#Shi

[sodapanque]

OdyHam

Alexander: What's wrong? Did you run out of ideas, King of Ithaca?

Odysseus: Will you ever shut up?!

Alexander: Will you try to shut me up?

[kkuzushi]

Aaaaaaa thinking about fking scara in the Public restroom after a photo shoot And scara scolding us because we still have alot more photo shooting to do.... AAAAAAAAGHHH you can skip this if you're not comfortable, but if you do plan on taking this, THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SO MU—

“ 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!scaramouche x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: bratty & model scara, handjob, frotting, fingering (giving), agoraphilia, public sex, either cock or strap !

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.501k

✦ 𝗻otes: I enjoyed this a bit too much that this became my longest work.. Also, hoyofair Scaramouche reference! Enjoy, dearest anon, I love you as well. <3

After working since 6:30 in the morning for back-to-back photoshoots, Scaramouche finally gets an hour of rest. It wasn't nearly enough, but that's the life of a model. In his private room, a few snacks were laid out on his desk as he scrolled through social media, where all he saw was his own face and fans praising him—not that he minded.

But that brief moment of peace quickly disappeared when he found himself in the company’s public restroom, with you—his impatient lover.

"Cut it out, you idiot!" Scaramouche whispered sharply, pulling away from you, though the resistance was half-hearted at best. He was enjoying it too, though he'd never openly admit it. "I still have more photoshoots to do..!"

Scaramouche tried to keep his voice steady, his hands pressing lightly against your chest as you leaned in closer, teasing him further. "I don’t have time for this,” he hissed, though his body betrayed him as he didn’t make much of an effort to stop you. His face flushed slightly, betraying his cool demeanor as you smirked in response.

You pulled him closer by the waist, one hand going down to tug his thigh garter. “You still have an hour, don't you?” You pouted, kissing the side of his face and trailing down to his neck.

“Yeah, an hour of break. Not for this nonsense!” Scaramouche hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to keep his composure.

As you pepper his neck with kisses, you can feel him gulping and hitching, desperately trying to suppress any noise that might come out. His hands travel up to your shoulders, pushing you away though not with his full strength.

“This is a break. Just let me take care of you.” You whisper as you ruffle with the buttons of his cropped jacket, which soon falls to the ground, revealing his highneck undershirt along with the fishnets that surround his collarbones.

“My jacket–” Scaramouche’s eye twitched as he snatched it from the floor and threw it over the door hook. “Could you at least try not to mess up my clothes?” he huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at you.

That glare of his, you could never hate it, and especially when you knew you were the reason for it. “Sorry, sweetheart,” You apologized halfheartedly before pushing his back on the bathroom door, reaching in for a passionate kiss.

His protests are soon muffled, and everytime he'd open his lips, you'd just take the opportunity and invade his mouth with your tongue.

As you pull away, you're met with a flick of Scaramouche's tongue. “You're smudging my lipstick,” He complained, wiping the corner of his lip with his thumb, the lipstick smearing onto his skin in a faint stain.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “If it's swollen enough, there won't be a difference, ♡” you teased, leaning in closer as his eyes narrowed at the remark, though his blush betrayed him.

“Loosen up a little, Scara,” Your voice dripped with playful affection. Your fingers played with the waistband of his black shorts, the fastened belt already removed before Scaramouche could even notice.

You could practically hear your lover scrambling and still protesting yet all you responded with was a smirk as his shorts slid down along with his garments, sagging over his feet.

All those complaints just for his tip to already be leaking with precum, the entirety of it just begging for attention. The tint on Scaramouche's cheeks increased, and even more as your palm came in contact with his shaft.

“Fuck–[name]..! ♡” The indigo haired whimpered, his fingers instantly gripping your shoulders. Your thumb swirled the fluid on his tip, smearing it across his length to create a steady pace as you stroke it.

“Look at you.. already a whimpering mess after a few strokes,” Even with his eyes closed, he could hear the smirk in every word you spit out. “S-Shut–mnnh! Shut up..” Scaramouche prompted.

Luckily for the model, the ventilation in the bathroom muffles the wet squelching sound along with his soft moans. He won't live it down if somebody comes in and hears his humiliating sounds, the industry won't react well with a scandal about him..

