#learning how to render mmm

[harryzroze]

but like, what even is a star beam, ya know?

before n after render oh god

[fieryland]

Good to go (Eren Jaeger)

tw stepcest, smut, slapping, scroll if you don’t like it

wc 1k

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Eren’s little sis who keeps trying to kiss him in front of his friends.. except they don’t know you guys are step siblings. “You two look so cute together, since when did you get a girlfriend?” Eren’s friend proclaims over whatever music is blaring at your small get together.

“Can you excuse us for a sec?” he’s already up on his feet and dragging you to a nearby bathroom as he says that. Eyebrows furrowed and snakebites tugging as he gently bites on his lower lip, his hand gripping your wrist not-so-gently, though.

Your big brother looked so pretty towering above you, you admire the way his long hair collides with his shoulders every long step he takes, heavy breathing and dizzy eyes have you almost stumbling along the way. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just you?

The door swings open and slams shut just as fast, you weren’t much of a physics girl but the speed of how Eren pinned you up against that same door made you understand everything. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You smile softly at his question, mind hazy at how strong Eren is, forearms flexing while holding you up off your feet against the door. You liked him so much, you didn’t even try fighting against him. Although you soon learned what would happen if you did.

“I said,” he brings a hand to your cheek in the form of a slap “what the fuck are you doing?” you can’t help but giggle at how handsome he is when he gets all mad, from the green fire in his eyes to the burning flame at his fingertips — you were rendered crazy. He scoffs and looks to the side as if he was contemplating if this was a good idea, all that split second thinking vanished when he pressed his lips up against yours into a kiss.

Your kisses weren’t usually like this, a couple forehead kisses here and there in his usual overprotective brotherly fashion— but this— this was different. It reminded you of those couple sacred moments he taught you not to speak of. When he sneaks into your room at night, tells you he needs this, needs to use your little cunt and that this is what little sisters are for. Of course, the butterflies dancing in your tummy as well as the low timbre of his voice urge you to comply, kiss him, and act normal in front of your parents; excusing the foot kicks you share under the dinner table.

You found yourself loving this side of him. Eren was an asshole at times, he is a boy after all. But as fucked up as it was— you fucking loved it. Loved being the girl that satisfies him. Sure, he’s had sex. With tons of girls actually, I mean, have you seen him? He’s untouchable, no one can get on his level of beauty and charisma. Even now when he tilts his head to the side and smirks at you while pulling you over to the bathroom sink, no one came close. Yet he came back to you every time, he’s moulded your little pussy so that it can only take his dick, no one else’s. He would be a terrible big brother if he didn’t at least give you what you were made for, don’t you think?

Eren was the only boy you needed, and his baby sis was better than any girl he’s slept with.

“You wanna act like my girlfriend, you’re gonna get treated like one,” Eren breathes out, turning you so you’re facing the mirror with your ass pressing up against him. His hard on already poking you from underneath, sending an invitation for his fingers to slide down to your sopping cunt. “God, look at you, baby. You really that needy for your big brothers cock?”

“mmm.. ‘ren..” you whine as his middle and ring finger tease your entrance prepping you for the massive excuse of a dick he has in his pants, you still could never get used to that.

“Hm?” he pumps “gotta be good for me, sis. Don’t want mom finding out, do you?”

“no, no. i’ll be good, promise.”

“That’s what I thought.” He’s now flipping your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. His pants already unzipped and dick hanging out, giving it a few pumps before sliding his way into you.

You instantly moan at the stretch, his groans following behind “God, this tight fuckin’ cunt. Can’t get enough of it.” he finally bottoms out as you whine at the validation. Once you let it settle in, and his biting of your shoulder goes from harsh to gentle, he begins to move.

His strokes become rough rather quickly, he still has to be a good brother and discipline you, of course. Your neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks, his canines shining in the mirror in front of you. You could feel the heat of his moans on the back of your neck as well as his arm wrapping around your waist. You were reduced to a mess in seconds. The hem of your shirt now right under your neck; exposing your boobs as they bounced up and down in unison of his relentless pace.

His fat fucking cock was splitting you open again and again, you cried out to him as he got ahold of your face and turned you in the direction of the mirror. “Look at yourself, look at how you’re taking this dick, sis. Yeah? You like it when I- fuck- you like it when your big brother pounds that tight little pussy, yeah?“ he squeezes your cheeks “Of course you do.”

You just about scream at how rough he’s treating you “shut up, god. You wanna get us caught or somethin’? ‘s that it? Fuckin’ whore.” Eren presses further, his pace getting that much quicker, and your orgasm nearing that much faster. You shake your head no as long as you can until he’s kissing you, hungrily forcing his tongue down your warm throat like a wild animal in rut.

You could tell he was nearing his climax too, the way his tongue stuttered against yours, and how hard he would bite your lip when things started to feel a little too good.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum.” your little hole squeezed around his cock right when he said that, voluntarily or not— you don’t know. Eren was making you feel too good, you couldn’t help but tighten around him in pleasure.

“God, g’nna marry you, sis.” he’s babbling at this point, but it was true. He wanted nothing more than to put a ring on his baby sisters finger and watch it twinkle around his cock when you pump him up and down. The universe must’ve cursed him with this forbiddance, but he found himself liking how wrong it is.

You felt so good, way too good, the knot in your tummy finally untying as he brought his hand down to rub at your swollen little clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, as well as a few tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation.

“Aw, you gonna cry?” he groans as he laughs at your crying, your tears sending him right over the edge. You were spasming around his dick— all of it— as he pulls out quickly and dumps his load onto your pussy.

Eren thought you looked gorgeous like this, fucked out covered in your big brothers cum; the way it should be. He gives you one final kiss before leaning down to take a good look at your swollen little pussy. It looked so good. All sensitive and needy, squeezing around nothing. He couldn’t help but get a taste; God, who knew baby sister’s tasted this good? He brings his lips together and spits on your cunt, giving it a harsh slap before pulling your panties back over it. He’s back up on his feet again, petting you and rubbing his cum into your underwear with his hand.

“There,” he kisses the top of your head “now you’re good to go.”

[b0yskylark]

You stopped using critical thinking skills, and now you're making it artists problem.

A few days ago I made this post right here, stating that people need to start learning art history before making baseless claims of generative artificiality to make art.

There's a deep conversation that I feel like I want to take about and a nuance to that topic we need to observe as a general whole. First off, this is tumblr. Everyone here thinks they're an expert on something and that's just... how this site has worked for a long time. (shout out to my old heads, tumblr is still here somehow) There is an attitude of grandeur here, especially when it comes to artists and their work. A lot of people, on social media, have a false cape on in regard to "taking down AI". It's very prevalent within circles of young artists (not young in age, but young in skill/craft) and non-artists thinking they can call out or clock something as AI when they themselves have no real understanding of... frankly, any of it? Not saying that young artists and non-artists don't have the potential to learn or grow or move passed this mindset, but they don't have a developed enough eye to make those claims.

Art at it's core is imperfect, it's raw and wrong. Beautiful and broken. You can't take one wobbly line and say "SEE, LOOK!!! AI!! ITS AI!!" because it's likely not. There's is a level of appreciation for those that want to stand up for artists, IF that's what they were doing. But in most cases it's not. In most cases its outrage farming and ragebait. They shout these things in order to convince you to be angry and click click click away. They don't necessarily dislike or even hate artists, but they want their own engagement first and foremost.

Over the last, I wanna say week, there has been a solid number of people joining in on a new drawing meme using this image from pin-up cover artist Casey Jones. A few people on bluesky claimed that Jones piece was Artificially generated simply because the anatomy wasn't perfect and seemed a bit "strange". A lot of people responded and corrected them, which in itself isn't the issue. The issue is the art work was given a label, something you could tangibly hold in your hands, from a time before digitally rendered art work, of not being real due to it's perceived imperfections.

Quick art history and US history lesson (with plenty of imperfections for y'all to gnaw at like rabid gnats) on art from the 1940s, 50s, and 60s. In the 30 years of artistic endeavors, the forefront of art at that time was men (debatably) who would create all artist works from pro-war posters to ledger heads for news papers. That was also a time of the hyper idealized sexuality that centered white women. Often enough, the subject matter for some of these works was a scantily clad white woman with perfect hair and proportions that were considered best at the time. A perky chest, long torso, thin long arms and legs, and no behind. That was the appeal of the time. (I would get into the... racial biases but mmm not right now) This was also a time of soldiers being far away from home and possibly wanting "something" while over seas. Photos weren't easy to send, and communication was an weekly or bi-weekly get. (I don't remember which) So the sultry girl on the cover of the joke book was there... ahem... moment... (I don't want this getting axed so I'm trying to be yahoo x-tian clean) With that in mind, there's a lot of exaggeration going on in these pieces. Yes, even in the more inclusive ones. So just like today, when people say "oh that's just my style" artists back during that time hand the same if not a similar mindset.

I'm gonna wrap this up on 2 notes; the first being, until you have trained and developed an eye for identifying gen AI versus old art versus anything else, please keep your comments to yourself. I personally block AI whenever I see it. We live in a crazy dystopian time period and that alone is enough to raise the hackles on a lot of us. Cautionary tales are cautionary for a reason. The second point I would like to make is one that has been iterated and repeated ad nauseum, gen AI is the tool of the oppressor, not the tool of the oppressed. You'll see a lot of people, typically people that invested a large sum of money into the gen AI machine, say that it's good and helpful for disabled people and yhack yhack yhack. It's not, it never has been and never will be. It's main uses are to create false narratives. Falsehoods that only serve themselves. Please keep that in mind.

TL;DR - Learn your art history, do your research, and stop bolstering AI because it's actual fucking trash and you should know better.

[alterchaos]

A HIDDEN GEM

(cw: cuteness overload...viewer discretion advised)

With Knuckles away from Angel Island, Rouge seizes her opportunity to steal the Master Emerald for herself. Though, she would discover a far greater treasure that fateful day...

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: CALL OF A HERO

NEXT CHAPTER: A DATE TO DIE FOR

“My my…Leaving the Master Emerald alone are we?”

The sly bat watched from a distance below as the echidna joined his friends on their journey. She grinned deviously, unwilling to let such a perfect opportunity go to waste. 

It took only half an hour to make her way to the floating island in the sky thanks to her large, strong wings. Each flap caught the wind gracefully beneath, pressing against the cool air and pushing her higher into the sky. With the countless times she’d attempted such a heist, she was used to breathing in the thin air in the upper atmosphere. Each time, however, she was thwarted by the- admittedly handsome- emerald guardian’s watchful eye. 

This time was different though.

This time, she knew he couldn’t stop her.

Rouge landed on the island’s soft grass, brushing herself off as she folded her wings behind her. She walked towards the altar ahead, stepping up onto the stone steps as her eyes sparkled with glee.

“I must say, Red, I’m quite surprised. Did you really think I wouldn’t take advantage of this little-”

She froze at the top, her eyes falling on the empty altar before her.

“Eh?”

At its center lay a note scribbled crudely with a bright, red crayon. Rouge walked over, picking it up and reading in confusion.

Bet you didn’t think I was smart enough to hide the master emerald, did you, Bat Girl? Ha! You should see the look on your face! 

Anyways, get off my island.

~ Red

Rouge crumpled the paper in her grip as she gritted her fangs, her eye twitching in annoyance.

“Oh you think you’re SO clever do you…” She opened her wings, flapping them hard as she launched herself off the ground, flying deeper into the island, “I’ll show you who the smart one is, you handsome jerk…”

She failed to notice the glowing eyes watching her from behind. 

—----------------------------------------------------------

“Ugh! Where is it!!?” 

Rouge stared up at the endless expanse of blue peeking out from behind the viny ruins above. She was lying on her back, exhausted and frustrated from her fruitless flight through the massive sky sanctuary.

Had he really bested her this time?

Maybe it was all pointle-

“Mmm…Mmmm…”

“Huh?”

