#I’m studying you

[ashenmind]

Ashenmind’s Theory of Touhou Post Nicheness

Posts generally fall somewhere along the following tiers based on what knowledge is required to appreciate them (whether they be jokes or theories or something in between). As tier increases, the potential audience rapidly gets more limited.

Tier 0: Requires absolutely no knowledge of Touhou

Tier 1: Require passing knowledge of touhou (e.g. bullet hell, lots of girls)

Tier 2: Requires general touhou knowledge (e.g. a common character’s traits, game plot, or setting) or passing fandom knowledge (e.g. people like making stuff for touhou).

Tier 3: Requires specific Touhou knowledge (Detailed descriptions and relationships of common characters, traits of less known characters, specific plot points) or general fandom knowledge (e.g. people really like Marisa).

Tier 4: Requires detailed Touhou knowledge (e.g. personalities of less known characters, specific scenes and interactions) or specific fandom knowledge (e.g. aka yakumo, oil fire)

Tier 5: requires exact Touhou knowledge (e.g. wording of specific descriptions or dialogue) or detailed fandom knowledge (e.g. origin or background of given topic, meta knowledge of posters)

Tier 6: Requires exact fandom knowledge (e.g. “I just saw that post!”)

Tier 7: Requires Precient fandom knowledge (e.g. “I know a post is coming because the poster is my roommate”)

[satoruxx]

boyfriend toji asks you to workout with him all the time, but not in the way you’re thinking. you’re his incentive, a little prize for working so hard.

so of course he cages you underneath him as he does push ups, claiming a victory kiss each time he lowers himself to the ground. honestly the way you laugh and giggle is far more satisfying than the actual workout part of it, his lips quirking into a half smile each time he pushes back up.

“you’re so lame,” you laugh, patting his flexing bicep and he rolls his eyes.

“what’s wrong with havin’ a prize? i’m workin’ so hard,” he stresses the last word with an over exaggerated sigh.

“yeah right like this isn’t the easiest possible thing for you—”

a heavy kiss—his favorite way of shutting you up. he pulls back, expression going smug at your dazed reaction.

“you sure do talk a lot for someone who’s enjoying it.” he quips.

and you do enjoy it—honestly you’d take any excuse to steal affection from the hulking wolf of a man that is your boyfriend, especially when he’s always so willing to give it.

some days he’ll switch it up and ask you to get on his back as he does his push ups, because god knows he’s strong and he can handle you so easily.

and he likes the way you loop your arms around his neck, likes the way you squeal as he playfully tries to bite your fingers when they get too close to his face.

“i think i’ll just stay up here,” you comment from atop his back, and toji can hear your smile.

“oh yeah?” he grunts as he lowers himself to the ground.

“mhm.” your fingers drum over his back. “you look pretty good like this. i can boss you around and everything.”

“hah—” an evil smirk, even as sweat drips down his temple. “watch your mouth, kid. don’t push your luck.”

you laugh, he grins. somehow you just make the whole process that much more fun for him.

toji is selfish too. bad enough that he has you trapped either under him or on top of him as he does push ups for as long as he can. but once he’s done and you’re about to go do your own work he’s grabbing your wrist with that trademark smirk going, “hey i’m not done yet.”

and then you find yourself holding his feet down as he casually does sit ups, and of course each time he makes it back up he’s kissing you. you giggle each time, leaning your weight onto your palms to keep his legs steady as you peak over his knees. the sound tickles his ears—infectious.

“aren’t you tired yet?” you call out, tilting your head with a teasing smile. toji pulls himself up, abs flexing as his bulky arms stay put behind his head.

“tired?” he scoffs, lips brushing over yours. he pulls back just slightly, hooded eyes boring into yours. “i got my energy right here.”

he’s ridiculous. selfish and utterly ridiculous. it comes to a point where he refuses to do his exercises if you’re not there, claiming that “it’s no fun workin’ hard if there’s nothin’ to work hard for.”

but obviously half of the time he ends up forgetting about the workout anyway, grabbing at your waist to pull you into his lap as he presses his mouth to yours eagerly—one little prize already managing to distract him.

for someone so strong, toji can be embarrassingly weak when it comes to you.

oh well, no harm done. he knows he can get his exercise in a different way—and you have no problem with that either.

[mangysah]

Revolución 🐦‍⬛

— Reference: ‘Liberty Leading the People’ by Eugène Delacroix, 1830

[togrowoldinv]

She’s Home

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Natasha gets home from a mission, you share a soft moment together

Note: Okay y’all I have been gone far too long from here. I’m still not free from my studies, but I did get this idea and finally got to writing it! I will definitely try to be around and writing again in the next few months. For now, welcome back to soft Nat fluff! Enjoy!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

You hear the soft patter of feet on the floor as you wake from your slumber. Soon, the bed dips next to you and your favorite person in the world is finally within your reach again.

“Are you awake?” Natasha’s voice rings out in the otherwise silent room. God, you have missed that rasp.

“No,” you answer. That makes her chuckle.

“I see you haven’t become any less of a sleepy girl since I left,” Natasha remarks. You grumble, but can’t hold back a smile.

Finally, you turn around and meet her eyes. It’s dark, but the light from your window shines in. You can see the way her red hair cascades over her shoulders and down onto the bed. She’s grown it out again. Somehow that makes you feel like she’s finally comfortable and settled with who she is.

“You’re cute,” Nat says, breaking your train of thought.

“I missed you,” you tell her.

