on its journey downwards. You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the sharp talon cuts through your spandex suit, fully exposing your soft chest to the cold air of his quarters. He would argue that the stretchy translucent mesh with a spiderweb lace design on your chest area didn’t do shit to cover the fullness of your tits anyway so he didn't understand why you even bothered with it. It was for style obviously but riling up Miguel O’Hara was a great bonus. You let out a shaky breath as he continued further down until he stopped right below your navel.

“Que linda,” he says in that low sexy voice of his, very different from the usual grumpy tone he uses to chastise you. He snakes his arms around your hips, bringing you closer to him and his hands find your plush bottom, giving them a rough squeeze. You are getting so worked up by how much attention you are getting from your usually sulky boss. Your heaving chest is right in front of Miguel’s face and his lustful gaze almost feels like it is burning you. The heat spreads from your chest downwards until it pools in the pit of your stomach and between your legs.

“You ruined my suit,” you pout, not really that upset about it. You think it was hot honestly but you just want to tease him “Am I supposed to go on missions with my whole chest out now? Walk around the HQ flashing everyone?”

“Of course not,” he says, rolling his eyes. He continues to take in your figure, hands gently kneading soft flesh on your sides “I’m making you a new suit. Should be done very soon. It'll be the same design but it will offer far more protection than this flimsy thing.”

“Making me a suit just like yours? What so you can control it hm? Deactivate it whenever you want to fuck me?” You laugh, wiping the imaginary tear in your eye until you realize Miguel is silent and looks like he’s been caught red-handed. You lightly slap him on his arm, flustered. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”

Instead of answering you, he brings his head forward to close his lips on a clothed nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive erect bud. Your mouth opens as you let out a soft gasp at the sensation and you can feel the corner of Miguel’s lips twitch into a slight smirk. He teases your nipple alternating between flicking it with the tip of his tongue and giving it an audible suck. He pulls away for a split second only to give the same attention to your other nipple. You weave your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your tits. Your other hand is holding onto his shoulder for support as you urge him to keep going with your whimpers. His hands haven’t stopped exploring your body. His wide hands warm against your hips, ass, thighs, everywhere he can touch, squeezing your softness, committing every curve to memory.

“Migueeeel,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together to try to relieve the ache between your legs. You appreciate the attention to your nipples but your cunt was throbbing with need. You are so close to ripping the rest of your suit and panties off because the way the fabric is sticking to your wet pussy is becoming too uncomfortable.

“Miguel what, muñeca?” He pulls away, licking his lips. Those red eyes are now looking straight into yours and you feel yourself shiver. You try to look away but Miguel grabs your chin to keep you facing him. “Eyes on me. What do you want? Use your words.”

“Please,” your cheeks burn in embarrassment but Miguel just raised an eyebrow at you, unamused. “Stop teasing please.”

“Ah I see okay,” he says, taking his hands off you before standing up and walking to his closet.

“W-wait what are you doing?” you almost trip on your feet, knees feeling weak, as you chase after him. You grab his arm, tugging at it to get his attention as you pathetically look up at him.

“You said stop teasing so I’m getting you a shirt so you can go back to your world and get some rest,” he says as he looks through the neatly folded shirts in his closet. He’s stalling, pretending he was trying to choose one but he’s messing with you. There is no way he would let you go home tonight without getting at least a couple of orgasms wrung out of you. You aren’t leaving until he made sure you were stuffed full and dripping with his cum. You aren’t leaving tonight. Period. He knew you were too far gone with lust to figure that out yourself.

“Miggy, that’s not what I meant please,” you sob, pressing your body against him. Just the thought of being left unsatisfied was painful. “Please, Miggy, I need your mouth. And your cock please”

He finally looks at you and pulls you closer to him by your waist. You run your hands along his still clothed chest, feeling his heart beating with yours. You look up at him with glassy eyes, begging him to finish what he started. He coos at how desperate you were for release.

“You want my mouth and my cock?” he hums, still teasing. He easily lifts you up with one arm supporting your ass to carry you back to his bed. He’s carried you multiple times before but it never ceases to amaze you how he does it so effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hips bucking trying to get some friction against your still unfortunately clothed cunt. “Where do you want them, muñeca? You have to be more specific. Which one do you want first?”

“On my pussy, please. I need your mouth on my pussy. Miggy, I wanna cum on your face” you sobbed against his neck “And then- and then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cock. Only you can fill me up so good, Miggy. I need it.”

“Good girl,” he whispers right next to your ear, making you shudder “Now, was that so hard to do? Was it hard to tell me what you wanted?”

“Yes!” you bite his shoulder and you feel satisfaction when you hear him break character and snort. He shakes his head, smiling fondly while he sets you down on the bed.

"Qué voy a hacer contigo?" he brings his lips to your temple to whisper more softly "Qué haría sin ti?"

Your heart skips a beat at the gentleness of his tone. You’re not sure what he said but the genuine affection is evident. Intimate moments like this with Miguel are slowly becoming more and more frequent and you decide that you don’t mind it. You even crave it now. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you lean further toward him.

He pulls away but the fond look on his face doesn’t waver. He slaps your thigh, making the soft fat jiggle just how he likes it, as he moves to get settled in his bed.

“Put those lovely hips and thighs to use and ride my face, conejita.” He lies down, anticipating, patting his chest to encourage you to sit down.

You didn't need to be told twice. You rip off the rest of your suit, your heated skin meeting the cold air of his room making your nipples pebble painfully. You quickly take off your panties and toss them aside with your ruined suit. You squeal as you scramble to get on top of him. You position yourself on top of his waiting mouth, straddling his face but just hovering over his face, hands on the headboard to keep yourself steady. The smell of your arousal is almost too much for Miguel to bear at this proximity. The urge to lock you in his room for the next few days and not let you out until you’re thoroughly fucked and bred is getting hard to ignore. His fangs extend as his animalistic urges surface, yearning to bite you and mark you as his.

“Are you trying to tease me now? How can you ride my face if you don’t sit?” Miguel’s tone is deeper than it was just a second ago. There’s a certain roughness to it, a growl in his voice that makes your hole clench around nothing. He grips your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, waiting for you to sit down or he’ll make you. He’s trying to be patient, turning his head a little to mouth at the fat of your inner thigh. He licks a stray trail of your slick up your thigh, stopping just a breath away from where you both want his mouth to be. You feel him sigh, savoring your taste like he just drank the finest nectar, a promise of what’s to come.

“But Miguel–” you yelp when he suddenly pulls you down by your thighs and you immediately feel his tongue lapping at your aching cunt, his nose bumping deliciously against your swollen clit. He wasn’t going to hear your excuses. The only things he wants to hear coming out of your pretty lips are your moans and whines for more. The way Miguel is sucking and devouring your wetness so eagerly makes your head spin and your grip on the headboard tighten to steady yourself for a moment. He teases your hole, licking around the small opening before plunging in as far as he can, feeling you clench around his tongue. He grows impatient at your lack of movement and starts rocking you back and forth on his face by himself. He flattens his tongue for you to grind your pretty folds onto.

“Miggy, feels so good,” you whine, bending over to look at him from under you. He’s so pretty like this, forehead scrunched up from how focused he is eating you out, and when you get a peak of his nose and his cheeks, they’re shiny from being soaked by a combination of your wetness and his own spit. You take one of your shaking hands off the headboard to brush the hair away from Miguel’s forehead only for him to guide your hand into a fist, grabbing his hair, urging you to use it as leverage to ride his face harder. And who are you to say no to that?

You move your hips to try to match the pace he set for you, your thighs burn but you pay it no mind. Not when you feel that familiar delicious knot forming in your core. Your head lolls to the side and your eyes screwed shut as you immerse in the pleasure, grinding your cunt harder on Miguel’s tongue, nose, chin, anywhere you can get some friction, getting desperate to reach your orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum, Miggy. Gonn’ cum on your face” you whimper. You take your hand off the headboard and bring it to your tits, squeezing them, pinching at rubbing circles on your pebbled nipples. Miguel doesn’t stop lapping hungrily at your pussy, shaking his head from side to side as much as your grip on his hair allows. He groans as he watches in awe as you chase your own pleasure.

So close.

You’re so close you swear you can almost taste it.

Miguel could tell from how your hips stuttered and your pace growing frantic, rougher. He gives your clit another suck and that finally pushes you over the edge.

You feel the sweet release consume you like wildfire, your body tensing, back arching, toes curling. You can’t even hear yourself scream Miguel’s name, curling into yourself as he continues to suck on your oversensitive, pulsating clit. His hands held your shaking thighs steady, not letting you close them. It’s all too much.

“Miggyyy,” you sob pathetically, pawing at his head and his grip on you. You finally manage to pry an eye open only to see him watching you intently “Too much. I can’t-”

He doesn’t stop. He continues to lick stripes at your puffy folds and flick the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue albeit slower this time. He takes one of his hands away from your thigh and plunges two of his thick fingers knuckle deep inside your needy hole. He manages to find your sweet cushiony spot and puts enough pressure on it to make you see stars. That burning hot coil is back just mere seconds after your climax and if you could think at that moment, you’d think it’s unfair how he seems to know your body too well, knows just where to touch to make you unravel.