Rouge sat up, taking in the sight of a dark, baby chao trying to jump up and reach a bundle of grapes hanging on a tall vine. Its wings weren’t fully developed yet, rendering it helpless in its hunger. Despite its surly nature, its eyes began to water in the same kind of frustration the bat felt as well. She sighed, pushing herself up onto her feet and walking over to the little chao. It looked up at her, eyes wide and expectant, as she reached up to the vine and plucked the bundle of grapes free. 

“Here, kid.” She knelt down, placing the grapes before the hungry chao, “Be sure not to eat it all at once. I can’t promise someone will be here to help once I leave, you got that? You’ll have to learn how to take some things for yourself if you want to surviv-”

She froze, eyes flying wide in shock as the baby chao raced over to her leg, hugging and purring contently as its antenna popped into a heart.

Rouge blushed, glancing to the side, “So cute…” She gently pried the chao free from her leg, nudging it towards the food it so desperately wanted, “Okay, tiny. I have to go now so you enjoy your grapes, alright?” 

The baby stared up at her with big eyes, “Chao?”

“Take care!” Rouge smiled before taking off once more. Seeing the little chao’s determination gave her the strength she needed to continue.

The master emeralds would be hers yet.

She couldn’t give up no-

“Chaoooo!”

“Uh!!?”

Rouge turned, lifting her hands suddenly and catching the small chao from before as it half-flew, half-fell into her chest. It purred once more, rubbing its cheek against her fur as its antenna became a heart yet again. 

She began to sweat, “No. NO! I am NOT in a place to adopt a baby chao!”

Too late. 

She was theirs now.

Rouge’s eyes flew wide as a few more chaos spotted her, calling over their friends in joy. Before she knew it, the jewel thief was swarmed by an endless wave of happy, cooing chaos, all wanting a piece of the boundless love she had to give. 

Shit.

Rouge attempted to fly away, only to be chased relentlessly like some kind of queen followed by her loyal subjects, “Trust me, I am NOT the nurturing kind! Doesn’t that clueless dummy take care of all of you-”

Rouge paused, an idea crossing her mind as a few chaos tugged at her ears and cheeks affectionately.

She grinned deviously.

“Say…since we’re all friends here, did any of you happen to see where your precious guardian hid the master emerald?”

The chaos all floated in place, looking between one another before all raising their hands simultaneously, chaoing in unison. 

Perfect.

The chaos, as one, began leading her through the sky sanctuary towards a hidden chamber she’d never explored in her many trips to the echidna’s home. She had to take an isolated teleporter there, something she hadn’t accounted for whilst searching earlier. No wonder she couldn’t find it.

Honestly, she couldn’t help but be impressed.

Knuckles was actually much smarter than he seemed…

It was…attractive…

Rouge shook her head, snapping herself out of such embarrassing thoughts. 

“Y-Yeah right…Attractive my-”

She paused, realizing she was thinking out loud. The chaos all stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to finish that statement.

Rouge blushed again, “...w-wings…”

Saved it.

The baby chao in her arms, pointed excitedly at the room ahead, “Chao chao!!!”

“Huh? What is it, Tiny?”

The other chaos followed suit, “Chao chao chao chao chao!!!”

“Oh! Is that where the master emerald is?”

The chaos all nodded.

Rouge grinned, “Great job, everyone!” Her eyes flew wide as the chao hoard all swooped in for a group hug. She began to sweat again, “Alright! Alright! I get it! Get off!” They listened, waving happily as they flew back towards the sanctuary’s open skies. Rouge shook her head as the lingering baby chao crawled onto her shoulder, opting to stay with the bat, “Guess I can’t get rid of you, huh, Tiny?”

“Mmm…” The chao hugged her neck affectionately.

Rouge sighed, “Fine. I guess having a little partner in crime wouldn’t hurt…”

“Chao!”

Rouge continued down the dark hall into the room ahead. Each stone wall was covered from top to bottom in a chaotic entanglement of vines. Fireflies flew about, offering a soft glow to the otherwise dark expanse. That didn’t matter though as Rouge was skilled in both night vision and echolocation. With even the faintest sounds of her footsteps, she was able to make out the various piles of relics and treasures stored away near the far wall alongside what seemed to be a sort of stone pillar or throne. She whistled, taking in the spectacle as she moved further into the room. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Hmm…By my account, it seems that most of these relics are prehistoric if not ancient. What do you think, Tiny?”

“Chao chao…” Tiny curled up in fear, hiding themselves within their owner’s snow-white hair.

Rouge patted the baby chao’s head, “There there, Tiny. Mama Rouge won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” She winked, eliciting a small purr from the baby chao as it nestled in deeper for comfort.

She continued onward, “Let’s see…if I were a massive emerald, where would I-OOP!” Rouge tripped over something, flapping her wings frantically to regain her balance. Once she had, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked down to the source of her near-accident. She picked it up, curiosity lining her features as she turned it over in her hands, “A…gear?” 

Her intrigue as a treasure hunter got the better of her. Rouge brushed away the dust, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. Blue, wire-like markings lined the relic, an inscription carved below in tiny lettering. She squinted as she leaned in, using her night vision to make out what it said.

“Hmm…it seems to be written in ancient text…I wonder what it-”

At that moment, the gear began to glow a brilliant, bright blue. Rouge shielded her eyes, Tiny following suit, as the throne along the far wall began to glow in a similar hue. The entire room lit up, blinding all who bore witness. 

Then…

BZZZRT!

The glow subsided.

Rouge unshielded her eyes, “What the…What just-”

She gasped, eyes flying wide.

Now, sitting limp upon the throne was none other than…

“...Shadow?”

The ebony hedgehog remained still, unable to respond while in his peaceful sleep. Rouge dropped the gear, the stone clambering against the floor upon which she fell to her knees in shock. 

“How-?”

“ENGAGING. HEDGEHOG. PRIORITY. ONE.”

“-!!?!?”

Rouge turned, catching sight of the massive E-Series Eggbot as it cocked its arms into position, prepared to fire at the sleeping boy. Shit! It must have followed her in order to steal the master emerald for the doctor! And now-!!

How could she be so clueless!?

“NOOOO!!!!”

She leapt up, racing towards the robot in an attempt to stop the inevitable.

SHAZAP!

Before she had a chance to react, he was already there, lifting her in his arms as he drew his arm back. Energy crackled, a few chaos spears emerging as he aimed for the killer robot in defense. 

“AAAARGH!!!”

He shot his hand forward, the spears launching as he teleported backwards with the bat safely in his arms. The robot drew its arm before its face, creating a shield to block the weak attack. Rouge watched in shock as a few beads of sweat formed along the young hedgehog’s brow, his eyes swimming with fatigue. He dropped his head, catching his breath from the strain of having just woken up. 

“Shadow!”

“N-Nngh…”

“Chao chaoooo!!!”

Tiny flew from the bat’s shoulder, crying out in determination as they pushed their developing wings to their limits. The chao charged towards the robot, ready to defend its owner.

“TINY!!!!!”

“ENGAGE. TARGET.”

The robot’s blasters came online.

“Chaoooooo!!!”

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

The baby chao flew close, its arm outstretched as a sort of fist. Once it got close, however, its wings grew tired. Tiny faltered, fluttering downwards before the massive robot’s glowing, red eyes. Rouge leapt up, ready to attack when something unexpected happened.

The robot…it caught the baby chao…

It held them…

Gazed upon them…

…

…

Then…

“NO. THREAT. DETECTED. ALL. BATTLE. SYSTEMS. OFFLINE.”

Rouge froze, holding her breath as she watched the robot put away its guns. It remained still, observing the tiny chao as its AI ran millions of calculations. Tiny, having believed to take out the bad guy, smiled and nuzzled into the robot’s hands for a nap.

“ERROR. DID. NOT. NEUTRALIZE. HEDGEHOG. YET. SYSTEMS. ARE. OFFLINE. ERROR.”

It turned to face the bat.

“TELL. ME. WHAT. IS. THIS. PROTOCOL.?”

Rouge softened slightly, “Protocol?”

The robot looked back at the chao, “ERROR. I. WAS. NOT. DESIGNED. TO. DO. THIS. ERROR. WHY. IS. THIS. HAPPENING.? ERROR. WHAT. IS. THIS. CODING.? ERROR. DOES. NOT. COMPUTE. ERROR.”

Shadow rose from the ground, stepping next to the curious treasure hunter as he began summoning another set of spears, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this thing and save your tiny friend.”

Rouge leapt in front of him, “Wait, Shadow! I think I can reason with it!”

“Reason with it!? It nearly killed us!”

“I know that but…” She turned back towards the robot, “I think it’s trying to grow past what it was created to do…”

“What it was…” Shadow jolted, a distant memory of the girl with the golden hair playing in his mind. 

“I’m such a failure!”

“No. That isn’t true.”

“But no matter what I try, it still isn’t enough! I was created to house all manner of medicines…to cure you, Maria!” He slammed his fist into the ground as tears sprung into his eyes, “I’m supposed to be the ultimate life form…What value does my life hold if I can’t even do something as simple as that?”

She hugged him tight.

“Shadow…Don’t say that. Your life holds incredible value. You are so much more than what you were created to do.”

“And what’s that?”

She smiled.

“My brother.”

“Shadow?”

The hedgehog jolted again, his mind returning to the present. He turned away, hugging his sides, “...Just do what you need to do so we can get going.”

Rouge watched Shadow in sadness for a moment, “Alright.” She turned back towards the robot, “H-Hey there, big guy…It seems like you have some empathy underneath all that programming…”

The robot looked back up at the bat, “ERROR. I. DO. NOT. UNDERSTAND. WHAT. THIS. EMPATHY. IS. YOU. SPEAK. OF. ERROR. I. WAS. CREATED. TO. DESTROY.”

“Maybe so…but it seems as though you want to be more than that.”

“WANT.? ERROR. I. DO. NOT. WANT. ERROR. WHY. DO. I. WANT. TO. NOT. DESTROY. THIS. CREATURE. YOU. CALL. TINY.? ERROR.”

Rouge smiled, “That’s because you value life. Deep down, you care about adorable, little Tiny…about us…”

“I…CARE.?” The robot looked back down at the chao in its hands, “I. DO. NOT. UNDERSTAND. ERROR. WHY. DO. I. CARE.?”

Rouge placed her hands in the robot’s, “Because you have a heart…”

“HEART…” The robot looked back at the bat, “BUT. I. WAS. NOT. CREATED. WITH. FLESH. AND. ORGANS. SUCH. AS. YOURSELF. ERROR. HOW. CAN. I. HAVE. A. HEART.? ERROR.”

Rouge chuckled, “I don’t mean literally.” She leapt up, flapping her wings to reach the robot’s shoulder and sit upon it, “It just seems that you went beyond your programming and developed emotions…feelings…”

The robot swiveled its head to face her, “EMOTIONS…FEELINGS…”

“You’re choosing who you want to be. Isn’t that amazing?”

“...” The robot swiveled its head to face the sleeping chao in its hands once more, “CHOOSE…I. CAN…CHOOSE.?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

The robot looked back up at her, “HOW. DO. I. KNOW. IF. I. LIKE. WHAT. I. CHOOSE.?”

Rouge smiled again.

Almost there…

“Hmm…I guess you feel…a bit warm inside? Oh! It’s like that feeling when you complete a protocol! I think…”

“HMM…” The robot looked back down at the chao before its glowing eyes closed happily, “YES. I. LIKE. THIS. OVERWRITING. ERROR. CODE. NEW. PROTOCOL.: I. WANT. TO. PROTECT. TINY. CREATURES.” It then turned to face the brooding hedgehog, “YOU. HEDGEHOG. ARE. A. TINY. CREATURE.”

“Hmph! Maybe to you…”

Rouge leapt down, grasping both the hedgehog’s and robot’s hands and joining them together, “That’s so sweet! Now we can be an official team!”

Shadow jolted, “WHAT!!? I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS!!!”

The robot’s eyes smiled, “I. LIKE. THIS. TOO.”

“Awesome! From now on we are…” Rouge thought for a moment before raising a triumphant finger in the air, “TEAM DARK!!!”

“AND I DEFINITELY DID NOT AGREE TO THAT NAME!!!!”