But with your proximity, those sounds are nowhere near soft. It's sultry; tempting. If it wasn't for your impatience, you'd keep him here and leave him writhing just with the touch of your hands.

Alas, the need was too much—your own trousers joined Scaramouche's on the floor. Your cock slips free, and you entwine it with his in one hand, stroking them simultaneously. “M-My clothessngh.. don't stainhAh♡..~” Scaramouche mewled with his eyes almost rolling back.

The extra sensation increased your lover’s sensitivity, legs shaking. If it wasn't for his tight grip on your shoulders, he'd collapse on the bathroom floor immediately.

Still, you have an extra hand, don't you? It isn't so busy now after Scaramouche feels the digits creeping up to his ass, teasing the entrance.

“No.. [name].. don't touchAH♡♡ngh?!” A whine leaves Scaramouche's lips, his hips bucking forward, making his cock stick closer with yours. This just seems like a trap now—if he moved back, he'd just feel your fingers deeper inside; if he moved forward, you'd be able to rub his cock with yours more efficiently.

As if reading his mind, you took the initiative and pressed against him further. With your lengths together and his hole stretched with your fingers, his head leaned back on the door. Biting his lip wasn't even working anymore, all he could do was moan and hope nobody would walk in at any time.

“Too mucshh.. hah–♡” Scaramouche breathed, his voice trembling as his body tensed from the pleasure. Your actions slowed to a stop, your arms snaking under his legs to his hips, lifting him up with his feet dangling up in the air.

Scaramouche looks at you with a confused look until your grip tightens, and you pressed him firmly against the door, the new angle causing his face to flush. His confusion fades as he feels your cock teasing his entrance.

“Wait– [Name], don’thngK–♡♡!” His disapproval fell short as you've already pushed your tip inside, a soft cry leaving your lover’s lips. “Bastard..! N-Not herenn..”

You fully bottom out and a gasp collectively leaves the both of you. His walls clenched as he felt himself being stretched to make way for your length.

“We'll be quick–”

“We'll be quick my ass!”

A grin appears on your lips—even when filled to the brim, Scaramouche still has the guts to dispute you. Your hips start to move, thrusting into him. His body bounced from your hold, whining every time he feels your tip hitting his prostate.

Scaramouche's back arched off the door, his hand instinctively gripping on your hair, while his head fell to your shoulder, muffling the soft sounds escaping his lips. At this point, the state of his lipstick didn’t matter—it was completely smeared, his makeup now a mess. The tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, mixed with the dark streaks of his mascara. Next time, waterproof mascara might be a better idea.

“I’m goiing to cumhnn..♡” He prompts. “Already?”

“Fuck you–!”

“Quite the opposite, isn't it?” You grinned.

It was evident that his climax was approaching, the way his breaths became shallow and uneven, each exhale mingled with soft whimpers that escaped his lips. You could feel him clenching around your cock, his body writhed against you, seeking more as he instinctively gripped tighter on your hair, as if grounding himself in the moment.

“Close.. ‘m closenh♡hn,” he gasped, eyes fluttering shut, his lips parting as he chased the sweet release that was just within reach.

You quickened your pace slightly, reveling in the way his body reacted, the desperate moans spilling from his mouth urging you on. “Cum for me, pretty boy ♡,” you whispered, your voice coaxing him toward the edge.

He bit on your shoulder, trying to stifle the cries that threatened to escape, but it was futile. “‘M comi–hngGH♡♡♡!” His eyes shot open and rolled back, ropes of cum shooting out and staining your clothes. With him tightening around you, your own climax follows.

The stall is filled with heavy breaths as you both come down from your high, Scaramouche's legs twitching in the air, now folding on your arms. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, and the aftermath of your shared moment hangs in the air. You gently lower him, letting his legs wrap loosely around your waist.

Scaramouche leans back against the door, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure.

“This is the last time we're doing this,” he mutters, a hint of playful annoyance in his tone as he wipes a tear away, smudging more of the black cosmetic across his cheek.

You laugh, the sound echoing softly in the small stall. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

This was definitely not going to be the last time.

