#Gah the compression

[wiggly-fruit]

Like the minute I heard that line in welcome to hell 2 I couldn’t help but think about him and provs falling out. Kinda fumbled the falling pose but we move.

[spokentothewoods]

YESSS!! Every time I see the clip where he reveals who he is I can't help but watch his hand that holds his hat

The way it lands on the shelf and the slides off it's so small but like it's my favorite thing because that's exactly what I would have expected to happen!!!! It's Soo good

Can we talk really quick about how great The Spot's character design was in Across the Spider-Verse as he progressed throughout the movie, and how much posture played a role?

The animation team did a fantastic job of changing the same body type from awkward, gangly, and out of shape to intimidating, uncanny, and otherworldly, and a big portion of that was just a color swap and a change in posture.

I don't think it would have worked that well with a lot of other body types, and it's really a testament to their design choices and ability as artists.

[seth-whumps]

Hi!! Do you have any thoughts/ideas surrounding a survival situation with two characters where one is injured and the other is sick? I’m interested in what you might come up with if you’re willing!

HELLO DEAR ANON I CAN SCARCE BELIEVE IT. One of my favorite tropes?? In my ask box out of nowhere?????

Survival situations are always my favorite, ESPECIALLY when multiple characters are whumped. The more precarious the environment, the better, in my not-so-humble opinion.

Is it a long hike back to civilization for aid?

Is it trapped in a cabin while a storm blows over?

Is it a desperate carraige ride through the wastelands, hoping the driver doesn't recognize their faces?

Train rides, back of a semi-truck, stowed away on a ship, lots of funky vehicle options to consider too

Then there's my other favorite aspect to the no-teammate-unharmed approach: alternating caretakers.

Where one is unconscious and the other is just aware enough to drag them both into a cave for shelter

One is too feverish to stand so the other rips stitches gathering food

One pushes past fatigue to stitch up the other's wounds

A character with a bad illness + a character with a bad wound suddenly presenting the same sickening fever, both hiding it from the other because of the dangers it presents

Field medicine. Painkillers, cold compresses, anything to take the edge off

Tie that up with that wondrous, "not gonna bother them with it" mentality? That, "they're already suffering, I can't make it worse" ideal? "They're injured. How can I take a break when they're gonna bleed out?" How far can you push that until you collapse, and the role switches yet again? It's an endless, deliciously whumpy cycle.

RAHHHHHHH I hope this is satisfactory because oh my gosh do I love survival with carewhumpee duos. Gah........ delicious.

[carefreecoffee]

Fluffmas Day 9: Icy hands w/ Keigo Takami

Word count: 1k, Gender-neutral Reader

Keigo opened up the front door to his home, having finished a long shift on patrol from noon until the sun had begun setting.

He quietly slipped his shoes off and closed the door behind him glancing around until he saw you curled up on the couch bundled up in a bunch of your shared blankets as you watched the television. “Hey Birdy” A smirk tugged at his lips as he made his way to and sat down next to you.

“Ya look like a burrito” He teased gently, running hand over your covered leg.

You grin, glancing above the blanket and meeting his golden eyes with a smirk. “Comfier than you by a long shot”

He let out a soft scoff, leaning against the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He reached over and gave your blankets a light tug “Oh yeah? It’s true your comfy and warm but, I’m comfier and warmer, no doubt”

He scooched toward you a bit more, “Can I join ya in that little burrito of yours?” A playful smile tugged at his lips and without even waiting for a response, Keigo shifted so that he was closer to you, his wing lightly draping itself over you to join in the cocoon of warmth.

You yelp, a small chuckle escaping you as he huddles under. His hands raise to your arms in order to properly cuddle until he feels the temperature of your skin in vast contrast.

He let out a small huff, his hands roaming down to your legs that were draped around his waist. “Christ your hands are like ice, and you're freezing” Keigo shifted slightly so that you were now sprawled on top of him, shifting closer to you and draping the blanket back over the two of you properly. “How’re you so damn cold?”

You shrug, “Jus' how i run i guess” You run your hands up his clothed arms before getting a rather devious idea. Slowly you ran your hand up and quickly placed them upon the nape of his neck.

Sullen of being cold, the sudden feeling of your icy cold hands on his neck made him jump slightly. “Gah cold! Hands not that damn cold” He yelped quickly burying his face in the crook of your neck to try and warm up. In return he retaliated by doing the same to you, running his warm hands along your arms and up to your neck.

You shiver as his warm hands trace along your colder body, “Jesus you're burning!”

Keigo laughed as you shivered when his warm hands touched your cold body. He lightly traced patterns along the expanse of your body with one of his warm hands, his other hand gently cupped the back of your head giving him more access to bury his head into your neck, his hair lightly tickling your face. “And you're absolutely freezing, seriously how are you this cold?!”

You shrug once more, glancing down at him cheekily. “I don't know but it's kinda funny seeing you so scared of my hands” You wiggle them toward him creepily, a grin emerging on your face as you notice his eyes widen.