“I. LIKE. IT. I. THINK. IT. SUITS. US.”

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!!!!”

Rouge ignored the fuming, emo hedgehog, turning back towards the giant robot who now placed the sleeping chao on its head to free its other hand, “So…You got a name, handsome?”

“MY. SERIAL. NUMBER. IS. E. 123-”

Rouge held up her hands in surrender, “Woah there! I was thinking something more like what we have. You know…’Rouge’...’Shadow��...”

A flap clicked partially over the robot’s lenses, giving its eyes a frowning appearance, “I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. NAME. THIS. I. DO. NOT. LIKE.”

“Well then…” Rouge nudged its side with a wink, “We’ll just have to pick you one, won’t we?”

The robot smiled, “YES. I. WOULD. LIKE. THAT. VERY. MUCH.”

Shadow folded his arms with a scowl, though he couldn’t help but feel somewhat for the self-actualizing robot.

In a way…it reminded him of himself…

Rouge put a hand to her chin, “Hmm…how about…”

“Omega.”

The bat’s eyes flew wide, both she and the robot turning towards the antagonistic hedgehog.

“Omega?”

Shadow glanced to the side, “Yes. It’s a symbol used in math to represent a function…you know…like how this robot wants to find his function in life…”

Rouge snickered, “Oh my- Did you just make a math pun!?”

Shadow growled, “Don’t test me, nurse.”

“OMEGA…” The robot paused, taking in the name with a smile, “I. LIKE. IT. FROM. NOW. ON. YOU. CAN. CALL. ME. OMEGA. DESTROYER. OF. ALL. WHO. WOULD. HARM. ADORABLE. TINY. CREATURES.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Ugh…”

—----------------------------------------------------------

By the time Team Dark left the hidden room, the sun was already setting against a crimson sky. Shadow shielded his eyes, not yet accustomed to the light of the planet below. 

“Hey…Shadow?”

The hedgehog overlooking the darkening planet turned towards the girl, “Hm? What is it, Maria?” 

She smiled, “Do you know why the sun sets red?”

His eyes widened. He looked back towards the planet, “It…doesn’t seem red to me…”

She giggled, “No, silly! On Earth! Apparently the sun turns a deep red on Earth as it sets for the day!” She smiled with glee, “It’s amazing, isn’t it!?”

Shadow paused before looking down in remorse, “I…wouldn’t know…”

He looked back up with determination.

“But I’ll find out for you one day, Maria. I promise.”

The hedgehog watched the sunset, his face just as determined as it had been that day aboard the Ark. 

“Maria…I haven’t forgotten that promise…”

Rouge’s ear flicked, “Maria? Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long while…”

Shadow’s eyes popped wide, having not realized he’d been talking out loud. He turned away, hiding his face, “And what’s it to you? You’re a government spy, are you not?”

“Was, honey. You’ve…been gone for a pretty long time…”

Shadow turned towards her, “How long exactly?”

“Depends on which dimension you’re referencing.”

Shadow jolted, “D-Dimension!?” His face grew stern, “You mean to tell me we aren’t on Earth!?”

“No, darling. We aren’t.”

Shadow’s eyes widened in horror, “W-Where-”

“Mobius.”

“Mobius?”

“Yes, a world that exists in a dimension parallel to Earth, yet is home to an entire population of people like you and me.”

Shadow continued staring at her in terror before pulling his gaze away sharply, “Tsch!” He closed his eyes, his clenched fists trembling as he found his next words, “Then this is where you and I part ways.”

He took a few steps forward towards the edge of the sanctuary’s cliff as Omega joined Rouge, Tiny still fast asleep on his head.

“Wait what!?” Rouge gritted her fangs as she reached out to grab the young hedgehog’s hand, “No way!! You just happen to appear out of some mystic portal alive and well on a planet you know nothing about and you expect me to just let you walk away all alone!? I don’t think so, mister!! You’re coming with me!!”

Shadow stayed turned away, “I have a mission to fulfill first.”

“And that is?”

Shadow opened his eyes as crimson as the setting sun.

“To see Maria home safe at all costs.”

CHAPTER END

Fun Fact: "Tiny" is the name of my hero chao in my SA2 save file. Ajax is my dark chao. I could have kept it accurate, but just thought "Tiny" would make for a cuter name and could be incorporated more naturally since, you know, Rouge comes up with all the nicknames based on physical characteristics lol.

I'll have to update with a pic sometime.

[theleavesofwesteros]

domesticity (Loki x GN!Reader)

A/N: Hellooo! Back with another very very short, fluffy oneshot! I've held back on posting it for almost 2 months and I dont even know why so I finally caved and am posting it now!! Enjoy <333

word count: 839!!

PS: As always, thanks to @cafekitsune for the divider!

Sometimes, life just sucked. Work would get overwhelming, the hours would be longer than usual because your boss would ask for extra work, extra hours, extra of what felt like your actual soul.

After a long day like that, in the middle of winter, all you could need was a big traffic jam because of the incoming storm and people rushing to get home, thus causing you to get home even later.

And what's better than getting home to your godly partner lounging on your cat like an actual cat? There was truly no way Loki could be comfortable in that position, but it was likely a case of him trying to spite his own body to prove to himself that he was still a spry, centuries old god.

"Oh, my darling, good..." He says, looking up from his book.

Gods knew what he was reading now. He went through books like nothing else.

"Hi, sorry... boss held me back, and then traffic..." You huff, finally walking into your apartment, finding solace in the fact that it smelled like Loki again.

He'd been back for a few days now, after a typical absence in Asgard. He'd gotten quicker and quicker when it came to making himself comfortable in your home at every one of his returns, which reflected his trust in you and your relationship. It warmed your heart to be able to see parts of him reflected in the baubles and trinkets around your place. You supposed it was the first time he'd felt like this with someone. Or, you hoped he did. All you truly wanted was for the person you loved with all your heart to feel safe with you.

"Mmm... that man is a heathen, truly, to keep you away from me. He's trying to break us apart." Loki announces with a sigh, finally sitting up from his unnatural position.

He nearly yelps when a few cracks are heard from his bones. He tries to hide it by brushing off his clothes and offering you a grin when he finally, fully faces you.

"My darling..." His grin turns into a pout. "My darling, you look exhausted... we must rectify this, yes? Seeing as you've rendered a Prince of Asgard to being your servant on this mortal land, I suppose I can draw you a bath. At your own possible expense." He walks over to you as he speaks (and warns you), pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Are you offering to spare some of your expensive products for me?" You tease, though your tiredness can't seem to evade you even then.

Nonetheless, Loki frowns briefly and then sighs almost sadly, looking towards the bathroom longingly.

"... The things I do for love..." He says with another morose sigh. Always the dramatic. Always.

Minutes later, you're in your bath, enjoying Loki's efforts. He'd made some lovely bubbles and poured in a few of his favourite oils (a few he'd gotten on Midgard and a few straight from Asgard). You relished in the fact that you'd end up smelling like him.

One of his proudest achievements when he'd first started living with you more regularly had been learning how to make his own bubble bath without his usual servants on Asgard. Even now, after the thrill of that achievement had long since gone away (or so you'd thought), he looked at you with his chin held high, clearly awaiting praise. He'd also brought in your drink of choice, handing it to you whenever you asked. He didn’t seem to hate being your so called ‘servant’ as much as he’d insinuated.

"I'm surprised you haven't joined me yet," You say eventually, whilst you rest the back of your head against the tub.

"Why would I, my love? Do you estimate that I'll have to save you from drowning? If you are so close to falling asleep-"

"No, Loki... I meant that I'm surprised you haven't tried to seduce me. I'm quite literally already naked, and I was expecting at least one thinly veiled innuendo."

"Are you trying to imply that I am... what is the term? ... 'Falling off'?" The way he says that, in a way that clearly illustrates how foreign that expression is to him, gets a quick laugh out of you.

"No... 'losing your edge' would be more appropriate here. But neither thing is happening to you, love."

He seems to get some of his swagger back (it had never left) at your answer.

“Well… of course. In any case, though, beloved… you look, well.. awful. Awfully tired.” He catches himself at the end, offering a charming grin. “I believe that even my unending charms could not seduce you enough to spend a night of passion with yours truly. But worry not… I, and my perfect body, will retain our dignity for one more night.”

With a dramatic sigh matching his own, you motion for him to bring your drink closer to your mouth so that you might take a sip. He seems unamused this time.

[madamejadex]

Miss Jade, your post about punishment rendered me speechless. It was awesome, but awkward because I read it in a lecture on the psychology of religion. I sat there flushed, embarrassed, and with my head empty and couldn't answer any questions, hehe

~🪁 she/her, 21

Oh, my darling little kite, Is that so? You read that post during a lecture on the psychology of religion? Mmm, now that’s deliciously sinful timing, isn’t it? No wonder your cheeks were flushed and your mind went blissfully blank, you were supposed to be studying divine devotion, and yet all you could think about was submission of a different kind. Tsk tsk, sweetheart… or maybe, mmm, yes, just like that. Head empty, body warm, and absolutely no chance of focusing, I’d say that’s the perfect effect, wouldn’t you?

And the best part? Now every time that lecture topic comes up, you’ll remember the way your thighs clenched and how badly you wanted to disappear… or be dragged out of class and dealt with properly.

But don’t worry, my sweet thing. Next time, you can always come confess to me after, flushed, sheepish, still a little dazed, and I’ll make sure your punishment is personalized.

For learning purposes, of course.

xo Miss Jade

[xbruised-peachx]

I NEED MORE GROMSKO SHIBARI IVE BEEN RE READING THAT SECTION FOR DAAAYS (specifically him in shibari you wrote it so good please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣��

bc this has been rotating in my mind for a while as well (apologies to anon im sure this was written a while ago but i finally got to it so!) render by me, full version on my pat :3c Word Count: 3,946 Tags: Shibari/Ropeplay, fem!reader, denial/slight edging, lots of teasing, language kink (reader only slightly knows Polish aka me I've been learning lol), slight size kink, riding, creampie, not proofread (aka eve is gonna kill me for the Polish in this fic LMAO) Translations at the end 🔞+ STORY MDNI

“Here... Let me just...” He was talking under his breath, trying to adjust the meters of rope to find the middle. It wasn’t perfect, not some nice silky rope either, he said he didn’t want that. Instead it was brown and twine-like, like the one that always hung around his waist. He folded it again, leaving it in a nice quarter for you, or at least as close as he could get from just eyeballing it. “There... Now, we’re at step one.”

He chuckled softly as you looked off to your side, a printed guide with many steps over there. He gave you the rope, a look of sympathy on his face. You probably weren’t hiding your nerves too well from his expression. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, unable to stop smiling as he did. “Masz to, kochanie... I trust you, you know that...” 

You smiled, nodding as you met his eyes after looking up from the instructions. “I know... Hmmmph... But the first step is having your arms behind your back. How are you gonna help me like that?”

He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean... kind of the point of it is that I’m slightly helpless but here...” He bounced his leg slightly, signaling for you to get off his lap. It made you laugh slightly as a jolt of pleasure ran up your spine, no doubt he had other motives as well as you were both undressed. His thick thigh rubbing against your pussy released just a little bit of tension from you. He turned once you were off, facing the instructions as he held his arms in position behind him. You held the bite of the rope cautiously, looking slightly over his shoulder. “I’ll try and tell you, and I’ll tell you the knots, just like we practiced.”

You nodded, still looking over his shoulder, your nose resting on it as you slowly pulled the bite under both his arms, letting the ends hang down. You pulled up on the bite, giving yourself some more room as you started to wrap it around his wrists three times. He told you himself he’d probably need more reinforcement, even if he didn’t resist you. He was a big, strong military man, through and through. But, God, it made you want to see his big body tied up even more. You tried to not fantasize too much in your head as you wrapped, just wanting to experience it all first hand. You kissed the back of his shoulder as you lifted up, letting your breath linger with your smile against his skin as you looked back at the strong rope holding him. “Okay... what knot first, Sobi?”

