#I should be banned from drawing lmao

[fatale-distraction]

Lmao I tried

I think Qilue and Lunara would get along great, but I do wonder what Lunara would think of this nonsense.

Lunara belongs to @basketobread

[aerynwrites]

Bound by The Heart (And Other Things)

Dammon x Afab!Reader

A/N: yeah uh…I don’t even have a reason for this other than I have my own personal HC that Dammon would be into bondage lmao. But like…the pretty kind. Hope y’all enjoy :3

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW. Smut, PiV sex, cunnilingus, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex, bondage, rope bondage, restraints, discussions of a safe word but it;s never used, aftercare, fluff.

The weathered leather book is heavy in your hands as you examine the title. 

A Pleasurable Deal. 

The text immediately strikes you as one you’ve seen before, and heat rushes to your cheeks when the memory of a banned books list in Sorcerous Sundries comes to the front of your mind. 

You remember Gale lamenting the list, saying no texts - no matter how obscene - should never be banned. 

You hadn’t given much thought to the list until now, as the book sits in your hands. And the fact that you found it hidden away in Dammon’s side table. 

Despite having been with the blacksmith for months now, you’d never seen this specific tome. Either because it was a new item he’d acquired or…a well loved one he'd kept hidden away. 

You’re assuming it’s the latter if the worn corners of the leather cover and the bent pages have anything to say. 

You move to put the book back, not wanting to intrude on your partners privacy, but as you move to slide it back into place, another book catches your eye. This one tucked behind several other blacksmithing texts. 

It looks rather ornate, the black binding inlaid with gold colored trimmings. 

Before you can stop yourself, you’re already reaching for the book, fingers sliding along the smooth cover and pulling it from its place. 

Your eyes fall to the cover, eyes widening as you read the title. 

A Madam's Guide to Pleasure. 

The cover falls open before you can think better of it, your eyes immediately flicking to the small piece of paper sticking out from a section farther into the book. You yearn to flip to that page first, but your eyes instead fall to scan the table of contents. 

Your face gets even hotter as you read over the various section titles. Everything from the basics when it comes to sex to the more debauched. 

Finally, you flip the pages to where the paper sticks out, only to have a few pieces of folded parchment fall into your lap to reveal the title of the section they were tucked into. 

‘Bondage’

The otherwise wicked ideal behind the term is hidden by the pretty flowing script on the page. Your eyes follow the words easily, slowly feeling your heart rate pick up as you take in the text. 

You’ve only made it halfway through the section when you remember the papers that fell into your lap. Setting the book down gently and open to the page you left off, you reach down and unfold the pages. 

The first thing you feel is shock followed by a sudden stab of arousal as you take in the charcoal images sketched onto the pages. 

It’s Dammon’s work, you’d be able to tell his artistry from anywhere thanks to the hundreds of sketches he’s shown you of blacksmithing plans. 

But these…these are not blueprints of swords or daggers or armor. No…

These sketches are something else entirely. Light and dark lines coming together as he depicts various different types of bondage scenarios. 

None of the pictures are lewd in anyway besides their obvious connotation. In a way…they’re quite beautiful. 

You see the vague shape of a body, legs tied together with an intricate weave of rope and knots, as if it’s meant to decorate the wearer rather than restrain them. 

Almost all of the drawings seem that way, the rope and bindings tied and wrapped in a way that’s almost artistic. 

The one that catches your eye the most though, is a page that depicts the front and back view of a woman kneeling and sitting on her heels. 

The sketch of her from behind shows her hands bound behind her back, the ropes binding her arms together in an intricately woven pattern that spans from her wrists all the way up to just beneath her shoulders. 

The other view seems to be part of the same design, the ropes snaking to the front of her body, twining delicately over her breasts, sternum and chest in complicated knots and patterns. 

You’ve just reached up to trace your finger over the sketchings of rope, when a startled call of your name rips you from your reverie. 

“What are you doing?”

Dammons voice is raised louder than he usually speaks to you, face several shades darker than usual as he practically lunges for the items in your hands, a look of utter fear and panic on his face. 

“Oh, gods,” he mutters, hastily collecting the papers before shoving them back into the black bound novel. “You weren’t supposed to see that, I-“ 

“Dammon it’s okay! I promise-“ 

He turns to you then, book clutched tightly in his hands, as he looks at you with something none other than utter betrayal. “Why were you going through my things?” He asks. 

You shake your head, heart sinking to your stomach and dispelling any feelings of arousal the drawings drew forth. 

“I didn’t mean to, I came up here looking for one of my books and I saw you stored some in here and so I thought-“ 

“You thought you’d go through my books instead?” He asks, voice now tinged with accusation as he stands, the book still clutched tightly in his hands. 

“I’m sorry Dammon,” you say from your position still kneeled on the floor. “I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“I-I’m not upset, I-“ the tiefling cuts himself off, running a hand down his face as he lets out a sigh, avoiding your gaze. “I just…need some air.”

You watch helplessly as Dammon turns and leaves the bedroom, a pit of guilt stirring deep in your belly. 

————

Dammon spends the rest of the day in the forge, which isn’t unusual, but it feels like an intentional choice today. One you don’t begrudge him considering you snooped through his personal things. 

It’s well into the evening before he comes into the house, and you’re just finishing up dinner. You watch him between plating your meals as he hangs up his blacksmith apron next to the door before heading to the water basin to wash his hands. 

You’ve just placed the last of the food onto your plates when he approaches you, taking one of the plates from your hands with a quick kiss to your cheek.

A small weight is lifted from your shoulders at that small action, and you follow him silently to the kitchen table, taking your habitual seat to his right side. 

The meal is pleasant enough, you tentatively asking about his forge projects and feel the tension lift as he tells you about them. It goes on like that - like normal despite the nagging in your mind. 

You don’t want to ruin the mood by bringing up the earlier incident. But you also don’t want to leave it how it was. You owe him an apology, a real apology, and…there’s something else you want to talk to him about too.

You finally find the courage to bring it all up as you and Dammon clean up after dinner, you drying the washed dishes as Dammon puts them away. 

“I’m sorry about earlier, Dammon,” you say softly, not missing the way his shoulders tense as he takes a plate from you, eyes avoiding yours once more. 

“It’s…It’s alright,” he says with a sigh. “I’m not angry or upset with you, not over something so trivial. I was just…” he lets out a dry chuckle. “I supposed I’m a bit embarrassed for you to have come across such things. I know they aren’t…Common desires.” 

He’s still turned away from you when he finishes, stashing the last dish before his hands fall to his sides. You immediately reach for him, taking his hand in your own as you urge him to face you. 

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you tell him, feeling that familiar heat creep up into your cheeks as you contemplate your next words. 

“I actually…Liked them. The drawings, I mean.”

Dammon’s eyes finally snap to yours then, bright blue iris’ completely visible to you as he stares at you wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. 

“You…what?”

You take your lip between your teeth coyly, courage slowly building up in your chest as you move to slip your arms around his waist, hands resting on his low back as returns the lose embrace. 

“I liked them,” you repeat. “It looked…beautiful really. The intricate designs and knots and I…”

You pause then, shyness creeping in one more as you look up at your lover. 

“I think I’d like to try it sometime. If that’s - if you’d want too, of course.”

You can practically see the way Dammon’s heart rate picks up, cheeks darkening with blush as his breath stutters. 

“You’d…You’d try that? With me?” 

A small chuckle slips past your lips. “I hope it’s with you.”

In an answer of his own, Dammon captures your lips with his in a fierce kiss. It’s needy and desperate and filled with a relief only you can understand as he pulls you tighter to him. 

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips before pulling down to trail kisses down your jaw. “We can’t do it tonight,” he says. “I need to prepare.”

You try to hide the small swell of disappointment, but Dammon must sense it anyways, nipping at the spot just below your ear as he tugs you closer to his body. 

“I’m still going to ravish you tonight though. For making me the happiest man in Baldur’s Gate.”

You smile, pulling him up for another kiss before he whisks you upstairs. Anticipation for tonight and what’s to come in the future simmering low in your belly.

—————

It’s only a few days later when Dammon brings it back up, asking if tonight you’d like to try what you all had discussed. When you agreed, a bit too eagerly, he had just let out a small laugh before laying out all of the boundaries. 

He had you pick a safeword in case you wanted out of the restraints, as well as asking you about anything you’d be uncomfortable with. In the end you’d just told him you trusted him completely and once again stated your excitment. 