His eyes widened as you moved your hands towards him, clearly showing that he was trying not to cringe as your cold hands grew closer. “Hey! Don’t touch me with your ice cube hands, they’re way too cold” he scolded, lightly swatting at your hands.

In retaliation, you move them under his compressed work shirt, trapping them there as you run them along his chest.

He let out a strangled gasp as your icy cold hands made their way under his shirt. He shivered as the sensation of the sudden coldness on his skin, he let out a low grumble as your hands settled on his chest. “C-Cold! Dammit your hands are cold stop! They’re freezing, get ‘em off!”

You chuckle at the reaction, getting exactly as you wanted. With nowhere else to go, he rolled out onto the carpeted floor, taking you with him as you yelped, his wings still making sure that you didn't get hurt.

A quiet ‘oof’ left his lips as the two of you fell, he ended up pinning you to the ground, his body hovering over yours. He tried to give you a stern glare but the small smile on his lips gave away how he was actually feeling “Oh, you think this is funny huh?!”

In the midst of your giggling fit, he took one of the many blankets off of the couch, beginning to wrap you up in the blanket skillfully, rolling you into a proper burrito at this point.

With you now all wrapped up in the blanket, Keigo sat on top of your hips, preventing you from being able to try and break free. He sat with a smirk on his face “Now what’re you gonna do now? You’re all wrapped up like a little present!”

You move your head a bit, testing the mobility of your arms and legs. “You suck, Kei” A pout forms on your face as you glared up at him.

Keigo chuckled at your attempt to move, leaning forward as he placed his hands on either side of your head, a playful yet mocking smile appearing on his lips “Aww, you’re pinned down and can’t move. Sounds like a skill issue”

Your mouth drops open in shock at the insult, feigning offense. “You little shit!”

A bark of laughter left his lips seeing your shocked reaction “Now now, no need for language like that. I’m just teasing you.” He leaned down closer to your face, his golden brown eyes gleamed as he smirked at you.

You sigh, giving into the situation, a small smile finding your face. “Yeha yeah, Birdy” He hummed happily, leaning down and finally pecking your lips.

“Jesus! Even your lips are cold!” He hopped off of you, letting you unwrap yourself as he walked down the hallway. “I'm running you a hot bath!”

All you could do was chuckle, laying on the ground as you caught your breath from the cheeky endeavor, knowing that in the moment, you had the best life you could ask for with the best bird-brain in the world.

Please request! <3

{Taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02}

[turoce]

oh my god this finally posted. i hate you tumblr

he came for the employee discount

Wylan B and Mr Bombolony's hair is difficult to draw for me. like father like son i suppose

[annabelle-creart]

Reader: Hey, Drawer, have you seen Writer- WHEN DID THAT HAPPENED?!

Drawer: what?

Reader: THAT!!

Drawer: …since a week?

Writer: Hi, Reader- Drawer! You actually did it!

Drawer: indeed. How is it?

Wrath: Blades’ so fucked up with that character choice, oh my gah

Drawer: oh, shut up!

Close ups, Image References and some fun facts/history under cut

History did I said? Well, yes! (This will maybe be long)

Season 1

First Act

In the big city of Griffin Rock emerged two towns united by a bridge: Piltover and Zaun. Almost Everything was cute and nice. Until it wasn't

Kade and Cody's mom literally just died, so, her best friend in the world, Charlie, finally seeing he fucked up INCREDIBLY with that attack, he decided to take care of the two boys

Years later these boys would grow up, a lot stupid, but they were just kids

Kade, Dani, Graham and Cody one day went to Piltover to steal some things because Frankie, Cody's best friend and Ezra's daughter, passed the fact that house had special things

Wrong move, something made boom and they had to run as much as could, almost being caught but NO! but then they were caught by another kids (idiots) and Cody drowned all the things they had stealed to the sea... fuck

But what else could they do? So, they went to home, to Zaun, shitty place but it was okay

Meanwhile, Hector (Heatwave) literally just saw how part of his investigation went to shit because of fucking teens that stealed his things. Assholes

Because of the explosion, enforcers had to investigate, and because what he was investigating was technically ilegal, so, he got kicked out of Academy and with 0 financial resources of his best friend's parents

Hayley Kiraman, Hector's best friend, wanted to help, but she was still young to have anything on her favor to help him. And on the edge of self-homicide, an angel came: Vernand (Boulder), they were deeply fascinated by Hector's investigation, so, despite everything, Vernand decided to help him, and that's the story of how they became boyfriends- JUST FRIENDS... yes...