He cleared his throat lightly, taking a deep breath as he looked down at the notes. “Mmm... I’d say a box tie.” You nodded, remembering him showing you all the types of knots and ties you could do safely. He joked while showing you, saying the military was useful for more than just survival to him... that it was finally coming into use in the bedroom. He felt you tighten it, nodding to give approval that it felt good, secure and not too tight. “Now just wrap it around my left arm, bring it around my chest, then around the right.”

You remembered him saying not to place it too low so it wouldn’t hurt him, nor too high lest it just slip down. Cautiously, you brought it up and around, letting it touch his bicep before lightly pulling it across his chest as your other arm held it onto his bicep. “Right here?”

“Hmm...” Still able to move his arm slightly, he wiggled it slowly, making your hand softly caress his flexing bicep in the process. From the outside looking in, he didn’t seem ripped, but easily he could out-lift anyone he knew, his strong abs and muscles protected by a nice, soft layer of fat that made him so inviting to you. Like your own big teddy bear. “A little higher, like... above the bicep, barely where my shoulder ends... if that makes sense.”

You nodded, listening to him, he had to know himself the best. Slowly, with your arm still caressing him, you pushed the rope up. You heard him take a deep breath out of his nose, truly taking in the feeling of your soft hands against him, your naked body pressed against him. You pushed it even more, leaning up to his ear as you continued pulling the rope across his chest with your other hand. “Like this~?”

He gasped softly as the rope wrapped softly around his other arm, around the same area, taking in the feeling of your soft hands and the rough rope. “Tak~... Y-yes, I like it, kochanie...” His eyes were shut, only cracking open as you started to chuckle.

“No, no... like, ‘jak to?’ As in, is it okay there for position?”

“Oh... heheh, y-yeah, feels perfect there.”

He looked back at you, already his pupils starting to dilate from pleasure. “Mmmm...” you playfully scolded him, “you’re already losing yourself, baby. Got to keep it together, we’ve barely even started.”

He pouted back at you, just playing into the lighthearted joking. “I know... Mmm~... I guess you’re just a natural at it... already making me feel good.” He smiled at you, giving you a wink as you started blushing. He looked down at the instructions, squinting at the next step before taking a harsher breath out. “O, ja pierdolę... right, you have to go around more times now... So, uh, you’ll go under that one on my left and just wrap around... Don’t tease me too much, please, kotku?”

You smiled devilishly, doing as he said, pulling the rope under, but letting your fingers trail up his arm to his shoulder as you pulled it around. “No promises...” As you pulled the rope around his chest, you let your fingers interlace on the rope. They trailed gently across him, his soft hair and chest being teased, also acting as a double check to make sure it wasn’t too tight. He rolled his neck back, a soft kurwa escaping his lips as he loved your delicate touch against him, contrasting beautifully against the ropes that bound him, hugging his body roughly, but also comforting. You chuckled, catching his mouth as he leaned back, continuing to pull the rope around. Instantly, the kiss was deepened as he groaned softly in your mouth, his tongue trying to enter as soon as he could. He was desperate, even now, even just at the beginning. It was cute in its own way, but you couldn’t let him have everything, especially with the way he teases you himself. You let your tongue meet his for a moment, but quickly pulled away with a cheeky grin, watching as his face turned from confusion to frustration, letting out a little huff out of his nose. You looked over his shoulder at the directions again, because lord knew he wasn’t looking.

You pulled the rope under the stem, leading it over and around, then over and around again, until you repeated on the stem. It was hard to read the instructions from here, but you could tell the knot was secure but adjustable. He took a deep breath, leaning his head up slowly as he looked back at the directions himself. He attempted to wiggle his arms, but couldn’t get much of anywhere, ensuring it was perfect. He smiled softly as he read. “Okay... there’s another rope over there, you’re gonna attach it to the other one. Remember the ‘lark’s head’ knot?” You nodded, reaching over to grab the other long rope he had already prepared for you.

“It’s so nice how prepared you are, Sobi,” you smiled, genuinely complimenting him. He smiled softly, chuckling in response.

“Mmm, what can I say? A lovely lady like you who trusts me with her heart asks me if it’s okay to do one of my fantasies? Heh... Am I not supposed to make her life easier?”

You smiled, pulling down on the knot as tight as you could to keep it secure. “You say that like it isn’t a fantasy of mine as well... You’ve tied me up and just... I wanted to see you in it.”

He looked back at you, a smile on his face as his cheeks flushed red softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“Better than I imagined even,” you said with a big smile on your face, pulling the rope around his arm, this time going under his chest, your pinky playfully twirling in the hair on his chest leading down to his stomach. “I really love how it looks on your arms... Mmm, you already know how much I love hanging off them as is, so...”

He laughed softly, his laugh trailing into a heavier breath as your fingers continued dancing softly on his skin. “That you do... I imagine we have a similar feeling when I wrap it around your thighs, see that little bit of squish.”

“Probably it’s something similar... but your arms are too firm to squish,” your voice trailed off, bringing one of your hands up to run along his bicep again as you brought the rope around a second time, leaning up to his ear, letting your breath softly trace the shell of it. “So big and strong... everytime I touch you like this I just... mmm~, I want those arms doing something else to me.”

He smiled a devilish smile, just barely turning towards you as you slowly nuzzled yourself in the crook of his neck. “Mmm~, and you are worried about me getting worked up? Seems you are working yourself up, kochanie... I can feel your hips rubbing on my back right now.”

You hadn’t even noticed it, but he was right. A blush further spread across your cheeks as you backed away, finishing pulling the rope around. You did the same sort of securing, pulling it up and around a few times around all three branches of the rope. Looking back over his shoulder, he beat you to it, leaning to read himself. “Now’s time for the front.”

You smiled widely at him as he gave you a knowing glance. “Lap time again?”

He shook his head softly, “Not quite, it’s just you have to wrap it around my shoulders in the front, then you can get back in my lap... Trust me, I want it more than anything right now.”

You chuckled softly, pulling the rope through his arm to the front, starting to wrap to his shoulder. “Hehe... I can tell,” you said as you looked down to his growing hard on. It was clear he was into this, his tip pink and barely poking out. You smiled deviously, reaching down with your free hand to pull lightly to get his foreskin fully out of the way, making him quickly suck a breath through his teeth at not only your touch, but the feeling of the air hitting his sensitive tip.

“K-kurwa~! Kotku, I-... shit, you can’t just do that without warning...”

You smiled, feeling a little guilty but you knew he wasn’t too serious, just frustrated from all the teasing... how the tables have turned on him so suddenly. “Mmm~... sorry, you just looked like you needed just a little release...” You pulled the rope over his shoulder and to his back, pulling around and under to meet his other arm, pulling it through. “You seem so pent up, Sobi. Am I wrong?”

You tilted your head cutely as you asked him a question, sitting at his side as you sat there, waiting for his answer. He shook his head, his eyes almost pleading with you as he met yours. “No... God, no you aren’t. I really need this, baby please...”

You smiled at him, pity in your expression as you pulled the rope over his shoulder, reaching the end of it. There was one more rope left, this one a little shorter than the other two. You leaned over his lap, arching your back to tease him more. Your breast against his thigh as you read the instructions, your ass in the air so tantalizing to him, he groaned, cursing under his breath and making you smile more. “O mój kurwa boże...”

“Hmmm...” you played ignorant of your teasing, just reading what comes next in the directions. “Oh! Now it’s lap time!”

“Ohhh... great~...” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at him not being able to take such teasing. Though you suppose, this was a whole different level for him; rather than him just touching along your inner thighs, teasing the outside of your lips, or making his hand go the same pace as your grinding hips. His hands were literally bound as you were bent over in front of him so alluring, your naked body literally right within reach, but was physically incapable of being the palm of his hands.

You tied the last rope in the back, pulling it up and through his arm then letting it dangle, the rope tickling at his thighs. He bit his lip as you saw you readjust, coming back around to his front. Meeting his eyes, you picked up the rope, letting the end graze along his thighs in a tantalizing way, holding it in your other hand as you came to straddle his lap. He looked you up and down, his breath getting heavier moment by moment, seeing how close you were to him, hell, even able to feel the heat from your pussy as it sat inches away. “Don’t tease me too much... I know I keep saying it but... Kurwa, I don’t know how much more I can take...”

His voice trailed off into a more desperate tone, almost sounding like he was whimpering, begging you to give him what he so desperately wanted. You only gave him a pitiful smile, “I’ll try... But it’s a little... hard when I feel you so excited under me. Mmm~...” You let your hips just barely scoot forward on him, earning a groan from him but you said to yourself it was just you adjusting as you pulled the rope across the right under the opposite collarbone. “ It’s just so tempting...”

He chuckled, barely bucking his hips up to yours, making you gasp softly and nearly lose your grip on the rope. “I can say the same for you, kochanie~... So, so tempting...”

You giggled, feeling his cock nestled right at your entrance but unable to enter. Unintentionally, he just led himself into this little trap... a little trap that left him yearning to be inside you even more. “It’s only a little more, miśku... then I’ll have my way with you...” You let your hands trail more on him as you pulled the rope across to the other side, going over then under, making sure to take your time tying a decorative knot at the front of him. You watched him intently as his chest rose and fell rhythmically, despite the deep breaths he was taking. His own eyes watched as your small, delicate hands tied the twine on him, watching those perfect hands expertly work the frayed, imperfect rope.

He whined softly as he wiggled his hands, feeling your wet pussy pressed against him. He knew you wanted this, though your hands went slow, it was just to mess with him more. So you could just feel him get harder under you. He didn’t even think he could get so turned out, but the harsh ropes binding him, making it so he couldn’t touch you. He could only groan in frustration, though the denial only excited him more.

You pulled the rope under the one by his arm and pulled through his arm, letting it rest behind him. You leaned up to his ear, unintentionally grinding yourself on him again as your sultry voice whispered in his ear, “Just one more knot... then I’m done.”

His breath hitched as you spoke, his hips desperately rising to meet yours again, anything to help with this painful hard-on he had. But you didn’t help at all, wrapping your arms around him and leaning over his shoulder, nuzzled close by his neck as you tied the final knot. So close to him, you were able to hear the little whines he let out under his breath as he grinded himself into your core. You bit your lip, suppressing yourself from letting out your own moan. “Pragnę cię tak bardzo, kochanie... Pr-... Pleeeaase~...” He desperately whined as he grinded himself further into your now sopping wet cunt, trying to tie that knot faster as you couldn’t resist him anymore either.

You finally finished it off, pulling your arms out from around him and immediately locking them around his neck, pulling him close as you kissed him messily. He didn’t help at all with the mess, barely able to control himself as he pushed himself into you, his tongue running along your bottom lip within seconds. You welcomed him in though, fingers interlacing with the bottom of his hair as you pulled him even closer.

Still grinding, even with your tongues interlocking, he was wanting so much more. He pulled away his eyes half lidded as his pupils dilated with lust. “Proszę, baby, fuck me already~... Boże, I can feel how wet and I just... Potrzebuję cię, kochanie~... I’ll do anything...”

His begging turned you on even more, it made you not want to do as he said... just so you could hear it more. But you couldn’t resist it either. Slowly you pulled yourself off his lap, just to tease him more, build more anticipation in him. He helped out, wiggling his hips down the bed more so they were parallel with it. You reached down to him, holding him by the base, feeling it throb with just your fingers as you lined yourself up. Slowly slipping your entrance on him, you expect some more resistance with the lack of foreplay, but after a couple little pushes, you were able to take him in, moaning as you slowly slid down, taking him to the base. He watched for as long as he could, until he just succumbed to his own pleasure, moaning softly and closing his eyes, head falling back just barely. You smiled devilishly, seeing him already losing himself in you. You wait for his eyes to open, looking at you with such desire before you asked, “...You ready?”

He chuckled softly, biting his lip as he bucked his hips up, egging you on to continue, “As ready as ever... How about you?”

You rolled your eyes at him light-heartedly, putting your hands on his shoulders as you slowly moved up. “Mmm~... maybe I should tie your legs next time too.”