Which led you here, blindfolded on the edge of your shared bed in nothing but your smallclothes. 

Dammon had tied the soft silk fabric around your eyes before leaving the room to fetch something, asking that you not remove the blindfold before he got back. You obeyed easily, but as the seconds turn into minutes, you feel yourself start to grow impatient. 

What is taking him so long?

Your fingers twitch against your skin from where your hands sit on your thighs before moving to be by your side instead, toying with the soft sheets beneath you. Every creak and faint footstep has your ears perking up, waiting in anticipation for Dammon to return. 

Finally, you hear his familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and to your shared room, the floor boards creaking beneath his weight. His steps are softer than when he left, the sound of bare soles on the wood greeting your ears as he approaches your position. 

He must have taken off his shoes. And you silently hope he took off other things as well, wanting to feel him at least a little bit before you're restrained. 

“Are you still alright?” he asks, his voice much closer than you anticipated. 

You jump slightly as you realize he’s right in front of you now, and you can feel the subtle heat radiating from his body. You nod, reaching out instinctively to touch him. 

He allows it, sighing lightly when your hands bump against his bare stomach, flattening against the taut muscle there before sliding upwards. You can feel the faint ridges and bumps unique to his skin as you continue upwards, gliding over his chest before coming back down again, mapping him in your blinded state. You only stop when your fingers meet rough fabric - the waistband of his pants. 

You hear the faint sound of his tail brushing the ground intermittently, and you can’t help but smile as your fingers curl beneath the band of his pants. But before you can get any further, familiar calloused hands stop your own, pulling you away from his skin. 

“If you do that, I’m afraid we won’t accomplish what we planned to do tonight,” he says breathlessly. 

You are still amazed that such simple touches drive him crazy, but you can’t help but relish in it, because you feel the same anytime Dammon touches you. As if your body can’t get enough. 

Tonight might be the night that it does. 

“Can you give me your hand?” he asks, and you hear him rustling around with something. 

“Of course.”

You offer him your hand and he takes it, turning it palm up and placing a long thin object in your palm. He curls your fingers round it, and when he offers no complaint, you reach up with your other hand to further investigate what it could be. 

“It’s the rope I’m going to use,” he informs you as your fingers trail along the braid material. “It’s…This is why we had to wait. I had to find someone who…dealt with these kinds of things.”

You let out a small hum as you run the rope through you hands, and you slowly begin to understand what he means. It’s smoother than any rope you’ve ever used, so smooth in fact that it feels like silk. It’s sturdy too, not too thick but not so thin it will dig uncomfortably into your skin if it gets tight. It’s like it was created for this purpose alone. 

And perhaps it was. 

You’re no stranger to the more debacuhed happenings in the city. Hells - you’ve been inside Sharess’ Caress. They probably use rope like this in abundance there.

“It’s so…soft,” you say finally, reaching out to offer the rope back to him. 

“Yes I…” He trails off for a moment before continuing. “This isn’t supposed to be painful,” he informs you, and you feel the bed dip beside you, his voice shifting to your right side. “It can be of course but…Not tonight. It’s more about the control I suppose. The art of it.”

You nod as you feel a warm hand settle on your hip. “That makes sense. The drawings I saw were beautiful in a way and also…” you trail off, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Let’s just say I was never put off by the idea once I saw it.”

You can hear the way Dammon’s breath catches, his nails digging into the flesh of your hip ever so slightly. “I should have suggested it sooner, it seems.”

You smile, leaning in to where you think his body is. “You should have.”

He lets out a sigh, and you feel the way it brushes against your temple as he speaks. 

“Well…We’re here now,” he says, slowly dragging his hand from your hip up your back before settling on your shoulder. “Are you ready for me to start?”

You let out a breath of your own, anticipation bubbling in your veins as you shift in your place, eager to get started. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Slowly and with whispered instructions he guides you so your are on your knees on the bed, sitting on your heels as you face away from him. Once you’re in position his fingers skim up to unhook the clasps of your bra, sliding it gently from your shoulders before tossing it somewhere off to your left. 

“If you wanted me naked you could have just said so,” you tease, smiling when it earns youa  chuckle from teh man behind you. 

“That ruins the fun,” he says, and you finally feel the cool slide of rope against your arms. “This is…a lot of this is about the anticipation,” he tells you, breath ghosting over your ear as he gently guides your arms into position behind your back. “The gentle touches, the slow act of tying the rope, the build of what’s to come…”

He has you bend your arms behind your back, forearms almost crossing as he starts to slide the rope beneath them, wrapping it over just a few times before starting to tie the first knot, securing your arms together. 

He continues like that for long agonizing moments. The cool rope sliding against your heated skin as he pulls, tugs, and knots the smooth cord into a masterpiece only he can see. The design soon travels from your forearms upwards above your elbows, as he begins to connect your arms together once more. He threads the rope beneath your right arm, hands ghosting across your back as he brings it over to your left, looping it over your bicep and back again, creating an intricate set of loops and ties that secure your arms behind you further, pulling your shoulders back to just the bare edge of discomfort. 

Dammon was right. This is about the anticipation.

Because with each slide of the rope, with each brush of his fingers or ghost of his lips on your skin, you feel a new pang of arousal pool in your core. You shudder with each pass of the cord on your skin, breath hitching with each knot he tugs into place. 

And Dammon, who’s never known to keep his hands from you for too long, can’t help but to touch you in between. His sharp nails ghosting along your skin, kisses pressed to your shoulder as he mutters words of praise…you can feel yourself getting wet already, and he’s barely even touched you. Not in the way you desire most, at least. 

A whimper slips past your lips when he finally pulls away from you, the last piece of rope in place agasint your arms. But his absence doesn’t last long before he’s back again, his arms snaking around you as a new rope presses against the delicate skin of your lower belly. 

“Are you still alright?” he asks, warm breath ghosting over your cheek as his head comes up beside yours to look down at your exposed body. His chin tucks perfectly against your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your cheek, waiting patiently for you to answer before he continues.

When you do find your words, they come out small, a mere gasp on your lips. 

“Yes,” you assure him. “I just…wish you would touch me. I didn’t…this is more than i expected.”

You feel him tense behind you, his hands stilling. “We can stop at anytime-”

“No!” you almost shout, leaning back into your lover in a silent plea. “Please, don’t stop. I only meant…I didn’t expect to react so strongly to just this.”

Dammon clicks his tongue, letting out a low hum of understanding as his hands start to move again, the rope sliding softly against your skin. 

“If it makes you feel any better…” Dammon trails off, wrapping the rope around your front again, allowing him to press himself against your back, the hardness of him pressing into your low back. “It’s having the same affect on me.”

His words, and the feeling of him hard as steel pressing into your skin is enough to send another bolt of pleasure through you. You expect him to pull away to continue his work, but he does no such thing, instead aiming to stay pressed as close to you as possible as he works on his art. 

Each moment feels agonizing as he slowly winds the ropes up your body, fingers braiding and knotting the pieces together, fingers brushing against your skin, but never doing much more. 

Your breath leaves you in shallow pants, and you can’t help it when you press your hips back into his own, desperate for any kind of touch, any friction to sooth the ache simmering in your veins.

A small groan leaves Dammons lips, and you feel a small tug the the ropes around your arms. “We’ll get there,” he whispers, leaning down to brush a tender kiss to your shoulder. “You’re doing so well, my love. I’m almost done.”

You fight to hold back the whine that threatens to slip past when his lips retreat from your skin, but you do, instead moving to lean back against him as he looks back over your shoulder once more to see his work. 

You can feel the way the cords constrict around you, knotting in the center of your body as it travels upwards and spans out to wrap over your ribs and around your back. Soon enough you can feel them start to settle beneath your breasts. His hands barely brush the plush mounds as he ties a secure knot between them before taking the two ends up and over your collarbones to secure at the back of your neck. 

He ties the last knot, a quiet sigh of admiration leaving him as his hands skim over his work, calloused palms ghosting over your skin. 

You feel the bed shift, his warmth leaving your back. You wonder for a moment if he’s leaving again, but you continue to feel him move, until you think he settles in front of you on the plush mattress. The bed creaks softly as he settles, and despite the blindfold, you can feel his eyes boring into you, admiring his work much like he does that which he produces in the forge. 

Dammon is a lot of things, and a proud man is one of them.

He’s never boastful or arrogant. But he loves his work - he’s always proud of what he can accomplish. And it seems that extends to you as well.

