#also very loosely based on my own experience

[alsojnpie]

i will say though. it's too bad my stupid username got snatched up. can't decide if i want to stay alsojnpie or turn into jnpie2 one day. or some other third thing

[jellys-compendium]

Spoiled & Stuffed

Rating: Explicit (🔞, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Nanami Kento x F!Reader Summary: In which you are the playfully disobedient partner of Nanami Kento. Your favorite hobby? Driving him crazy. wc: 3.6K cw: pwp, smut, dom!nanami, bratty sub!reader, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, vaginal fingering, pussy slapping, p in v sex, married sex, creampie, lots of teasing and some humor, sort of a twist ending a/n: I very much enjoy writing sex scenes with partners that demonstrate impeccable communication. I also enjoy laughter during sex. It's sexy af. Now enjoy a reader who likes pushing Nanami's buttons.

“I told you not to distract me. This qualifies as distracting.” 

Nanami Kento turns, giving you an irritated glance from over his shoulder. You smile in response, all syrupy sweet and facetiously innocent. You’re finally starting to see the cracks in his resolve. About time, given that you’ve been wrapped around him like a koala for the last 20 minutes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.” 

Your husband rolls his eyes, shaking his head at the audacity of you before returning his attention to the laptop resting on the coffee table.

“Wearing nothing but my dress shirt, squeezing yourself in between me and the couch, and then rubbing up against me like a cat in heat? Very subtle.”

“You like it.” You goad, leaning forward and purposefully pressing your breasts against his back. Nanami, unsurprisingly, doesn’t let on that he’s affected by your advances, appearing instead to be laser focused on the work before him. However, the faint pink glow on your husband’s cheeks provides a clue that perhaps all of your teasing was secretly eating him alive.

Good. 

“I’d like it more if my impatient wife would let me finish sending this email.”

You heave a sigh. Fine. If that’s the way he wants it, you’ll wait. But, you’ll be sure to make the wait just as harrowing an experience for him as it is for you. 

Snuggling closer, you bury your face against your husband’s sturdy back, the pleasant scent of the aftershave he’d put on in the morning now a faint tickle in your nose. The beginnings of your devious plan are inconspicuous, resting your hands on Nanami’s shoulders, massaging him with a focus on the places where he tends to complain of soreness. You grin when you notice the rapid taps on his keyboard increasing in pace.

Eventually, your fingers make their way down to his waist, stroking his sides languidly up and down as you arch more boldly against him, making sure he feels the burning heat of your bare cunt rubbing through his clothes. Classy? No. Effective? Based on the way Nanami’s jaw clenches, yes.

“Ken…please.” You whisper, now rolling your hips while slowly moving your hands from his waist to the buckle of his pants. His deep, audible inhale at your touch is like music to your ears. 

“I want you. Hurry up.”

Your demand heightens the tension, sizzling your nerves and stiffening his muscles. Naughty little fingers dip beneath that leather band, loosening it just an inch before moving down to the front of his pants. Nanami is hard, practically throbbing in his slacks as you gently squeeze him through the fabric.

“Need to feel this inside me.”

An admission that you know will drive him crazy, obsessed that your husband is with stuffing your holes full. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. Nanami Kento makes it a point to never leave you wanting, nor empty. Too bad the man was cursed by his own self-restraint.

“Wait.” He growls through gritted teeth, but you’re so far past listening. The moment your thumb and forefinger grasp his zipper, teeth sinking into your lip at the sound of the first few teeth popping loose, Nanami slams the laptop shut. 

Finally.

Unabashed in celebrating your victory, you titter with delight as Nanami’s big hands hastily grab at the pale blue dress shirt you’d stolen from him, yanking it up and over your head in one fluid motion and tossing it aside. He forces your legs wide apart with astounding strength before delivering a quelling slap to your puffy folds, a shocking punishment that has you crying out wildly and hurtling on a one way express ticket towards one of the most powerful orgasms you’d ever had.

“AAAH!! K-Kento!” 

The pleasure tears through you, but you hardly have time to recover before Nanami’s big body bullies you into the corner of the couch, hoisting your legs up and around his hips, grinding his clothed cock mercilessly against your trembling flesh and extending that jolting release until it all becomes too much to bear.

“Y-yellow!” You gasp breathless and trembling from the overstimulation, hands grasping at his solid chest.

Nanami’s grinding immediately slows, his weight slightly lifting off your body as he gives you the space you need to catch your breath. Silently, he brushes stray strands of hair from your face as he waits for you to descend from your high, grounding you with his touch and gentle caramel stare. 

“Breathe. That’s it, love. Good girl.”

Once your breathing slows and you feel like you’re back on planet Earth, you nod for him to continue. But Nanami, being the sweet husband that he is, elects to lean down and soothe your frazzled nerves with a passionate kiss instead. 

“Bit off a little more than you could chew?” He teases, peppering kisses on your cheek.

“A little,” You chuckle, reciprocating his kisses with a few of your own against his stubbled jaw. “I never orgasmed from a slap before. Didn’t realize I was that kinky. Must be quite the confidence booster knowing that you’re the only one who can do that for me.”

Nanami’s laugh is warm and rich, a beautiful and rare thing in the presence of others, but not in your shared home.

“Indeed it is.”

His mouth finds its way back to yours, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before he whispers,

“Let’s find more ways to make you come, hmm? Shall we continue our game?”

Biting your bottom lip at his words, you nod, and Nanami rewards you with another fervent kiss, one that makes you feel like you’re the most loved and cherished woman in the entire world…which you are, being Nanami Kento’s wife and all.

He boxes you in as he kisses you, seemingly desiring to warp his large body around your own. Protecting you yet keeping you all to himself at the same time. Selfless and selfish, it's so satisfying watching the straight and narrow Nanami morph into a man of burning lust when it comes to you. 

Your husband pulls away from your lips with a pop, your red lipstick smeared prettily across his mouth. It’s a good look on him, and you’re about to tease him that he wears it better, but Nanami rightfully anticipates your little spitfire quip and brushes his fingers along the glistening folds of your sex. He’d rather hear you moaning instead. 

“Tell me,” Nanami whispers, hot lips brush teasingly against the shell of your ear while his fingers capture and circle your engorged clit. The responding acceleration of your heart is so intense you swear you hear it dancing in the room.

“What is this pussy made for, darling?”

His fingers sink into your tight heat, striking that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. Like magic, lightning tears up your spine and lands at the base of your skull, buzzing and harmonizing with the desperate whimper that tumbles from your throat. Your cunt, made so sweetly pliant by the mastery of Nanami’s hands, squeezes around his fingers, walls pulsing and sucking those digits deeper as he holds you on that maddening precipice of release.

Nanami patiently awaits your response, taking note of your laboured breaths and writhing hips, calculating precisely how much farther he can push you. You’re nowhere near done yet. You can take a little more.

Finally, you answer him, reciting the words he has said to you many times before.

“My pussy is made to be spoiled and—” You swallow, pussy clenching once more around his fingers at the sinful promise your next word holds. 

“...stuffed.”

The heavy hand resting on your thigh gives you a rewarding squeeze, burning pleasantly even after his grip leaves. Nanami caresses your waist, tracing the outline of your supple shape, a paint brush along a canvas, before settling along the swell of your breast, thumb swirling appreciatively over your perked nipple. He plucks it firmly and your clit throbs.

“Stuffed by what?”

Your eyes shut with bliss, so enraptured by his touch that you forget to answer the question. Luckily, your husband so kindly reminds you by grasping your chin and sinking his fingers into your mouth. Releasing a moan, your eyelids flutter open, hooded and love-drunk as you instinctively suck. Nanami’s stare is intense, so focused and controlled, like contained fire.

“Tell me. What makes this shameless little pussy come every night?”

The dance continues as he plays with your tongue, stroking that wet muscle before pinning it down. 

“What do you think about when you’re horny and alone? When those naughty fingers slip inside this hot cunt, what do you wish was filling you up instead?”

Nanami fucks you deeper with his fingers, eliciting a wet, gutural groan from your lips, a trail of saliva dribbling down your chin. Messy. Indecent.  Fuck, being forced to describe out loud precisely how Nanami gets you off is the most tantalizing kind of foreplay. 