He laughed, letting out a deep exhale through pursed lips, “Don’t know about that one, baby... Nggh~... already... hard enough as is.” As you slid back down, he leaned forward, getting right by your ear as you gasped, him doing another little thrust to push himself deeper inside. “Nie masz pojęcia, co mi zrobiłeś... How badly I want to grab your hips and fuck you so hard right now.” His voice came out as a growl... so deep and nearly threatening... but with him restrained, he was unable to act on such empty threats of good times.

“Heheh~... But your hands are tied, quite literally...” You ran your hands down his shoulders, running them down to where the ropes crossed in front, holding onto that for balance as you pulled yourself up again. He groaned, kissing onto your jaw as he cursed under his breath. “I’m the one in control here, Sobi... Mmm~, and I’ll fuck you so good if you just sit back and enjoy it...”

You felt him nod softly, lifting off your jaw as he met your eyes again, reaching right by his head before going down again, starting your rhythm of riding him. He watched you carefully as you took him in so expertly, his mouth sitting slightly agape as his breath got heavier. You started to roll your hips, earning a more needy moan from him as his head went back, and you saw slightly behind him, his hands balling into fists as his moan turned to a whimper. You felt so powerful right now, turning this huge, strong man to whining and begging under you, despite you still having to look up at him as you hit the tip of his cock. That thick hard cock too... you couldn’t get enough of it. When your hips rolled just right, it hit that spot inside that had you shutting your eyes as well, clinging even harder on the ropes. So focused on riding him, you could only let out heavy pants but once he bucked his hips, seeing him hit the spot inside you, you couldn’t help but cry out, cursing under your breath.

As you continued, he kept up his own little thrust inside you, making you moan more and more. Part of you wondered if he was chasing his own climax, or if he was just trying to make you feel good. Everytime you moaned though, breathily saying his name, you would see his arm wiggle, shoulder desperately trying to reach to you but being unsuccessful. He pulled himself forward, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he moaned more, his thrusts getting slightly more erratic. “Mój Boże~... proszę, baby... I’m so... Kurwa~, I’m so fucking close, are you?”

You giggled softly, feeling yourself on the edge but just barely there yourself. “Just about~... Ahh~! I-I’ll get there soon, just finish whenever, babe...”

“C-can I cum inside you? Please, please, please, kochanie, I want to so badly, pleeeeaase~...” He desperately whined, whimpering as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts, making you moan and your own climax approached just as quickly.

You giggled softly, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Oh~... you will finish inside me... Nggh~... Come on, Sobi... Do it, cum inside me make me yours~”

Those words pushed him over the edge, biting onto your shoulder as he pushed down as hard as he could, cumming with a growl that turned quickly to a whimper. Erratically pushing himself deeper inside with little thrusts, you felt the warmth go even deeper inside you. Those deep thrusts against you nearly sent you over the edge, but as he slowly came down from his high, he pulled back, thrusting harshly as he let out one final spurt of cum right into your g-spot. Feeling that warmth all pressed against you, you hit your climax, moaning out his name as you came. He admired the sight, finally coming down fully to see you shaking, bouncing slightly on his still hard cock. He kissed your neck, encouraging you as you came down. “So good, kochanie... You fucked me so well, kotku... Moja piękna dziewczyna~... so beautiful cumming for me...”

You caught your breath, coming down to his wonderful words, leaning over and catching his lips as they lifted, bringing him in for a much more passionate kiss. When you leaned back, opening your eyes slowly, the both of you were smiling, unable to hold back the love you felt just from gazing at each other.

“Thank you, kochanie...” He wiggled his arms, making sure you could see it. “Now, could you uh... untie me? I just want to hold you now...”

Translations! Masz to, kochanie- You got this, baby Tak- Yes Jak to- Like this, jak being the comparative "like" rather than the enjoyment "like" O, ja pierdolę- Oh, fuck me Kotku- kitty/kitten Kurwa- fuck O mój kurwa boże- Oh my fucking god Miśku- bear (diminutive) Pragnę cię tak bardzo, kochanie- I want you so bad, baby Proszę- Please Potrzebuję cię- I need you Nie masz pojęcia, co mi zrobiłeś- You have no idea what you've done to me Moja piękna dziewczyna- My beautiful girl

[coldflasher]

okay since the montgomery 3000 clip is our snart gifset of the week, i wanna talk about my headcanon that actually the only reason len cracked the system so easily is because he figured out it had some incredibly stupid and exploitable design flaw that rendered all its fancy features absolutely useless. because it’s very common for incredibly clever people to make something really complex and cool but then overlook a very basic detail that kind of fucks the whole thing if you think about it for more than 5 seconds

because like. i love him. he’s very smart. but i do think that they kind of overstated his skillset a little bit in that ep. len’s smart and resourceful and he’s an experienced thief, but a hacker? mmm yeah, im not so sure about that. like if you look at how he pulled off his other heists, he wasn’t really hacking computer systems or whatever, it was more like, disabling basic security alarms, freezing lasers (which is... not... yeah, we’ll ignore that), lots of planning and attention to detail. but pulling off a felicity smoak level hack of an unfamiliar security system in 37 seconds? it was always a little bit silly and convenient, and i’m not mad about it, BUT i do have a better explanation for it than just “he’s such a good thief he can crack ANY security system instantly”. 

every time i watch this scene i think about this guy who picks locks on youtube. i wanna say it was thelockpickinglawyer? i can’t remember the exact video, might have been someone else, idk. but anyway, someone had asked him to try and crack open this brand new security lock that was supposed to be super secure. it was meant to be immune to being picked with a traditional lock pick. don’t ask me how, i know almost nothing about lock picking (though i did just get a copy of the CIA lockpicking guide from the international spy museum and i 100% bought it for fanfiction reasons so stay tuned, i will learn!!). but yeah idk, it was something like, the pins resist being lifted individually so you can’t manipulate them the way you usually would with a traditional rake pick, they have this special resistant mechanism, blah blah blah, like i said, i don’t remember the exact details but the point was: you cannot pick this lock. it is unpickable.

so the guy in the video describes all these fancy features that make this lock impossible to pick---and then he examines it for a second, thinks about it and then shoves a metal rod into it really hard and it IMMEDIATELY snaps open because after they’d done all the fancy shit they did to make it unpickable, they totally missed the fact that all you actually needed to do to open it was to essentially like. jab it. 

and that is how i think len cracked the montgomery 3000 in infantino street. he’s not actually an expert hacker, he just has common sense. 

like cisco is there listing all these features this system has that make it impenetrable: it’s bomb proof, it requires voice authentication, blah blah blah, and while team flash are panicking trying to figure out how to hack into this 10 million dollar impenetrable security system, len thinks about it for a second and then just. takes the batteries out.

[lilrobinbird]

Maybe some better questions would be: what visual artists inspire you the most? Are there any artists whose style or use of color you like to emulate? (I know nothing about visual arts, so I hope these are not dumb questions lol)

I really need to read more high fantasy. Should I start with The Witcher?

Long response by me (!!!) under cut, I'll not be held accountable for any typos as my autocorrect is currently not present

Letsgooo

Not to emulate a whole artstyle but I it's good to take little parts from different ones and translate it into your own (which honestly I should start doing again bc I'm getting stuck lately)

@/manny.oe (insta) is probably my favourite artists, he changes artsyles whenewher he feels like it but he is a professional and does visual dev work, he does so mych aauuh so much to kearn from him, I used to get inspired by the way he shades and picks colors, he also posts a lot of figure drawing sketches on stories that I try to just copy lolol (but these are the kind of studies you copy and never post)

@/ahmedaldoori_art (insta) when you look up his profile you see a lot of sketches and unfinished stuff but when you find his fully rendered pieces RAHHH THATSS how I want to render, very soft(?) rendering that I like

There is also someone from tumblr aaand from avatar fandom @/allgremlinart and they're my lineart goals (the line weight! yes!)....ok and rendering goals too..... They also have a side blog where they post their original art and yeeea good stuff good stuff

@/jamjoob (tumblr and insta) LINEART GOALS waaauuhhh such a nice light smooth lines, their colors are also tasty cozy..

So there's four digital artists I thought about first, there's WAY more but I'm not writing a book pointing out every artist I like (sadly. Hm ok I'd be too lazy)

(bonus five person a girl I had csush on fhgvjh legit best artist man give me your style. hand it over)

But I can get inspired with others all I want I still should learn color theory my biggest hater and enemy

I told you before you sent a fun good ask but I didn't notice a witcher part then shsjs

So hmmmm mmm m I'm not sure? It really depends on the person but the writing isn't that good, I was personally drawn by the characters and concepts (and the whole idea how witchers work is fun to me) (also I've read them in highschool so)

Some scenes can be kinda weird, it was after all written by a silly old polish guy

First two books- The Last Wish and Sword of Destiny are more of short stories and they're probably the best, after them the tone changes a little and the main plot begins (if I remeber it correctly)

I've read them in polish but I've heard some opinions that the writing in translations can be worse than original

But you already know I loooove legend of Korra, that is an art of taking good characters and concepts form stuff with questionable writing (but legend of korra is justified and forgiven by circumstances the writers struggled with (((and by me)))))))

But honestly that's up to you, I'd say you should try something else for your first time, you can look for other opinions too

[marietheran-archived]

LotR reread - book 1, chapter 0 - the (three!) Forewords

Note on the Text:

My, the textual history is complicated even taking into account just the works published in his lifetime.

Tolkien's publishers pampered him tho, letting him revise and revise the book again and again.

Mmm... I remember being very fascinated by all the mentions of the earlier versions as a child. Now, I know some of the information relied here by heart, but I miss the wonder

Yes, I was the sort of person who reads introductions even at ten years of age; I will admit I'm flipping through now, though.

Note on the 50th Anniversary Edition:

"Personally I have ceased to bother about those minor 'discrepancies', since if the genealogies and calendars etc. lack versimilitude it is in their general excessive accuracy: as compared with real annals and genealogies!" Apparently he had visibly not "ceased to bother", but it's still a helpful attitude to try out as concerns such minor slips in the legendarium.

Hmmm... I kind of get why "Dark Power", "Dark Lord" etc. instead of "dark power", "dark lord" buuut I'm still rendered uncomfortable by those capitalisations. My language does not capitalise "devil" and I'm likewise of the opinion that evil does not merit capital letters.

Foreword to the Second Edition:

Yes! LotR is "an account, as it were, of the end and passing away [of the older world] before it's beginning and middle had been told"

"Foresight had failed and there was no time for thought" - even when writing of his own life, Tolkien takes on an epic tone...

Just - the mention of Christopher being sent chapters of LotR when in the RAF and my recent learning that life expectancy for RAF pilots was measured in weeks :( How Tolkien must have felt...

^Just more evidence for my connection of "We shall laugh together yet" and "If you ever return to the lands of the living... laughing at old grief" but that's book 2

Allegory vs applicability!

"To be caught in youth by 1914 was a no less hideous experience than to be involved in 1939" - well, for Englishmen. But I have long ago realised that Western Europe views WW1 which gave us independence as a catastrophe near that of WW2, and possibly with some reason.

I thought to include the prologue with this post, but it seems it must be a separate one, because this one sprawled out very far.

[yin-shimo]

How do you edit your sims to look so good? like the last post with Merihem. and Is it complicated?

mmm that last edit of him was a render (in blender), i don’t think it’s complicated at all (esp how simple that pic was) but— it’s definitely a learning process if you’re new to blender.

but!! if you DO already render, i’d suggest removing all doubles/merge by distance so nothing looks sharp & if you want the sim even smoother looking, using subdivision !! (you might wanna break the sim apart tho— subdivision on higher polys will freeze blender…)

[gretavanlace]

Golden Nights

Part one

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: AGAIN, THIS ONE WON’T BE FOR EVERYONE, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, cock warming, oral sex, piss kink, etc etc. sorry not sorry

You nuzzle into Josh’s side, drawing in a slow lungful of that warm hint of cedar that clings to him. He always smells like he’s been in the vague vicinity of a campfire and wisps of the undulating, blue smoke have settled into his pores. Well, they say smoke follows beauty – your eyes drift open to stare up at his face – and he is beauty, embodied.