You don’t flinch when his hand settles on your cheek, thumb brushing the skin their gently, as he continues to admire you. 

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he whispers, his other hand coming up to cup one of your breasts gently. 

A gasp slips past your lips as he runs a thumb over the stiff peak of your nipple, nails scratching the sensitive skin deliciously as he pulls away to trail further down your body. He traces the ropes he tied into place, fingers slipping beneath them every now and again to tug gently. 

“Is it-“ another gasp interrupts you as his hands slide down to brush over your thighs instead. “Is it everything you imagined?” 

Dammon leans forward then, his hands slipping around your hips as his lips fall to your shoulder before trailing down lower to nip sharp teeth at your collar bone. 

“It’s even better,” he breathes. “You’re more magnificent than anything my mind could conjure up.” 

A moan leaves you as his mouth finally reaches your breast, his teeth scarping against the sensitive swell before taking a pert nipple between his lips. 

“Oh, gods…” you gasp, arms tugging at the rope as you instinctively want to reach up to cradle his head in your hands. 

But the restraints keep you in place, completely at his mercy as he continues to lavish your skin with praises and gently love bites. 

You’re burning up now, blood boiling in your veins and desperate for anything Dammon wishes to give you. Something he seems to sense as both arms move to slip around your back as he gently lowers you to lay back on the bed, his lips traveling lower the whole way. 

Your arms are trapped beneath you in this new position, adding to the arousal pooling in your belly as you lay completely open and bare for the man before you. 

His teeth tug at the rope around your hips, hands moving to spread your legs so he can settle between them. 

“Are you still alright, my love?” He asks, fingers creeping slowly up your inner thighs. 

Gods you love him. You really do. But in this moment you want nothing more than for him to ravish you, to tear you completely apart before putting you back together again. 

He can be sweet later. Right now, you want him to fuck you. 

“Yes, yes, Dammon I’m fine,” you assure him, bucking your hips up into his hands. “Just please…fuck me. I cant wait any longer.” 

You would usually be embarrassed by blatantly begging like this, but the feel of Dammons mouth on your wet center removes any and all thoughts but him from your mind. 

His tounge parts your folds running up to tease the small bundle of nerves that sends bolts of pleasure through you. 

You squirm in Dammon’s steel grip, your back arching as he devours you, his fingers digging into your thighs, nails no doubt going to leave behind evidence of his hold on you come morning. 

His name falls from your lips in a lewd prayer, as you buck your hips up into his mouth, seeking more despite the way his tongue moves ravenously against you. 

You feel his hands slide up to the rope around your hips, fingers slipping beneath the cord as he uses it to tug you closer to him, as if he wishes to drown in you. 

His nose nudges at your clit as his tounge prods your entrance, desperate to taste you, his moans sending vibrations through you that make that coil in your belly pull impossibly taut. 

“Fuck,” cry out when he slides one hand to rub expect circles on your clit. “Dammon, I’m close I-“ 

An expert flick of his fingers cuts off your warning, sending you hurtling over the edge into oblivion as Dammon continues to work you through it. 

Incoherent babbles of his name fall from your lips until you finally say back into the bed, chest heaving and legs twitching as Dammon continues to lick at you, certain to leave nothing behind. 

You want to push him away, but without the use of your hands, you squeeze your thighs around his shoulders gently, urging him away from you. 

He obeys with a small sigh, his hand sliding up your body, as his lips follow suit, leaving a moist trail of kisses in his wake before he’s finally pressing them to the underside of your jaw. 

“You’re doing so well, my love,” me mutters against your skin, fingers toying idly with the smooth cord beneath your breasts. 

You smile as you turn your head to capture his lips with your own, tasting yourself on his tounge before pulling away just enough to speak. 

“Can you…Will you take the blindfold off?”you ask. “I’d like to see you.” 

Dammon lets out a low hum, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your lips before reaching up to tug at the silken fabric. 

While the sun has long set, the bedroom is still well lit, lanterns and a few candles lighting the space enough for you to need to adjust to the brightness. 

You blink a few times, leaning into the hand Dammon places on your cheek as his face comes into focus. 

You’ve never seen anything so breathtaking. 

His lips are tilted up in that small smile of his, pupils blown wide with lust as he looks down at you. His cheeks are flushed and errant strands of hair fall from his usually well kept style. 

You yearn to reach up and tuck them back, to card your fingers through his hair or trace around the base of his horns, but you’re once again reminded of the impossibility of that as your arms tug uselessly at your bindings. 

It’s then that you start to recognize the ache in your arms, your hands tingling as they start to fall asleep form their position pinned under you. 

You shift beneath Dammon, and he notices immediately, brow furrowing in silent question. 

“Does it hurt?” He asks, voice laced with concern. 

You shake your head. “No it doesn’t hurt. It just-“ you let out a small chuckle. “I think my hands are falling asleep.” 

Dammon nods, and immediately goes to help you sit up, but you stop him with a shake of your head, an idea popping into your head. 

“Wait.” You tell him, nodding your chin up towards where he was previously sitting. “Sit back.” 

He gives you a curious look, and for a moment he hesitates, but he obeys, scooting back to sit on his heels between your legs. 

You notice the hard bulge in his trousers, and any hesitance about your idea flies out the proverbial window. 

With less effort than you expected, you manage to roll over onto your stomach, gathering your knees below you enough to raise your ass in the air, presenting yourself to the man behind you. 

The sharp intake of breath is enough to tell you that Dammon understands your presentation for what it is. And soon two warm hands settle on your hips, trailing up your sides before coming back down again. 

The warmth of him surrounds you soon after, his chest pressed against your back and arms as he leans over you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders. 

“Are you sure?” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, turning your face so it’s no longer pressed against the sheets. 

“Dammon I swear to the gods, if you went through all this and don’t fuck me-“ 

His lips leave yours in an instant, the heat of him disappearing from behind you as you hear the faint rustle of fabric from behind you. 

His hands settle on your hips again, nails biting into the skin harsher than before as you feel the head of his cock nudge at your entrance. 

You expect him to check in with you again, expect him to ask if you remember your safe word or any amount of other precautions. But he doesn’t. 

Instead he presses into you in one swift thrust, his cock guided easily by your earlier orgasm. 

But it still never prepared you for the size of him. He always stretches you perfectly, the small ridges and bumps unique to his race adding to the sensation of him sinking into you. 

The groan you let out is sinful, and you can’t help but turn to muffle it in the sheets. 

But Dammon isn’t having that. 

A strong tug in the rope between your arms has you pulling up from the bed, the force of the movement pulling you further back onto him until your hips are flush with his own. 

“Don’t hide from me,” Dammon says, tugging at the restraints again, sending him deeper and making the rope dig deliciously into your skin. “I want to hear you.” 

“Oh, gods. Dammon…”

His name falling from your lips finally makes him move, pulling out of you before thrusting back in with one solid movement. 

Your name falls from his lips as he sets a punishing pace, something so different from the reverent way he worshiped your body earlier. 

He curls himself over you, his chest pressed against your back as he plants one hand by your head on the bed, his sharp nails digging deep into the sheets as he holds himself over you. 

He nuzzles his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, nose nudging your jaw as he takes your earlobe between his teeth and tugs. 

Another whimper escapes your lips as he continues his mind blowing pace, hitting that spot inside you as you writhe against the ropes fully now. Hands clenching and unclenching as you press your hips back into his own, seeking your second release of the night. 

“Gods, Dammon, please..” 

you're practically sobbing now, tears wetting your lashes at the intense pleasure that courses through you and the slight frustration of not being able to touch anything - touch him. 

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his free arm wrapping around your hips to hold you to him as he presses you down, further into the bed his cock pressing impossibly deeper inside of you at the change of position. 

“Let go for me,” he says, voice sinful in your ear. 

His words, and his fingers that slipped down to rub at your clit send you into oblivion for the second time. 

You clench around him, crying out his name in a desperate plea as you squirm against him, veins alight with utter pleasure.

Dammon is not far behind you, just a few more stuttered thrusts and he comes in you with a groan of your name from his lips, his chest rumbling against your back as he sinks down into you, breath coming out in short labored breaths against your cheek. 

Your mind is blissfully blank as you sink into the plush bedding beneath you, completely boneless as your lover adjusts his weight above you. 

You whine when you feel him pull away from you, the room seeming so much cooler without his body next to yours. 