[pineapplepr1nc3ss888]

SELF CONCEPT:

let’s talk about self concept: self concept is how you see the world and how the world responds to you. there is a term Neville used called EIYPO (everyone is you pushed out) where everyone acts based on what you assume of them. everyone responds to what you assume of yourself but it also depends on what you assume of them too, for eg you assume everyone loves you and worships the ground you walk on but you also assume this specific person is an asshole then they will be an asshole cos of what you assume them even if they love you because you assume everyone loves you, that’s why it’s important to check what assumptions you have of people!

SELF CONCEPT IS EVERYTHING.

this is the foundation of your reality, how people treat you, how the world responds to you and what you will attract into your life! if you see yourself as loved and adored and desired and chased? the world will reflect that back. if you see yourself as unworthy of love, not good enough, and undesirable then the world will also reflect that too.

the 3d reality is entirely your mirror, and your imagination creates that reality from within. every single assumption you have yourself is reflected out and every assumption you have about others is also reflected out because it’s the job of the subconscious mind to produce into your reality WHATEVER you are assuming, doesn’t matter if it’s bad or good, it doesn’t know the difference it has no eyes only your thoughts. bad or good thoughts whatever you think will be projected.

YOU ARE EVERYTHING YOU DESIRE TO BE - only thing standing between you and your manifestations is your ASSUMPTIONS about yourself.

you wanna be loved? - assume you are loved

you wanna be wealthy? - assume money flows in every direction to you because money is so attracted to you.

VALIDATION COMES FROM WITHIN YOU NOT EXTERNALLY

your god state is ENTIRELY your fucking self concept, so ask yourself do my manifestations come to me fast and instant because i’m the one who has it all and i’m a fucking god/goddess? or do my manifestations come slow because i’m the one complaining about every little thing and asking why i don’t have everything i want?

neville basically identified the inner man as I AM, which of course also identify the void state as the I AM state but that state of consciousness is where you fully become pure consciousness fully immersed with your god self and you disconnect from the 3D, you are I AM, it is you. every affirmation you say starts with I AM, i am the void i am pure consciousness, etc for the void state or for self concept its stuff like i am loved, i am amazing, i am adored, i am worshipped by everyone, i am chased etc. the inner man starts with I AM and with recognising who you are . so when you are seeking reassurance and validation and we tell you to look within, you are looking to who you are, you are I AM and I AM does and cannot exist without you!

the more you persist in the assumption you are that person, the one who has it all - the 3d will shift to match that.

every single thought you entertain about yourself is an affirmation. so what are you thinking? are you building yourself up or tearing yourself down? would you let someone else speak to you the way you speak to yourself? are you embodying the version who has it all? are you truly entering your god state?

the god state is also something you already are but it comes with you stepping into it and letting nothing fear you. reality bends entirely to your will because think about it if you really believed without a doubt that you are a limitless being, that every desire is already yours? that nothing is beyond your reach? would you fear or doubt anything? - NO!

being a god means you are untouched, circumstances don’t phase you cos why would they? they’re old assumptions, reality bends to what you assume, that you are the one in control.

the only thing stopping this from happening is your own illusion that you are a person who doesn’t have it all, that you are separate from your desires when that’s not true, you ARE the person who has it all! you ARE loved and chased and desired and worshipped and everyone is just waiting to kiss the ground you walk on, you ARE that fucking girl/boy, you ARE wealthy and money flows effortlessly. YOU ARE THAT VERSION ALREADY and you need to fucking realise that! you already are it!

BE THE VERSION YOU WANNA BE AND STOP ENTERTAINING DOUBT!

[artverso]

Kenneth Rocafort - Shi

[jiminiepabov]

Trust Issues

Hi babe, how you're doing?

In this post we gonna discuss abt trust issues in manifestation/ void/ shifting

Let's start from an example you want to manifest your desired appearance and you assumed already have it then all of sudden you started to think "is this all true" Or "we have been thought that hard succeds then how this works?" / " I don't see any changes" Why? Why can't you believe in yourself? You're everything. If you wanna enter void state just decide that you gonna induce it rn?, Wanna shift? Just decide your dr is your reality where you're breathing air rn. Wanna manifest? What you gonna manifest when you already have everything you want? You DECIDED that you induced void/ Shifted to your dr/Manifesting things you like. Then why are you thinking "what if doesn't happen?", "I don't feel any movement". Because you didn't trust yourself. Most of the people who are in void/shifting/loass community for more than 5 yrs didn't fulfilled themself. Why? Because they didn't have trust in their ability

.YOU HAVE EVERYTHING AND YOU ARE EVERYTHING

Does a GOD have trust issues on their ability? A absolute NO would be the answer. Then why are you doubting your ability? Know that your GOD.