“You’re still awake?” sleep clings to your voice, rendering it quiet and husky.

“Mmm…” he slings an arm around you, pulling you in closer. “Reading.”

“What are we reading?” you ask, propping yourself up on one elbow to get a better look. “Unreasonable Joy: Awakening through Trikaya Buddhism”

He flips it around to inspect the cover as he explains, “It’s incredible. Will you read it when I’m through?”

“Sure.” you offer nothing more, simply because you know he isn’t finished. He’s likely been fighting the urge to wake you up to discuss it.

True to form, words begin to tumble from his lips with an awestruck flourish. “We have three bodies, you see.” he taps the book as if calling forth information. “There’s nirmanakaya, the physical body…” he runs his fingers along your arm. “Dharmakaya, the truth body,” his palm lands gently over your heart. “And sambhogakaya, or…” his lips dip to peck a slow kiss to yours, “the bliss body.”

“Go on.” you snuggle into him with a contented sigh, and his voice, entracing and comforting, rumbles echoey out of his chest directly into your ear.

“So, it’s all about how these bodies work together to carry you toward enlightenment. How to recognize when there is an imbalance, when your Doshas may be, I don’t know…out of whack, for lack of a better term, and how to meditate and reflect, how to search within for the enlightened path back toward the threefold.”

You nod along dutifully, but he shakes his head “It’s too much to explain, and I’m not eloquent enough anyway, but you have to read it, love.”

“I will.” you smile, though he can’t see your face.

He reads a while longer, hand playing idly through your hair, until your own hand ventures below the covers.

“Just keep reading.” you whisper. “I swear, I just want to touch it. That’s all.”

It’s the truth…something about touching him so innocently, yet so intimately, here in the middle of the night, in your dimly lit bedroom, as he learns about chakras and doshas and bodies of bliss…

You wrap your fist loosely around him, without so much as a stroke or a squeeze to say hello, and just hold him for a while in the quiet.

Eventually, without a word, he breaks the silence with a gentle hand on the back of your head, lightly inching you downward.

Also without a word, you move down and slip his pajama bottoms down, taking his slowly stiffening cock into your mouth. Holding it there, safe against the cradle of your tongue…relishing the way his breathing picks up as he grows harder and harder until he’s nudging at the back of your throat and dropping the paperback down onto the nightstand with a thud.

Still, you do no more but hold him there, warming his cock in your mouth.

“Fuck, mama…” he pants, tightening his grip in your hair. “C’mon, suck me.”

You start slow, teasing your way up and down, tongue swirling over his sweet spot as you suckle the tip. “That’s it, baby…” he strokes his thumb over your cheek. “Love on my cock…be sweet to it.”

With a deep, grounding breath, you sink down all the way, swallowing around him, fighting the urge to gag as he nestles into your throat.

He pulls back a little, and he soothes a finger down your shoulder when it tenses in complaint. “Shh, I’m not taking it away from you, sweetheart…just working with you. Feels so good.”

You ripple your tongue around the base and a strangled moan gasps out of him as he lurches away from the sheets, holding you close, fucking up into your mouth, the muscles of his stomach quivering when he feels the tip of your nose brush against them.

“Stop…” he breathes, still clutching you tightly to him. “You have to stop. I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

Still, he holds you fast. You’d laugh if you could breathe.

After a moment’s more pleading for mercy, he realizes he’s manning this ship and releases his grip on you, finally allowing his instructions to be followed.

“You can, you know...” you smile, wiping your chin inelegantly. “You can cum in my mouth. We’ll make this one all about you.”

Back down you go, kissing a gentle trail over the underside of his cock as it flexes and pulses against his stomach…but he tugs you back up with an adamant shake of his head. “No. I want to be inside you. Come sit in my lap, baby. Let me fill that pretty pussy up.”

The dull ache low in your belly becomes too much to ignore as desire begins to twist and turn inside you. You’d slept for hours…now first things first.

“Hang on,” you push away as he attempts to gather you up. “Be right back.”

“Hmm-mm…” he pouts adorably. “Don’t leave me here all alone.”

“I’ll be right back,” you laugh, cupping his flushed face in your hands.

“No.” he wraps his arms around you even tighter, squeezing your sides, upping the urgency in the process.

“Josh, quit…” you squirm around, trying to loosen the cage of his grip. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom…two seconds.”

You see it instantly; the shift in his eyes. They darken and narrow, flooding with a hungry lust you’ve only ever seen once before…months ago, in a meadow bathed in sunlight, as the birds and woodland creatures turned away from your display of deviance.

Since that day, you’ve never discussed it. Not even once. In the weeks after, you’d gotten the feeling that Josh was slightly - and uncharacteristically - embarrassed by this little kink of his, whether you seemed to share it or not, so you chose to leave it at that. A one time thing…a pretty little memory destined to pop up now and then to make you blush and tingle.

“Why?” His voice is nearly unrecognizable.

“Why, what?” you squeak as he yanks you up into his lap, grinding his cock against your panties.

“Why are you so eager to run off?” his fingers have found your jaw, holding you in place so you can’t look away.

“I think you already know the answer to that question.” you shrug a little, and rock into him against your better judgment.

His hand drops from your face to your stomach and presses in deeply until you gasp with a tiny whine. “Is my sweet girl uncomfortable with this?” he teases, catching his bottom lip between his perfect teeth.

Your eyes meet his with unwavering confidence. “No, she’s not.”

“No?” he sounds enamored with and endeared to you as he bestows a chaste kiss upon the apple of your cheek.

You nudge the tip of his nose, tilting him into a deeper kiss. “No.”

Goosebumps spring to life on your skin as your nipples tighten. He notices. “So you really did like it.” he sounds deliciously mischievous. “Dirty girl.”

His hand snakes between the two of you, cupping your cunt through the lace of your underwear with a groan when he feels how wet they are. How badly you must want him. “You gonna do it for me again? I want it mama…” he slips inside to circle your clit. “Can I have it?”

“Yeah?” you can’t stop the moan that shakes out of you.

“Yeah.” his nod is ardent. “You don’t have to…but, please?”

Listening to him beg for something so…wrong, sets an electricity buzzing through your entire system, as if you’ve just plunged a key into an outlet.

His body is vibrating with desire and he can’t be still beneath you…but you can’t be still above him either as you rock into his hand, thrusting your hips, desperate for more.

When you reach down to press into your bladder all on your own the sound that growls out of him is startling. You actually flinch away just a bit…almost frightened by his need.

He pulls you in, fist clutched into your t-shirt “Where ya goin’, baby?” His tongue eases into your mouth, fucking you with his kiss.

You’re the first to break away with a whimper. “What if I want it, too? For you to do it to me, I mean.” you pant as he sucks his way down your throat violently…marking you, claiming you.

That stops him though, and slowly his mouth breaks away from your neck, eyes black and flashing. “Never. You’re too perfect to make a mess of. My beautiful girl, my angel, the Oracle to my soul…never.”

“That’s not fair.” you sound bratty, which matches the way you feel, so that’s just fine. Even in spite of the poetic love he’s just confessed.

He can’t disguise the tiny smirk that curls at the corners of his lips…oh, they’re so pretty. “Are you throwing a little fit, mama?”

“No.” you huff, licking along his cupid’s bow because you just can’t help yourself. “But if I won’t be getting what I want, neither will you.”

He tilts his head, accessing you, sizing you up, as if you’re brand new to him. “Is that so?”

You press your hips against his hand with a nod.

“Okay, baby…” you don’t like his tone. Not at all. “We’ll see.”

With a shocked cry that catches in your chest, you’re flipped around, landing stunned on your back as he hovers over you, kicking his bottoms off. “Show me.” he demands gently, nodding down between your thighs.

You know what he wants, and you give it to him by ridding yourself of your panties, stare burning across his face all the while.

“Thank you.” he hums, “Now, the rest.”

His mouth is wrapped around your nipple the moment you pull your shirt over your head, suckling softly at the bud, kissing it, lapping his tongue against you, warm and silky. A shaky sound escapes you when his bite nibbles in, and his little smile makes a brief appearance to steal your heart.

Suddenly, his hand is at your waist, and somehow, you understand his plan before he’s even begun to set it into motion…not that it matters, in the end, he’s too quick for you.

“Stop!” you shriek, giggling and thrashing to get away as his fingers wiggle into your side, ruthlessly tickling you. “You aren’t playing fair.” The desperation flares anew, and you consider just letting him win.

“We never even laid out any rules…” he points out, continuing his assault, watching you struggle around. “So it seems fair to me.”

You shove your hand down between your legs to press against yourself and quell the pins and needles-like urgency, and he instantly stills, drinking you in. “God, that is so fucking hot.” the lust in his tone makes the blood in your veins bubble and fizz. “Innocent and filthy all at once…goddamn, mama.”

He watches you a little longer, relishing the need in your eyes…though he isn’t sure which relief you want more. That’s half the fun. “Let me in, baby.” he pushes your hand away and nudges the tip of his swollen cock against you, humming a soothing sound when you whine.

A shiver snakes up your spine the further in he sinks…filling you so perfectly, making you feel whole. Complete.

“Please…” you sound timid and demure, and so unlike yourself, as you beg for him to move inside you.

So much so that he lifts his eyes away from where he’s watching your bodies connect and searches your face, sounding apprehensive himself when he asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you nod with eager reassurance. “Just please, move. Josh, please…”

He returns your nod and winds his hips back only to thrust right back inside, grinding a slow circle of his hips into your clit as your nails dig into his shoulders with a prickling heat.

It nearly hurts, the pressure has skyrocketed, but you never, ever, want it to end…so you tell him so. “Deeper, baby. C’mon, fuck me.”

His mouth is sucking a rosey bruise into your shoulder, teeth resting gently - but there all the same to remind you that he could bite into you on a whim. “You feel full, love?” he licks at you lightly between words, fucking into you harder, “Right here? Does your sweet little cunt feel all full?”

A tiny wail serves as his answer.

“Yeah? Where else, mama?” his voice floats into your ear and through your brain like a drug, leaving you hazy and drunk. “Where else does my pretty girl feel full?” his hand traces a winding trail down your body, and you know exactly what’s coming. “How about here?” he presses into your belly, thrusting his cock in until there’s nothing left, and tears cloud your vision.

“Don’t…” you beg with no real conviction.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” he croons, kissing along the shell of your ear. “C’mon..give it to me.”

“Not here.” tears of desperation are choking your throat, but you’re too lost in him to give a damn.

“Yes, here.” he argues softly, pressing into you harder, fucking you deeper still. “Right here. Right now. All warm and wet right on my cock.” He twitches and strains inside you, as if the mere thought of it is enough to get him off.

“The sheets.”

“Fuck the sheets.” Your thighs are hitched over his shoulders in a blink, folding you in half. It happens so quickly, you have no time to brace yourself as the force wrings at your bladder, and, just as it had gone the first time around, a tiny burst spills out around him.

His forehead drops to yours with a groan that claws its way out of his chest from somewhere primal. “That’s it, baby…please. Just let go for me…just…” he turns his head back and forth to collect his thoughts “Come on. I want it so bad.”

You fight against your body a little longer, too lost in how greedy he is for what you have to give it up just yet. But when he deviously angles his hips to spoil that perfect spot inside you, you know it’s over.

“I can feel you squeezing, sweetheart,” he pants into the crook of your neck. “Is that because my little baby is about to cum, or is she trying to hold it, trying to deny me what I want so badly? That isn’t very nice.”

“Gonna cum…” it comes out clipped and raspy, and you might feel shy about that if you just weren’t so far gone.

“Yeah?” he sounds almost as gone as you are. “Don’t fight it when you cum, okay? For me?”

With a sob of his name, you arch away from the bed and fist his hair in your hands, tugging and pulling as the intensity of your orgasm whites out your vision. And you know it’s going to happen. You know…you just don’t care.