“My love…?” His voice feels a million miles away as he brushes a few strands of hair from your sweat soaked forehead before pressing a kiss there. “Are you alright?”

You chuckle, but it comes out hoarse and weaker than intended. 

“You just…gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m more than alright.” 

You watch through bleary eyes as Dammon blushes, his earlier dominant demeanor disappearing into the Dammon you know and love. 

“I’m going to untie you.” 

You nod, trying to help as much as you can in your blissed out state as he helps you to sit up, maneuvering you until you sit straddling his lap so he can more easily work at the ropes. 

He moves quickly, fingers deftly untying the intricate knots and letting the ropes fall away from your skin. When he loosens the ropes at your back, your hands fall to your sides, a dull ache running from your shoulders down to the tips of your fingers. 

You must have let out some kind of noise or flinched, because as soon as the ropes fall away, Dammon’s hands are on your arms, calloused palms running up and down your arms as he tries to sooth the aches and indentations left behind. 

“They were too tight,” he mutters softly. “I’m sorry, my love I-”

You shush him softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips to quiet his concerns. “I’m alright, Dammon. I promise,” you assure him, smiling as he continued to rub at the light indentation marks left by the ropes. “I liked it,” you finally admit. “I really liked it.”

His minstrations pauses momentarily, hands sliding down to wrap around your waist as he pulls back enough to look down at you, brows furrowed ever so slightly. “You’re…not just saying that to please me, are you?”

You can’t help the playful groan that you let out, followed by a small chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. 

“Only you could give a woman the best orgasm of her life and still question whether she liked it,” you tease, practically feeling the way Dammon rolls his eyes at you.

A small squeal escapes you as Dammon wraps his arms around you more securly as he flips you onto your back again, head hitting the pillow as he hovers over your, lips turned upwards playfully.

“If you think that was the best…I think I have more work to do.”

Your brows wing up in surprise, lips aprting slightly as your mind runs wild with the possibilities. “Is that a challenge, you’re proposing?” you ask.

Dammon smiles, humming low in his chest as he leans down to press a kiss to your jaw. “It might be,” he aquecies. “But for now, i’d just like to hold you and maybe run you a bath. If you’d be so inclined.”

Warmth swells in your chest at his words. Even after something most would consider debacuhed, Dammon still manages to be the sweetest thing in the room. You turn and press a quick kiss to his lips before reching up to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I’d Love nothing more.”

He smiles and plops down next to you on the bed, gathering you in his arms as he does so. His chin rests on the top of your head as you nuzzle into his chest, your leg tangling with his own until you’re both settled comfortably against one another. 

Comfortable silence fills the space, Dammon trailing light patterns on your back, as you do the same on his chest - both of you just taking a moment to bask in the other's presence. Until Dammon finally speaks up.

“Thank you…for trusting me enough to do this,” he tells you softly, voice gentle. 

You nod, moving to slip your arms around his waist, scooting closer to him. “Of course,” you say, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you, Dammon.”

You feel his lips press against the crown of your head. 

“I love you more.”

[mixelation]

In the reborn au, do you think over time Tori's techniques derived from her medical knowledge would eventually get noticed by other ninja to be developed further, or would Minato actually seriously have to consider banning it if it got to that point? Or do you think it would just stay an unspoken secret Tori's techniques are breaking some rules but no one is interested enough in the topic to investigate?

hmm i think there might be some assumptions/implications in this ask i don't quite understand, but i'll answer anyway.

most of tori's research is the biology of chakra. this is slowly getting developed in plasticity-- she gets interested in it because it's the basis of all these insane things in ninjaworld, but also it's an inextricable part of every living organism's biology, but also she has literally no background understanding on it. her approach to chakra is also fundamentally different from 99% of other people because she was just trained to think about how bodies work differently, so a lot of research questions she gets fixated on seem very off the beaten track from everyone else. her main thing is that, instead of looking at chakra as something very individual like most ninja, she goes: why CAN'T i just use bacteria? why are we using human blood instead of an animal? we all presumably evolved chakra from the same source. and the answer is there's enough differences in the chakra properties you have to make a lot of modifications, but yes you can use non-human chakra. and that's what's really game changing. you don't need to be limited by your own chakra and you don't even have to be a ninja

and also she's been learning to do this under extremely unideal circumstances and she's very much like "well i have no control over my environment, so i should be able to modify fuinjutsu to it instead of trying to force my surroundings to be ideal." so it's like

kushina: what does this part of the seal do tori: that's so it still works if i paint it on an uneven surface like a rock kushina: huh. smart. minato later: listen i'm very glad you could still use this under adverse conditions minato: but WHY is this the default jutsu. this takes you twice as long to draw.

the later part where she makes insane versions of seals is only really "breaking the rules" in that most people don't get the in depth training to know how to do it themselves. more adept users also sometimes do things like this as the need arises, although most people believe the more elegant solution is "just figure out a way to to it with hand signs." so very little tori does on this front is apt to be banned for fear of people stealing it.

i think in mutagenicity she keeps down the lines of research for using non-human chakra, but ALSO with access to a real lab, she probably also starts on looking at how chakra is manipulated within the body, what the limitations are, and what the biological basis of chakra is. (these questions also seem more likely for a ninja village to want her to ask lmao.) so she might ask something like "how is direction of chakra flow determined, and is the body wired to only be able to use it when it's going in that direction, and also why the fuck is it correlated with hair whorl" and what people NOT in the lab see is that she made a jutsu to reverse chakra flow and it won't kill you but it will fuck up your ability to use chakra indefinitely. like she made it to use on mice and see what happens when chakra gets flipped around to make inferences about how chakra and physical biology interact, but it just seems like wild mad science if you don't have that context. and i think this later category of jutsu is more likely to get branded "forbidden" to prevent users from hurting themselves than as, like, security concerns.

however i will say that tori has fundamentally different beliefs on sharing knowledge than most ninja. she gets protecting clan secrets of bloodline limits, but she also thinks everyone has the inherent right to understand how biology works in a general sense. so while minato might consider it a security risk if, for example, another village stole one of her seals to do their own chakra research, Tori would just be like: oh cool, collaborators. so i can see there being some friction there.

(tori is going to be SO offended when the other ninja research team literally just wants to make a weapon and doesn't care about the genetics of chakra production at all)

[missbunmuffin]

More punch out head canons

Tw: talk about weight issues

Less serious tw: ocs and cringe

What me putting my shitty ocs in these posts is like. I made posts about both of them probably gonna say this kind of stuff every time I post these kind of things but I don’t want people to be too confused.

Glass Joe

- Grew up in a catholic home but now as an adult doesn’t practice the religion really. He will eat meat on a Friday during lent. He doesn’t know what the fuck he is now he just considered himself spiritual or just a really bad catholic(not self projecting lmao)

- His family wasn’t really religious they only went to church sometimes but his mom wanted to do the no eating meat on Fridays during lent thing for some reason

- His sister just drops her kids off at his house randomly most of the time on Wednesdays because apparently French children only have like half a day of school those days(could be wrong) he loves his nieces but he hates when his sister just drops them off without warning because he has a life too.

- He loves silk textures. I feel like his boxing shorts are just really silky too

- Deadass walking around the locker room in a robe with a towel over his head after he’s done in the shower I drew an example back in like December

Yes that’s the same robe he’s wearing in the pity party drawings I made

- Protective over his hair but he doesn’t mind if people touch it as long as they ask and are gentle

- His hair is also pretty soft and he takes good care of it to prevent further damage from when he bleached it himself and a chunk fell out.

- Into Rococo art. I took a humanities class at the beginning of the year and looked into the rococo art movement a bit and apparently it’s French so I always thought he would like that kind of stuff.

- uses a lavender sleep spray

- tries not to get too angry in public. Sometimes he just needs to leave the room to just pout and let it all out sometimes even crying out of anger

- has quite the collection of sweaters and cardigans.

- Loves baking cookies for his girlfriend Eleanor. Shes a baker herself but she loves his cookies more than her own

Von Kaiser

- Cuts his own hair this fucking video is literally him

- secretly a cross dresser I mean this one might be kind of canon because of the weird chibi drawing of him in a Japanese manual for the nes game. Some of the other ones were so racist though ;-;

- Wasn’t really interested in working with children it just sort of happened

- Either way he cares about his students genuinely even if it doesn’t seem like it

Disco kid

- got banned on Roblox for a day for saying suck toe(totally not based on my cousin who is like the same age as him also getting banned for that) yes I’m sharing this drawing again

- Singing as loud as possible in the locker room showers

- If he has kids they aren’t going anywhere near the mall Easter bunnies and Santa’s he doesn’t trust them and neither should you

- He never hits the villagers with nets in animal crossing

- Has two sisters one older one younger

Aran Ryan

- Afraid of needles

- Has weight issues. He’s too focused on numbers on the scale. He knows nothing is wrong but I think some things the people around him said growing up affected him.