Meanwhile, because of serious shit regarding the explosion, Ezra and Charlie got interrogated, and they were about to fight with a police-woman when BOOM, a weird strange human beast attacked Ezra and killed him in front of Frankie's eyes, same did to the police-woman and took Charlie away, to bring him to Thadeus Moroco, Charlie's old friend that now dedicated to Shimmer (drugs) buissneses on Zaun, thanks to Chase's (Sevika) betrayal, she wanted to change everything, but made it wrong

Meanwhile, Hector and Vernand finally discovered how to make Hector's magic shit work, so, they sneeked into the Academy, discovering Queenie (Quickshadow) by accident (yes, the pale-skinned are now black and the black girl is british), she's noxian and a very important lady, and interested in Hector's work, she helped them sneek on the place, and yes, they were sucessful, starting a really good friendship between the three of them (and a threesome- I MEAN!!-)

Meanwhile, Kade, Dani and Graham went to save Charlie and almost were sucessful too

But Cody didn't knew how to wait and went with fucking explosives and made everything blow up... including Dani, Graham, Charlie and Chase's arm...

Kade gets mad when he realizes it was Cody's fault and after a good punch, he went out and leave him, calling Moroco's attention, so, Cody seeks comfort in him and finds it (this will end SO SO wrong, holy shit) and now Kade can't come back because he was kidnapped by an asshole of a police man to get arrested

You already know what happens later, I resumed the first act so you can see the paralels and shit, the rest as I develop this will be more dynamic and funny, I promise

And that's all by now, bye bye!!

[kalied0skull]

I’m gonna post this on my own account but just wanted to send you it first.

STEVPOP JUMPSCARE!!!!

Love the bois!!!

Also if something’s are misspelled, I am sorry my ADHD causes me to be kinda disléxica… my apologies my dear…

Also love your posts and goofy personality 😋

inboxing

IT'S STEVEEPOPPPPP !!! WAWAWAAA LOOK AT THEM !!

awwwuuhhhhh you draw them so cute and adorable i love them so bad i could squish them in a compression machine and they'd flatten and puff right back up that's how squishy and indestructible they are together i love em so BAD

THEYYYY !!! IT THEM, IT STEVEPOPPP !!! AWAWAWAAAA !! and your writing was absolutely fine, still readable 100% !!! i love the little "carpop" and the soda w/ the wrench doodle they are SO CUTE gah 😭

AND THANKYOU ?!!! WAAHWAWA YOU'RE SO SWEET, AHHH I LOVE THIS SO BAD ☹️

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

Lee!Alastor Headcanons Let's Gooooo

so sorry for the word wall... but I cannot be concise about the scary demon man 😅

Words cannot describe how much I love the idea of Alastor's accent slipping when he's tickled. It's hard for me to picture it in my mind because it never really slips on-screen (although his "WELL! Looks like I need a visit t' the TAY-ler!" line gets pretty close lol) but GAH the man was born and raised in Louisiana, he's gotta have at least a little southern drawl buried under that Transatlantic thing he's got going on.

{ helps that I grew up in the south, and I know how common it is for folks with very faint/non-existant accents to suddenly go FULL TWANG if something gets them riled up (or, ya know, ✨flustered✨) I don't even have a southern accent myself but I still start to drawl my vowels a little bit if I get wound up enough. }

I'm also a huge fan of the hc some people have suggested that Al loses his static filter when he's tickled, falling into genuine laughter. I have a bit of a hybrid version: I feel like as he resists and tries to suppress his giggles the radio filter gets thicker and thicker, the way it sounds when you're losing a radio station... but then once you REALLY get him good and he can't fight back the hysterics anymore, it'd just drop out completely, and all you can hear is his genuine laughter.

I expect there'd definitely be more and more of that crackling radio background static too (not the voice filter, but the lil buzzy crackle noise that happens when he's not speaking) the more flustered he gets, since that seems to happen pretty consistently when he's nervous.

Ya know that lil squeaky noise Al makes at the very end of "Stayed Gone" (literally the last sound you hear before Vox's "FAHAHAHAHACK!!")? I picture his voice doing a lil compressed version of that noise if somebody sneak-attacks him at juuuust the right moment. Basically his version of a squeal of surprise.

That said.... Alastor seems to have a pretty strong hold on his startle reflex. I mean, a fucking chandelier falls directly in front of him and his expression doesn't falter. So I have a theory that Al is able to keep such a tight hold on his startle reflex because his knee-jerk response to being startled isn't fight or flight, but freeze... a literal "deer-in-the-headlights" if you will 🦌

THEREFORE I feel like that deer-in-the-headlights instinct means that he'd be completely disoriented by tickling, anticipated or not. So few people touch him at all that the mere sensation of being tickled would likely overwhelm him very quickly. Add the tension between his panic and the equal and opposite reluctance to stop it (because, lee)... being tickled would just completely short-circuit the poor guy's brain.

I'm SURE there will be a part 2 to this in the future, so stay tuned! 😁

[jannythewriter-pt2]

Collage Feels Pt.3

It’s the week after the party and you and Connie have been texting for a minute, both liking when the other text first, but of course Connie texted first. At this moment, you were getting ready for Connie to come over to your dorm so he could help you with one of your stupid class assignments 😟.