He adds another finger into your cunt, stretching you out for his cock, curling them inside you, and hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You know that it’s not enough, that it’s nothing compared to what’s coming for you. No matter how much prep you do it's going to be a tight fit and you can’t wait to be stretched to your limits once more. You stop fighting him, needing to chase after your orgasm, grinding your clit again on his tongue as he pumps his fingers in and out of your slutty hole.

Soon enough, you feel your second orgasm wash over you. You spill over his face, making a mess on his pillows and bedsheets. Your limbs go numb and this time you can’t even form words, just sobbing, babbling nonsense as your body shakes on top of Miguel. You would’ve fallen over if it wasn't for Miguel supporting your back with his free hand. You frantically tap his hand as you hiccup a pathetic “no more.”

Miguel relents and lets you catch your breath for a second. He kisses your puffy cunt one more time before moving you to lie on your back on the bed. He lifts your head to turn over the soiled pillow and fluff it up before getting you settled comfortably. You watch as he catches the dripping wetness from his chin with his equally soaked fingers and sticks them into his mouth, eyes rolling back and moaning at your sweet taste. You feel your cunt throb at the lewd action and you can’t help but let out a needy whimper from the back of your throat. It’s so unfair how much he affects you.

“Ay, pobrecita,” he coos at your flushed face with fat tears running down your cheeks as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and settles between your parted legs. “too much for mi conejita to handle? I know you can take more. Your pussy is so slutty, isn’t she? So needy. I doubt two orgasms is enough.”

He cups your face with one hand, thumb wiping away a tear on your cheek, his other hand brushing your hair away from your face, knowing how much you hate the feeling of it sticking to your skin. Your lower lip is jutting out in an adorable pout that he can’t help but kiss, catching your lip between his teeth. You scrunch up your nose and push his face away as you try to steady your breath.

You can see his naked chest rise and fall faster than usual, his mouth open to catch his own breath. You didn’t even notice when he disabled his suit but your eyes are thankful as you drink in the sight of his warm brown skin, stretching across the expanse of his unfairly defined body. He looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves, taking extra care to give him the most perfect proportions. How lucky are you to see this masterpiece up close? It would be a sin to not enjoy the view.

Your eyes trail down from his strong broad shoulders to his massive tits, and even further down to see his cock standing up proudly against his navel, the head dripping beads of precum and smearing it against his abs. Pride blooms in your chest as you realize that he’s just as affected as you are.

Your throat suddenly feels so empty. You lick your lips as you tear your eyes off his cock to look up at his face only to find his hungry gaze meeting yours. His eyes glint with danger as he takes in the sight of you in your post-orgasm haze, seemingly plotting his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long because, of course, he can’t keep his hands away from you.

He moves closer, making you spread your legs further. His hands grab at the back of your thighs to push them towards your torso, your knees almost touching your chest. Your dripping cunt twitches as it’s exposed to the cold air. Your hole clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.

“Que rico. Podría acostumbrarme a esto,” he says, his voice deep and rough with lust as his hands rub up and down your thighs, squeezing, feeling you. He drinks up the sight of you, so bare and exposed, all for him to take. “I could watch you like this all day. Maybe take a video of you right now so I can watch your pretty cunt pulsing, crying for me, anytime I want. Or…”

He takes his cock in one hand, running his thumb on the swollen tip to spread the beads of precum around, pumping his shaft with a few languid strokes. You yelp when he slaps his thick, heavy cock against your puffy folds.

“I could tie you up like this and keep you here for my own pleasure.” He starts moving his hips at a torturously slow pace, sliding his length along your wet folds, getting it lubricated by your own slick. He brings his hands back to your thighs and pushes them even further until you’re practically folded in half. “Keep you here to breed. Fill you up with so much cum and you’ll stay like this so it will surely take, yeah?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Miggy” you hiss as the tip of his cock keeps bumping into your throbbing clit “What’s stopping you from doing so huh? You have your web and your little surveillance bots. Put them to good use.”

“Of course, you’d love that, my pretty little slut,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he lines up the tip of his cock with your hole. Your eyelids flutter as you hold your breath in anticipation, waiting for that delicious stretch of being filled by his massive cock.

“Eyes on me, cariño,” he commands and you obey, looking up at him from under your lashes “That’s it, good girl.”

He starts to slowly press his cock into your greedy hole. Inch by inch, he sinks in, knocking the air out of your lungs. Midway, maybe, you can’t tell, there’s just so much of him, you start to feel a little faint, your shoulders tense and your mouth stuck hanging open. You feel so full of him, almost like he’s going to split you apart.

“Breathe for me,” he coos as he slowly presses more of him into you, filling you up more than what should be possible. He drapes your legs over his shoulders, his chest pressing against the back of your thighs as he uses his now free hands to cradle your face. You suck in a breath as he instructed and try to even out your breathing. “There you go. Keep breathing. Relax for me. Thaaat’s it. My sweet girl. So good for me.”

You preen at his words, warmth flooding your chest and going straight down to your pussy. His hands stay on your cheeks, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he pushes the last few inches in. You put your hands on top of his as you lean into his touch. He starts to grind his hips slowly, gently, getting you used to his size. The coarse dark curls at the base of his cock tickle your sensitive clit and the head of his cock softly probing at your cervix makes you roll your eyes back and whimper from the fullness.

“Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me haces, cariño,” he leans in to capture your lips into a deep kiss. Soft and gentle until both of you wanted more. One of his hands finds the back of your neck to tilt your head as he pleases as he tries to devour you. His tongue licks into your mouth and his fangs graze your lips with every movement. You hum against his lips as you feel him start to pull his hips back, letting his dick slide halfway out before snapping his hips forward to plunge himself back inside, his balls lewdly smacking against your ass. And he keeps doing it over, and over again making you moan oh so wantonly.

“Estás tan rica. Estás hecha para mí, mi amor,” he whispers against your lips. The breathlessness and the hint of desperation for release in his voice make you shiver. His pace picks up, thrusts growing rougher with it. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you and skin slapping against skin echo around his room. The only other sounds you can hear are your combined sounds of pleasure, calling out each other’s names.

You pull on the hand that Miguel has on your cheek to lace your fingers together, his large hand easily dwarfing yours, his talons folded back to not hurt you. Your other hand slips between your bodies, travelling downwards to feel where you two are connected. There’s a deep rumble coming from Miguel’s chest and he presses your sweaty foreheads together, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. Your tight heat is milking his cock so perfectly and at this rate, he’s not going to last long.

“Miggy,” you whine, keeping your eyes on his. His irises seem a little more brown as he looks at you so tenderly, making you feel like you are going to melt into a puddle of goo. He brings your joined hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles and you think you really just might turn into goo.

His thrusts get messier and more frantic You feel the familiar coil building up in your stomach. You lift your hand from between your legs to press firmly against the area below your navel and the sensation is electrifying. You can feel his cock pistoning in and out of you from where you are touching. You can feel him rearranging your insides, molding your pussy to accommodate him and only him, ruining you for anyone else.

“Mi niña hermosa, mi niña linda. Mía. Toda mía.” he moans into your ear, almost whiney and you know he’s near the edge. He starts peppering kisses on your neck, licking, sucking, grazing the sensitive skin with his fangs but not sinking them in yet. He takes the hand you aren’t holding to rest on your hand on your lower stomach. His thumb reaches further down to stroke your clit earning him a shaky whine from you.

“Cum for me again, hermosa,” he lifts his head to look at your flushed face. You’re sure you look like a mess but to him, you’re more beautiful than the brightest twinkling stars on a clear night sky. “Let me see your pretty face when you cum.”

And with that, you’re gone, pushed over the edge, screaming his name, squirting clear liquid up to his chest. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hold on his hand tightens, and your legs on his shoulders shake and flail from another intense orgasm. There’s ringing in your ears but you faintly hear him cooing at you, whispering sweet words you can’t quite understand.

Miguel is still fucking into you with messy, frantic thrusts and ragged breaths but it doesn’t take long for him to follow, not when your velvety walls are pulsing, contracting on his dick. He puts a large hand on the space beside your head for support, his claws tearing through the pillowcase, as he drives his hips into yours a few more times before spilling inside you with a deep growl. He paints your insides with his cum as he rides his high with a few more shallow thrusts. You clench around him trying to squeeze as much cum out of him with your tight hole and he whimpers your name.

Both of you pant in unison, trying to catch your breath after that life-altering orgasm together. You turn your head to the side to kiss the inside of Miguel's wrist next to your head. Miguel doesn’t want to move. Everything is too perfect at that moment. You’re perfect.

But he has more plans for you tonight.

He takes your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist as he adjusts the both of you so he can lay down comfortably on top of you, putting most of his weight on his elbows on the bed. His dick still plugged in your hole, keeping his seed inside and refusing to part with your tight heat.

“Miggy,” you softly call him, looking at his relaxed face resting on your shoulder, eyes closed.

“Hm?”

“... pull out.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Fine, but only because I want to,” he grumbles, clearly not wanting to pull out. He gets on his knees again so he can at least watch your sloppy hole fluttering as he slowly pulls out. A thick milky ring of your combined fluid sits at the base of his cock. His eyes darken as he sees your cunt trying to clench at air and his cum starts to drip out of you. He can’t have that. He collects the trail of cum with his fingers so he can stuff them back inside of you.