Go have your dream life rn fr. You're always my sweetheart ♥︎

-𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿

[soulofasupernova]

Shifting hits different when its shifting for friendship not a s/o 🥀

[ginge1962]

Shi: East Wind Rain #2 - February 1998, cover by Marc Sasso.

[neunnnnnnn]

do you have recs on stuff to script for a kpop dr?

These are recs after I've shifted otherwise the ones I haven't mentioned are the basic ones you know.

1. If you are shifting to a group based

. Script that the manager favours you ( learnt from experience)

. You are favoured when it comes to your salary because.. it's sad but if the company doesn't like you trust that your gonna get less than your members😭

. Your stylist doesn't mess up your outfits ( I once performed with a torn dress and I didn't notice it)

. Bodyguards!!!!!! Alot of them.

. Photogenic and videogenic ( you know.. the usual)

. Please for the love of god don't involve yourself in politics ( trust me) this is mostly an advice 😂

. World tours aren't tiring for you.

. You and your members get along.

. You get to be part of process of your comeback like producing etc....

2. If you are a soloist.

. You have enough staff

. You and your company are in good terms financially.

. They literally won't you know squeeze you financially after every comeback.

. Airport arrivals are safe with enough protection.

. Your accounts can't be hacked.

. You can't be stalked.

. Again your company likes you!!!!!!

. All events that you do ends in success ( unless you like some drama (; )

. If yare just starting a career they'll give you a nice place to stay same as if you're in a group based.

That's all I could think of atm if I remember more I'll add them!!

[eschergirls]

waitworry submitted:

"this might be good EG material since her face looks like it is falling off actually she's basically wiping her ass with the imperial flag maybe it is a bold political statement"

Bold political statement or gratuitous orientalism, the hit new game from Escher Girls! That and disembodied heads.

(Cover of Shi: Ju-Nen #1 (2004), Dark Horse Comics)

[curtvilescomic]

Vampirella crossover Gallery #1 cover by J Scott Campbell

[xuiseimushi]

There was a time when I was imaging that they would be a pair unit of them…🥺

[orokothe]

Seshi doodles

2022 & 2024

[kkuzushi]

“ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!albedo x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: handjob, sensory deprivation; blindfolding & bondage, sensitive birthmark, fingering (giving), overstimulation, (sort of) public ‘sex’, no pronouns for reader

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.10k

✦ 𝗻otes: I’ve been missing this pretty boy so much, I just wanna turn him into a moaning mess. TT

Snowflakes fall gently to the ground, slowly covering the mountain with soft snow. The chilly atmosphere was more bearable now, mixed with the crackling sound of the bonfire behind you. The warmth of the fire relaxed your being, exhaustion wearing off from your body.

The stillness of the moment is accompanied with the heavy breathing of a blonde alchemist. The elegant heaving sparked your thoughts, how could someone be so beautiful just by the way their body shudders with every stroke of your hand?

“a-ah..! not so fastm-ngH! ♡” Albedo whimpered, voice cracking slightly as the speed of your hand on his cock surprised him. Despite his pleas of slowing down, his hips bucks onto your palm, wanting to receive more contact.

His head tilts back, if it wasn’t for the blindfold, you’d see the expression he has right now. The delicate appearance of his face mixed with his eyes rolling, oh it was arousing just to think about.

Alas, you have to control the temptation—depriving Albedo of sight to surprise him with every touch you give him. To add to his platter, his wrists are tied behind his back with red ropes, restricting him from breaking free of your grasp.

With his head tilted back, his pale neck was exposed, showing the four pointed star birthmark embedded to his skin. It was a wonderful sight; an eye-catching one at that.

Your head leaned down, lips making contact with his neck, directly on his birthmark. "guhAh~?!" a surprised moan left the chemist’s mouth, losing his sense of sight really leveled up the thrill of your actions.

His neck was showered with kisses, some bites here and there to mark his skin—all of it made Albedo squirm and whimper, his fingers curling inwards till his knuckles turned white.