Right now you’re in the shower and you hear your phone buzz…it’s from Connie. “Hey I’ll be there in 5” the text said, you replied with a simple “ok, I’m so excited” and finished your shower. You got out and put on an oversized shirt, your silk black bonnet and some short shorts. You touched up in the mirror, applying one more coat of lipgloss and a spray of strawberry pound cake perfume and just then you heard a Knock at your door. “He’s mf’n here” you said in your head nervously.

You open the door and GAH DAMN Connie was looking so mf’n fine 😫. He was wearing a black under armour compression shirt with gray sweatpants, black cats, an iced out Cuban link chain, and you could see the waist band of his underwear and you could see his print. (And y’all that dick was dickin 😫) You were staring hard and he caught onto this, “you see sum you like ma” he says in a flirtatious tone “nigga get in here” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Your dorm is nice asf, and it smells like vanilla in here” he says admirably. “Thank you hun, I like keeping a clean space, making sure my shit is mf’n organized cause don’t nobody want a nasty ass bitch” I said with confidence. “Nah cause you’re right about that shit” Connie said laughing as he put his Luis Vitton bag down on the floor. “Sophia what you need help on ma” he said in his deep voice, “I can’t figure out the formula for this equation” I show Connie the problems. “Yeh we’re gonna be here for a mf’n while” Connie says defeated.

It’s been 2 hours and you finally finished your work and you actually get what’s going on. “I should prolly go, ik you got other things you gotta do so imma get out of your hair” Connie said “Nah nigga you ain’t going nowhere. I did not just call you over to help me with my work. We finna order takeout and watch Baddies tf” you said pissed off that this mf was thinking you just wanted him for help and that’s it.

“Deadass, like fr?!” Connie says surprised, “Yes Connie I’m not that typa girl who’s just gon use you for her benefit, know that” this makes Connie smile to himself, he’s never met any girl who doesn’t just want to use him for his smarts, or who doesn’t want to fuck him, your different. “What you wanna eat ma?” Connie ask and you say “Def Chinese, I want orange chicken and white rice” “aight I’ll put the order in” Connie says “I’ll go get my ca-“ your cut off when Connie says “fuck no, sit yo pretty ass down somewhere, I’m paying ma” this makes you feel hot and bothered, this more dominant side of him, the sexy side of him…. “ o-ok” you stutter out shook.

It was a few hours later and y’all were watching baddies, and Connie was being real cuddly, not only that but he was being a lil…..touchy. “Please ma just come here, I wanna hold you, I promise I’ll take you out just come here” in your head your so nervous to make a move, but you a bad bitch so you do your big one. “Fine Constance” you take the blanket off of you and instead of cuddling up to him, you do something unexpected to Connie, you climb on his lap, wrap your arms around his neck, and you sat there, looking into his hazel eyes. You notice a slight pink dusted over his cheeks. “I ain’t even gon lie, your to fine for me to leave you without making you mine” Connie said quietly “you gon treat me right baby?” You said in a serious tone, “I promise ma, I promise” Connie says sincerely “ok pa, I’ll give you a chance”

Yall the next part gon be a lil bit of smutt 😫

[casescript]

Scooby Doo AU: The Collapse

“God, I'm s-stuck...”

The chasmic groan of compressed air presses in on Shaggy’s ears… the agonized cry of a place forgotten by time, forgotten by everyone. The sterile echo of absence.

Evidence of the collapse is all around him; massive pieces of rock and earth spill from the former opening in the ceiling. Even now it bows towards the site of the incident, threatening a second cascade - and this one might be lucky enough to do what the first one had just tried to do - bury him alive.

Shaggy splutters, trying to lift his head. A hewn slab of limestone sits just above him, pressing down on his ribcage, restricting motion and respiration. He struggles for each breath, none of them full, all of them stale and laced with the remaining dust and grit that has yet to settle to the dusty ground a few feet below him.

None of them know I’m here.

Panic seizes him and he scrabbles desperately at the rock above him, trying to shift it, move it. It doesn’t budge. 

“I’M DOWN HERE! HELP! HELP…” His cries are feeble and send him into a half-coughing, half-sobbing fit. The free space he has to breathe seems to shrink as he hyperventilates. Sucking for air, for freedom, kicking at everything around him, pushing against the stone - his coffin lid. Tears spill down his cheeks.

Nobody knows where I am. I’m going to die down here.

His limbs go limp and he sobs. Occasionally the sniffling is broken by another futile cry for rescue. 

No answer comes. 

Why did I have to be brave?? It’s only my luck something like this would happen… and did I even learn anything? I’m still here sniveling like a baby. I’ll always be a coward. 

 He squeezes his eyes shut - it’s not like he can see anything anyway. 

“I was just… just trying to help,” he says to the hollow darkness. “I’m always running off and hiding, and, and leaving all the hard things for them to do. Fred ‘n the girls. Figured I sh.. should, like... start pulling my weight, you know? The dog is more helpful than I’ve been, but… just, just look where it landed me.”