“Miggy, come back here,” you pull at his hand and when he doesn’t budge, you add “You can just cum inside me more later. I need cuddles.”

That gets him to leave your fucked out hole alone. For now. Miguel kisses your stomach up to the valley between your breasts to your neck and lingers on your lips. He goes back to his earlier position on top of you. You drape your arms around his neck as you hum in contentment against the kiss. He smiles and moves to mouth at your sensitive neck, planting soft kisses, licking and sucking as he moans and pants in your ear.

“Miggy, I’m sleepy now,” you turn to look at him. You know what he’s doing. You know that he’s trying to turn you on again. And it’s working.

“You can do one more, mami. One more for me,” he says. He’s almost pouting, almost begging “You said I can cum in you again.”

“I didn’t mean right away. I just came three times already” you whined wrapping your arms around his broad chest. you want to feel him close.

“Mmm, you can cum four times. Maybe more because you’re such a needy little whore,” he murmurs into your neck, not stopping his ministrations. “My cum slut who loves being bred. We’re not going to end the night without your tummy full of cum I promise you that, cariño.”

You roll your eyes at him but you don't push him away and instead start playing with the short curly hairs at the back of his neck, ignoring the way your pussy shivered at his perverted words. You find comfort in his warmth and weight on top of you. You inhale his familiar deep masculine scent and it almost lulls you to sleep until you feel something wet and hard poking at your thigh.

“How are you hard again?” you say in disbelief as you look down and sure enough, Miguel’s dick is erect and ready to go for another round.

“It’s been a while since we had sex and my hand could only do so much to make up for your absence, cariño,” he huffs as gets up on his knees to turn you over and slap your ass. The sound of his palm meeting the sticky wet skin of your ass is undeniably lewd. “And what about needing to get you pregnant does not make sense to you? Get on your hands and knees for me. That baby is not gonna make itself.”

You plant your knees on the mattress and present your ass to him but you don't bother to lift your upper body from the bed. You keep your face down against the softness of his pillows. You didn't want him to see the giddy smile on your face from hearing that he hasn't slept with anyone else. His cum starts dripping out of your hole, coating your clit with creamy white and Miguel almost cums again on the spot.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His large hands grab at your ass, kneading them. His thumbs spread your puffy lips apart so he can watch your cunt try to keep his cum inside. You groan as you force your arms to lift you up. “There’s my good girl.”

He smacks your ass which earned him a yelp from you. His lips curl up as he watches the flesh of your ass jiggle from the impact.

“Get on with it,” you whine, wiggling your ass to entice him to move faster. For someone who wanted to stop at the third round, you sure are impatient to be filled again.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he chuckles as he guides his cock back inside your wet heat. “There you go, mami. Back where it belongs.”

You moan loudly as you feel him grinding his hips, driving his dick as deep as he can reach inside you. Your eyes flutter close, as you savor the stretch of your hole around his fat cock once more. You couldn’t agree more with his words.

You hear Miguel from behind you input a command on a device. It beeps obnoxiously like it’s mocking you. It’s the last thing you want to hear while he is balls deep inside you, his girthy cock stretching you deliciously and filling you up so good. You think to yourself what was so important that Miguel can't put his gizmo down and enjoy the feeling of your warm, tight pussy on his dick? Right after insisting you can go for one more round?

You are about to snap at him for being ungrateful until a hologram appears in front of you. It shows a live video feed of his very own bed and a clear view of your fully naked self on your hands and knees getting ur insides rearranged by your boss. Your hair is a mess and your makeup is all smudged from how he made you cry from all the begging and overstimulation earlier. And he looks so big compared to you, having to bend low to align his hips with yours. You didn't even notice the recording devices planted around the room until now from how your brain was so fogged by lust. There seem to be at least three around the room from different angles. Well, it turns out he wasn’t just bluffing when he said he could record you earlier.

You wonder if he always had those set up. You haven’t really been to his room before. The few “encounters” you had with Miguel happened in his laboratory on his silly little platform, both of you too consumed by lust to think about moving to a more private area. It’s rather unlikely that they’re for actual safety reasons when they all just record the same area. You entertain the idea that him taking you to his room tonight is not just a spur-of-the-moment thing, that he might have all of this set up for tonight for when he has you writhing in pleasure on his bed. How thoughtful, you think. It makes you clench around his dick.

"You really are a pervert," you quip to annoy him. Clearly, the urge to mess with him hasn’t been thoroughly fucked out of you yet. You didn't even get to laugh at your own childish remark when Miguel abruptly starts thrusting his hips without warning, harder this time, dragging out a surprised whimper from you. His tip is bullying your cervix, testing the line between pleasure and pain but you love it. Your eyes meet Miguel's intense red glare on the screen.

"You're still talking," he tuts, his head shaking like he's some kind of pet owner trying to reprimand a disobedient pet "Let me fix that, cariño.”

He brings his large calloused hands back on you – where they belong, you think to yourself, echoing Miguel’s words. His left hand is firm on the flesh of your waist, you are sure they are going to bruise once he’s done with you. His other hand fondles your breasts, the sharp talons on his fingertips lightly grazing your soft skin. You know that when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow morning you’d look like you barely got away from being mauled by a feral beast, evidence of how Miguel O'Hara had his way with you and how you enjoyed every single second of it.

You cry out his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s so deep inside you that you can almost feel him in your chest, his thrusts fucking the air out of your lungs.

“Miggy, Mi…. Mig– ah, ah Mi– haaaa –guel ahhh”

Your eyes roll back at the continuous assault on your sweet spot and your cervix with every deep thrust. High-pitched whines come out of your throat as your arms give out from under you, making you fall face-first on the soft mattress. It all feels so good but overwhelming. You think you’re going to pass out.

“Que rico, mami,” he pulls your hair so you can face the screens. “Look at yourself. Beautiful. Taking my cock so well. Don’t worry. I have this all recorded if you’re too cock drunk to watch yourself now, cariño.”

You can't say anything back. You try really hard to come up with something but the only word that comes out of your mouth is “please” over and over again becoming progressively needier each time. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, his chest flushed against your back, allowing him to rock you back against his forceful thrusts.

“Gonn’ make sure I put a baby in you tonight, cariño,” he growls in your ear. “I can’t wait to see your tummy swell in a few months. You’ll look divine, I won't be able to take my hands off you even more.”

His eyes are back to a glowing red as they meet yours that are glazed over by tears and lust. His hand tightens his hold on your hair making you tilt your head further, exposing more of your neck for him to suck bruises on. Your tits are bouncing freely at his aggressive pace. Coupled with the high-pitched moans coming out of your mouth, it’s all so pornographic. It makes you feel like liquid fire is running through your veins and pooling into your stomach.

“You’re gonna cum for me? Let go. Come on. cum for me, mami,”Miguel grunts in your ear, his hand on your hair letting go so he can greedily grab at your tits. “I wanna feel your cunt pulsing on my cock. Can you do that for me? Of course, you can. Going to milk me dry.”

And just like that, you throw your head back on his shoulder, eyes screwing shut as another wave of orgasm crashes down on you. Miguel follows closely, filling you up with more cum that drips down your thighs and on the bedsheets. Your body slumps back against his, too tired to keep yourself upright. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes, content with feeling Miguel’s warm body against yours.

“I got you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and moving you to lie down on the bed. You hum in contentment, letting him care for your tired body. He bends down to plant a kiss on your forehead before he pulls away. You miss his touch already.

A beeping sound lets you know that he turned off the monitors. You feel him taking the soiled bedsheets, getting up from the bed to get fresh ones. You have half the mind to reach out to him and tell him he can clean up later so you can cuddle now. Your mouth, however, doesn’t want to move so instead you groan as you blindly reach your hands out.

Miguel chuckles at your antics, walking back with fresh sheets and a damp towel to wipe off the sticky mess from your body. He sits next to you on the bed and brings the towel to your tear-stained cheeks, gently dabbing the area around your eyes to get rid of the messed up traces of mascara and eyeliner. You take your hand to rest on your chest trying to calm your wildly beating heart.

The comfortable silence, unfortunately, doesn’t last long. You hear the unmistakable voice of Lyla cut through the air.

“Heeeey, bossman! Heeeey, girlie!” she drawls and your eyes snap open as you snatch the sheet from Miguel’s hands to cover yourself.

“Ay, coño! I thought I said no alerts tonight,” Miguel looks pissed, rubbing his face in frustration before moving to turn off his watch. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Wait, wait! Sorry to interrupt the big night, Miguel, but it’s an emergency. Trust me you’ll want to fix this now,” Lyla raises her hands in surrender before Miguel presses a button. She turns to you, looking apologetic and asking for help “Then you can go back to babymaking, right, dollface?”

“I–” you flush, choking on your own words. You begrudgingly turn to Miguel, your lower lip caught in between your teeth. You lower your eyes as an ugly feeling crawls up your chest.

“It sounds important. You should go,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak up any louder. “I’d say I can be back up but I can hardly move so you’re on your own, big guy.”

Miguel sighs and gets up, telling Lyla to send him the information and that it better be worth his time.