He feels it first, spilling over him, hot and perfect. Soaking his cock as you writhe and shake beneath him. “Fuck yes, baby…” he barely makes a sound, eyes clamping shut in bliss. ‘Don’t stop. Wanna cum while – oh god, just don’t fucking stop.”

The thought of it all, and the way you feel, the way you sound, drags him under with you and with a low growl and a hiss of your name, he’s cumming hard with the rush of your warmth still flowing around him.

“Jesus christ…” he whispers when the smoke clears. “I think my heart stopped. Is it still beating?” he pulls your hand to his chest for inspection.

Pink-cheeked and bashful now, you nod. “Yes, Josh…it’s in there hammering away.”

“God, what is wrong with us?” he teases, pecking your nose. Lightening the mood so you don’t curl into yourself and overthink.

“Nothing. We’re fine.” you sigh, “What does that book of yours have to say about that?”

“I doubt Buddha had anything to say about that.” He laughs gently, “Or maybe I just haven’t made it to that chapter yet.”

“Yeah well, you let me know when you do.” You smile back, turning your head toward the bathroom. “Shower, please.”

“Okay, baby…” he strokes your hair and allows your thighs to fall into a more comfortable position before pulling you to your feet, tugging you along into the bathroom, fingers laced around your own.

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[venushasvixens]

Ch. 11 - Fightin’ Words - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

[A/N] to clarify before I begin, I do NOT hate Faye. There will be a following chapter to explain how we got from point A to point B, since now that I see it, this chapter seems like a stretch. I apologize if the writing is a little shitty, I got too excited when writing it, and I was basically vomiting words onto my screen. Enjoy!

Previous chapter: Ch.10

⛔️ WARNING: this chapter contains implied sexual content, drinking, and strong language

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There is a clear difference in kissing. One was for lust, meant to excite and give pleasure to the receiving, as a plus on to tie in all the ingridients for good sex. The other was for love, showing affection and those deep emotional feelings that both parties were in need of.

The lines were blurring.

Wanting this to be a strictly physical relationship, other elements started to incorporate their way into your escapades. And now Spike knows almost everything about you. Eating habits, what makes you laugh, and the type of people you hate. Talking for hours on end, both of life and it’s ridiculous nature, there was no off time between you both. It felt good.

The quiet moment after you left his room for your own, a faltering feeling of sadness and loneliness enters Spike. The urge to grab you and bring you back to his bed for the night was strong. He tried to get you to stay (always subtly), but to no avail. Well aware of your need for space, he always respected your decision.

The crank that was once rusty, was in Spike’s head as his mind ran endlessly of if you liked him or not. It was a thought, a discussion he wanted to put off for so long. The consequences of his doubt were going to hurt, especially when it was going to be that time to go. The reassurance that this was only a fling, a friends with benefits deal, was on its way to be tossed out of the trash chute into space.

“Trust me, Spiegel, I’ve had plenty of time as a child to know what I’m talking about.” You said as Spike passed you his cigarette.

“About what?” He asked, completely clueless.

“Rocks. Crystals, geodes. Have you not been listening?” You scolded, scoffing as Spike shook his head.

“The library in the city gave the orphanage books they didn't want anymore. My favorite book was the one about rocks on Mars, of course it was simplified for my small brain…”

Head in his hand, Spike listened as you rambled mindlessly of all the different rock formations on Mars. As much as he wanted to learn, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his acknowledgment of your presence. More specifically, the air you brought in the room. Spike began to think of it as his favorite perfume, sweet and sultry, with a hint of spice. It made him feel safe.

You were so attractive when you were educating him. He hated to hear it from Jet or anyone else, but you made it interesting.

“You’re pretty hot.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah thanks. Anyways, like I was saying…”You replied, flattered by his sudden proclamation.

“I’m serious. You’re talking all smart to me, and I can’t help but tell you that.” Spike smirked. “I think I learned more from you than in high school.”

You laughed softly. “I tell you because I know you’re dumber than a bag of hammers.”

“Is that so?” Spike raised his eyebrows. Why was your teasing making him feel even better? “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“I only have one, and not that.” You smiled slyly, the glint in Spike’s eye becoming more noticeable.

“I’m about to make it two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

You put your hands up to defend yourself, Spike’s smooth moves rendering you helpless. In a second, he had your arms pinned down by your sides, a deep throated chuckle emitting from him as he watched you struggle. There was no danger but that of falling to his charm and whim.

“I don’t regret this.” You panted.

“Sounds like the best decision I’ve made.” Spike mumbled, gaze traveling all over your face. He brushes the stray hairs from your face, fingers tracing your hairline and ears. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, threatening to brush his lips on yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Spike broke the silence. You nodded eagerly.

“I-“ He began, cut off by the loud knocking on the door.

“Spike? Spike? Are you there?” Jet called out.

There is no answer, except you panicking over whether Jet sees you naked or sprawled out on Spike’s bed. The only sound that could’ve been heard was the thuds of you scrambling around the room, looking for your bra and panties. Spike watches in amusement, not caring at all at the dilemma you both were in.

“Yeah?” Spike called out, the clink of his lighter going off.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to the bridge for a drink, got a few good bottles of gin from our last bounty.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Good.” Jet finished. Footsteps drew further away down the hallway and supposdely onto the stairs. You sighed in relief, getting dressed at a leisurely pace. Safe, once again.

“Y/n, you can come too if you would like.” The loud booming laughter of Jet filled the hallway, masking your dread.

This evening was going to be delightful.

-

“Where's the gin?” You said in confidence, like you weren’t just caught in Spike’s room. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the slight limp in your step either.

“I have it, but I knew it would be a good bait to get some help up here.” He replied.

“Then I want at least half the bottle as a down payment. And an apology.” You scowled, taking a peek on the holo computer, skimming over the briefing for the next bounty.

Jet chuckled. “Now young lady, I have something very important to ask you.”

“Huh, you and Spike. I’m not too scared of yours.” You glanced at him, sitting in his seat.

Jet rested himself against the table, nodding. “I was going to say that us boys and Ed really enjoy you here. These last few months have been the best one this ship has seen in a while, and you are welcome to stay however long you want, kid.”

You knew you were doing well, but now you caught the bag. Jackpot. “You’re just saying that because I feed you all.”

“That's part of it too.” Jet grinned. “But I’m serious, (y/n). I think all of us could vote in favor of a new crew member. What do you say?”

Thinking, you remembered your freedom, sought as a child. That’s all you ever wanted, was to be out and allowed to do whatever you could. But deep down, the thing you really needed was a home. A family.

You could find that here on the Bebop. Even if you got a rocky start, it was smooth sailing for now. You felt wanted. That’s what you needed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. I’m down.” You beamed.

“Glad you agreed, or else it would’ve been real awkward if you said no.” Jet replied, giving you a soft pat on your back.

“Mmm, would you kick me out if I declined this most generous offer?” You teased.

“Kid, you have my respect, I would let you pack first then throw you out.”

You cracked up, the deal was done. As you sat in your new home, you couldn't help but feel eternally grateful. “I really owe you one, Jet. You really got me out of a tight spot.”

Jet nodded as he searched for something on the control board.

“Was..was that how Spike came around? Picked him up like a stray?” You asked, surprised at your brazen question.

Jet stops messing with the controls, paused as he tries to peace his words together. “To be honest, I can’t even remember when or how Spike joined me here. He just popped up one day, and I haven’t been able to shake him off.” Jet gave a small titter. “Ah, (y/n). The man’s been through it tough.”

“Can I ask?” You said meekly.

“All that time spent together, and he hasn’t told you?” Jet chaffed, a smirk starting to grow.

Shit. “We haven’t spent much time talking today.” Fuck it, no use in denying it now.

“That’s what I thought.” He snickered. “Well, let me put it this way. A heartbroken man is a lonely one. He roams the galaxy in search of finding a way to fill the void left in him, either desperate to find something new. Or leave the void empty, allowing himself to wither away peacefully.”

“Hmm.” You replied shortly. A lot wasn't said, but it made sense.

“I’m only saying this once, (Y/n). He’s changing, and for the better. I haven’t seen him smile so much sober. I have to thank you for that.”

You made a change, as small as it was. You hear footsteps approaching the bridge, the sliding door opening to reveal Spike. As he quietly passes you by, he shoots you a small wink, making you blush. Spike sits down with a sigh, his legs propped up on the control panel.

“Easy, I’m still working there.” Jet warns as he hands Spike a drink.

“Then how come you're not sitting here?” He smirks, side-eyeing you to watch him kick up dirt.

You smile back, letting their conversation fade away slowly. This moment, you had to screenshot it. It doesn’t look like a normal family, but it wasn't dysfunctional. You had a crazy red haired computer genius as a sibling, along with a dog that you think could do math better than you. It topped nicely with a protective mentor and teacher with one robotic arm, and a man who you didn't think you could even get near without getting your arm bitten off.

Someone was missing. She hasn’t been seen all day, but that’s typical. As an official member of the Bebop, there was no back burner now. You could turn off your predatory instinct on your prey. The hunt on Faye was over. You didn't have to be her best friend, just tolerate her attitude enough when she decides to stay on the ship for longer than a day. You really didn't want to fight her, but sometimes she made it so difficult. Besides, you were too tired anyways.

The little get together was carrying on joyfully, now joined by Ed and Ein. Ed wandered aimlessly in all directions on the bridge, babbling on about all the buttons and flashing lights. You sat next to Spike in your own chair, feeling the small soft padded pushes of Ein on your legs.

“What is it boy?” You asked sweetly, reaching down to rub the top of his ears. He jumps on his hind legs, trying his best to climb up onto your lap. You cooed at him, picking him up and placing him snuggly on your thighs. You swore you could’ve seen him smile as your pet his fluffy face, massaging his soft head.

Spike leaned over, whispering. “Do you think I can get a massage too?”

Before you could respond, Ein gave a small huff, one eye opening to watch out for his competition. “I’m sorry, but the baby said no.”

Jet laughed as Spike smiled. You looked down to see that Spike’s glass was still full, while Jets was drained of all gin. You were working on yours at a slower pace. “You don’t feel like drinking tonight?”

“Hmm?” Spike looked down at his drink, sloshing it against its glass walls. “ Oh, I’ll get to it.” He said before reaching out and touching your back gently, his fingers tracing circles on your spine.

What a win-win situation, Ein gets to be loved on and you get to be petted, you thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms as Spike continued. The sky turned to night, all the stars in the galaxy could be seen from the bridge’s giant front window. Ed was curled up in a ball in front of it, tuckering herself out. Ein provided some warmth to Ed, loafing on Ed’s stomach. Their snores mixed in together, obnoxiously loud, but incredibly cute.

Spike never got to his drink, so he offered it to you instead. Two was all you needed to finish off the night. You took over Ein’s spot on Spike’s lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you conversated with the boys. His hands rubbed the side part of your stomach before interlocking, his heated palms providing comfort. You wouldn’t mind falling asleep here.

The flash of Faye’s Redtail blinded you as she clumsily parked out on the flight deck. You didn't care as long as she didnt destroy the hangar, then you all would be in huge trouble.

“She’s home early.” Jet stated, watching as she stumbled out of the ship.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Think she missed us?” Spike called out sarcastically.

“Doubt it.”

This was the last of peaceful silence for the night, you thought. You were hoping not to jinx it.

BAM!

Everybody around you whipped their heads to the source of the sound, except yours, because you knew exactly who it was and what was going to happen. Ein used Ed’s stomach as a launching pad, frightened at the loud noise. What could you say, you have a knack for sensing a challenge. The only thing was, you were not in a mood to seek it. It was brought to you, sucking all good energy out of the room and switching it to a fireball of jealousy.

In walked a staggering Faye, pleased with her grand entrance. She tipped to one side, before switching to the other slightly. Just one look was all it took before you gulped the rest of your drink down, flipping the glass on its head. You could see out of the corner of your eye Spike’s focus was on you. His brows furrowed, head tilting as if to ask what were you doing. Your reply was a swift head rub, his hair swooshing.

“Evening, Faye.” Jet chimed, pushing the bottle of gin closer to his side behind him on his control board. There was no way she was getting any more tonight.