- I mentioned his sister Freya also has body issues in my post about her and Aran tries to support her because he doesn’t want her thinking that way about her body like he does. I imagine a lot of the women on his father’s side are naturally more curvy and he doesn’t want his sister to be ashamed of her natural body type.

- Still visits his grandmas house on his dad’s side even as an adult. He’s one of the only things she has of his dad that she has left.

- Plays Roblox with Disco kid and forces Narcis to play with them. He also bullies kids on there

- His mom was struggling fanatically a bit when his sister was about to go into secondary school. He just got into boxing at that point and was getting paid well so he paid for her school uniforms so she didn’t have to be stuck in his old ones that were too big and had rips in the pants that would probably fall down on her. He insisted he’d at least buy her some skirts because she’s not walking around school like that. He also felt bad because she literally cried at the thought of wearing a “boys uniform”

Narcis Prince

- Was like one of those rich British kids in tv shows and movies.

- He snoops in people’s shit all the time. Looking through drawers and reading peoples diaries.

- Would say British schools are crazier than American schools and than flip out at the stories in American schools and regret what he said instantly

- Tries to look after Freya to get on Aran’s good side. They have a complicated relationship. Deadass tries to put her to bed at 8:00 saying some shit like “young ladies your age need to be in bed by 8:00”

Okay this is getting long I’ll stop now

[wren-kitchens]

pool party 2.0

at one point I just thought hmm what if there was another pool party then i’m pretty sure some weird plot devil possessed me and now you have this lmao

also there’s like a 90% chance i’m following this up with a desert duo thing 

“I heard bdubs and impulse are trying to break couples up.” tango says to jimmy as they walk over to the pool party. “so, whatever they say, I don’t wanna break up and i’m not cheating or anything like that.”

“same here.” jimmy nods, squeezing his hand. “no matter what they say.”

after the first party went awry, impulse and bdubs decided to host another one — presumably because their plans of gossiping were overlooked after the amount of murder that went down. there are a few people banned and a few (heavily enforced) rules, but apart from that it’s mostly the same.

tango smiles at him. “just don’t drown in the pool.” he jokes.

“same goes for you.” jimmy grins.

by the time they arrive, there are a few people already there: etho & joel, grian & scar and scott on his own.

“ah, hello!” bdubs calls. they’ve set up some new lounge chairs by the pool and he’s lying on one. “welcome!”

“thank you.” jimmy smiles. “uh, did you block up that zombie hole thing?”

“oh yes, it’s completely filled in.” bdubs assures him. “I mean, we live here, we don’t wanna deal with zombies constantly.”

“good point.” jimmy says, looking around at the guests. joel and etho are in the pool (joel still has his etho t-shirt on) along with scar. grian is sitting on the edge of the pool, presumably to avoid getting his wings wet.

“hi tim!” grian waves from where he’s sat.

“hey!” jimmy waves back.

tango is still looking around. “where’s impulse?” he asks.

“oh, he’s just getting snacks.” bdubs says offhandedly.

“ooh, snacks!” tango says excitedly.

“c’mon guys!” joel calls, waving them over. “we need an even number to play volleyball!”

the two change into their swimsuits and join in. jimmy sits on the edge next to grian, watching the game of volleyball.

“there should be an easier way to dry wings.” jimmy says. “it takes so long every time I get them wet.”

“I know, it’s so annoying.” grian agrees. “especially in these life games— I don’t have time to waste on drying them.”

“rain is my worst enemy in this.” jimmy jokes.

“same.” grian nods.

they’re quiet for a moment as they watch the game of volleyball. etho and joel are on one team, tango and scar on the other. from the looks of it, they’re actually pretty good— they keep drawing.

jimmy smiles absentmindedly as he watches tango. he really struck lucky, huh?

grian snorts.

“what?” jimmy asks.

“you look, like, completely lovestruck.” grian grins.

“I do not.” jimmy protests, knowing his face has gone pink.

“you do!” grian laughs. “oh, I mean what are the odds of you and tango being soulbound? you’re, like, weirdly perfect for each other.”

jimmy smiles as he watches tango celebrate a good throw. “probably pretty slim.” he glances up at grian. “what’re the odds of you and scar being back together? mr still-on-green.”

a weird look flashes over grian’s face. “i’d call it a cruel trick of fate.” he says darkly. “it’s no coincidence.”

jimmy blinks. “what?”

grian looks up at him and seems to realise what he just said. “oh- uh, nothing.”

“okay..” jimmy says, still confused.

“jimmy! did you see my shot?” tango calls from the water.

“yeah, I did!” jimmy turns away from grian and grins at his soulmate. “when were you gonna tell me you have a hidden talent for volleyball?”

“I didn’t know either.” tango swims over to him and climbs out the pool to sit next to him.

jimmy smiles as tango takes his hand. “don’t you dare get my wings wet.” he warns jokily. “you’ll have to dry them.”

tango rests his head on jimmy’s shoulder. “worth it.” he says when jimmy protests.

“you suck.” jimmy says, kissing his forehead.

“not at volleyball.” tango grins.

jimmy rolls his eyes fondly. “not at volleyball.” he corrects.

he feels eyes on him and glances up to see grian watching them both with a somewhat longing expression on his face. he looks away when he realises that jimmy has noticed.

jimmy makes a mental note to talk to him later, but before he can do anything else, impulse calls out that he has snacks.

he’s holding a tray of toffee apples with bdubs at his side (when did he get off the lounge chair?) smiling a little too innocently.

“anyone else sensing a trap?” he mutters.

grian nods. “I don’t like the look of those apples.”

“c’mon, you guys are too paranoid.” tango says, standing up and grabbing one off the tray.

“they are on red.” jimmy frowns. “I don’t know, it seems very suspicious.”

“what are you guys talking about?” joel asks, holding an apple. as it catches the sun, it gives off a familiar glint underneath the toffee.

“joel, don’t eat that.” jimmy jumps to his feet.

“what?” joel looks surprised, especially when jimmy takes the apple out of his hands. “what are you doing?”

jimmy cups some water in his free hand and washes off the toffee. sure enough, the apple underneath is golden. he turns and glares at the hosts accusingly.

“what’s this?” he asks, holding up the apple.

impulse sighs. “I told you we should have painted them.” he says to bdubs.

tango drops the apple he was holding back onto the tray, narrowing his eyes at their hosts.

“what?!” grian squawks. “what- how did you even get these?!”

“deep dark chests.” bdubs shrugs. “you probably should have checked them before you started this game.”

“you can’t even have them!” grian continues. “they break the connection between soulbounds!”

“I think they know.” tango growls. his hair is too wet to spark a flame, so it starts to smoke instead.

“are we gonna have some trouble, lads?” joel frowns, walking up to impulse and bdubs.

“oh, no, no, no.” bdubs says quickly, presumably remembering joel at the last party. “this was just supposed to be a prank! a harmless little prank.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘harmless’.” jimmy points out.

“scott put us up to it!” impulse says. “his relationship ranch wasn’t working on you and tango so he asked us to help.”

“oh yeah, sure.” tango laughs humourlessly. “we’re not that dumb.”

“well, i was hoping you wouldn’t immediately rat me out.” scott’s voice said from somewhere behind impulse and bdubs. “we could have done more  business.”

jimmy looks up and sees him on the top of their house. scott jumps down, mlg-ing with water, and walks towards them. he takes an apple off the tray and throws it to scar— who hasn’t left the pool.

“what-?” he asks, catching it.

“isn’t your soulmate cheating on you?” scott says casually. “i’d have one if I were you.”

jimmy glances at grian, who looks terrified. he’s looking at scar with a mixture of emotions on his face.

“so?” scar frowns. “he’s kept me alive all this time, and i’ve returned the favour.”

grian now looks like he wants to cry on top of everything else.

“look, scar, i’m-“ he starts, voice wavering slightly.

“no, I get it.” scar smiles at him. “reminds you of old times, huh? well, this time we can win together.”

jimmy kind of wants to hug grian when he puts a hand to his mouth to stifle a sob.