You are already sexually satisfied and tired – that’s what four orgasms could do to you – but you are a little upset and sulky that Miguel has to be called in for work right now. Stupid anomaly or whatever it is. It’s probably important and a universe out there might be in grave danger. But you can't help feeling like shit about it though.

You like how soft Miguel gets when he cleans you up after sex. You like it when he picks up your tired form and whispers soft words to you in Spanish. Plus, you were looking forward to cuddles. What’s the use of having sex in his room on his bed if not to cuddle afterward and wake up next to each other the next day? And then, suddenly, in the early morning light, realize that you’ve been madly in love with each other all along. Okay, you are more than just a little upset.

Miguel notices you pouting and your eyes getting glassy with tears as you try to roll off the bed. He shoots his glowing red web at you, trapping you where you are before going back to readjusting his watch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, walking back to the bed as he makes sure his suit is all good and ready for the mission. He kneels on the bed to drag you to lie on your back.

“What are you doing? I'm going to take a shower,” you sniffle trying to avoid his eyes “I’ll take care of myself. you should go”

He hums as he takes both your wrists in one hand and forces them above your head to secure them together with his webs.

“Miggy?” you look at him and there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. He darts his tongue across his lower lip and you feel a shiver run up your spine.

He doesn’t respond. He only keeps looking at you like he’s going to devour you once more. He brings your legs up to the position he had in before, knees to your chest, cunt fully exposed to him. You blush and your heart starts pounding in your chest. He shoots out more of his web, making sure you’re comfortable and your legs are securely tied in that position.

“Good?” he whispers and you nod in response “Words, cariño.”

“Perfect,” you moan, your chest heaving with need. He smiles at you fondly, caressing your cheek with a curled finger, and plants chaste kisses on your temple, your nose, and the corner of your mouth until he reaches your lips. He hums in contentment as he savors the feel of your lips against his. Then, he pulls away reluctantly and puts on his mask. He sets his watch to the right coordinates opening up a portal to wherever the universe needs saving.

“I’ll be back as fast as I can. I’ll make sure that anomaly regrets ever being made for interrupting my plans for our night,” he grumbles and gives you one last kiss through his mask for good luck. “And then it’s going to be all about you for the rest of the night, hm? I promise.”

He walks into the portal backwards so he can look at you until it closes and takes him away. Your heart flutters in your chest, anticipating what’s to come as you feel the webs digging deliciously into your soft flesh.

•🕷️────✧˖°˖🕸️˖°˖✧────🕷️•

Translations:

Que linda - how pretty

muñeca - doll

cariño - dear/darling

Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Qué haría sin ti? - What am I going to do without you?

conejita - little rabbit

pobrecita - poor thing

que rico - “[you] look good” (literal: tastes good)

Podría acostumbrarme a esto - I could get used to this

Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me haces - You're so beautiful. You don't know what you do to me

Estás tan rica. Estás hecha para mí, mi amor - You feel so good. You were made for me, my love

Mi niña hermosa, mi niña linda. Mía. Toda mía. - My beautiful girl, my sweet girl. Mine. All mine.

mami - mommy (as an endearment for a partner)

coño - pussy

A/N: so many thanks to my friend who helped me with translating and giving me tips on some better Spanish terms to use 🙏

[jennistarjs]

Rings of Power Characters Do The Christmas Quiz

Team Elves:

Galadriel – Thinks she always knows the right answer and will argue with anyone who disagrees with her. Gets in a huge argument with 'Annatar' about the lyrics to 'Last Christmas' which drowns out half of the music round.

Elrond – The designated person to write down his team's answers. Uses the opportunity to correct Galadriel's wrong answers. Secretly wishes he was on Durin's team - they look like they're having more fun.

 Gil-galad – Wrote the quiz, so is not allowed to compete.

 Celebrimbor – Excels at anything to do with history or translation. Absolutely abysmal in the music round.

 Cirdan – Only knows things that happened in the First Age, anything modern completely passed him by.

 Arondir – Backs up Galadriel when she insists on her wrong answers, but when he occasionally has the right answer, she will listen to him.

 Team Dwarves:

Durin IV – Too busy getting the beers in and making sure everyone is wearing a Christmas hat.

 Disa – Aces the music round.

 King Durin III – Asleep in a chair - he's had a long day fighting Balrogs.

 Narvi – Tries to secretly get the right answers from Celebrimbor using a very complex series of hand gestures. Gets discovered and promptly thrown off the team.

 

Team Pelargir:

Theo – Texts in a corner and refuses to get involved, but has excellent knowledge of current events which he will throw out here and there.

 Estrid – Will sit there silently until she suddenly comes up with the right answer for a random question just at the last minute.

 Isildur – Talks himself into knots trying to figure out the right answers to the cryptic Christmas crossword round and misses the rest of the quiz as a result.

 

Team Numenoreans:

Elendil – He knows a lot of the right answers but he loyally waits for Miriel to say it. If she doesn't, he politely suggests it.

 Miriel – Knows Elendil could win the quiz singlehandedly and sometimes pretends not to know the answer just so he can suggest it.

 Pharazon – Googles the answers under the table.

 Earien – Horrifically competitive and will shout down the quiz organiser if she thinks the correct answers are wrong.

 Valandil – Just wants to have a nice time in the pub and didn't ask for any of this.

Kemen – Wasn’t invited. Now blocked from the group chat.

 

Team Halflings (plus Stranger):

Nori and Poppy – They only have the answers to the Christmas food round. They completely ignore the rest of the rounds in favour of eating their way through a huge cheeseboard.

 The Stranger – Comes up with the answers for the previous rounds in the middle of the current round. Gets super confused when he realises they've already moved on.

 Tom Bombadil – Has the most eclectic knowledge. Knows the answers to the obscure stuff but cannot for the life of him work out the anagram of 'Whtie Chrstimas'.

 

Team Bad Guys:

Adar – The only one who beats Elrond in the literature and poetry round. Stops the rest of the Orcs from declaring war on the Elves when they lose the music round, but only just.

 Sauron – Wanders around in the form of Annatar sowing the seed of doubt into the Elves minds until he gets distracted in his argument with Galadriel. The night ends when Durin throws a beer over him.

(The Elves win, mostly because of Elrond, but also because Gil-galad marks the quizzes and gives them lots of sneaky half points)

[gaijinhunter]

I am writing this as a Tumblr post because I don't want to make a video, as I feel this person is just trying to engagement bait me so he can grow his channel. Looking at his videos, he has seen an increase in views for videos that have been clickbait or trying to "call out" something. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do to grow your channel, but I am not about that.

Iixxion recently made a video and for the third time already, is rambling on about how he has been annoyed that he ran into people that referred to the portable series of MH games as being developed by a different "B team" than the ones that make the non-portable game's "A team". Of course, that notion is incorrect, anyone with a brain knows that both lines of MH games are created by Division 2 in Capcom Osaka and that there is plenty of overlap between titles in terms of staff. He argues that this misconception is the cause of tribalism and animosity in the MH community and is the single most dangerous issue in terms of growing the user base. My perspective is that there is indeed a divide on people who like the portable series and those who don't (which is fine!), and released platforms also contributed to that division, but no one is writing off any mainline game (MH, MHF, MHG, MHF2, MH2, MHFU, MH3, MH3U, MHP3, MH4, MH4U, MHGen, MHGU, World, Iceborne, Rise, Sunbreak) because it was made by some separate unrelated team.

The issue is that he blames me for this apparent misconception and points to my video from 2020 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhpDnFU6lAo) where I cover the rich history of KH games and how each of the games and the portable series' games, have influenced the franchise as a whole and what features each entry introduced. He says that my video is one of the main sources of this division and that it is somehow my vague wording around the different teams on each MH title has caused horrible damage and that I am irresponsible and lazy for this. (BRUH)

Not only was my video just 4 years ago and focused on the development history and features of each title, if there was tribalism between console and portable games, that existed long before 2020. But he uses a Staw Man argument to "call me out" which is to argue against the notion of an A team and B team that are completely separate from each other, which isn't something I ever said in the first place. When i corrected him, he counters with "so you agree with me then" and that is when I realized it would be useless to discuss with him and took a look across his past videos and found a pattern of engagement farming, so I decided to just delete my comments on his videos and walk away from it.

If you want to make an argument against vague wording, it could be him saying the only consistent difference between the members that work on a "console" game versus the "portable series" games is the Director. That OFC is not true.

Some fun data looking at staff rolls.

Very natural overlap in the areas that you'd imagine with game design and programming being the main specialized fields.

Now if you want to argue semantics, then there isn't even a "monster hunter team"--it simply doesn't exist. Only Capcom developers exist and if you had to split them into distinct teams, that is Division 1 and 2.

He would likely say "see, he is supporting my argument, told you!" or "why weren't you this clear in your history video" but that is because he is making a false connection between some crap he read online, and my video and he sees me as the main cause of this "tribalism". A very disappointing conclusion he came to. My video wasn't about team compositions, it was about the franchise title history, and I pulled and used data all from official sources and interviews with the directors themselves.

I guess when you work hard across multiple years to make fun and hopefully informative videos on a franchise, the more you get targeted with bad faith arguments or engagement farming. Doesn't make it less tiring...

Stop worrying about reddit user tribalism over console/portable games, the games do have a different game design philosophy and on different consoles, so some division is to be expected, and we have so much cool news to focus on than to waste time creating drama for clicks. Be better.