Slipping your tongue out from under his hold, you cheekily lick at the pads of his fingers, arching your back and mewling as he slips another finger inside your slippery walls.

“Cock.” You pant, wet and sloppy. “Your cock. Ken, please hurry up and fuck me. I want you. I want to feel your fat dick stretch me open. I want you to pound it so deep inside I can feel you in my throat. Kento…Ken—ugh fuuck.”

Unimpressed, Nanami sighs at your answer, his fingers plunging even deeper into your core, thumb cruelly neglecting your clit as he keeps you on that maddening precipice of release.

“Charming, but you are in no position to be making demands of me.”

The spark of irritation at his stone faced denial further ignites your rebellious flame. He's toying with you, dangling the attention you so desperately crave over your head like a carrot. Well, if he’s going to make you work for your pleasure, then you’re going to make him work for your obedience.

Fueled by your resolve, you clamp your teeth around Nanami’s thumb, digging them in just enough to leave a mark. Nanami doesn’t flinch, clicking his tongue disapprovingly before giving you a stern look. Oh, Nanami Kento and his iron restraint. It would be infuriating if it wasn’t so goddamn hot.

“Behave.” He warns.

Being the horny little instigator of delicious consequence that you are, you brazenly reply,

“Make me.”

Nanami pauses, taken a little aback, granting you the opportunity to wrap your glossy red lips around his thumb and suck. Your hips forcefully grind down on his fingers all the while, stealing your pleasure right out of the palm of his hand.

That's when Nanami snaps. 

His heavenly touch evaporates in an instant, leaving you cold and forsaken on the couch. He starts to get up, fully intending to leave you high and dry. However, you are his partner in this game, so he doesn’t end up getting very far. You snag Nanami’s tie in your tight grip and pull him back down.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You purr before capturing his lips in a scorching kiss. Nanami growls against your mouth, wrestling against your tongue as his hands wrap around your waist. He indulges you for a moment, then breaks the kiss, hauling you up into the air and swinging you over his shoulder with ease.

“Hey—”

Your backtalk is cut short with a swift slap to your ass.

“AH!” You wiggle your hips, daring him to do it again. But Nanami is too clever to be fooled by such an obvious ploy. He gives you an irritated sideways glance instead as he carries you to the bedroom.

“You’re incorrigible.” 

Undeterred, you try again.

“Ken…” You brush one of your dangling feet along the throbbing length in his pants, teasing him and grinning like a cat when you feel him twitch against your toes. “Have you lost your touch? Normally you’d have me screaming to the rafters by now.”

Nanami drops you, abruptly and quite unceremoniously onto the bed. The shift in tone is a little jarring, making you wonder if you’d gone a little too far with that last playful jab. All doubt is put to rest however, when your husband climbs on top of you and pins you to the mattress, one large hand ensnaring both of your wrists.

“It appears I’ve spoiled you too much. We’ll have to remedy that.”

You watch as Nanami’s free hand reaches for his tie. His sharp gaze locks with your own as he slowly loosens it. The quiet sound of the sliding fabric a hush before a storm.

“Let’s put that mouth of yours to better use.” Nanami says softly. “You will be pleasing me tonight. Any objections?”

And there it is. That sincere and undeniable accountability that sits at the root of Nanami’s character. No matter how engrossed the two of you become in your play, your husband always makes sure that he has your total consent. 

You shake your head.

“No objections. You know I’m yours.”

Nanami leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before getting off. He stands at the side of the bed, slowly removing his watch and placing it on the nightstand. His tie follows and then his shirt, that deep, brown stare fixed on you the entire time. 

The anticipation crackles in the air as you watch him, your molars digging into your cheek when his dress shirt falls to the floor. Nanami really is a vision to behold. Big. Strong. His arms, chest and stomach are chorded with mouthwatering, heavy muscle. But most tantalizing of all is the dusty trail of curly blonde hair that extends from his navel to his…

“Come here.”

For once, you do as you’re told. On hands and knees you crawl to him, nearly tripping over yourself when Nanami slowly unbuckles his belt. 

Nanami pops open the button on his pants, fingers still glistening from your mess as he reaches for you. He threads his hand through your hair, caressing the back of your head gently before grabbing a fistful of your locks and pulling you closer. You gasp, one hand rising to stabilize yourself on his hip as your nose bumps against his groin.

“Unzip me.”

You reach for his zipper, but Nanami takes your hand and places it back on his hip.

“With your mouth.” He clarifies.

You look up at him, your shared gaze unbreaking as you lean forward and fish for his zipper with your tongue. Once you have it securely between your teeth, you pull it down slowly. Nanami’s thick, hard cock springs free, landing with a heavy thump on your face. 

“Well done, darling.” He praises. “Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.”

A sensual hum rolls in your throat as you nuzzle his shaft, elated that you finally have what you’ve been craving all night long. You lick a wicked stripe up his length and then suck his fat, leaking glands into your mouth. The low rumble of Nanami’s carnal groan as you swallow his cock halfway nearly sends you over the edge.

“Yes, that’s it. More. Deeper. All the way to the base, sweetheart.”

Sucking in a big breath through your nose, you follow Nanami’s command, gagging slightly as you start to bob on his cock, taking his pulsing length to the base over and over, stroking him lovingly with your tongue, milking him with your lips. Fuck, you’re such a whore for him, so desperate to taste his release on your tongue.

“Faster.” Nanami growls, tightening his grip in your hair and giving your ass another slap for good measure. Your muffled cry of pleasure vibrates along his shaft, making your husband's head roll back with a heavy groan.

“Ugh—fuck, yes. God, you are exquisite.”

Nanami’s restraint begins to waver, his sharp hips pistoning his cock between your lips, moaning as he hits the back of your throat. Tears cloud your vision as you will your throat to relax, sucking him greedily while your cunt—who’s so jealous of your mouth—drips and squeezes around nothing.

With a heavy grunt, Nanami slams himself balls deep and holds you there, savoring your wet heat with a moan. Looking up, you realize that Nanami’s sharp jaw is locked tight, his hair slightly disheveled, chest rising and falling as he pants. He’s a mess. God, to think that you’re able to bring a man like Nanami Kento to his knees with nothing more than a flirtatious wink and an eager throat makes you dizzy.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, Nanami's fist pulls your hair taut, guiding your mouth slowly off his throbbing cock. His fat, pink head pops against your swollen ruby lips upon release, the lipstick ring around the base a marker of your achievement.

“Color.” Nanami demands.

You stare at Nanami through mascara stained lashes, gaze unwavering despite the dark streams that flow down your cheeks. Slowly, you lick the excess saliva dripping from your lips, sultry eyes trailing down his magnificent body, admiring the tense muscles that line his abdomen before landing on his twitching cock. 

“Green.”

Nanami is perfectly still, his brows furrowing as he appraises you. He’s reading you, assessing each and every little detail to determine whether or not you're pushing yourself past your limits. After another beat of silence Nanami prompts you again, this time more firmly.

“Color. And be honest with me.”

True, your lungs and throat are burning from the intensity of Nanami's thrusts, but you are desperate to keep going. You want Nanami to fuck your throat as wildly as he pleases, you want him to wrap his hands around your waist and fuck your pussy like it owes him money. All of him. You want every single inch of this man, and you’re not above using dirty tricks to get him.

You lean forward, swiping up the bead of precum dripping from Nanami’s tip with a kittenish lick.

“I said green…babygirl.”

Nanami’s blonde brow twitches, his frown a comical contrast to your mischievous grin. You stare at one another for a moment, holding the tension for as long as you can. Funnily enough, Nanami is the first to crack a smile. And that is the perfect curtain call to your shared game. The applause? The joyous bout of laughter you both share.

“Enough,” Nanami chortles, releasing your hair and leaning down to place a tender kiss on your head. “You win, you crazy little vixen. I’m too old for this shit.”

“Hardly,” You giggle, shifting back so you can lay comfortably on the bed, beckoning your husband with a curl of your fingers. “You’re just tired after a long day, nothing wrong with that. You can fuck me silly next time.”

Nanami climbs on the bed after you, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your fingertips before he nudges your legs apart. The head of his twitching cock parts your folds, probing at your entrance.

“Next time?” Nanami murmurs, lips on your wrist. “Who said it was over?”