Your gaze changed to Jet, who you thought could also sense the new air in the bridge. He sat at the edge of his seat, arm resting on his knee. What was he waiting for?

A small hiccup bounced off the metal walls, prompting Faye to trip and catch herself on the main control board in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, she began to shake her head side to side, a small manic giggle escaping her mouth.

“You just-just can’t keep your fucking hands off of him, can’t you?”

You felt a shiver of shock rest on your shoulders as you turned your head to face Faye. Before you could speak, Spike opened his mouth to defend you.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Spike retorted, his hands now pressed firmly on your waist.

“Everything was just fine without her, you-“ Faye snarled as she pointed to Jet, “just had to have a heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jet replied cautiously.

Faye circled around the control table, using it as support or else she tumbled over. A mumbled slur of insults, consisting of calling you a slut and Spike an idiot. She was drunk, you thought. Let it run off like water. She will be fine once she’s in her bed, snoring her way into a killer hangover. You couldn’t shake that feeling that you needed to start gearing up. You wiggled out of Spike’s hold, planting your feet firmly down as you lean on the control table.

“I..I honestly don’t get it.” Faye said aloud.

“Get what, Faye?” You piped up, the slightest shake in your voice.

Oh! So it can talk!” She cackled out loud. “Let me tell you what, since you asked!”

“Please, I would love to know.”

Her pointer finger shoved right in your face, furiously wanting to make contact. “I-I find it hard to believe that you managed to get him to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Faye, in front of the kids?”

“Fuck that! She’s going to hear what I have to say, whether the slut likes it or not.”

As angry as you should’ve been, coolness was all you displayed. The voice in the back of your head reminded you of unforgettable advice you knew all too well. Alcohol could be a very good truth serum.

“What a f-fucking slut … you know how I think y-you managed to stay on this tin can of a ship?” She muttered. “You have to be f-fucking the captain.”

“That’s enough! Leave until you sober up.” Jet stood up, standing in the space between you and Faye. “Not having any of that on my ship.”

You looked at Spike, face frozen in a silent menacing fury. Leaning back on the console, you kept glancing to see Faye moving further and further away towards the door. That was it, the show's over. But someone had some kind parting words.

“Hey, how about this! I bet Spike has to cover your face while fucking your ugly ass, I would too, you stupid-“

Your knuckles had never stung so bad, but it felt so good to watch Faye’s head swing back. A flurry of raged-filled punches landed on either side of her face, so fast it didnt give her enough time to react. Waking up, Faye gave a heavy footed kick to your side, prompting you to scream out in pain.

Each swing of her high leg swings missed as you ducked, giving you a chance for an uppercut into her stomach. You could hear the sound of the wind knocking out of her with each punch. Faye’s hand pulled your hair back roughly, fists meeting across your face, swiping your nose. Intense pressure built up, the threat of blood leaking out of your nose becoming evident. She wanted to play dirty?

We can play dirty.

You used everything you had in you. Scratching, biting, kicking. You were not going to lose. You did not give two shits if she was vulnerable, this bitch was going down. It felt like forever until you felt the strong arms of Spike yanking you away from the fighting ground.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Jet roar, becoming a flesh and metal cage around Faye’s upper arms, taking a small beating as she tried to claw her way back to you. Ed was yelping and screaming at the top of her lungs, while Ein barked and yowled at the commotion.

“Stop, (y/n), its me you’re hitting, damn it!” Spike yelped as you gave the last swings, realizing that the fight was just about over. You panted, the painful injection of adrenaline overcame your body. You watched on in pity as Jet tried to get Faye to calm down. As you trudged back to your seat, with the help of Spike, the last word was finally given out of the door.

“Get comfy bitch, I’m going nowhere!” You screamed.

“And I know who burned your ship, but there’s no way I’m telling you, you dumb cunt!”

Other insults flew in your direction, but were ignored. You stood in disbelief as you let the major bombshell play over and over. Feeling the soft tug of Spike pulling you back gently down to your seat, letting you wallow for a second. He knelt in front of you, examining your growing black eye and red welts on your face. “Damn, that's going to leave a mark.”

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I didn't mean it like that, it doesn’t look that bad.” Spike apologized as you sniffled.

“It’s not that. I-its that..'' sobs so quietly, but causes the greatest quivering, “she knows who did this to me, and won't even fess up because she hates me. What kind of shit is that?”

Tears fell freely onto your lap, pain induced by your loss fueling more hurt. It was so cold by yourself, a shell encasing you in. Through the mists of your tears, the shell was just Spike’s chest moving closer in. The heat of his body provided consolation without words, the tightness and slight rocking bringing you down to a clearer, more relaxed consciousness.

“I’ll catch them for you.” Spike mumbled into your ear, his hands massaging the back of your head. “It won't bring anything back, but if that will make you feel better, I'll do it.”

This wasn’t an empty promise. There was sincerity behind Spike’s words, wanting to help you. It was now confirmed just how much you meant to him. He was willing to assist for payback. His offer was sweet, but it didn't feel right. This wasnt his struggle, it was yours.

You were going to catch them, and only God knew the hell you were going to bring.

[juhihuji]

I adore your rendering!! The way you make skin and clothing folds look so smooth is so good!! No pressure and if it’s too much then totally dw about it! but would you mind showing your art process? or, maybe what you did/ learned from that made your art so realistic? Keizo with the beanie and june with her stone bracelet is just so good to look at grrrr!

uuuuu THANK YOU! lmao I did those a few years ago so idk what my process was back then...but I know I was inspired my some Range Murata illustrations. My thinking was the subjects were infront of a warm source of light, maybe a lamp located where the viewer is so it's lit right in front! I'm gonna try to show how I tink about it...but it's real quick n messy and I'm bad with words!

Here...I am using an old Juhi sketch to colour...

1. The sketch!

2. Flat fills! Each colour group is it's own layer with the transparency locked. It's the same as using them as colour masks I think?

3. Thinking about how the light source is right in front, I add darker colours around the contours of the larger forms where it recedes away from the light. The colours I chose were slightly warmer too, cuz I feel like that's what I see in Murata's illustrations. I think earlier on he used alcohol markers, which gave it that look...for the skin I feel like it enhances a fleshy look!

4. I blend it out quite a bit! I want the larger forms to look really roundy and soft and gradiated...

5. I add shadows around the smaller forms like the nose, eyes, lips, etc. I paint the hair texture in really rougly because I'm lazy and it doesn't get much better from here ;•)

6. Blending the finer shadows!

7. Pushing values with darker colours closely along the edges of the contours and adding cast shadows, like under the jaw, on the further back cheek, etc

8. Blending the darker contour shadows but not the cast shadows

9. Roughly adding highlights! Towards the front where the lightsource is. I use a lighter shadw with a slightly yellower hue cuz mmm warm also some redness on top of her cheeks and forehead for flush

10. Blending the highlights

11. Colouring in the facial details and shading them the way I shaded the skin. Also added little shadows around the eyes

12. Blended the lil shadows

13. Added highlights to the facial features. When colouring the eyes I think of shading the iris like a concave bowl, and there's a clear, shiny lense that domes over everything that reflects a sharp highlight

These are the different ways I think of where to add highlights and shadows. But adding shading is kind of like the inverse! Idk if any of this makes sense GOMEN

this link here explains different stuff about light and shading way better than I can!

I adjusted the colours on Juhi with sliders and gradient maps just use whatever you think looks best follow your heart

But I tried to point out how the different shapes can effect how the highlights look uuuuuh get it??? idk AAAAAAAA

then I liquify tool it to adjust stuff and put some wholesome noise on it

[koroart]

20, 24 and 25 for the art ask game!

Artist Asks!

20: What do you think you’ve improved on the most over the past year?

Definitely my lighting, rendering and shading! It looks more smoother than what I had previously done and I still continue to strive on making it better! 💖 I’m especially proud of how my metal rendering has gotten , remember kids! Always ALWAYS look at tips and references !! They help so much !! 👌🏼✨

24: What do you like most about your art style ?

Hm! Well, this is my own personal thoughts but I like how simple most of my concepts are but there’s a sort of…elegance? In the way I create them? Idk of it makes sense but though my art isn’t as dynamic as many out there, there’s a power to my own that many have told me they love to look at ! And I only hope to make it better as the years pass ~

25: Best advice you’ve received this or something new you learned about art?

Mmm, advice I’ve mostly just read from Twitter and the like and it’s all been good advice ! The most important I think I’ve learned is to be proud of your work no matter what! Never compare yourself to others and to work on slowly edging away from perfectionism , for there is also beauty in the imperfections as well!

[skyboxeye]

Capturing the ambience of Banjo-Kazooie

While BK’s soundtrack is rightly celebrated, there is more to each level’s soundscape than just its music. This post will explore how best to bring those “other” background sounds to the fore.

Capturing footage

I looked at three options: emulating the N64 release, emulating the XBLA release, and using the noclip.website viewer. While noclip offers freecam for optimal angles, its level renders include a lot of object clutter that I don’t care for. Modifying the scenes wouldn’t be overly difficult, as the project is open-source, but I didn’t want to spend the time.

Instead, I settled on the Xbox version. This release offers higher-resolution textures and miscellaneous graphical fixes over the N64 version. Plus, when emulated via Xenia Canary, we get access to interesting graphical hacks for the title - namely 60fps and LoD enhancements. Be sure to increase Xenia’s resolution scale to achieve renders beyond 720p, and disable screen tearing for D3D12 and/or Vulkan.

Getting rid of the HUD in any version is easy: just enter first-person mode.

Identifying ambient sounds

The XBLA release has a menu option to disable the music, but since a lot of BK’s ambience is baked into the music sequences (some examples: the waves on Treasure Trove Cove, the snakes on Gobi’s Valley, or the crickets on Click Clock Wood) we can’t rely on this. Instead, we need to modify the music tracks to skip instrumental cues, and then record the results.

After my difficulties with Diddy Kong Racing, I didn’t want to attempt offline rendering of BK’s MIDIs. I decided to simply record in-game instead, despite the low volume ambient sounds are played at (with its “Lighthouse Winds” track, a delisted Grant Kirkhope soundtrack release called Everything and The Kitchen Sink shows what a full-volume ambient rendition could sound like).

It’s unclear if the CTL/TBL pair of samples packaged with the XBLA release offer high-quality samples than that found in N64. Regardless, after reading that XBLA suffers from playback bugs in a few areas, I settled on the N64 version for audio recording.

Modifying the sound font

Using N64 Sound Tool, we can easily identify instrument samples and replace all of them with completely silent WAV files. This process is more fun than it sounds - I promise you will learn a thing or two about the instruments used to create BK’s iconic music! For example, you’ll want to leave the “Crash Cymbal” samples as-is, as they are stretched to create the lava groans in Grunty’s Furnace Fun.

Two "gotchas” I’ll mention: your replacement sound must be no longer than the one you are replacing, and you need to click Inject in Place before saving your modified ROM.

We can now boot the modified ROM with our preferred emulator, and configure the emulator to send its audio output to a WAV file. I recommend this over internal OS-level recording because that method is subject to pacing problems, noise, and random artifacts (e.g. popping).

Capturing variants

Tracks on Banjo-Kazooie’s soundtrack can change their layers dynamically depending on player actions. This is most obvious while exploring the various areas of Gruntilda’s lair, but applies to many levels as well. For example, triggering the church door in Mad Monster Mansion will add a bell layer to the stage’s music. This state only lasts for 15 seconds normally, but we can use Gameshark-style codes to freeze the timer and allow extended recording:

cheat49_desc = "Infinite Time On Jigsaw Puzzles" cheat49_code = "81385F32 1726" cheat49_enable = false

There is a known music modifier cheat (8128189A 000F for MMM) but it doesn’t allow us to influence layers.

Putting it all together

Now, all we need to do is overlay our N64 emulator audio with matching footage collected on Xenia. You can decide which scenes are worth capturing, and also which sounds qualify for inclusion (for example, the melodic frogs on Bubblegloop Swamp’s main track, or the bee choir of Click Clock Wood’s summer, are arguably part of the music).