-Gaijinhunter

[heyits-kris]

Ok, hear me out.

!!calling all BoBoiBoy fans with this one!!

We know monsta like to end BoBoiBoy with a bang (this is in a literal sense like big anime fight scene)

Now we know that by this point it will probably end with all the elementals reaching their 3rd forms.

We already got rimba and beliung(kinda). And we almost got nova and blizzard. Now I would argue that halilintar already got an arc for his element.

So the only one left is solar and gempa.

So here's my idea, what if the final arc is about those two having troubles because of their elementals past with Retak'ka and Tok Kasa.

Like Solar would be scared/worried that he might turn out like Retak'ka. I mean BoBoiBoy losing control when he got a new power isn't uncommon.

(Looking at taufan, api and cahaya when they first came out. The more destructive one. I mean Hali got a villain moment!)

(It's funny that all that happened and then there's daun and duri. He's just silly ^⁠_⁠^ . And air and ais who are just chill. Pun intended.)

But plot twist, it's gempa who went out of control when he got crystal.

Because I think he should at least have 1 crazy moment. Even when he was first introduced, he was the only one in the ori trio to not go wrong.

And don't you dare say that guy doesn't have the capacity to be crazy and out of control. Have you seen gentar!? Half of that is at least him.

So what happened will be, he turn into crystal and go crazy. This make solar turn into gamma to stop him from hurting people. You can get the other elements join in too. Then he calms down and they all team up to fight whatever villain they're fighting.

And that ladies and gentlemen is my take on how the 3rd forms and evolution should happen.

Thank you for listening and mic drop.

(This whole thing happened cause I got bored and reread the whole comic looking for any clues for the future plot. And I found one scene in the comic that they kinda rewrote/cut out in the show.

Which was a scene of tok Kasa training BoBoiBoy with beliung if i'm correct. And BoBoiBoy ask him why he doesn't he just teach BoBoiBoy the crystal element. And Tok Kasa loudly said "No!" cause he doesn't remember how to unlock the power anymore. Which I would call bullcrap. This man lied about knowing Retak'ka, and for the record he lied a lot about other important informations in the past.

So why the secrets? So far from what we can tell gempa/tanah is a pretty stable element (pun intended). I know it's probably just the writers using it as an excuse so we could have plots and arcs but still. They better make up a reason for it.

I also want the elementals to have more plots with eachother and interact with eachother (other than designated duos like blaze & ice, duri with solar, taufan & Hali). The last one barely get any interaction nowadays. Also I really like gempa and he's my favourite.)

[ayukaze]

Besties we got new Digimon Adventure merch art!!!

After sort of a dry spell in since April due to all the collabs actually getting their proper run in cafes/stores etc, there is finally some excitement for the 25th Anniversary celebrations again (tbh they should've announced this on the livestream smh smh) . The theme this time is "marine" and it's a nice follow up to the Digimon Tamers merch that was announced about a month ago.

The vibe of being part of a crew is coming off really well through the outfit design, but the key point is the pins of their crest and the type of hat that the kid is wearing. If you look closely, Koushiro, Takeru among the boys are not wearing the officer style hat but berets and their pins are missing as well, similarly for Hikari her beret hat is differently style than the other girls with the missing pin. Koushiro and Takeru are also not wearing ties like the other boys but the sailor knot, which leads me to believe that this is a reference to the their roles on the ship, implying that Koushiro, Hikari and Takeru still lack a designation.

When we look at the other kids, the difference in roles becomes much clearer.

While Taichi greets us with a perfect salute, Yamato takes the helm. A very interesting take where Taichi (as the Captain?) sets direction and Yamato ensures that they follow his desired path. Tbvh I could write a whole essay about why this specific depiction of their roles is so groundbreaking, but for now I'll just end on how whenever they're depicted as a team, the sense of equilibrium between the two of them is never lost.

PS: I also love Agumon's little lop sided hat, he is trying his best to support Taichi and that's just adorable.

Next we have Sora and Mimi and again the detailing in their positions to their actual roles in the show is very visible. Sora is on lookout duty, keeping watch against any unchartered occurrences, making sure that the crew can be alerted before disaster falls. Mimi on the other hand, is most likely the stewardess, and is keeping the morale up with her cheers and support! Love the little crests flags she is waving, and the groupings of the crest is definitely interesting 🫣 Jou with the map of their course is very apt as well, in the show we see him attempting to find his footing as the voice of reason between Taichi and Yamato arguing many times, so now he's here making sure that the two stick the job they have been given, ready to correct the course if any tensions rise.

Koushiro, Hikari and Takeru are for me the most interesting of the lot for the reasons pointed out earlier. While the other kids are portrayed as taking some sort of role on the ship, these three seem to be enjoying their times as cadets (in training?). Especially Takeru and Hikari, who are the youngest, are having fun playing around with their partners. Koushiro on the other hand, definitely wants to contribute in some way, and maybe the best way Taichi and Yamato could get him to stop tailing them was to put him on fishing duty lol.

All in all, this is a great piece of illustration, I'm glad we got some more new outfits! If someone has a more in depth understanding of how things work on a cruise ship or similar, please share your thoughts and let me know how you interpret the roles here!

[theramblergal]

Shikhandi headcanons, pretty please? No pressure, ik you're busy with the pandava-panchali event and all that but if you get time can you please share your headcanons about him?

Ooh yes, I've many headcanons about him:

He grew up very isolated because of the whole "born a girl, but raised a boy" thing. He wasn't allowed to go outside the palace complex when he was younger, because of Drupada's paranoia of the truth getting out.

To cope with being so isolated, he spent a lot of time painting and exploring other forms of art. Drupada was uncomfortable with him doing such a "feminine" thing, but Prishati often argued with him to let Shikhandi do what he wanted.

Most of his artworks were abstract; he used red and black very often. They were all very unsettling to look at, because Shikhandi painted to get all of his unspoken rage out, both from his treatment as a child and his previous life.

He has a rocky relationship with both his parents, though he trusts Prishati a bit more than Drupada.

When he was younger, he would fall into black moods where he would speak to no one; if anyone tried to speak to him, he would snap at them viciously. When he was told the story of his previous life, he understood the rage that constantly bubbled under his skin: the source of those black moods.

He would wear binders all the time—mostly silken cloth wrappings, from his early childhood, as his father ordered.

Constantly wearing binders for prolonged periods of time (read: multiple hours a day, for many years, with little break) reduced his lung capacity, limiting his ability to take deep breaths and allowing him to get fatigued more easily. This also affected his combat performance, even in his male body.

He was around 9 when Satyajita was born, and he took an active role in raising his younger siblings (previous experience raising Ambika and Ambalika came to play here).

When he was a teenager, he went through a very rough time dealing with his periods, adding to his dysphoria (have I used that right? please correct me if this is wrong!): they were irregular due to his high stress circumstances, and he took herbal concoctions designed to stop his flow, though it didn't always succeed. When he did end up having his periods, which were painful, he would completely isolate himself for that duration, not allowing even Prishati to help him.

His wife found out that Shikhandi was female on the night they were supposed to consummate their marriage (a few months after their wedding).

Even after his transformation, he still retained a somewhat softer jawline.

He always wears his hair quite short (shorter than most men in that time would), and one time his wife cut her own hair away to accompany him.

He and his wife (I haven't decided on a name T-T) have a tumultuous relationship: she accepts him fully but they argue often over even the pettiest things and she frequently accuses him of not trusting him.

He's extremely protective over Drau, right from when she was born, being the only daughter of the royal family.

He tries to be a better father to Kshatradeva than Drupada was to him, though he doesn't always succeed.

When Bhishma fell, he didn't feel very satisfied.

His chronic shortness of breath slowed him enough to kill him in the night when he was fighting with Ashvatthama.

I'm not satisfied with this—I still have so many headcanons for him but let's stick with these for now.

[laura1633]

Have you ever written secret omega for lestappen?

I have written a secret omega lestappen but it was also an alternative universe with Charles as a secret omega F1 driver and Max as an alpha cuddle therapist. I actually removed it off ao3 as I wanted to work it into a longer story so I can't link it but I have included it below the cut.

Max could still very vividly recall just how surprised everyone was when he presented as an alpha. He too had long suspected that he was an omega. It was a reasonable assumption, he seemed to possess all the qualities people liked to associate with omegas and very few alpha traits.

His dad had been overjoyed, apparently alphas were strong and far more likely to succeed in business. He tried his best to look at the positives, his father was technically correct, society seemed to have some very outdated views about omegas in the workplace. At least presenting as an alpha gave him more opportunities in life. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

During his teenage years he tried to fit into the mould that had been laid out for him. He was boisterous which at times spilled into anger and aggression. He tried to go into everything full on without fear and take what he wanted. For the most part he got away with it. When he picked fights people wrote it off as just something young alphas did, when he argued people mostly backed down or backed away. It never came naturally though and as he got a little older his behaviour started to feel more erratic and out of control rather than strong and stable.