With one fluid motion, Nanami slides the head of his cock inside you. You both groan in relief, drowning in a passionate kiss as hands wander and caress each other’s bodies like the sacred temples they are. Nanami reaches down, grinning from ear to ear when he finds your sensitive little bud and feels you melt in his arms at his touch.

“Ken,” You arch, whining, rolling your hips in a desperate attempt to impale yourself deeper on his cock. “Ken, please, don’t make me come with just the tip. Give me all of you.”

Nanami chuckles softly, his knuckles brushing against your cheek adoringly.

“My sweet, spoiled little wife. How can I say no?”

Nanami leans back, hands hooking beneath your knees and pushing them flush to your chest, folding and pinning you beneath his weight as the place where the two of you are connected comes into full display.

He lowers his hips slowly, a pair of harmonized moans filling the bedroom as Nanami’s cock fills you to the brim. His movements are slow and careful at the start, but with your hips rolling up to meet his own, your lewd moans in his ear, and your breasts bouncing enticingly each time he surges forward, even the pertinacious Nanami cannot restrain himself.   

“Touch yourself,” Nanami pants, his thrusts quickening, angling himself so he can hit that perfect little spot inside you. “Touch yourself for me darling. Let me see you play with that puffy clit. God—fuck, that’s it, you’re so pretty like that. So beautiful when you’re feeling good.”

“Ken—ah! Yes! Please don’t stop!”

Kento’s body bares down with full force, the bedframe slamming against the bedroom wall, his massive arms trembling on either side of your head as he sweats and pants and drills that thick cock as deep as it will go. Fuck, he’s beautiful. So beautiful, and he’s going to make you come your brains out, just like he always does.

“Kento—I—ah—ummm!!”

You cry his name again, body tensing so achy sweet as you come on his cock. Kento reaches his peak not long after you, barking your name and heaving a groan as he buries himself deep inside your cunt, filling you up with spurt after spurt of milky white cum.

Your husband collapses in your arms, panting and sweating buckets. You pamper him with a kiss to his temple and the two of you hold one another, soaking in each other’s warmth and basking in the quiet afterglow. 

The faint ticking of Nanami’s wristwatch on the nightstand is the only marker of the passage of time in this private little heaven. It’s such a comforting sound, but nowhere near as comforting as the sound of Nanami’s heavy breathing. He’s fallen asleep, the adorable man.

Chuckling to yourself, you snuggle closer to your sleepy salaryman.

“One more round before bed?” You joke.

You're surprised to see him move, but even more surprised when his hand lands on your face.

“Woman,” Nanami groggily groans, pinching your nose. “Stop tormenting me and go to sleep.”

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Oh boy, VaM is kind of a trial and error experience LOL I couldn't really show you how to use the interface and stuff without a whole video or something, but it's not THAT difficult to get a hang of if you just give yourself a day or two to play around, not to mention the number of tutorials you find out there. Luckily, if you only want to use it as a reference software that makes the process far easier (to this day I have no idea how to animate on that thing, since that's not what I use it for)

As for how I use it, it's pretty self explanatory - if there's a complicated pose I want to draw but I'm either having trouble with it, or just want to double-check angles/anatomy, I will use it as a resource! I use for most of my "proper" pieces (y'know, the nicer looking ones) and every once in a while for my silly comics if I'm having trouble with a pose.

Lets use this drawing for example (the character on top of DU drow belongs to @namespara )

I don't draw a lot of mud-wrestling (shocking, I know) but I had an idea of the kind of pose I wanted them to be in. So the very first thing I did was make a rough sketch of what I was envisioning:

I often do a rough sketch first, even If I know I'm going to be pulling the program up because A) It's less tedious than adjusting the models over and over again until I pick a pose and B) because sometimes I'll decide I don't need the reference, after all, and so that's 30 minutes I'll have spared myself of playing around on the software.

Now, this is a pretty complicated pose! It's in a weird angle and the bodies are making contact in ways I'm not used to depicting, so I did choose to whip out VaM for this one. I went into the program and after some messing around, I flopped my little dolls together like this:

Now something really cool about VaM is that you can completely customize your models, and if you have the patience, I would definitely encourage you to do so! Obviously, you don't have to make picture perfect replicas of every single character you have, but as you can see here I have made a DU drow "decoy" to help me better understand some of his features when I draw him: he has a strong brow, a short nose, a square jawline - these are all going to look a very specific way from certain angles, and I might not always be sure of how to draw it right! So it's useful to have models that bear SOME semblance to the character so you can better understand how different viewpoints will affect their bone structure and mass.

Also thank fucking god for the elf-ear slider. Figuring out how to draw those shits from certain angles was a huge pain in the ass when I started drawing DnD races.

So, with the reference in hand, I go over the sketch again:

Now you may notice that I don't stick to the reference 100%. There's three reasons for this:

posing on VaM is tedious as hell. You can get something incredibly natural looking and picture-perfect to reference from if you wish, but it's going to take you hours to do. So, for the most part I just slap guys together until the results are "close enough" and use that.

In my opinion, you should always aim to ENHANCE your reference material, not replicate it exactly!

While VaM is a PRETTY DANG GOOD source of anatomical reference, it isn't perfect, I often supplement it with further reference from real life resources or make tweaks based on my own knowledge where I catch it falling short (and, antithetical to what I just said, I sometimes fuck the anatomy up further on purpose if I think it looks better that way LOL it's all jazz baby).

Then lines, color, yada yada. I don't have a tutorial on that and I don't think I could make one, because my process is chaotic as hell, but I do at times use Virt-a-mate as loose reference for lighting too when coloring - waaaaayyyy less so however, because that process is even more tedious and I feel like I often get better results by just winging it. It is a feature of the program though, and I'm sure it would be helpful for someone who has a difficult time visualizing lights and shadows. I only started using this program a few months ago, so I happened to already have a pretty good understanding of that kind of thing and just don't personally feel like I get much out of that particular mechanic.

Here's a few other examples of pieces that I made reference for (WARNING: Suggestive)

Now, for the question many of you may want to ask:

"Can I trace this junk?"

And to that, I say: Buddy, you can do whatever the hell you want with the reference material you created.

However,

If your goal is to learn and improve your art, and to recreate realistic proportions and anatomy from memory, tracing won't help you.

Developing your own style, your muscle memory, and personal technique will all be hindered by choosing to trace instead of drawing from observation, so I would encourage against it. Hell - even when tracing is employed as a technique, it's usually by high-skill realism & concept artists who are looking to either cut some corners, save time, or just double-check their own proportions in order to improve further - if you try tracing as a beginner, you will most definitely find the result to still look stiff and "off".

So trust me, there is so much more to be gained from drawing from observation. Make note of tangents, compare proportions, use all the elements of the picture to dictate where and how things should go - it will be a far more rewarding experience.

Hopefully this has been helpful! VaM is a really cheap program (you get it on the guys' patreon for I think 8 dollars, just google it!) and it's definitely been worth my money as an artist since I found it. Learning to use it can be a little intimidating at first glance, but as I said above you only really need a day plus one or two tutorials to get a hang of the interface.

A fair warning though, IT IS A SOFTWARE MADE FOR VIRTUAL SEX/ADULT ANIMATION So when looking it up expect to see a some spicy content.

[phecdasolar]

Tumblr I need your help I am in dire need of feral/unhinged Disaster Twins fics pleaseeee (and maybe Mikey as a bonus) I’m just in love with the idea of Raph being the impulse control for once with this iteration, and just the second he’s out of commission the other three go insane.

Weapons of War, Bioengineered Killing Machines, Manufactured Supersoldiers Rottmnt turtles my BELOVEDS

And maybe just like,,, set Leo and Donnie loose on one of the other dimensions and have them absolutely horrifically annihilate their counterparts’ villains while they watch on in horror

(B.E.A.S.T. was SUCH a good fic you guys oh my GOSH go read it I’m begging you-)

I NEED to have it addressed in fic form that the Rise turtles are fundamentally different than all their other counterparts, because their counterparts? They were accidents. Just a couple of turtles splashed with mutagen and oh look now they’re people but Green. (Huge oversimplification I’m aware but hear me out okay-)

But the Rise boys were created. They were specifically designed to be weapons of mass destruction. They were built with the intent to cause harm which means they were bioengineered to be stronger, smarter(?), faster, to heal quicker, to have the capacity to take hard hits while dishing out even harder ones, they were literally forged with a purpose to kill.