“I didn’t realise your relationship ranch was this bad at breaking up couples.” impulse says, raising an eyebrow at scott. “no wonder you needed us.”

“wait, that’s what it was for?!” joel exclaims.

“oh, you know I love drama.” scott says carelessly.

“I mean, we’re gonna need to talk later.” scar smiles, swimming over to the edge of the pool and getting out. “but it’s nothin’ we can’t fix, right grian?” he puts an arm around grian’s shoulders.

grian nods, aggressively wiping his eyes and glaring at anyone who stares for too long.

“if your ranch was made to break couples up, why did it do like the exact opposite for us?” tango grins, walking over to jimmy and taking his hand.

“because you guys are probably the healthiest couple on the server.” scott says. “it works especially well when there’s already some kind of mistrust.”

jimmy smiles proudly. “well, I think we know which ranch is really the relationship ranch.” he says. tango nods, moving even closer to jimmy.

“scott, I don’t think it’s a very good idea to get on the bad side of a group of reds.” joel says, getting up in scott’s face as etho nods from behind him.

“etho is always so ominous.” jimmy hears scar mutter to grian, who nods in agreement.

“well, you can keep the apples.” scott takes a step backwards. “i’ll be on my way.”

“yeah, good.” joel says. even without a weapon jimmy is pretty sure he could do some considerable damage.

scott gives a little wave and walks off. it holds the air of a mic drop, though he hasn’t really said anything to merit it.

“he was always dramatic.” jimmy notes.

“well, he’s the owner of the loser ranch, he’s gotta make up for it.” tango grins and jimmy laughs.

“well, I think we’re gonna go now.” scar says cheerily. “thanks for playing volleyball with us, tango.”

“no problem.” tango smiles. “see ya.”

“yeah, we should probably go too.” etho says. “before joel murders someone with the volleyball.”

“it’s just a hypothetical thought.” joel protests.

“well, if you guys are going then we will as well.” jimmy says. “bye!”

him and tango walk back to their ranch, holding hands and talking. when they get back, they relax for the rest of the day— just happy in each other’s company— and jimmy is glad scott’s ranch didn’t work on them. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[caughtonwebcam]

Aren’t you the person who doesn’t understand censorship

lmao what is my name getting passed around in the comshipper community? listen, my stance on it is that you can write about whatever you want however you want and nobody can stop or censor you because it’s free speech, even if it’s blatantly abhorrent (and not just to me, but to like thousands of other people.) That’s just the law. But just because you can doesn’t mean you should. You’re really gonna sit here and tell me drawing or writing nsfw of child characters getting incest raped for sexual gain is normal and fine because it’s “not real..”? ... okay. I personally don’t like it, but you can do that, but if you paint it as a ship or call it cute, I have the right to assume weird things about you. That’s just how it is and I’m not gonna change my mind on that. So with that being said, ig I’m “proship” in the sense that you CAN ship something cuz nothing is stopping you, but I REALLLLLY don’t think you should because you shouldn’t romanticize something like a child/adult relationship (and to those in the sp fandom or my followers, I’m talking to you randy/stan and kenny/his siblings shippers.) I know that there are many reasons people write about dark or gross topics, including trauma coping . It can be good to help shine light on a serious experience or topic, such as sexual content involving minors, rape, abuse or incest, which should not be left in the dark. It’s how you handle it that really matters, which can vary, as there is no one way to do it. The bottom line is that none of that stuff is “cute” or “romantic.” For example, let’s say you like the movie “Thirteen”. I believe that movie tackles serious topics in an honest manner that gets its point across without featuring child porn. Not to mention that the movie was actually co-written by a 14 year old girl sharing some of her experiences, which shows the purpose of the movie. However, if you are an adult and like the movie because you like the scene of Tracy and Evie kissing, two 13 year old girls in a heavily toxic friendship, and you find it “cute,” I’m going to assume weird things about you. Or let’s say you like the book “Lolita” for its insight into the mind of a predator. Now compare that to liking the book because you too find Dolores attractive, and you relate to the pedophile. I know these probably arent the best examples, but hopefully this clears some things up a bit. A lot of the time it’s not the media’s fault, it’s how people view it, so I don’t believe in censorship. Like banning “The Catcher in The Rye” because one guy read it and killed John Lennon is stupid. But at the same time, look more closely at the media you are consuming. Think of the movie “Cuties”. Sure, the director claims in was not made to exploit children, but definitely exploits children by using suggestive angles of their child actors twerking. And guess what? Pedos loved it, even if that wasn’t the intention. What I’m trying to say is be unapologetic, but don’t cater to those who gain a certain gratification from it either. For the love of god, normalize a topic, but don’t NORMALIZE IT in the way it’s viewed as okay.

(and before you call me a hypocrite for liking South Park, I am fully aware of the gross people in the fandom. i am fully aware that the child characters in the show are put in suggestive situations. But it’s so absurd that you can’t take it so seriously, and those who do have a problem. It’s done for comedy and satire. Just because it is normalized in the show does not normalize it in the real world. Don’t copy cartoons silly. But making shota/lolicon is trying to normalize other forms of child porn by using the work around of “it’s not real”. See the difference?)

[test-tube-iii]

aww maybe i do have rabies...

b-but i want to eat the water bottles...

GASP!!11!1 youll find my secret identidy!??!! are you s-s-s-stalking me?!!?!?! /j /silly

yay mcdonalds!! also hi fan do you want to eat water bottles with me

(ALSO I LOVE THE ART ITS SO CUTE. IM PLANNING ON DOING A LITTLE DOODLE SOON INSPIRED BY THIS BLOG IM PROBABLY OGING TO START DRAWING CLOUDY SOON BECAUSE. YES???)

-☁️

Yeah uh we should get you checked out...

Youre banned from eating water bottles

or plates

or anything else along those lines

It's bound to happen someday secrets don't last forever

And if Fan is reading this do NOT eat water bottles with them youre both gonna get hurt and I don't wanna drive you both to the hospital.

(LMAO ALRIGHT ID LOVE TO SEE IT WHEN YOURE DONE IDK HOW YOUD SEND IT BUT WHATEVRR (i personally have a secret anon identity too and just created a secret side blog for mine so ppl dont know its me))

[manofmanymons]

Ok hi, i know i havent sent an ask in a while to you but i need this idea to go to someone because something similar happened (only in terms of chaos)

Ok so, survive kids play uno, chaos id assume

Like, kaito and miu cheating together, ryo is raging because he keeps getting skipped, aoi and takuma trying but failing to calm everyone. Stuff like that

A long time ago I hced that Minoru and Kaito have been banned from group game nights after trying to kill each other over Uno and now I feel the need to make this post somehow reach that conclusion alkdfjakj

I love the idea that Takuma would legitimately accidentally keep screwing Minoru over just because they sat next to each other. Like his only card that's a matching color is a +2, or he'll accidentally change the color before Minoru can put a card down. He keeps apologizing, even offers to skip his own turn because he feels so bad. Unfortunately Minoru is now out for blood.

You're so big brained ngl it would be so funny if Miu and Kaito looked at each other's cards and were purposely trying to help each other (e.g. changing the color to what the other needs if they get a wild card, or holding onto +4 cards until the rotation changes so they only get the others sitting next to them and not each other). They're not above screwing each other over if they have to put a card down, though. They both still wanna win.

The same way Takuma keeps accidentally giving Minoru cards, Shuuji keeps accidentally skipping Ryo. Saki, on the other hand, is purposely skipping Ryo because she thinks it's funny watching him slowly lose his mind. He picked the wrong two people to sit between.

Aoi tries to be a peacekeeper and be like maybe you should try to hold onto your next skip card until someone plays a reverse even though she's the one sitting on Saki's other side and would be the one getting skipped. Unfortunately, the offer is so sweet that Saki is only more unwilling to skip her, and the net result is Ryo getting hit by even more skips and reverses. He hasn't put down or even picked up a single card in ten minutes.

Everyone thought Ryo would be the first one to flip his shit UNTIL Minoru ends up getting Miu with a +4 that he was trying to save for Takuma, but someone played a reverse and he ran out of cards that matched the current color. So now MIU is out for blood.

Sibling cheating mode increases bc now Kaito is purposely setting Miu up to keep hitting Minoru with +2 and skip cards (drawing cards even if he already has the right color just to change it to the color Miu needs). Bc of course he would throw the game if meant getting at back at the person who +4'ed his sister. Minoru catches on and tries to call him on it, but he keeps denying it.