A complete misjudgement in his early twenties changed the course of his life for the better. After a few too many drinks he had gotten himself into a fight with a much, much larger alpha and had ended up in hospital. When he was eventually discharged, still battered and bruised, he decided to stop pretending to be something he wasn’t and set out to become the alpha he always wanted to be. He let himself be vulnerable and display his emotions openly, he softened and calmed. The best part was that the more he settled into his new ways the more he realised that everything he had learnt about omegas and alphas was based on oversimplified ideas.

Whilst his new outlook may not have impressed his father it did lead him to his job and he loved his job more than anything because he was finally doing something good in the world.

The alpha buzzed the apartment for his newest client. Today was the first meeting, a time to reassure and explain all the benefits that came along with cuddling. It was also a chance for the client to set their boundaries and really think about their needs. Max was realistic, he knew a lot of people did not understand the virtues of cuddle therapy but he one hundred percent believed in it. He had evidence to back it up too, he had helped so many people.

Yesterday he had spent the morning cuddled up to an elderly omega who had lost her husband a year prior and just wanted to feel some level of intimacy and warmth without the guilt or hassle of trying to find someone new. Then there were clients who were dealing with stress but had no-one else to turn to, he would feel them settling into his arms and slowly relaxing. Then there were omegas who had had traumatic experiences with alphas and needed reassurance. When it came down to it most people had a basic need for comfort and kindness but didn’t always have a support system in place to provide it and he was more than happy to be there to help them through the tough times.

This client was his first ‘celebrity’. Not that they would be treated any differently. Each client was special and unique and the sessions were designed around their individual needs. It did however mean he had had to sign a very lengthy non disclosure agreement, and that was how he came to discover that F1 World Champion Charles Leclerc was not an alpha but an omega.

Max knocked on the door and patiently waited, when Charles eventually answered he looked a little hesitate but let him in.

“I don’t know how we start..” Charles mumbled, clearly a little stressed.

“We can just talk first” Max smiled reassuringly.

“You can’t tell anyone any of this can you? I just, if people find out then I will not be allowed to drive” Charles chewed on the sleeve of his oversized jumper.

“No I can’t and I would never. The whole point of this is for you to relax. Why don’t you tell me what you are hoping to get out of this?”

“Honestly, I just… I just want to be held. I have to spend all my time pretending that I am something I am not, sometimes I just want to lie in an alpha’s arms” Charles felt his face blushing red.

“That is understandable”

“It is?” Charles looked up hopeful.

“Of course. Human interaction is so important, genuine human interaction”

Charles smiled, “See this is what I mean, I can get a friendly hug or a pat on the back but I just.. well I am off my suppressants for winter break and I just.. I just need…to be myself and feel nice”

“We can do that” Max assured, he knew a little about trying to be something you weren’t. He may not have had to go on suppressants but he had certainly suppressed his true self for years. He would never push Charles to reveal his true designation but he would certainly give him as much comfort as he could.

“Can we just .. I mean I would prefer not to talk much”

“That is fine, this is your time, whatever you need” Max reassured. He preferred to talk first, to find out what the client needed so he could plan appropriately but some clients just wanted physical contact straight away, which was fine, he found those same clients opened up eventually.

“Do you do it here or like on a bed or in silence or ..”

“It is however you are most comfortable. We can of course cuddle in bed but I find most clients prefer something a little less intense the first time. Maybe cuddle here, in front of a movie if you would prefer”

“Sure, yes that would be good” Charles exhaled deeply, already flicking on the television and finding something inoffensive to put on.

“Okay I am going to hug you now Charles, let me know if you want me to move away or if anything is uncomfortable or overwhelming”

Charles nodded, he wasn’t entirely sure how a hug could be overwhelming but then again he had never actually snuggled up to alpha properly before. He had pretty much given up intimacy for racing. He took breaks in his suppressants and lived as an omega in the confines of his home during winter break but he could never chance a hook up or a relationship.

The omega shuffled a little closer into the alpha’s arms and tried to settle against their chest. Max’s body was warm, his chest broad and soft, his arms large and muscular. It was exactly what Charles was hoping it would be. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of cedarwood that blended so beautifully with his own sweet scent.

As Max wrapped his arms around him and held him close Charles felt himself drifting in and out of sleep, each time waking up to hear himself purring contently until he felt like he was floating. The omega took steadying breaths, moaning softly as he concentrated on Max’s chest rising and falling and the sound of his heartbeat.

“Are you okay Charles?”

“Yes, I …I…” Charles suddenly realised he was crying, Max’s t-shirt was wet where he had been resting his head, he moved away quickly, completely embarrassed, “Sorry I am not sure why I am crying”

“It is normal” Max tentatively soothed an arm up and down the omega’s arms and ushered them back closer to him, “It is just a lot, yes?”

“Yes” Charles mumbled, he really hadn’t expected such a physical reaction to being held but it truly was overwhelming.

“Just relax Charles, I’ve got you. You are safe”

“Okay” Charles tried to let go of the tension in his body, thinking about each of his muscles in turn until he felt weightless again, only being held down by the alpha’s strong grip., “It…. It feels nice”

“Good, would you like me to talk to you?”

“Maybe” Charles looked up to meet the alpha’s eyes, “And say what?”

“Just the truth” Max smiled, “That I think you deserve only good things. That you deserve to be able to be yourself”

“I wish” Charles hummed contently at the thought of finally being free, of finally letting everyone know that their precious alpha world champion was actually an omega.

“Perhaps one day” Max held Charles tightly, the omega’s body relaxing more and more as they held each other.

“One day” Charles closed his eyes and relaxed. One day he was going to do it, he was going to turn up as his true authentic self, was going to pave the way for other omegas. Today though, today he was just content to be in Max’s arms.

[verdemoun]

What subjects do you think the vdlg was good at in school?

quick high school au. grimshaw, hosea, dutch, pearson, swanson, uncle, molly and strauss are all teachers. rest of the gang is de-aged to teens.

arthur: art. he is the definition of the quiet kid the teachers let sit in the art classroom during lunch despite rules because he all he wanted was the peace and quiet to draw

john: pe. not just the actual physical activity side of it but really good at the health and human development, understanding of physiology side of it. could've been an all-star if he hadn't had an injury in middle school

javier: languages and music. unsurprisingly his brain is just pre-disposed to the particular process of learning third/fourth/fifth languages after moving to america as a very smol bean and having to learn english. still argues sheet music is easier to read than shakespeare. english is his least favorite language.

bill: chemistry. admittedly he can't explain how he's good at it and will forget a formula the second he learns it but on the practical side of things will outperform the teacher on experiments.

micah: home economics/FCS. which he will never admit to liking. but a bit of privacy and encouragement from his fav teacher and he can patch clothes, and cook like he's been doing it since was seven years old (because his father's an alcoholic and his mother died so he had to take over domestic duties to look after his little brother)

charles: vocational. woodwork, metalwork, outdoor ed, anything he can do with his hands without being in a classroom.

sean: history is the only class he pays attention in. except he's usually correcting the teacher because 'but my da said' and then going on with a mostly fantastical story about revolution and victory for the working class.

lenny: legal studies. he wishes it wasn't how his brain worked, but it's really intuitive to him even without his father's pressure to excel. he can't help he's got that belief that in righteousness and social justice. presentation on a class action? lenny and sean dream team going to make you think you're in court.

sadie: automotive! at least when she bothers to show up. she skips school more than sean does, usually to hang out with her bf jake and give him a heart attack as he plays backpack on their motorbike.

karen: english but only persuasive writing. captain of the debate team. her and lenny get into a fight it's the presidential debate. sean is increasingly aware he might just have a thing for being yelled at.

tilly: maths, specifically financial maths. but she's an all-rounder who knows she can go into absolutely any field she wants because she's just designed to learn. despite all warnings not to, she decides to go into teaching.

mary-beth: also maths. obviously she loves english but she is a maths prodigy effortlessly doing work several grades ahead of her actual level. when she eventually decides to pursue creative writing she has to put up with everyone who knows her telling her she wasted her potential. no i'm not projecting.

abigail: drama. she's hosea's little prodigy, lead for every play and landing some minor acting jobs while still in school. she's going to end up getting pregnant at prom and spend the next 5 years putting up with john's bs before he decides to grow up.

trelawney: it! he's amazing with computers, stopped attending school for two years at only to reappear at graduation with his wife in a fancy car. he was definitely running scams and apparently already owns his first house and is talking about getting a bigger one for when their first born arrives. he's 19.

kieran: english. yes, he couldn't read until senior school because it took that long for the teachers to realise he is hella dyslexic. but he's getting a lot better at it and it's still his best subject because he's just terrible at everything else.

[ashweather]

Daily RPG Readings

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, Part 5

If you want to read along with me, you can get the demo copy for free on A.N.I.M.'s official site or head over to their Patreon to get a copy of the latest playtest draft for $5. I'm reading the most recent playtest draft and there are significant differences from the demo copy, just as a heads up.

For part 5, I've stopped lying to myself that I'm ever going to be able to keep up a daily schedule. Today, we'll be going over Pages 94-104, finishing chapter 1. This is a short post, but next time I'll be covering the entirety of character creation, and that's definitely going to be a lot to cover.