Add on their mystic powers? Then their unlocked Ninpo? You can’t honestly tell me that these four aren’t the strongest and potentially deadliest version of themselves out there.

Yes they still had to learn things, as did the other iterations, they weren’t immediately good (that much is obvious, like c’mon it’s IN the name) but I don’t think the other iterations possess the same instincts as these guys do. They’re just so. Unhinged. They’ve all had their moments in the show I think where it’s obvious they’re not really,,, stable. I love them.

In a plain fists only, maybe weapons, no powers fight, I do think some of the other iterations would win, but purely because they have way more experience than these guys do. (If I did any crossovers I’d say 2003 and 2012 are definitely older than these guys, especially if we’re basing this at the end of their shows) But put them against each other when they’re still at the same level? Rise is whooping butt, I know where I’m placing my bets. It’s called RISE of the TMNT for a reasonnnnnn they’re not there yet but they WILL BE, and as of the end of s2 and the movie I say they’re finally THERE.

I have no idea how this turned into a headcanon rant this was just supposed to be me asking for fic recs hsgdjdjdk it’s almost 3 am tho so whatever sorry if none or some of this is incoherent o7 o/

Editing this with a list of fics I have been graciously recommended below the cut:

Firefight by remrose [42/43 chapters 208k words] (edit: JUST FINISHED READING ch38-42 WATCH ME BAWL MY EYES OUT I was rotating them in my brain all morning at work) less on the feral side, more on the gut-wrenching angst side, still Disaster Twins and still super good

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own by YukiSkyes [7/? chapters, 18k words] the CLASSIC “the Disaster Twins are unapologetically causing chaos” fic, always a delight to read

The Lemon Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer [27/37 chapters, 143k words] I’m being told it’s very true to the theme here, and it’s very angsty, a suspenseful psychological thriller, and will make you scream at your phone. I for one am very intrigued

Eschatology by aenor_llelo, Alderous, ConcoctionsFromHell, izziel_galaxy, Jaybird314, Otakuforlife19, and Rocket999 [17/17 chapters, 344k words] “HEAVY on the boys being biologically engineered to destroy the world, it also delves into so much character building and worldbuilding that we never got in canon, and it gives even super minor characters the chance to shine” Sounds intriguing, AND it’s a BNHA crossover which I am a big fan of :D

The Hunter’s Bible also by TurtleSoupSwimmer [2/2 chapters, 15k words] Rated Mature, contains themes of SA and c@nnibalism so PLEASE keep that in mind!! Not a fic for the faint of heart this is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! The SA is only attempted, and never shown, only implied, and it’s only in ch 1, but the other stuff is fairly descriptive and takes place in ch 2. All that being said, flipping UNHINGED, just about lost my mind in ch 2, it was entertaining in a surreal kinda way if you get what I mean. Funky little feral creatures

[creatingblackcharacters]

🌹Ice's Lazy Loc Wash Routine🌹

I wanna preface this with two very important things:

I do not retwist my own locs! It would take far longer if I did. I have the tools and the means, and I know how to do it. I just hate doing it 🤣. It takes patience and arm strength and I lack the will. When I have the money I just schedule a retwist. Usually about every three months (which is longer than usual)

This is the way EYE do it! This is one experience out of countless, so don't assume my way is THEE way. There are people that will probably scream at me through the screen. But alas... It is "lazy" Loc wash day for a reason. And I do still care for my hair, and it's healthy and thriving for seven years (as of this Wednesday) 👍🏾

Okay? Okay.

Washing

The misconception about locs is that they are dirty. They're no "dirtier" than any other type of hair, nor do they require dirt to lock. That's a lie, and a racist one at that.

That being said, locs will end up holding the weight of life lol. Skin, sweat, dust, pollen, smells (and for me, bc I have dermatitis, scabs); all those things will end up weighing your locs down. Some people will do an Apple Cider Vinegar and Baking Soda wash to detox their locs.

However, I use this!

Essentially it's water, apple cider vinegar, orange peel, and some essential oils in a spray bottle, so I can spray it directly on my scalp and locs and massage it in deeply. Let it sit for a bit. Because I only wash my hair every 2 weeks or so, it's fine, but I wouldn't do this if I was washing it more frequently as it could mess up my scalp pH. Again, I have painful dermatitis, so it helps me get closer to my problem spots. Does it burn? Yes. It's working 👍🏾

Then I use this soap bar, which has things like coconut oil, aloe vera, eucalyptus, tea tree, almond, lemongrass, and more in it to scrub my scalp. You're supposed to rub it into your hands and scrub it in, so naturally I put the bar directly on my scalp. Be better than me. Smells AMAZING though and leaves my scalp clearer than it has ever been.

Medicated Shampoo

I use a medicated shampoo last. While that sits, I bathe 👍🏾 Bathe well, too 👍🏾 Please make sure your characters are bathing when they wash their hair 👍🏾

Once I'm done, I gently pull my locs apart (they WILL start tangling at the root IMMEDIATELY), then I wrap my hair in a beach towel. You're supposed to use t shirts because they're softer on curls, but I don't like water dripping on me while I get dressed. I put on easy to wear clothing. Tits loose clothing. I gotta be comfortable.

Medication

So if you know me, this is something I complain about ALL THE TIME. And it's how dermatology does NOT cater to Black patients! Even my shampoo says "for 30 days, wash every night". I'm Black with locs. My shampoos last for months bc that is impossible without me sacrificing my entire night, every night. Even if I had an Afro, we're still not supposed to wash our hair every night for fear of stripping the natural oils.

So I have to DEMAND I be given a medicated liquid solution. No petroleum based products!! A solution is the easiest way to reach my scalp. Does it burn? Yes. It's working. 👍🏾

So if your character has a skin issue (dermatitis, psoriasis, exzema excema eczema) on the scalp... Solutions are the easy way to go.

Moisturizing

I promise this isn't free ads lmao, I just happen to be experimenting with this company and I like what I've seen so far. This is a real lite oil spray with rose water and essential oils, and it cools my scalp.

Aloe Vera, the goddess of healing. Also cools my scalp and addresses those burning, pink spots from my dermatitis.

Drying

Drying depends on the length and thickness of your locs, and the temperature. Mine are shoulder length, pencil thick. Today I dried at real high heat (unintentionally) and it only took about an hour. At a lesser, safer heat, about two. This hair dryer bag is LIFE fr.

Conclusion

If I don't have anywhere else to go (and I don't, bc I plan my loc wash days like this) I spray my scalp with oil one more time, put on my loc sock, and then I'm done 👍🏾

Total time today: about two hours. Normally 3 at a lower dry temp. Not bad at all.

[sturniluvr]

Matt dating ADHD!reader

❗️SFW only❗️

Disclaimer: these are based off my experience with ADHD and some things that I have to do for my ADHD <3

A/N: I actually forgot to take my medication while writing this, need me a Matt fr😭(taken them now👍🏻)

> First and foremost, He’ll remind you to take your medication if you take it. He’ll have reminders set on his phone for you to take them at the times you need them.

> He’s always making sure you’ve eaten and drank something at least once a day, especially if he knows you’ve had a busy day and more than likely have forgotten to eat and hydrate yourself, and if you haven’t eaten or drank anything that day or haven’t had much drink or food, he’ll make you both something and encourage you to eat and take a break from whatever you’re doing.

> He’ll silently ask before hugging you or touching you in anyway knowing how you can be with physical touch, somedays you love it but days where you’re felling overwhelmed you don’t want anyone touching you.

> He also asks before initiating physical touch because of you getting too hot easily and he doesn’t want to trigger you if your too hot and make you ever hotter by adding his body heat.

> He also keeps the bedroom window open for you at night so you won’t get too hot and if you’re too cold he’ll close it and put his fan on low.

> If there’s something near you that’s making you overstimulated, for example if you’re filming a car video with him Nick and Chris and one or both of them are being too loud and he notices you holding your ears, he’ll tell them to be quiet immediately and make sure you’re okay.