Minoru completely forgets operation "vengeance against Takuma" and starts targeting Miu instead (he would go after Kaito, but he's sitting too far away, and Takuma won't help him cheat), which swiftly leads to The Incident that gets him and Kaito banned from game night.

I ended up making a seating chart lmao

[bonefall]

Hi! I just saw the saltlick post! While the really common use of saltlicks is for livestock, they are also placed in forest areas that hunters have access to in order to draw deer to that area. It’s possible that the farmer located near Windclan could have once owned the forest Thunderclan lives on and used it for hunting, putting up saltlicks in the area, before later selling that plot to the treecut place in TNP. I could imagine this still being a salt source even after they move to the lake territories. A small patrol could be sent out with a container of some sort to just scratch off whatever amount they would need for brine

Not sure if there are and UK hunting laws that butt heads with this idea but I’m a strong supporter of your “cats should cook” idea lol

It's not very likely. The "Deer Stalking" (they don't call it hunting for some reason? england wyd) laws that would conflict with hunting in the area is that it's a popular hiking trail; hunting there would be a massive hazard to people walking their dogs as well as the sawmill workers who work by tallpines.

That aside I went and read The Deer Act of 1991 and I couldn't get any conclusive answers on if salt baiting was banned or not, so it's probably allowed, but when I dove a little deeper into hunting culture in the UK I wasn't able to find anything on baiting at all.

I did find, though, that hunters in the UK like to hunt by moorland, and the Deer Act of 1991 doesn't apply to problem deer that are eating crops provided you can produce evidence that the species of deer you're shooting has been what's causing problems... but in that case, salt baiting might be illegal because then you'd be attracting them to the property.

The law is also a lot stricter on the native deer species, reds and roes, than the invasive Chinese Water Deer and muntjac.

So anyway the most likely deer hunting is done on the border of WindClan and ThunderClan, and salt baits are unlikely... and that's depending on whose permission the hunters need to not be arrested for poaching; it's likely the White Hart Wood is owned by the Chelford Council or the operators of the Chelford Mill. The Windover Moor is probably owned by the owners of the Windover Farm.

I have never gone "deer stalking" in England so I'm not sure what that mess looks like legally LMAO

Stealing Salt From Livestock

[ID: Two sheep licking a red salt block]

Some people suggested this too, but the problem is that the Forest Clan cats try not to steal when possible. When they do, they try to lift plants. Wheat, crops, catmint from gardens, stuff that won't be missed. ShadowClan also scavenges from the Carrionplace, where twolegs don't care if something goes missing.

WindClan actually tries to "pay farmers back" when they have to swipe wheat for tunnelbuns in hard years, by catching and leaving some rats and crows.

If SkyClan was at the Forest territories they'd be ALL over this. They'd hook a rope through that block, tie to to the biggest warrior they have, and tell Thickbutt to HAUL ASS before the farmer saw them. Then they'd smash the block into fine, fine grain.

Salt Access: BloodClan Trade Expansion

But as-is, the only salt the Forest Clans can access on their own is the natural salt in the roots of certain plants, and they could lick the Thunderpath in winter if they really wanted.

You know who does have salt though? BloodClan. LOTS of it. Road salt in Winter, discarded salt shakers, unguarded restaurants full of bags of salt... They wouldn't even understand why the Forest Clans want it so badly and be shocked when they learned that salt isn't just naturally occurring.

SO, there could be a brief period after TPB where the Clans trade with BloodClan, suddenly have easy access to salt, and find out what it's like to NOT have fleas for the first time in their lives. They'd think it must be why stars are white, they've never seen anything that could smite bugs the way salt does.

[kitty-c4t]

i think you should kill yourself honestly go outside for two seconds please

Woah

Lmao dude

I think the one who needs to go outside Is u

Go blow away all negative staff from your head and think abt what an awful thing to do is to write unknown to u person "go kill yourself"

Next time I'd just ban u

Anyway

I came here to say that I'm going to other country and might draw even less that I used to

Be safe guys and enjoy your day✌️

[galactic-knightmare]

got in the mood to make a... ref? bio? for Goldie. it was... also kinda an excuse to see how she'd look with my usual full-shading artstyle instead of the sketchy kinda style I've been going with recently.

(also yes ik the one-third inkling should be one-fourth. I'll fix it later lmao)

(lots) more info under cut!

When I was first drawing her, she was going to have purple tentacles, but then I noticed the faint rings on the octolings, which reminded me of blue-ring octopi, and it slowly just. started spiraling from there lmao. She started as just a random doodle of my own octoling and just. became an oc. She's still mildly my octoling, but like, with extra pizazz I guess? idk.

Aaaanyway, Goldie! Also known as New (Neo?) Agent Three! She's a lil chaos gremlin with farrr too much energy sometimes. When she first ran into Cuttlefish in the crater, she didn't recognize him from Octavio's stories, so she only realized what she'd gotten into when the DJ himself showed up. (She just saw the whole thing as a fun training exercise with her fellow Octarians, tho she did find it weird that they looked so fuzzy). The fight with the Octobot however, was actually a training exercise kinda. (DJ was going easy on her and Goldie had been asking if she could try fighting the Octobot, so why not put on a show for Cuttlefish?) She did however, recognize Captain Three, as they had met briefly after the events of Splatoon 1. Despite her issues with Squidbeak shoving her Grandpa in a snowglobe (among other things), she does respect the captain and look up to them.

That did not save them from being bitten by her though. Goldie has a habit of biting people she has issues with. At least now that she's older. When she was younger, she bit everyone, regardless of if she liked them or not. She bit DJ Octavio so many times that he actually developed an immunity to her venom.

Other things :

When she was younger, she had a plush Horrorboros she named "Mr. Fishy" that she would drag absolutely everywhere. Mr.Fishy currently sits on a shelf at the apartment she's been staying at in Splatsville.

Also when she was younger, she would constantly state that she's poisonous, while the DJ repeatedly said she isn't. One day she decided to bite one of the Elite octolings, which resulted in someone having to go grab the antivenom (this was before they started keeping it everywhere). One of the others asked the DJ why he keeps telling her she's not poisonous when clearly she is, and he just deadpanned and said "She's not poisonous. She's venomous. There's a difference"

She got banned from asking DJ Octavio questions before he's fully woken up, as she once took advantage of his half-asleep state to get him to say yes to her borrowing the Octobot King.

Her best friend is a Smallfry she's nicknamed "Nyoom". He gets zoomies at 5 pm everyday, no exceptions. There is also not a single coddamned thought in that head.

She has an extra tentacle compared to other Octolings, due to being partially Inkling. She also has the teeth, eyes, and pointed ears of one. No one knows who her Inkling Grandparent is.

Her Parents died when investigating what turned out to be a faulty dome section, so she ended up being raised almost entirely by her grandfather. As a result, it was not uncommon for her to be sat next to DJ Octavio during meetings, usually just playing with Mr.Fishy while occasionally trying to bite whoever was closest to her (usually the DJ, occasionally one of the Elite Octoling guards)

When she was even younger, she used to try and convince the DJ to adopt Marina so that she can have her as a big sister. She was convinced (and still is) that Marina was the coolest person ever, Second only to her Grandpa.