Today is all about Traits! Traits, features, powers, perks, whatever you want to call them, they're little mechanical bells and whistles that make a character stand out and really pop off the page. In many TTRPGs they're the most fun part of making a character, and I would argue that holds true for Eureka as well. Investigators get three to six of them initially (but usually three). Traits are sometimes purely beneficial, but especially powerful Traits usually have an attached drawback. These are one of my favorite parts of game design, so let's get granular and cover some highlights!

Bumbling Detective lets characters take after Inspector Clouseau (the book might not be able to mention copyrighted characters, but I sure can!) and be a bumbling fool who completely botches the investigation but then saves the day in the nick of time! Mechanically, the character is more likely to fail Knowledge rolls but more quickly accrues valuable Eureka! Points.

Elementary! is a trait that emulates the famous "biography-at-a-glance" of Sherlock Holmes... or, at least, the character thinks they're that good. An investigator with this this trait can have the Narrator make a hidden Social Cues roll (essentially the skill for reading people), and learn two facts about a person - but the investigator has no idea which of these facts is correct or incorrect.

Final Girl gives a small bonus to Physical Skill rolls when facing off alone against supernatural threats, and also allows the character to spend Eureka! Points to hinder a supernatural threat's rolls rather than just boosting their own. Its a very fun survivor's trait, taking after the time-honored tradition of "final girls" in horror movies. Of course, the character taking the trait need not actually be a girl.

Just One More Thing... is similar to the Bumbling Detective Trait, but for Interpersonal Skills instead of Knowledge. If you somehow didn't pick up from the name, its the Columbo Trait. You know, Columbo? You agree. Reblog.

My Glasses! gives a flat +1 bonus to all investigation rolls, but gives a possibility of the character's glasses getting knocked off in any combat encounter. As long as their glasses are off, they become pretty useless but also blind to the stresses of the situation with a +2 to all Composure rolls. A must have for the Velma Dinkley fans out there.

Not Finished Yet is for a bloodied and beaten investigator dragging their body through the dirt to see a case through. The character has double HP, but if they have less than half of that at any point in the story, they succumb to their injuries and die as soon as the story ends. This one's a personal favorite, as I'm a sucker for stories about the irrepressible human spirit.

Unpredictable is a fun one - add a +1 to all non-investigation rolls. However, all rolls are made with a 1d12 instead of a 2d6, making both Full Successes and total Failures far more likely.

[sobeksewerrat]

Mastermind live watch thoughts part 1 (spoilers ahead)

Okay so they're really going all out on Andrealaphus's whole winter shtick. Wonder how it'll take for it to get old ngl

Oh so we're FINALLY figuring out the consequences of using the grimoire illegally? I feel like it's a little late and there was almost no set up at all this season?? At least we're learning more about Hell's laws and judicial system. I really wanted to know more about that, even if it feels out of nowhere. I am a little concerned considering the run time is only 22 minutes, and as an ace attorney fan I do not think that is enough for a compelling legal procedure, there's a reason the courtroom scenes were the least compelling part of the Ace Attorney anime (despite my love for it, and to be fair they were still great they just lacked a lot of the details and mystery)

Andy (yes I'm calling him andy) and Stella have such chaotic sibling energy I love it (I am so gonna regret this later, aren't I?)

Andy is so elsa coded/j

.….did he just…call her hot??? Huh??? Viv what the fuck is your obsession with incest I need to know

MORE POTENTIAL I.M.P EMPLOYEES?? OOOOOOO

…okay if Hell's got law enforcement like THAT how the FUCK were I.M.P not arrested a long time ago?? Also…grim reaper demons?? Huh???

Gee viv way to undercut the conflict with humourIs that…a police brutality joke?? Why do they keep babying Moxxie and treating him like a joke??

The tension is literally nonexistent there is no threat what the fuck way to kill the mood dude and I was so fucking hyped too

OH NO THE INTERNS NO I LIKED THEM

Oh the muzzle on Loona is so cruel I wish the show explored the cruelty against Hellhounds more like wow they are genuinely treated like rabid animals instead of people and that could've been such a cool way to explore Hell's classism and racism amongst hellborn

OMG SATAN BBG YOUR VOICE IS SO HOT I CAN TELL HELL BE MY NEWEST BLORBO BY THE END OF THE EPISODE

Back to the ranting! Ohhhhh boy, okay why are the Sins here again? I can understand Satan, since imps are his rings’ native citizens, but the others? I can understand them being here if this was some major crime in Hell, but I.M.P has been running for A WHILE, and Asmodeus is aware of it and they're literally under his jurisdiction ACCORDING TO STOLAS! So, by all accounts, he might be the only other Sin relevant to this case. Moreover, we know the Sins hold somewhat equal power (save for Lucifer, maybe), and we know Succubi and Incubi work under Asmodeus and are legally allowed to traverse the human realm, correct? Therefore the I.M.P crew technically count as Ozz's employees, no? And due to his influence and the fact that his rings’ natives are allowed to travel wherever, this case should've been thrown out as Blitzø technically isn't breaking demon law, from my understanding. You could argue that this for when he was using the Grimoire, which is fair, however calling I.M.P an illegal business is a stretch. Besides, Asmodeus was aware of the Grimoire thing  and didn't do JACKSHIT! He didn't even have a reaction! That immediately undercuts any conflict regarding it as it implies that this is not that big of a deal, so the Sins being here genuinely just feels like conflict for the sake of conflict and to hype the episode as being the first appearance of all of them (minus Lucifer) together and showing off Leviathan and Belphegor.

Speaking of Levi and Belphie (look I used ro be an obey me fan alright? Lemme call them Belphie), I have…issues with their designs. I admit, they are a bit better than I initially judge them as but GOD what the fuck

Stealing??? STOLA GAVE IT TO HIM

Oh my god STOP WITH THE COMEDY AND THE INCEST FOR FUCKS SAKE WASNT ANDY A FUCKING GAY MAN ANYWAY??

No wait because the “forcing himself” allegation could hold some water (IN A COURTROOM I MEAN). Stolas is of much higher power, and in the eyes of a classist society like Hell's it wouldn't make sense for a Goetia to stoop down to such a level unless they were forced to or coerced in any way (this is using the logic the series presents us with! Remember that newspaper from Oops?). This could've been such a cool way to explore false allegations such as these and delve into the topic of Hell's classism and racism once more. Moreover, Blitzø is a somewhat typically masculine man, and he's known to be hypersexual, so it could highlight the bias when accusing him of such a thing. But, alas, this is Helluva Boss we're talking about here. 

EXACTLY. WHERE THE FUCK IS STALE ASS. THANK YOU VASAGO

Also, not to bring up Ace Attorney again, but this is the shittiest fictional court proceeding ever, and I played Turnabout Big Top. 

VASAGO BBG ILY

Also. Andy's point of not facing his aggressor could hold some water…IF HE WAS FILING THE CASE PRIVATELY. THIS IS A HIGHLY IMPORTANT AND PUBLIC COURT PROCEEDING. Even if you didn't want to traumatise poor baby Stalebitch by letting him face Blitzø, disclosing details of his assault, if it was real that is, without his consent is such a vile thing to do and would tank Andy's credibility within seconds. 

Why are they not allowing Blitzø to testify in a fucking court case. Like. Bro. I get imps are oppressed but this is a bit much don't you think.

STRIKER!!! Wait why isn't Striker arrested he tried to kill a royal, no? Why is he conspiring with blue bloods?? Didn't he hate the upper class??? Huh???? Oh wait immunity that answers the first question BUT STILL 

Wait aren't Bee and Ozz biased in this situation?? Shouldn't the jury or whatever be impartial?? WHY IS MAMMON HERE AS WELL HE SHOULD BE BIASED AGAINST BLITZØ TOO! I get that they're Sins, the highest authority in Hell, but WHAT THE FUCK.

Okay but saying an ace character is jealous no one is fucking them is weird, right?

…look Satan bestie I love you but FUCKKKKK WHYYYY. Why is viv so insistent on undercutting the most interesting plot line so far?? If ya hated court proceedings this much viv maybe you shouldn't have written this plot!

Don't get me wrong I love how stupid the Sins are and how they're just people, but I think the show forgets that they're thousands of years old and extremely fucking powerful sometimes.

Also I get that Lucifer isn't here for legal reasons, but couldn't ya have thrown in a line about his absence? Like I think if this was such an important case, and all of Hell's monarchs were involved, the King of Hell should AT LEAST have a reason for not being there (maybe I'm biased cos i hate Lucifer but still)

God I love Levi and Mammon's interaction. Ik it's prolly meant to be flirting, but my Greedyguitar and whatever Adam/Mammon/Eve is called loving ass cannot take it as anything but platonic. Wish Levi spoke tho

“Our power”?? But…you're a Sin? Not a Goetia? Maybe he means royalty in general but tbh this just feels like Viv trying and failing to tie in Hell politics 

No seriously why don't the Sins get a say in this?? Why is it only Satan? ASMODEUS HES UNDER YOUR JURISDICTION DO SOMETHING 

I am so confused about the world building in this show. The Sins have the ability to create life??

“Oh my Lucifer! What are they doing?” SO NOW TOU WANNA SHOW YOU YOU STINGY OWL BITCH?!?

Oh Vivziepop…how I hate your handling of oppression of the lower class and racism please learn a thing or two next time.