A second frantic heave is unleashed against the rock. No dice. It’s either firmly lodged in place, or simply too heavy to be budged. He has no idea how much rubble is above or around it… if only he could see!

His eyes snap open. He blinks tears away, blood tingling beneath his skin. The weight of cool metal presses against his outer thigh.

There’s a flashlight in my pocket. 

Unable to sit up, he knows he’ll have to reach for it. He pushes a scrap of wood to the side, dropping his shoulder to the left as far as he can, extending his long fingers to the point of strain.

His fingers just brush the pocket flap.

Tears reappear in his eyes and his breathing begins to pick up again - 

Think about the girls - Vee and Daffy! Think of Fred! Think about that… that double decker meatball abomination you made with Scooby that one time. Remember how fast he ate it, and how he forgot to save you a bite? 

It’s not much of anything, but his harried breathing slows. Try again. Do it for them.

With a grunt he shifts his shoulders and reaches a tad further than the first attempt - but it’s still not close enough. He exhales forcefully and tips his head to -gah, no, it’s still too dark to see, you mook. He waves his arms along the rough surface beneath him as if he were making a snow angel - 

His fingers bonk into that piece of wood he’d brushed aside. Immediately he grasps it and pulls it closer to his body. With a shaking hand he feels it. Yes, it’s plenty long. It’ll reach. 

Holding the oversized splinter out at a forty-five degree angle, he’s easily able to stab it into his pants pocket. Now his heartbeat accelerates with hope. He continues jabbing at the pocket, using the fabric as a flimsy fulcrum to leverage the flashlight up, up, and out. With a sharp exhale he relaxes as the flashlight rolls out of his pocket - And continues rolling - 

With a yelp he jerks his leg out, slamming his knee against the stone in the process - but he catches the flashlight, barely stopping its escape with his kneecap. He kicks the light up to his hand, eagerly closing his fingers around the metal casing with white knuckles.

He switches the light on with an apprehensive gulp.

[shraqsmuses]

With the grace of a bloated elephant, Melly lumbers into your ask box, huffing and puffing, before wheezing...

"Special delivery from yours truly!"

...and dropping his massive gut onto the desk, jostling and jiggling and (most importantly) gurgling like the world's largest stress ball.

Oh gosh! Maybe that's why I saw the website periodically shake for a few minutes. I saw the tab trembling as well! My room feels a lot more humid as well. I believe the scent of… Digested sirloin steaks and an entire ocean of different soda flavors! Vanilla, strawberry, citruRHJGTUMIYFKOB,DL;WUUUUUUUUUUWUWUWUWUWUUUUULUUUUUUUULU,UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU,U,U,U,U,U,U,U,U,5UUUUUUUU

SORRY about that! My keyboard is on my desk and… All of its keys keep sticking to my fingertips whenever I want to type. They keep sliding off of them as well! I didn't think I would've needed to use my towel this soon. You should've taken a break before you stomped into my asks! At least I have a plan to take care of all of the sweat surrounding your stomach. I just have to inspect it first.

Ooh… All of your folds are constantly collapsing onto each other, slapping waves of perspiration against each other and splashing the acid within against its expansive walls that keeps wobbling in so many directions. It keeps shoving the edge of your desk against my own stomach, which is SIGNIFICANTLY smaller than yours at the moment. I know it isn't capable of covering an entire portion of my desk like yours can. I have to place my keyboard on top of it just to even respond to your intrusion! All of its growls, gurgles, and frothing keeps obscuring any sounds I may hear from my headphones. Actually… Why do I still have my headphones? I have to take them off so I can listen to how intricate the symphony of your stomach noises can be!

Its quiet, deep churning is drawing me closer to it. I have to burrow my head into your blubbering stomach to listen to all of the noises it wants to impart to me! Oh, but should I do it with or without a towel? I think I should… Burrow my head against your stomach, allowing all of your rolls to rise from the sides of my head only to have them droop over my head. I can feel all of your perspiration sliding against my head until it knocks against your gut, where I can now listen to all of its gur… Pfft.

Ahah. Ahahahahahahahah! Gosh, all of the tiny vibrations slipping into my ears along with the warmth that's scurrying all across my face, aaaahahahahaha! Now I know who convinced you to stamp those pudgy feet in here! I HAVE to enact my plan after that plan now.

I just need to pull my head out of your enveloping rolls and… Urgh, darn hands plummeting into the flab. I guess I'll need to clutch my fingertips into them and… Gah! Good.

Now I'll be able to swathe this towel all over your belly, caressing the bottom of their rolls that have surely accumulated solid beds of crumbs, residue, and dried sweat! I can already see them staining its cloth! Your stomach appears to appreciate it with all the GROWLS and fluttering squeaks it's churning within itself. I hope it's making you giggle as much as I did! Ahah… I can just exert my shoulders over 90 degrees across your stomach and the towel will STILL be on top of it, brushing all of the liquids off of it and molding the folds into stacks of ovals with the assistance of my palms crushing into them before they flop outward with a multitude of bounces and undulations.