[blakeagainstthemachinee]

Random outlast shit cause I have art block

This is so random. Anyway up first is outlast + whistleblower playing uno

Miles would shout at you to kill yourself if you made him pick up cards or skipped him (defo not me)

(Same scenario as miles) Waylon glares at you, but is somehow lucky and stacks +2/+4 cards just to hit you with em when you get uno. He also supplied the deck

Trager and blaire Are high as fuck. Only way blaire would even play is if he was high, trager plays for shits and giggles

Eddie wouldn’t play uno. He’s too busy tryna find a wife. If he was to play however, he would threaten to kill you if you changed the colour when he needed a specific colour

Chris would accidentally drop his cards

Frank would have probably taken a bite out of his cards. Waylon was not impressed cause he borrowed the cards from his kids

Music tastes

Miles listens to 80s music shit. I can envision him listening to this in his fucking jeep driving up to mount massive

Waylon listens to foo fighters and nirvana. Idk why. He just does. I can picture him wearing a foo fighters shirt (might draw this)

Trager listens to 70-80s disco music, he would most definitely hum some sort of music while torturing people (also might draw this)

Blaire while gripping the sink and crying listens to creep by Radiohead telling himself he’s not gay (as said by a friend of mine)

Eddie listens to old ass music, 20s-50s at least (I want a girl was released in 1911 so I went based off that)

I cant Even Imagine Chris listening to music. Probably something chill though, he strikes me as a chill sort of guy music wise

Frank I can picture listening to some sort of metal

Twitter

Miles would post simple stuff, maybe random thoughts user would be ‘milesupshore’ cause of the phrase

Waylon posts photos of him, Lisa, and the boys. Would definitely block anyone who made a comment about Lisa. User would be smthn like ‘waylonparkie’ (definitely not my old Twitter lmao. I had no ideas for a name)

Trager would mainly post when high, it would be the most unhinged shit ever. Would make tweets directed to blaire. Would also mention how blaire cry’s in the bathroom listening to creep (it’s funny lmao) user would be ‘rickytrager69’ cause he’s silly like that

Blaire would probably post rarely, replies to tragers tweets. No clue what his name would be but it would be basic as fuck

Eddie cant Even make a Twitter. Hes been banned too much. Said a lot of misogynistic stuff, harassed Waylon a bit, and was overall just in a silly mood. Again I have no clue what a user would be

Chris would post wholesome shit. Defo uses emoticons like :) and :(

Franks is about his ever so amazing food “who should I eat today?” And “just ate a man, feeling good” he would post photos of his food and surprisingly not get banned. He just wants to share his passion for meat. his user is probably ‘frankthemeatman’

[quinnick]

hi. IT headcanon dump. lets go.

ok so hear me out

eddie had seasonal allergies. eddie also has one of those tiny achu sneezes. so for literally three months a year, he's plagued by richie every time he sneezes.

also idk why but stan looks like someone who would sew. i have no idea why. it might be the projection, BUT I DIGRESS. so when eddie's fanny pack breaks, or richie lost one of his ludacris button ups, or literally anyone needs something, he sews them one. its obviously very shabby, and they pretend they wont wear it, but eventually stan sees them wearing them more and more. no one really acknowledges it, but stan cannot stop smiling whenever he sees them using the things he made them. i dont know where the fuck this came from but its canon now.

one time theyre about to go somewhere important (idk where) and eddie panics like 'oh fuck do i look ok???' so richie pulls out a piece of paper and (horribly) draws eddie. its literally just a stick figure with lines for hair. but richie looks so proud of it so eddie's like 'thanks man'. he keeps the drawing under his bed (he would have hung it on the walls, but he'd have never heard the end of it).

its sort of an unspoken thing that if anyone in the losers club has nightmares, or is feeling lonely, they can show up at any other members house. no questions asked. sometimes they watch a movie, sometimes they have some snacks, and sometimes they just lay in silence, grateful theres someone there.

mike is the undefeated champion of dig dug at the arcade. richie is pissed. (mike: 'i guess its just beginners luck.' richie: *explodes*)

bev likes to chew on mint leaves

billy has a sketchbook where he draws all the members of the losers club. it will never be seen by anyone other than billy.

eddie still says gazebos instead of placebos and nobody ever corrects him

somehow ben always wins at rock paper scissors. no one has ever beat him. no one knows how he does it. hes banned from rock paper scissors now.

richie likes to sing. however. he is horrible at singing. he sings all the time.

bev made flower crowns for everybody before she left for portland. everyone kept them. theyll never admit it.

eddie likes to fold little origami things whenever he's stressed or just needs a break.

so thats all lmao theyre kinda bad but im tired and i dont care.

this will be the first of many IT rambles. you've brought this upon yourself.

THESE ARE NOT BAD !! I am kissing this hcs on the mouth. I love them so much !! Oh my god, Stan sewing is now canon to me and I am blocking and reporting anyone who doesn't believe it (/hj)

Mike being the best at dig dug has me rolling. Richie totally trains for a whole week and finally beats Mike's score just to have Mike beat it effortlessly again when he visits the arcade again. (Wait, I should find this one fanfic I found where Eddie is cracked at video games but lets Richie win because he has a massive crush on him)

Richie and me are once again the same person.

Bill being banned from rock paper scissors is 100/10. Bev making flower crowns had me sobbing. Eddie making origami is so him.

Also, I like the idea that he says Gazbos all the way until someone finally realizes what he is saying when they are all like 45.

[dulcewrites]

Same anon Now I really can’t stop thinking about how hilarious it would be. She studied abroad for fashion to get away from the crazy Targ family. Former Vogue model Laena uses her industry connects and Rhaena volunteers as a therapist in her free time. She wants to give back to the community. Baela and Jace insist they don’t need help she won’t even try with them, but she’s pretty sure Jace got arrested after a bar fight and Baela bailed him out. Aemond argues about what his diagnosis should be (a long list) and keeps storming out. He was intimidating the other patients and tried to take their slots so he’s banned now. He still rants to her when they see each other during holidays. She nods her head pretending to listen and take notes but she’s really drawing flowers. She gave up on professionalism. Daeron has minor problems but she doesn’t want to make him feel bad, so they spend their sessions gossiping about the family. She quits after Aegon’s first session. She tells Baela everything, there’s definitely HIPPA violations all over the place

Lmao I love this

[willthespy]

I'm sorry to break it to you, but we don't care about rules in this site. And yes, a lot of people use tumblr just to nerd about their interests or participate in online discourse or whatever, but A LOT of people use it to post and find nfsw content, even during the time when staff had banned it. Tumblr is wildly known as a horny site where people post their nudes and smut fanfictions and where sex workers can easily find an audience.

I am not saying that you must like that kind of content to be on the platform, of course not. You can be sex repulsed and still enjoy your time here, but you can not tell other people what they should or should not post.

People should be appropriately tagging their posts and using tws, yes. That is a much more valid criticism. But you have no authority to tell people what to write or draw or post lmao.

About him being a minor, yeah, an adult picturing a 15 year old having sex is weird and I'm not defending it, but that is the internet. Block the users you see posting that content and continue with your day. BIG part of the nsfw content about minors is made BY minors and is meant to be consumed by other minors tho. (a lot of) Minors also feel horny and think about sex and want to read/see sexual content, and it is our responsibility as adults to stay away from that, but we can not tell teens and preteens that it is wrong and weird to feel horny about characters their age. That just doesn't make sense.

As for adults creating and consuming this content, most of us in the fandom grown up the characters and look up for other works where they are explicitly established as adults. We are not predatory. We are just horny nerds.

I really don’t care about aged up content. It’s technically not a crime. The rest is, though.

I explained my point A LOT so I’ll just add the ss of the rules which also state that its a serious crime. im not even gonna worry about grammar anymore but here u go lmao

[orangesartblog]

So I've been working on reference sheets for the past handful of weeks. And because it's pride month, I thought I'd share some of my lgbt background charecter OCS.

Basically I watched the CGI series and every now and then I saw someone who I liked, so I gave them a personality lmao.

I should note Emily's crew is currently in the works, I want to make them lesbians but I'm still figuring that out cause it's set in the 50s and i gotta research women in railways ect.

Also I'm a little afraid to share them cause they mean a lot to me so be nice lmao /Lh

Anyways, Ref sheets!

Damn, you can tell who I drew first and who I draw last based on how animated they are lmao

From top to bottom. (There more fleshed out then this I swear)

Harry: he's shy and awkward (same). But also a sarcastic little shit. I love him. He's stronger then he looks. He's not the greatest with the trucks, in fact he's actually really bad with them. But it's okay because Annie and Clarabel have adopted him pretty much.

Roy: out going and chill, I want Roy to be my friend. He's fantastic under pressure which is great, because there's often chaos in Knapford. He'll sometimes bring in colouring sheets mixed in with paper work for the assistants if he knows they've been having a rough day.

Alan: I projected my anxiety onto this poor man. He's a really good cook, and he had never stepped foot on a train before landing the job as sir Topham Hatts assistant. Something that a lot of people find strange.

Steven: bubbly and friendly. Always helping out. Bought a wooden railway set for the breakroom once and it got so chaotic that it nearly injured a railway inspector got banned. Oops. (That inspector is fine btw.)

Tony: chaos. He knows not to do most of the things he does but does them anyway cause why not. He once set fire to his uniform, and is now no longer allowed matches unless supervised, though he now carries around playing cards.

Bob: also chaos but more controlled. More of a "this seems stupid. But it won't kill us so let's do it anyway" kind of guy. Also someone who I want to be my friend. He's makes some of the worst dad jokes ever.