> He’ll always let you wear his clothes if you need to as he knows they’re nice and loose on you and not too tight which you hate.

> It’s very rare that he’ll yell at you over little things like forgetting to take the trash out etc, knowing you genuinely cannot help forgetting sometimes and if he ever hears someone yelling at you for whatever reason, he’ll immediately shut them up and comfort you.

> he loves your stims, especially when it’s happy stims and your excited/passionate about whatever your talking about or doing and start stimming with that big beautiful smile that he loves so much on your face. But if they’re sad stims or you’re overwhelmed, he’ll do anything to comfort you.

> If you ever get overstimulated and need some alone time, he’ll let you stay in his room alone to do your own thing and he’ll turn the lights off (if you want them off) and he’ll periodically checks on you and if music helps you calm down.

> (based on previous one) He’ll keep a set of your headphones in his room, he’ll always make sure they’re charged for you whenever you may need them.

> If you’re in a group of people and people are talking over you and he notices you give up trying to talk, he’ll squeeze your hand and assure you he was listening to to continue talking.

> When you overthink, you tend to become closed off from the world, Matt always notices when you do this and he’ll take you somewhere quiet and private and encourage you to talk to him and comfort you about whatever you’re overthinking about.

> He has lots of silly photos and videos that you’ve either taken on his phone or sent him on Snapchat. He loves seeing your childish and silly side come out, showing him that you trust not only him but his brothers enough to be yourself around them.

> you also bring out his childish side and you can both go from having a serious conversation laying on his bed to having a dance party in his room at 3am (love the 3am dance parties🤪)

> He’s also loves hearing you and Chris bounce the most random thoughts off eachother. You and Chris NEVER shut up when you’re together if you’re having a good day, talking about anything and everything. (yappers unite 🫶🏻)

> He keeps a mental note of where you place things around the house and your bedroom because he knows you’ll forget at some point if it’s not directly next to you.

> If you’re having a bad day and have no motivation to do anything, he’ll more than happily just lay on the couch or in his bed with you and watch a film or just get your own things done while being in each others presence.

> If you have a date night planned and you’re having a bad day, Matt is more than happy to have a little impromptu home date nights with you, painting each others nails and eating snacks with a film playing on his TV.

> He has a box in his closet full of little things you’ve given him over the years, shells from the beach, little letters you’ve written him, bracelets you’ve made for him, no matter how small the gift is, it’ll go in his memory box for him to treasure for the rest of his life. (Matt and ADHD!reader have matching bracelets and that’s the only bracelet he wears everyday)

> If you have chores or errands you need to get done throughout the day, Matt will help you get them done to make your day a little less stressful.

> Overall, he’s a very loving and attentive boyfriend and will do anything in his power to make his girls day a little bit easier for you <3

[little-pondhead]

So, for the Supervillain Danny and Everlast Trio Villains Au's....

What about Jazz?

Since I understand everyone's villain alter ego is based around their trauma and becoming their own antithesis and what not, I'd like to think that Jazz's alter ego would be a bad girl, kinda like Ember and Kitty (the former who mind controlled her twice and the latter who almost took her place while slowly corrupting her), maybe with a hint of Spectra (the school councilor thing, the hospital thing, and that one time with all three of them).

Instead of being the nice, normal girl who tries to be perfect, she's a loose cannon who does all the wild teen stuff, doesn't care about anyone accept for those who are in her 'gang', and will absolutely resort to violence the first chance she gets. Maybe she also has some kind of mind control powers, given how these incidents relate to her being under someone else's control.

Maybe she doesn't come around as often, because she has college and the like, but once she does, things get messy as she takes the chance to let out all her school related stress.

you have read my m i n d

Jazz had almost no childhood since she helped raise Danny from a very young age. She's intelligent and respectful and really wants to be an excellent example for Danny, so she acts as such. Therefore, Jazz never got to go through her 'teenage rebellion' phase. She wears modest clothes and upholds a pretty solid moral code. So here I present Nightingale, the punk-rock social justice warrior who comes and goes like a hurricane. She takes on the name Nightingale to avoid confusion, but once the JL realizes she and Fenton are related, some of the members consider going on a very long vacation to another world so they don't have to deal with this shit.

Now for her powerset, I'm not entirely sure if she should play meta or not. It's a common trope in fics that Jazz has been ecto-contaminated from her parent's experiments, thus giving her some sort of body enhancement. I played on that to give her a set of ears and teeth that match Danny's. She may not have ghost powers, but if she's fighting alongside Team Phantom, she must have some freaky abilities, right? (I love the mind control idea, btw) I feel like Jazz would be the Exception, where she's obviously enhanced in some way, but it's not an obvious power she can consciously separate herself from. It's like trying to tell your body to stop using your eyes. Unless other outside forces are preventing it, Jazz can't really not use her enhanced strength or speed. It drives the JL nuts because either Nightingale is a very weak meta or just an Olympic-level teenage athlete, and no one will spill the beans.

Also, this is personal preference, honestly, but I think it'd be really fucking funny if the DC universe is where Jazz and Danny have all their sibling fights. At home, they have to put up a united front so their parents don't get suspicious and the house doesn't kill them. (Also so none of the rogues takes advantage of their anger at each other) But they're siblings. Even if Jazz and Danny are the best of friends, they have to have arguments over the stupidest stuff. That's practically rule number one of having a sibling. So they go there to blow off steam and duke it out like they've always wanted to. It's mostly to release tension and stress, but each fight is getting more and more elaborate, and this whole thing is ridiculous. None of the heroes get paid enough for this. They're just gonna sit back and watch the show.

[jealousmartini]

💌 She's an overachiever. "Pressure"? What pressure? ⋆₊˚⊹🔖

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My second year of college is coming in hot guys. And I'm talking the 3rd of September, in TWO WEEKS TIME HOT.

But you already know your girl has BEEN locked in with her subliminals for the next term, cus I've had a whole thing going on since my first term to my second yk. so come a little closer so I can show yall what my game is on

p.s.a!! I am an animation and games art student, so most to all of my work is research and art based. And when I say most of my work is research based, I mean there is an ungodly amount of writing that is expected from the students and it's not even just the amount it's WHAT you write about that gets you the grade and how well your art conveys your ideas.

Also "Ex." = Example

╰┈➤ " My average college day experience as an art student/loass babe " click here!

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"What? Like it's hard?" At the top of her class, always ontop of her work, never slacking off, always locking in.

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|| Perfect focus, super attentive, always pays attention and makes notes. I am never afraid to ask for help or advice and I always receive the answers I need to understand the work; no room for confusion here.

|| Very strong, clear memory, perfect photographic memory.

|| Studies so much, it's my hobby, never underestimates myself or downplays my work, has always prioritised my work and has always understood the importance of doing work at home. Studying has never been a struggle for me because I don't struggle with discipline. I actually find so much fun and enjoyment doing homework. I always feel so productive and proud of myself whilst managing my time and looking at the amount I have done afterwards. Especially with the amount of validation and points I earn from teachers. It is always so satisfying seeing my high grades after a complete project. It's like a treat.

|| Creative genius, always brainstorms with words or loose sketches; not a single idea goes to waste. Research enthusiast, I could never shy away from making a thorough, detailed, and well planned out analysis, moodboard or mindmap. And multiple of them at that. I always know EXACTLY what to write and never wastes precious time and space yapping.

|| The life of an art student is exciting, fulfilling, flourishing, inspiring and strict. In the healthy way of course. My parents and teachers are always understanding of my burnouts and art block which are very rare thank god; and it's a good thing I have my closest friends to comfort me through my work. They are always so supportive, encouraging and honest with me as I am with them. We always travel together to the college (when I don't feel like being alone) and we always travel back home together. I mean we are our own personal friend circle so of course we buy snacks for each other and meet up for lunch; it's not even like we need to worry about price since we have more than enough on us. College is 100 times better when my best friends are with me, everything feels so comfortable with them

|| Perfect, cunty, and ideal artstyles. Always chooses the ones most appropriate for a certain design, and never forgets how to convey a certain look. I know, understand and draw human, animal, vehicle, clothing anatomy and terminology, enviromental composition, colour theory and terminology, the 12 principles of animation, the 7 fundamentals of art (Line, pattern, colour, texture, tone, shape and form), and the fundamentals of character design like the back of my hand

|| I know how to layout a design page appropriately, I always know how to theme and colour co-ordinate. Written placement and art placement are always perfect to the T and nothing looks off. All together, I show off my own unique style of work and impress my teachers of classmates