I believe it should be clean… Wait. I still have to take care of the sweat underneath your chest! It should only take a few strokes and… Gosh, the little slaps they make as I let them plop against your body are so adorable! Maybe I should compress them against each other, rub my cheeks against them now that they're clean and… Are those freckles? Tiny patches of miniscule, orange dots on your chest. I believe I saw them when I was cleaning your…

AH! There's an entire, fully developed garden of them all across your belly! Now I know how to finish the swabbing of your gargantuan sack of flesh! I just have to slide my palms underneath your rolls and…

Mmmwah. MwahmwahmwahmwahmmmmMMMMMMhmhmhmmmmwahmwahmwahmwahmwah! Now your belly knows how it feels to be immeasurably loved in a duration of a few seconds! I can already feel how warm it's becoming on my hands. Thank you for coming here and allowing me to show you how much affection you deserve! I also want to thank you for giving me an opportunity to knead and squeeze your belly as much as I wanted to.

[flyingspicerack]

WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

:(

[protography0]

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"The Oldest View" (Grey/Green) (Aesthetic/Moodboard)

An aesthetic/moodboard made in GIMP with stock images from pexels.com. Based on "The Oldest View" by Kane Pixels on Youtube.

Additional thoughts beneath the cut:

Gah, seems like the compression is flattening the colors in this a bit - if you open the moodboard in a different tab and zoom in, you might be able to see it better; this one is not just pure grey, but meant to have a greenish tint/shadows, referencing the shots in the series that are black-white-and-green.

This one was a bit challenging to make (because the center of the series are a distinct location and a distinct entity), but overall also very fun. Again, I tried to make this with just stock images and I wanted to use the dithering option again. I think it turned out pretty well!

[kayrockerqog]

imma compress all my td2023 season two thoughts into one post, so spoilers below particularly for the final four/five episodes

Okay so, I can't be the only one who's super tired of Caleb by the end of the season, right? Like, no, I don't dislike him as a character necessarily, hell, we didn't have much to go off of for a GOOD while, and I'm certainly glad they actually gave him some substance. But like...really? Putting him in the FINALE? Extending his arc so long that it keeps PRIYA in until the final FOUR?? It just makes them both feel like they overstayed their welcome, especially when people like Damien, Zee and Raj got shafted in favour of their plotline, which was ultimately super exhausting compared to others. It also just felt a little...off, especially for Caleb's teammates in the finale basically being "Team Not Julia," that just felt...so sad. And not in a way that was really earned since he was super wishy-washy for the latter half of the game, especially after Damien was eliminated. Like girl how can you go from having nothing to having too much?? What is this, rags to riches? And just to get all of the kinda low points of the season IMO:

Damien was just straight up robbed, and his elimination left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth?? Like there ain't no way DAMIEN would be dumb enough and/or not paranoid enough to NOT take the idol with him to elimination, like, ON HIS PERSON. I don't care that it was hidden at the campfire, there is no way anyone with his personality, especially after saying he moves the damn thing like four times a day, would NOT KEEP IT ON HIM DURING THE CEREMONY!! That's just an unnecessary risk and it got him taken out. Also, Priya voting him out made DOUBLE no sense, like I get Wayne and Raj being sentimental and all but why would Priya vote him over someone else?? I'm still not over Zee's elimination either. Like, yeah, I get why, he spilled a bunch of tea about everybody, but did they just FORGET THE FIRST AND ARGUABLY MOST IMPORTANT BIT OF TEA??? THAT CALEB WAS FUCKING WITH PRIYA'S HEAD??? Why did they spare him of that? Caleb should've gotten more fucking consequences for not updating Zee on the development, especially when you made him PROMISE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!!! However, there's a lot of good stuff too that I absolutely adored about the later episodes:

MK and Julia's farewell felt really fitting, even if I felt MK should've stayed over her, plus the hug??? the mutual respect??? Chef's commentary???? real. Raj and Wayne continue to be completely endearing, both with Raj's elimination and Wayne's obvious love and care for him even when he's not there. I mean FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, his worst fear at the time was having to compete AGAINST Raj instead of with him!!! How precious is that?? Plus the HUG????? RAJ'S FAREWELL?????? EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAS ME SO GIDDY MAN!! "Bowie, get your dancing shoes!" me, being buried in a pile of the hearts swirling around my head and also just, Bowie in the finale being an icon, as usual, even if he isn't competing. His friendship with Wayne as a result of his relationship with Raj and how he's adapted to their ways of thinking is SO!!!!! GAH!!!!!! HE LEARNED THE HOCKEY TALK!!!!! IM WEAK!!!!!! And everyone on Wayne's team being so genuinely happy to support him, especially those I genuinely would not have expected to be there (Axel, Ripper, Chase) but when I think about it, it makes PERFECT sense, and I'm just,,, AGH!!!!! And while the final three and winner may not have been my first choices, I am ultimately pleased with the ending. Wayne winning makes up for the exhaustion of other plotlines in the season, and really, he played fair and square and won. Much as I wanted Julia to win, I'm glad he did.

now that ive actually seen all the episodes I'm gonna be,,, insane and reblog so much td stuff because obviously, so,, AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE!!! I WOULD LOVE TO TALK MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT MY THOUGHTS OF THE SEASON!!