NO I GOT EXCITED WHY ISNT STOLAS DEAD

…okay fuck I'm not continuing this I'm finishing it later fuck you Stolas love ya Vasago 

Imma try to put my thoughts into words more coherently later 

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Good Design is usable. Great Design helps with Usability and Disability (with a side rant about why AI sucks yet again)

So I've been seeing hot takes from authors and writers lately about typography and I've been correcting them about typography rules and some designers are sticking out their heads going, how dare you even speak such a thing. Design is about being...

~*~PRETTY~*~

and seriously, screw that. How poor were your graphic design teachers and professors that you only think type is about being Pretty?

No, the rules for type are there for a reason, but if you can't state that reason I'm going to doubt you as a graphic designer entirely and that you had some crap professors who didn't bother to learn it either, and you know how I feel about passing down bad information.

Look, as a writer and graphic designer, and all of those things, trained both formally and informally, I can tell you that if you do GREAT typography, if you really put thought into it, you can help with disability too. So when you argue to me, that design is only there to be pretty, I'm going to call you effing ableist.

I mean even in my Scrivener document I put in fonts that help with dyslexia. That is GREAT design when you can help with disability seamlessly.

I'm saying as artists, we have a duty to respect other artists, and try to at least understand their rules and reasons why. It's like writers backstabbing artists by using AI.

99% of typography isn't about being "pretty" 99% of typography helps with disability. So stop fucking with the rules without understanding any of it. Type looks easy nowadays with the internet and people not bothering with typography anymore and seeing rivers and lakes all over the place, but that doesn't mean it's automatically "better" because it's "easier".

Typography in its purest form—I found that of all of my art classes that I took the most difficult to understand and do, because I knew that doing it well will help people, doing it poorly and everyone notices. Which is why I say it is ice skating of graphic design.

Do you, as a writer, need to understand every single last rule? No, but I will say that learning typography forced me to understand that I shouldn't be falling back on bold, italics, etc and I should absolutely do more to choose my words more carefully. If you're going to break a rule, at least take the time to understand it.

For this reason, this is why I miss formal typographers in the publishing industry. Because I want to look out for the people who are also disabled in this world.

And this is also why AI sucks. I've never seen an AI image that understands the nuances of human feelings around art and design. Gasoline Pasta? really? A stone oven that looks like a pile of shit that is not remotely historically accurate. Please no.

An AI that knows and can spot disability issues in a problem posed to it? No, I had to effing coach it. You know what humans can do that AI can't all of those things. And this is why great typography helps people with disabilities.

[bandcampfun2021]

So, after seeing the horror that is Shrek 5's design and how beloved characters from my childhood were basically mutilated, I've been recently looking at old films that came before the dark times; before Star Wars, life action Disney remakes, and false female empowerment came in and ruined everything for beloved franchises such as Marvel, Star Wars, and Disney (franchises I don't even watch anymore because of how thoroughly characters have been ruined).

One of those films I've recently been re-watching is something that while initially receiving mixed reviews when it originally came out, fan reception has warmed up to it over time and it isn't uncommon to find fans today who consider it to be an underrated gem in the franchise; that film is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2007.

The film's color palette and design really go the extra mile to making it look like a comic book, excellently capturing the classic aesthetic of the franchise's origins while also looking fresh and familiar like the then-concurrent 2003 series as well as the Fred Wolf series. Even the Turtles themselves look like something ripped straight out of a comic-book.

While the plot does indeed have its problem due to clunky writing, what makes up for it is the fantastic animation and the strong moments of family between the turtle brothers---specifically, how Leo's absence affected Raph, and Leo for that matter. They both talk to their friends and family members about how they miss each other, but they both blame each other for their damaged relationship.

I mean, the rooftop scene where the tension between the two brothers boils over really stuck out to me above everything else; All the emotional tension and lack of communication between them leads to this---a no holds barred fight between the two brothers.

As a final touch and as if things couldn't get worse, the battle takes place in the rain, further echoing the sadness of this scene; that in the end, this fight has become necessary.

And the thing is both Leo and Raph do have some pretty valid points; on Leo's side, he's right that Raph's activities are risky because they draw too much attention and could risk the family's exposure and discovery by their enemies and the outside world. Meanwhile on Raph's side, he's correct that with Leo gone, the Turtles ceased their crimefighting and someone had to step up to patrol the city, and that crime wouldn't magically disappear when he left. Raph also is correct that Leo's absence meant that the family needed to take time to repair its bond, let alone respect Leo's authority again, but he fails to realize that Leo is being pressured into fixing things quickly and the actions he takes (such as no fighting) are demands thrust onto him that he cannot change or argue with. Both Turtles fail to acknowledge that their combined poor communication skills are what led to things getting this bad and that both of them should've worked together to heal the wounds from Leo being away for so long. Ultimately, due to letting the situation escalate, they both lose their tempers and descend into a brutal fight.

Things get worse in which Leo realizes he is unable to stop Raph and his katanas break, culminating in Raph nearly finishing Leo — by stabbing his sais just close by Leo's shoulder if not toward his face, missing him by an inch.

.....and then after realizing what he nearly did, he takes off running. The rain as it hits his face and the sounds of desperation he makes in his running, makes it look and sound as if he is crying.

This is why I've started liking the film and older films of the past; they don't pull off BS and woke female empowerment like they have been with Marvel or Disney life-action remakes (Mulan being a good example). They actually treat the Turtle brothers respectively, especially the growing problem between Leo and Raph, and follow what source material they've taken inspiration from as best as they can.

[caspersickfanfics]

Thinking about a seasick Cyno whos stress is has just put him in Matra mode. Like he’s just anxious but it’s sorta resulted in him being seemingly in a bad mood…he’s hyper focused on safety and security and really only starts to soften up when kaveh and alhaitham start feeling bad. Then it turns into a front or maybe a coping mechanism - he tries to stay stoic in order to support Tighnari but also to keep himself together. He’s both worried for them, while also feeling overwhelmed by them as he is starting to get sick himself… But at the start of the trip? Maybe he’s just locked in, almost cold or cranky because it’s the only way he can handle this feeling he hasn’t yet realized is anxiety.

naturally when he breaks down soft and squishy Cyno arrives. But he’s still the fearsome general, and before things go to shit I imagine he’s scarring off everyone else on the boat with an air of “don’t even think about testing me or hurting my ppl”

Idk food for thought ~

Oh myyyyyy........ Food indeed!!!!!!!!! :O Wait this is so good, I can absolutely picture this happening. Cyno stalking the perimeter of the boat, staring so intimidatingly at other passengers that they start to actively avoid him and his group. And it's entirely unnecessary, because they're on an extremely secure ship in peaceful waters - which Alhaitham of course points out, because he's feeling bad and grumpy, too. And Cyno ignores him, initially, with Kaveh grumbling at Alhaitham to "leave him alone, this is his job after all" until eventually Kaveh is also like "actually, I hate to take Alhaitham's side, but watching you pace is making me dizzy."

At that point, Alhaitham is pushed over the edge and has to stumble to the side of the boat to be sick. Tighnari, who is already feeling tugged in too many directions, rubs Alhaitham's back and shoots Cyno a look that says "I get it; this is how you work. But can you please cool it a little?"

Cyno starts acting a bit more relaxed, because he definitely doesn't want to make his friends feel worse or cause Tighnari extra stress, although he's even more keyed up internally. He's worried about Kaveh and Alhaitham, and seeing them ill has forced him to acknowledge his own body's protests. He's extremely uneasy, but he forces himself to stop patrolling, at least. He stands guard by Kaveh while Tighnari takes care of Alhaitham.

When Alhaitham's stomach settles, they all regroup, and Cyno immediately Demands that the other three go into the cabin area of the boat, below deck. He justifies that they’re impeding his effectiveness; it's harsh and kind of rude, but Kaveh is feeling too unwell to care and Alhaitham can only manage a glare. Tighnari is torn between annoyance and concern. He knows this side of Cyno, but doesn't see it very often, especially not in these kinds of peaceful settings. It's clear to him that something about the boat is putting Cyno on edge, but he still shouldn't be treating his friends like this. "Fresh air often helps with seasickness, Cyno. You can't force them to lose that without out a reason. A valid one." Tighnari challenges.

"Better to be sick than unsafe," Cyno retorts. "The cabins are more secure."

Tighnari thinks this is all very silly and irritating, if it weren’t also worrying. On a technicality, Cyno is correct, as the cabins are designed to be protective in the event of emergencies - but the point is moot because they're not in danger. He's ready to continue arguing, except Alhaitham is falling asleep, and Kaveh tugs at his arm to weakly say "it's fine, it's chilly out here anyway."

From there, Cyno begins his patrol again, all the more diligent as he grows less steady and more ill. He checks on the other three periodically. They're hanging in there. When Tighnari tries to ask about him, Cyno quickly excuses himself because he has to go back to patrolling. It's a bit later, when Kaveh and Alhaitham are both situated and sleeping, that Tighnari seeks him out. By that point, Cyno is feeling seriously unwell. He's a bit frantic, thinking something might be wrong - maybe they were poisoned, somehow - but Tighnari logics him out of this mindset, and then points out that seasickness is normal and his thoughts are being influenced by the way his body feels. Cyno finally starts to relent; not that he has much of a choice by then, his body to the point of fully rebelling.