Ex. Subliminals in my art student playlist

"Over achiever", "Desired art skills", "Desired (college) life"

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"Ugh she is always doing the most with her work😒-" And she always looks good doing it. She's got the looks and the discipline; she's got it all

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|| Gorgeous, curly, and ideal (3B to 3C) hair. My hair never gets greasy, dry, breakage, damage, frizz, dandruff, or split ends. My curls are always moisturised, soft, bouncy, and defined. I never experience a bad hair day, and my hair is super easy to manage. Detangling my hair is a breeze, and styling my hair is even easier; every style looks exactly the way I want it and never loses the volume or shape throughout the day.

|| Ideal, fit, slim thick pear. Short shoulders, small ribcage, medium-sized chest, 20 inch waist, wide hips and slight dip, long legs, fat ass but not too fat, chubby but fit thighs, slimmer defined calves and small feet. The perfect pear. And every outfit looks exactly the way I want; I never look awkward but I always look put together and stylish.

|| Craziest face card. Ms. Face economy infact. I have a round heart shaped face with dark brown bambi eyes and long fluttery lashes, a medium straight nose bridge, plump pink "keyhole" lips, and the clearest, softest brown skin ever... Yet I still put make up on- yes I do because it's fun and I like it, so it's always awesome knowing I can do my make up flawlessly and nail my looks perfectly

Ex. Subliminals in my ideal appearance playlist

"3C hair type", "Pear body", "Desired face", "brown caramel skin"

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I'll probably add smore later :3 k bye

[lucky-joyous]

Ok here’s my theories, plz be nice 🫶🏻

•Carmilla Carmine is/was an angel who fell in love with someone who was hellborn, she sired 2 children who couldn’t enter heaven so she “jumped” and chose to stay in hell with her daughters.This would explain her expansive knowledge on angelic weapons and the way that angels fight.

•Rosie and the cannibals (great band name) are NOT hellborn. They were part of elite society in the very late 1800s/very early 1900s

Who paid for the procurement of people to be eaten just because they could.

Alternate theory

Rosie and the cannibals were part of the donner party in the 1840s (unlikely since Vivienne has said she wanted to stay away from historical tragedies).

Alternate theory

Rosie is a fallen angel since she has the same marking on her neck as vaggie, lute and the rest of exterminators.

•Vox was the cut throat owner of a leading tv manufacturing brand in the 50s and died of a seizure/heart attack due to a methamphetamine addiction.

This could explain his violent and erratic behaviour, mood swings etc and his thirst for power in the show. This also ties in to the “buffering” he experiences in the show which happens when he gets very intense, possibly a mirror image of his death as when you take meth you become very intense and if you overdose you can have seizures and/or heart attacks. He also has a squiggly line under the wifi signal on his head which looks similar to a reading on a heart monitor which could also mean he died of a heart attack.

•Lilith owns Alastors soul. Lilith has been gone for 7 years and Alastor has returned after 7 years possibly meaning that she used him to get to heaven ? I think alastor sold his soul to Lilith in order to become “the radio demon”.

•Mimzy is loosely based on Mae West.

I do know that it was said that Rosie “didn’t die” however this was a while ago and definitely could have changed along with VAs, character design, background stories etc 🫶🏻

[ropesbypatricia]

Rope Techniques: How I accommodate crepe/thin skin when I tie

I thought I'd drop some techniques I like to use when I'm self-tying or tying another human with thin/crepe skin

What is crepe skin?

"Crepey skin is thin and looks finely wrinkled like crepe paper. It may also sag or feel loose. While crepey skin is similar to common wrinkles in many ways, the condition tends to impact larger areas, and this skin feels noticeably more fragile and thin..."

What causes crepe skin?

Lots of things included but not limited to: sun damage, aging, rapid weight loss or gain, certain genetic disorders, smoking, alcohol use, and dehydration

How is crepe skin different than non-crepe skin?

It is thinner, less elastic, and more prone to bruise, rip, and damage when under stress, pressure, injury

How do I as a rope top account for my own or another's crepe skin in rope bondage?

I recommend wearing comfortable, form-fitting clothes over the areas of the body I might be tying that have creping. I almost always wear leggings and a camisole or bodysuit when I'm tying myself for practice and development - tying directly over slack skin, especially as a beginner, can be a very tricky and painful experience - I recommend practicing over clothing and then moving to implement your practice onto your exposed flesh if you choose

Speaking on tender flesh: Running your fingers underneath a rope line which is wrapping crepe skin can be a pretty miserable and pinchy affair as the flesh has a tendency to stay with your finger as you move to clear the lines, and can easily find itself pinched between the ropes and your finger 🥲

Instead of running my finger under my rope, I gently pull the skin away from any areas where it has become nipped or grabbed up in the rope - a similar technique is useful when working with adipose tissue

Stay well-hydrated if possible - keep your skin clean, exfoliated and moisturized. I find happy skin plays best with rope, and my skin is happiest these days when I'm hydrated, dry-rubbed, and well-oiled 😌

I understand that the risk for side effects like bruising, rope marks, rope burns, etc.. is higher in crepe regions than in skin that is more elastic and collagen-rich. I can use what I find to be best practices to minimize risks, but I acknowledge that the base line for the skin's vulnerability to dermal injury is higher to begin with

If you have any questions you think I can answer or any tips for working with thin skin and rope you'd like to share, please lmk!

Happy roping to you all ❤️➰❤️

[okkotsuus]

hello! i’d like to request a very sad gojo angst, based on billie eilish’s song “what was i made for?” like reader could be having a self doubt moment??? if she’s good enough for satoru (you can do the same thing you did as to that one gojo angst you did! where gojo was healing from geto’s death) thank you ! ^__^

it’s not what he’s made for (satoru g.) !

features: satoru gojo

contents: crying. implied death and injury. grief. basic jjk triggers. feeling useless. feeling not enough. feeling ashamed. failing to protect people. perceived judgment. heartbreak. hiding things from partners. hurt with comfort for once. angst. 1k words.

notes: idk how i feel about this, so lmk if it's not what you want and i can try it again :)

you can’t help but notice the way satoru gojo stiffens the second he sees raw emotion being expressed. it’s something you find out before you even begin dating him. you can practically feel the discomfort radiating off of him when he sees another sorcerer cry at their partner’s death.

it was at that moment you vowed to yourself to never cry in front of him. but that was a while ago, and you were no longer in a shallow friendship with him: you were in love.

but you couldn’t shake that fear that if you ever showed vulnerability to him, he would regard you with that same disgust. it was irrational, you knew that, but it still lingered in the back of your mind.

even now, as you feel your heart actively cracking in your chest as yet another sorcerer is slain under your care, you just choke down the tears until satoru leaves the room. the inside of your bottom lip is bitten raw from how many times you’ve clamped your mouth shut to ward off sobs of agony.

with a cursed technique like yours, every mission comes with a lot of survivor’s guilt. protector’s promise: a cursed technique that grants you a stats and cursed energy boost based on the strength difference between you and your allies. even more so when your allies are weaker than the opponent. you also get a boost from non-sorcerers being in the immediate area

alone, you are a low-grade one. but with a group weaker than you, it skyrockets to high-grade one or even to special grade. as such, you are often paired up with sorcerers fresh out of training, or even those still in it.

the higher-ups treat you as a way to weed out weak sorcerers, all while boosting your own powers and giving your obscenely hard missions. because you also receive a boost if your allies are injured or killed. it’s one of the most heart-breaking things a sorcerer can experience; to have a partner die. and you lose at least one nearly every mission.

with no outlet in satoru, you find yourself sobbing alone or with shoko. she knows how satoru is, just as well as you, having been his classmate and friend for ten years. that’s why you should’ve expected this.

when she picks up the phone, you speak immediately. “shoko, i’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend… it’s not what he’s made for.” you hear shuffling on the other line and protests from her before a familiar voice rings in your ear. “y/n, it is what i’m made for. now, come home, we need to talk.” then, the line clicks.

you feel your heart break, he doesn’t think you trust him. he’s mad. he’s upset. he’s disgusted. the thoughts spiral as fat tears fall down your cheeks, opening the door.

there stands satoru, arms crossed and his lips pursed. the blindfold he usually wore was hung loosely around his neck, forcing you to look straight into his baby blues. the second your eyes meet his, your facade crumbles.

with a choked sob, you fall onto your knees, crumbling like sand. but you never hit the ground, strong arms slip under your arms and around your back. the side of your face pressed against his jujutsu-uniform jacket. his other arm slips under your knees as he picks you up as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, kicking the door closed.

satoru sits on the couch, your legs draped over his lap as he holds your so tenderly. a part of you feels guilty and stupid for thinking that he would ever be disgusted with you. you had never seen satoru gojo handle anyone with this much care, touch feather-light with the strength of love.