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THE FACT ALL OF THE ORIGINAL ACTORS ARE GONNA BE IN THE SERIES IS GOLD!!! HOLY SHIT!!! THANK YOU PARAMOUNT!!! I'M SO NORMAL RIGHT NOW LIKE WHAT?!?!?! LET ME BREATHE FOR A MOMENT!!! IT'S TOO EARLY FOR MY BRAIN TO COMPRESS THIS DOWN QUICKLY!!! GAH!!! THIS IS OFFICIALLY PARAMOUNT'S YEAR!!!

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Totally Fucked - Cross The Line Part 9

Here's a moment you know, you're fucked

Not an inch more room to self-destruct

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Curse that fucking overachieving freshman and her inane ability to show up at the exact wrong moments. They leaned against the closed door of their dressing room, trying desperately to catch their breath. They could feel their anger beginning to take over, like their brain knew their body couldn’t handle the panic that was wracking their bones and transformed it into something they could manage. They pressed their hand flat against their chest hard , trying to compress their body, struggling to take deep breaths. 

Why’d she have to come in? She already had too much power over their life - she plagued their dreams, she was their ticket to their first lead, and now she knew their secret? The thing that could actually cause major issues? If she told anyone, who knows what the academy would do? They could spin this story a thousand ways, none of them good for Jordan. Who knows what their parents would do? 

And the fucking worst part of this whole thing was that Jordan was pretty sure that Ella wouldn’t tell anyone. Because she’s a good person, or whatever. They could give her any reason, or no reason at all, and she would still probably keep their secret. And it’s one thing to owe something to someone cutthroat. Because then you can pay them back. But this ? The guilt, the shame, the fear, was inescapable, suffocating. 

It would be two hours after they heard the exterior door of the studio close that they would be brave enough to leave and go home. After checking three times that they had shifted correctly, they pulled on their jacket and practically fled. Their heart rate wouldn’t go down until they were back in their apartment and the door was locked.

During the next week, they’re icy cold to Ella, just waiting for her fuck something up for them. Expecting a call from their parents, a meeting with Lynne, anything. But no. Ella’s the perfect sweet girl she always is, not even looking at them differently. As if last Saturday never happened. And it was driving them insane. By Friday, they almost want something to happen, just to get it over with. So that’s how they end up cornering her and dragging her back into their dressing room. They knew that there were probably a million better ways to play this situation, but they’d be damned if they gave Ella any more power over them. This is their game, she will play by their rules. 

They shifted to their femme form after locking the door. “If you tell anyone about what you saw - you’re dead. You see this?” They were practically growling, and they gestured to their body. “That means you’re not safe from getting my fist up your ass if you cross me.” They glare her down, feeling the smallest amount of pleasure at the fear in her eyes. Maybe if they put enough fury into this one moment, they’ll have the upper hand again.

“I’d never do that to you, Jordan.” Fuck. They knew   that, that’s why this whole thing is so fucking... gah. Whatever.

“Better not.” They huff, trying to find a way to spin this confrontation in their favor once more. It doesn’t help that they’re in this enclosed space with her. She smells like vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee, and she is looking as irresistibly innocent as she usually does. They let their eyes trace along her lithe form, taking in every inch of her. Lean and muscular thighs, the perfect curve of her waist, tits that were just begging to be defiled. They smirked at her, realizing they might still have one more trick up their sleeve. “So, got an eyeful of my tits that time, didn’t you?” Their smirk widened at the shock and embarrassment on Ella’s face.

“I - i didn’t look!” She stammered, her wide eyes flicking from Jordan’s face, to their tits, back to their face. She definitely looked - it’s written all over her face. Gotcha.

“Liar.” They said, stepping closer to her. She stepped back. Good. She should be scared of them. They need her to be scared of them. Relying on the kindness of others is an easy way to get yourself fucked over. Fear, greed, rage, lust - those are reliable emotions. Logical, even. 

They let their eyes drop back to her chest. “You should know I don’t like an uneven playing field. I’m either on top or in first fucking place. You get it?” She looks confused and frightened now, like a spooked rabbit trying to reason its way out of a fight with a fox.

“I - no - what -” She stammered, and Jordan took another step towards her. Ella stepped back again, her back hitting the dark green wall.