"If you c-continue.. I'll– mmHNGH! ♡ ♡" His words were cut off as soon as he came on his work desk, making a mess on your palm. Albedo's body trembled with every cum that spilled out of him, whimpering as he tried to suppress his noises.

As he takes his time to calm down, you wipe your hand with a nearby towel before continuing with what you had in mind.

"Let's move on to phase two, shall we?" You asked rhetorically, pushing him down to the table gently, his back arching as if on command. Your hands reached down, caressing the supple skin of his ass.

Albedo laid half his body on the work desk, still breathing quite heavily after his release. The caresses on his rear was comforting to say the least, despite the fact that he can't really know your intentions for the next phase of the experiment.

"‘bedo," you cooed his name, "how many fingers am I holding?" a smile on your lips, it was unseeable but he could hear it directly from your tone.

The question confused him though, he was wearing a blindfold, how would he know?

"What exactly do you mean? I can't se– nghAH–!"

"How many fingers?"

"T-two.."

Two fingers were inserted in his puffy hole, it was tight and wet. You took your time playing around him, eliciting gasps out of his pretty mouth. His ass stays up in the air, slowly going back and forth into your fingers, squelching sounds coming out of it.

Your fingers reach deeper within his walls, causing a breathy whine out of him. A sudden thrust, hitting his prostate, the whine turns to a louder moan. His back arching as your finger curls inwards, his mouth hangs open as you continue ramming the squishy spot.

The alchemist's head throws back as he starts salivating on his desk, legs trembling as he tries to stay sane from the amount of sheer pleasure he's getting from your fingers alone.

Another finger was added, abusing his wet hole before he let out a soft cry, "I'm.. mngh–! gonna cum..! ♡" Cock twitching while ropes of cum shoots out, back arching sharply with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His entire body flinched as his orgasm lasted for a minute or two, finding the trouble of calming down.

A mere touch on his body causes him to flinch, he’s so sensitive that a slight brush of your fingertips could make him whimper. You grab his left thigh, lifting it up and placing it on the desk, “We’re getting to the end of this experiment,” you hummed.

The anticipation makes him weak, with one leg lifted up, you can see his cock. He was still hard, despite cumming twice already. He feels your hand once more, stroking his tip, emitting a surprised “gAH–!” out of him. As if that wasn’t enough, your fingers entered his hole again.

“W-Wait..! mmNgh hA-Ahh..! Too shenshitiveee!! ♡ ♡” Albedo bites his lower lip, trying to bottle up his moans yet it was futile. Everything felt too good, the stroking on his tip mixed with his hole getting fingered? It was all too much. The alchemist could barely contain himself, his mind was through overdrive with the pleasure you’re giving him.

He was no longer being quiet, his body was almost thrashing as he couldn’t restrain himself. If he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d be clawing the table. hard.

“a-ah! ah! t-too muchhhffghh–it’s too muchggAhH! ♡” The alchemist continued to babble until it turned into incoherent noises along with moans he can’t suppress any longer. His thoughts were fogged up, only thinking about how you’re stroking him with greater pace, three fingers hitting his prostate. He was being overstimulated to his core.

There was no surprise if his voice turned hoarse the next morning, all that matters is he’s enjoying his time, not that he could think of anything else anyway. “ohmmm– can’t anymorhgg..! chuminggghh–!! ♡ ♡ ♡”

The sluttiest moan came out of Albedo, his cock releasing again on your palm, slowly dripping down the floor. You took your fingers out of his hole to hold his waist, supporting his trembling body from falling down the desk. His back stayed arched, mouth hanging open as he continued to voice out his release. Loud pants came out of the alchemist, feeling the exhaustion hitting his body after three orgasms.

Once his noise dies down, you slowly remove the blindfold on his eyes, revealing the stream of tears now spilling to his cheeks. His eyes were glossy, daze and exhaustion mixed in his expression. “Did you enjoy that experiment?” you murmured yet he gave no reply.

His breath hitched as he gave a slight nod, unable to move too much. The way Albedo acts during his afterglow was amusing, you giggled and kissed his cheek, “Then we can conclude this experiment a success.”

[jamonasketches]

small dump

[artverso]

Billy Tucci - Shi