“why haven’t you told me you felt this way, do you not trust me..?” his words come out in a whisper, voice shaking ever so slightly. at that moment, you feel like the worst person in the world for making him think that. your hands cup his face as you look towards him with your teary eyes, desperately shaking your head.

“satoru, no, i trust you so much, more than anyone-”

“then why?”

your words catch in your throat, shame burning and pooling in your gut as you decide whether or not to tell him that it was because of some silly face he made years ago. worry surges again before being dissipated by his forehead pressing against yours.

a deep breath in, then you speak. “i didn’t want you to think i was weak…” in that instant you see his face soften, likely connecting the dots himself. 

he’s gentle as he presses your face into the crook of his neck, arms winding around your back. his words come out faintly against your ear, breath lightly tickling your skin. “i’m sorry i made you feel that way, you’re not weak. you’re strong, much stronger than me in this regard.” he feels you smile against his skin and he chuckles, rocking side to side with you in his arms as if nothing else in this world mattered more.

you can’t help but feel like a fool for ever thinking that satoru gojo would look upon you with disgust for anything: especially not for some tears. not when he looks at you like you’re the world when you do any little thing. not when he whispers such sweet nothings to you at any opportunity. not when he holds you so desperately close when there is any sort of chance.

you can’t help but be forced to realize the strength in which satoru gojo loves. the love that is exclusive to you and you alone.

okkotsuus 23

[niteshade925]

April 12, Xi'an, China, Daci'en Temple/大慈恩寺 and the Giant Wild Goose Pagoda/大雁塔 (Part 3 - History):

The entrance to the Xuanzang Memorial Hall:

Xuanzang/玄奘 (602 - 664 AD; birthname Chen Yi/陈祎) was a famous Chinese monk, scholar, and translator who journeyed throughout Central Asia and India to bring Buddhist sutras from India and translate them into Chinese. He was also the founder of the Consciousness-Only School/唯识宗 of Chinese Mahayana Buddhism.

A statue of Xuanzang in the memorial hall:

Xuanzang's 17-year journey from Chang'an (Xi'an) to India and back drawn out on a map. The route he took to India is in red, and the return route he took back to Chang'an is in green. On his way he traveled through many kingdoms in Central Asia and India, and he would later compile his experiences into the work known as Records of the Western Regions/《大唐西域记》. This work is still very important for historians and archaeologists studying Central Asian and Indian history, because it gives locations of important sites, such as the ruins of Nalanda monastery (phonetically translated as 那烂陀寺 in Chinese) in modern day Bihar. The Ming-era novel Journey to the West/《西游记》 was also very loosely based on this work; more specifically, the novel was based on folk tales about Xuanzang's travels, which was in turn loosely and partially based on Xuanzang's experiences recorded in this book.

(Metal?) wall murals and a giant wood relief depicting Xuanzang's early life and his journey to India and back (generally viewed in order from left to right since it's a continuous narrative):

Biography of the Tang Dynasty Buddhist Tripitaka Master Xuanzang of the Great Ci'en Temple/《大慈恩寺三藏法师传》 (alternatively translated simply as "The Life of Xuanzang"), written by Xuanzang's disciple Huili/慧立 in 688 AD.

An artifact not strictly related to Xuanzang: Ritual Confession of Mercy Temple/《慈悲道场忏法》, a Buddhist repentance work/忏文 written for Emperor Wu of Liang (464 - 549 AD) for the purpose of conducting a "ritual of transcendence" (called 超度; I could not find an English translation for this so this is my own translation) for the emperor's deceased wife. This particular version was printed in Ming dynasty in 1608.

Ceiling of the memorial hall, decorated with Sanskrit characters:

The second exhibition hall also has wall murals and a giant wood relief, this time depicting Xuanzang's life after returning to China:

Xuanzang has stated that the purpose of his journey was to bring back Buddhist sutras in their original Sanskrit, so that the integrity of the original texts may be better preserved in future translations and a more faithful interpretation of the sutras may be achieved. When he returned from India in 645 AD, he brought back with him 657 Buddhist texts in Sanskrit, and with support from Emperor Taizong of Tang, he proceeded to translate these texts into Chinese with his team of translators.

Daci'en Temple still preserves less than 20 leaves of the original palm leaf manuscript/贝叶经 brought to China by Xuanzang. I didn't get to see these artifacts myself, but just for reference, here are some potato quality pictures I've found online:

Below is a part of a (Ming-era? Not sure) printed copy of the Mahā-prajñāpāramitā Sūtra (《大般若经》 or 《大般若波罗蜜多经》 in Chinese), which was translated into the Chinese text seen here by Xuanzang and his team:

Part of Complete Translations by Master Xuanzang/《玄奘法师译撰全集》:

A view of the exhibited part of the collection of works that were either by Xuanzang or written about Xuanzang. Being an aspiring translator myself and knowing that these were works connected to a great translator who lived 1300+ years ago, there is just a feeling of awe here that can't be described properly in words...

There's also the twin steles associated with Xuanzang at the foot of the Giant Wild Goose Pagoda. The stele on the west (below left) was written from right to left, composed by Emperor Taizong of Tang Li Shimin/唐太宗 李世民, while the stele on the east (below right) was written from left to right, and was composed by Emperor Gaozong of Tang Li Zhi/唐高宗 李治 (the two emperors are father and son). The calligraphy for both steles was provided by Chancellor Chu Suiliang/中书令 褚遂良. Both steles gave an account of Xuanzang's life and praised him for his achievements, and both were erected in 653 AD. Since I didn't go into the pagoda, I didn't see these two steles (I believe one of them isn't at the pagoda anymore? It might be at Beilin Museum now), so here are pictures of the ink rubbings from Open Museum (open in new tab to view the full image):

And finally, some fun souvenirs from the gift shop! These are tiny incense pellet holders topped with the twelve zodiac animals

A funny greeting card that translates to "And We miss you too" (朕 is a first person pronoun used exclusively by emperors to refer to themselves; today many people use 朕 to jokingly refer to themselves)

[psychhound]

d&d 5e languages and gender

i know this is already a very nerdy blog but please indulge me a moment,,

for my homegame i've been fleshing out how different languages in the game deal with gender / pronouns based on their cultures (some of them are canon languages but some are for our setting) and it made the little nerd in me very happy so i wanted to make some headcanons for the rest of the dnd languages and share it for anyone who'd like to steal / take inspo

feel absolutely free to use these in homegames but if you use for anything streamed or for your own ttrpg/homebrew/fics then crediting/linking back is appreciated :o)

disclaimer: this blog is run by a genderqueer trans man and any queerphobic interaction will immediately be blocked

common

common started off with the standard he, she, & they pronouns but simply Loves a good loanword and so its not uncommon to hear people using pronouns from other languages in otherwise entirely common dialogue. there is some Fighting about whether this is appropriative based on the individuals culture or whether its unfair to people who only speak common to keep up with them all

dwarvish

not too much variety in what most people would consider pronouns, it tends to be more one singular neutral pronoun for someone you don't know / don't know well, and then variations that are more like honorifics than anything else. their pronoun might translate more readily to "skilled with a hammer" than anything regarding a gender

elvish

lots of pronoun options that explore different presentations of gender but they are also age/experience locked. a feminine male elf would use different pronouns as a child, teen, young adult, young adult with job, middle age, middle aged with children, etc. using pronouns from a different life experience bracket from you is incredibly frowned upon and people just dont do it

giant

there is one pronoun for giants & kin and one pronoun for not giants and the one for not giants is not derogatory at all, its just used to differentiate who is part of the family or not (individuals adopted by giants tend to use the giant pronoun)

gnomish

LOTS of variation in pronouns. gnomes love inventing new pronouns. there are general grammatical rules that they follow to Signify that its a pronoun but hearing three new pronouns a day is like. not uncommon. lots of gnomish teens go through a phase of making up at least four new pronouns they want to go by. uncommon to only go by one set. typically introduced along with your name