“It means,” They said darkly. “I don’t lose.” They let their hand skim along the collar of Ella’s top, a white button-down she wore for work. They trace along the edge of her top, willing themself to stay slow and in control. This kind of power play was dangerous, but just as they had predicted when they first saw her, she was putty in their hands. They let their fingers rest on the first button. If she says something now, I’ll stop. What started as a play to force her to stay quiet, was becoming something more as her breath caught in her throat and Jordan could feel arousal pooling in their core. 

“Jordan...” She breathed, and they thought they might actually stop breathing. Fucking intoxicating. They undo the first button, and then the second. 

“Just making things fair, freshman.” They murmured, unbuttoning the final few buttons and letting her shirt fall open. 

She’s stunning. They had known that, obviously, they do have eyes, but in the dim light of their dressing room, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. They reached out and tugged her bra down over her perfect tits, the stiff buds of her nipples bouncing free. They wanted so badly to make her come entirely undone in their arms, to hear her scream their name instead of whisper it. They took in every inch of her exposed skin, mesmerized by her beauty. They watch her face, her lips parting slightly as they reach forward and let their thumb brush her nipple. They couldn’t hide their smirk when she gasped involuntarily.

“T-this is definitely longer than I looked at you.” Ella stuttered, her eyes still glued to their hand. They pulled back, somewhat shocked by their own boldness. 

“Now we’re even.” They said, keeping their voice casual. This was supposed to be a way for them to get the upper hand again, but they didn’t think they’d ever get the image of her flushed face out of their head. “Don’t you have a work shift in 10 minutes?” They asked lightly, watching as Ella adjusted her shirt. 

“See you later, freshie.” They said as she walked out of their dressing room. And they stood there, feeling like they had somehow gotten themself in deeper trouble than they were in before. How does she do that to them?

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After rehearsal on Friday, she was already in her work uniform when Jordan dragged her into their dressing room. They shifted to their femme form after locking the door, glaring her down with those same intense eyes. “If you tell anyone about what you saw - you’re dead. You see this?” They were practically growling, and they gestured to their body. “That means you’re not safe from getting my fist up your ass if you cross me.” Despite being quite a bit shorter in this form, they still exude hostility. Any of the fear that they may have been feeling last week is gone now. Their gaze is cold, stony. Their expression gives nothing away, and she smiles slightly. At least Jordan is still consistent.

“I’d never do that to you, Jordan.” She said sincerely. And while yes, Ella was trying to placate the very angry and very strong supe in front of her, she also meant it. There was no reason for her to try to sabotage Jordan, and if she was honest, she had been enjoying their company in the evenings, even if they rarely talk.

“Better not.” They huff, looking both more frustrated and relieved at the same time. She felt her heart rate increase as they looked her up and down. She knew she should feel self-conscious (and she did) but there was that bubble of pride she felt when she got Jordan’s approval. “So, got an eyeful of my tits that time, didn’t you?” They said wryly, smirking at her.

“I - i didn’t look!” Ella stammered, but the image of Jordan’s tits was burned into the back of her eyelids. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to their tits once more, the perfect globes of flesh, the way their nipples had just begged to be sucked and tweaked... she felt her face flush a deeper crimson as her thoughts got dirtier.

“Liar.” They said, continuing to advance on her. Ella took a step back, unsure of where this conversation was going. They seemed to be pleased by her fear, holding her gaze intently.  “You should know I don’t like an uneven playing field. I’m either on top or in first fucking place. You get it?” 

“I - no - what -” She stammered, still trying to figure out what exactly they were aiming at. Then she followed their gaze and realized they were staring at her tits, contained in her work top.

“It means,” They said darkly. “I don’t lose.” Ella’s breath hitched and desire coiled in her center as Jordan’s long, delicate fingers traced the edge of her collar, just brushing on the first button. And somehow, she knew that Jordan would stop if she wanted. But their touch was intoxicating, and this was the first time they had touched her outside of dance, and she could feel her panties dampening with every shaky breath. 

“Jordan...” She breathed, and they began unbuttoning her top. She didn’t know how she was still breathing, it seemed like her entire world had narrowed to just her and Jordan. 

“Just making things fair, freshman.” They murmured, unbuttoning the final buttons as she watched with bated breath as her blouse fell open and Jordan pulled her bra down to reveal her breasts and her nipples, already stiff with arousal. They just stared at her, taking in her exposed chest while she stood there, trying to gather her thoughts. They reached out and brushed their thumb on her nipple, making Ella gasp, and causing a jolt of desire to run through her system.

“T-this is definitely longer than I looked at you.” She stuttered, unable to take her eyes off of Jordan. They smirked again and pulled their hand away.

“Now we’re even.” They said, watching her as she adjusted her shirt once more. “Don’t you have a work shift in 10 minutes?” They said nonchalantly, pulling their bag higher up on their shoulder. She nodded, taking one more shaky breath before heading out to her shift.  “See you later, freshie.” Jordan called to her retreating back. 

What just happened?

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au by @poppy-metal

double thanks to poppy for this chappie because its a rewrite of a scenario she wrote for this au awhile back.

edits by @barbieprincesshilton