“Three days is too long without me?”

“It was four days.”

Nat raises a brow. “Definitely just three, baby.”

“Well, it felt like ages,” you groan out.

“I know. I’m sorry. I hate no contact missions,” she says. Her hand comes to your cheek softly and she leans in closer to you. “But I promise I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I thought about you 24/7, detka. Talked about you too. I have no doubt the guys were annoyed from hearing me talk about how much I missed you.”

You laugh and Natasha grins. You love when she smiles like that. It’s truly amazing to see such a beautiful woman at the happiest point of her life. And it’s even more amazing to be the reason she’s so happy.

“I love you, Natasha,” you remind her.

“I love you too,” she says. “Now, I’m going to kiss you but just for a minute because I’m tired, okay?”

“Okay, if you truly think you will get enough of me.”

“I could never get enough of you, sweetheart,” Natasha says.

The words are sweet, but her kiss is sweeter. She kisses you until you’re both breathless and then she kisses you some more.

Everything’s right in the world when Natasha is here with you

[sunsburns]

I was wondering what oral sex with Luke Castellan , would be like I really like your writing a lot.

y’all need to send me more brain rots cause 🥴🥴 phew [nfsw 17+]

with luke, you already know it’s hot, wet and loud. and maybe a bit rough around the edges where his nails dig into the skin of your hips, or he’s holding you so tight that light bruises are painted on the plush of your thighs, or when he likes to suck and bite on the inside of your thighs, leaving marks for you to find the next morning.

basically... he’s a munch!

he’s so eager to please you and make sure you’re enjoying this as much as he is. giving you head is like, a fixation of his, strangely enough. and it’s nice to think that he loooovveees to moan and spit at your cunt, making such a big mess while he grinds against the covers to find some kind of release at the sounds of your moans. especially when you pull at his hair and scrape your nails against his scalp. he’s a sucker for that shit.

he’d go at it until his jaw locked. even when you’re squirming and whining and crying out his name, it all spurs him to keep going, maybe even adding a finger or two into the mix while he tugs at your clit with his teeth and lets out the most erotic groan you've ever heard, making you even wetter than before, if that was even possible.

“one more. you can give me one more, please,” he’d mutter against you, only pulling away to look up at you with his beautiful brown eyes and pouty lips covered with your slick. how could you possibly deny him what he wants? when he's looking at you so pretty?

oh yeah, you give him whatever he wants, and you take whatever he gives you because you know you’ll get the chance to return the favour sooner or later.

[pallanophblargh]

I have a disproportionately loud mess of a head for no discernible reason* so it’s kind of a miracle that I spent the last month and some change willing myself to wield watercolor again. Witness the struggle! A long overdue color sketch for a (super patient) client.

Just watercolor with a boop of gouache.

*they are a mush of small but immense problems??? Executive dysfunction being maximized by meds the main culprit…

[illuminchim]

Teen Wangxian during the cloud recesses arc!

I still can’t believe that Wei Wuxian shared that book with Lan Wangji and he didn’t even look at it himself 🙄

Now Part 2

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[zinnie-zoloft]

Edwin had only been a proper ghost for about a month or so before he met Charles. In hell they have physical forms, he’d only been figuring out how to exist as a ghost for a few weeks.

Then Charles starts asking about how it works, what the rules are, and he tries to dodge the question but the kid keeps asking and he’s dying after all so he might as well humour him.

He acts like he knows what he’s doing, shows off a little even though he only knows the few basic tricks every other ghost probably figures out soon after death. It’s not like Charles will ever find out anyway, he’ll be moving on soon.

But then he doesn’t. Charles dies and decides to stay with Edwin, because apparently he’s crazy enough to throw away his blissful afterlife for a boy he just met. Edwin tries to tell him as such, to warn him of what he’s subjecting himself to an eternity of.

“I’ll be aces” he says, “I have you to teach me everything, don’t I?”. He looks at him with so much faith that Edwin can’t possibly tell him the truth, not now. He’s in far too deep and he’ll just have to keep pretending, he can’t let Charles down. Besides, how hard can it be?

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

Style swap- Invader Zim and Psychonauts

Cause I thought it would be fun and practice

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me first thank you <3)

[mushyruuu-art]

late nights in the middle of june

[ohno-the-sun]

Sol

[vanhelsingapologist]

Publishing has always been a fucking nightmare, but now it’s a layer of hell. It’s not enough that writers be good at what they do. Writers have to maintain an active social media presence and cultivate a following. Be available.

They have to be conventionally attractive enough to look good enough to see on a screen, aesthetically pleasing, kind, funny, up-to-date on trends, socially aware but not so controversial that they turn off a brand from California from slapping their discount code on a video promoting a book.

They have to do all of this with no media training, with little help from the companies that are supposed to be doing this for them.

Of course, a lot of this isn't possible for say, the 40-something mother of two who teaches English at a school and writes on the side. She’s boxed out of an already complex industry that already has enough walls.

On some level, I think authors have always marketed themselves a little, but we’ve reached such a crazy point where we’re demanding the author become the influencer. Accessibility in publishing has narrowed from an inch to a sliver. And that inch was hard enough to get in as is.

[it-meant-nothing]

Michael Fassbender being proud of his son in the 3 movies his son was in 🥹

[azuree1733]

Bro I forgot I draw sometimes 😟

[claypigeonpottery]

this time the biting and the words are on the same side. so you can drink from it and people will be able to read it lol

(and no I didn’t just bite it this time lmao)