(more under the cut)

goblin

no gendered pronouns, all pronouns are instead structured around relations between individuals. so one person would use brother pronoun with one person, son pronoun with another, best friend pronoun to another. the family pronouns are not locked to actual family, just what the relationship is like. if you don't know someone well, its "cousin", "niece/nephew", "auntie/uncle", or "grandparent" depending on their age

halfling

pronouns are split between public and private use. in general in the community or with outsiders, there's a single pronoun that translates loosely to "friend". actual individual pronouns are only known to and used with close friends and family. there's a small handful of them and only some of them have gendered connotations

orc

there are only four categories of pronouns: masculine, feminine, both/mixed, and neither. but there's a decent amount of variations because there are varying levels of formality for each of them. there are ways to conjugate them so they're more formal and respectful, but also lots of diminutives to make them more affectionate and closely-bonded

abyssal

no use of pronouns. lots of very specific derogatory terms that are used in place of them. i shant elaborate.

celestial

lots of variations in pronouns. they are not very closely tied to gender, but are tied to very specific aesthetics. instead of having individual pronoun words, in celestial you just use root words. so one person might use the root word for things that are soft and gentle and natural for their pronoun, while another person might use the root word for things associated with dark and murky and mysterious things for theirs. tend to be tied to domains

draconic

no use of pronouns, only names and titles. if you happen to share a name with another individual who speaks draconic, you would need a unique title to go after it. the full name and full title is said at every reference of someone

deep speech

deep speech has pronouns probably but hearing them for any individual you dont share a close identity group with makes you violently nauseous and then the word immediately leaves your mind so it's just really hard to learn them

infernal

there are words for "you", "me", "us", "we", "this one", "that one", "those ones" etc but no classic pronouns as far as individual usage goes. if someone really needs to be specific they would use whatever pronoun that individual uses in their native language. tieflings have introduced a Lot of neopronouns into infernal but theyre all borrowed from other languages and then reworked into infernal grammar and tend to be localized to communities

primordial

individuals are referred to their elemental type (or "none") rather than pronouns tied to gender. so it would be more like "the windy one" or "the rocky one" than anything like he or she

sylvan

no standard gendered pronouns, it's entirely nounself. so basically infinite amount of pronouns that are easily understood by anyone familiar with that noun. so you would have things like pebble pronoun, teapot pronoun, sword pronoun, with some general affiliations with presentation but less so with gender

undercommon

pronouns are based on level of respect and not gender, but there are also pronouns specifically used for children. like craftsmen would typically all use the same pronoun unless one was incredibly successful and respected, or had a very bad reputation, etc. there are pronouns used only for royalty and pronouns used only for deities

speak with animals

when translated into common, tends to just be translated as the animal's bio sex, but it can go a little screwy when speaking about creatures who have biological sexes so outside the humanoid concept of sex and gender that even magic dont fuckin know how to translate it. kind of just makes a weird bubbly noise in its place

if you read this far thank you thank you and if you end up using these in your campaign lore or fics i would love to know :o)

[fightingsail]

I am running a free community event on dog behaviour and communication for my rural town - just a small session showing various ways dogs express themselves, help identify actual aggression, discomfort, etc.

I would like to run a slideshow showing some of the expressions - for example, grimaces, whale eye, tense mouths and eyes, relaxed facial expressions and anything of that nature.

If you have any photos or could take some of your dogs expressing themselves, I would be super grateful if you'd send them through - this event will not be recorded or published, the images will be used in a powerpoint presentation and not provided to any members of the public.

I intend on staking out the local vet to get some shots, and of course I have tons of my own - but as we all know, various breeds display things in ways that look very different! a hard stare on my toy poodle is going to be a bit scarier and obvious on a doberman or staffy, and a loose happy face will be easier to spot on a bordercollie versus a bulldog!

i'd like a decent variety so i can show how obvious signs of frustration and aggression can be ignored in some breeds - and why a perfectly happy relaxed dog is assumed to be aggressive based on common misconceptions.

the email for photos is thesavvyselkie@gmail.com - background info on the photo, what the dog was doing, experience, whatever, because context matters!

short videos would also be super welcome!

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A little tied up

Rated: E

Words: 995

Tags: Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Established relationship; Awkward sexual situations; Idiots in love; Very slight knife kink

Eddie thought he knew what pain was. 

Being chomped on by a flock of feral demon bats while fully conscious is an experience he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. And trust him, he has a lot of enemies, what with half the town still convinced he’s a devil-worshiping, cheerleader-murdering psychopath. 

Eddie also thought he knew humiliation. 

Hell, he needed help peeing in those first few weeks in the hospital. His dick has been touched by more people than he is comfortable admitting - and isn’t that something for a chronically bitchless, triple-senior D&D nerd?

Point is, if anyone had asked before today, Eddie would’ve boldly claimed there was nothing in the pain and humiliation department strong enough to make him even bat an eyelash. 

Turns out he was wrong. 

“Fuuuck,” he whines, hands white-knuckling the bedsheets. His head, heavy from craning his neck, thuds back into the pillow. “What the hell is taking so long? Take it off, take it off, take it-” 

“I’m trying, okay?” Steve snaps. He has stopped laughing, which … okay, Eddie appreciates he’s taking this seriously, but he absolutely does not like that brow furrow. That's Steve Harrington's trademark ‘we're royally fucked but I'm gonna keep it together to not freak anyone out’ brow furrow. “The damn knot won't come loose.” 

He tugs at said knot as if to demonstrate, and Eddie almost jerks off the bed as a jolt of pain zaps from the base of his cock all the way up his spine. 

“Jesus fuck, be careful!” he barks, but Steve stays unimpressed. 

“Hold still,” he scolds, voice deep and stern. One large hand grips Eddie’s knee and pushes his thighs further apart. It's very close to how Eddie envisioned this going, and his cock gives a treacherous little twitch. “Don't know why you thought this was a good idea.” 

“I told you,” Eddie hisses through another bout of pain. “It was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to do something special for our anniversary.” 

Steve gives him a look. 

“So you put a bow around your dick.” 

Eddie can practically feel himself blushing, but he’s okay with that. Any blood that’s not in his tortured dick is good blood. 

Steve is still staring at him like he’s wondering if the bat rabies did fuck with his head after all. Eddie slaps his hands in front of his face and groans. 

“I thought it would be fun,” he whines. 

It was fun, at first. Steve’s dumb, surprised face when he entered the bedroom to find Eddie clad in nothing but the ribbon adorning his cock in a snug little bow. The way Steve’s pupils blew wide and fuzzy, the punched-out little growl as he crashed their lips together. The way he all but threw Eddie down onto the bed, smothering him with his own body, cock already hard and straining against the confines of his jeans. 

It was fun, and fantastic, and so, so, very hot. 

Until it wasn’t. 

Because, see, Eddie is a moron. A moron who didn’t account for the fact that the male sexual organ tends to swell when aroused, turning a ribbon that sat nice and snug two minutes ago into a hellish torture device - shiny satin clenching like a vice around his sensitive base. He can feel his heartbeat throb in his tip. He thinks there’s some pubes caught under the knot. Jesus. 

When he peers out from between his fingers, Steve is still looking at him with that exasperated expression. 

“Okay,” Eddie relents. “I admit it wasn’t my best plan. Now … Any ideas on how to get us out of this mess?” 

“Us?” The corners of Steve’s mouth twitch. “I’m not the one who’s strangulating their own dick, dude.” 

Eddie groans. “Stevie, please! I’m scared it’ll fall off if we wait any longer, I’m not even kidding. You don’t want my dick to fall off, do you?” 

Steve actually has the decency to look mildly panicked. 

“No! No, of course not. I just dunno what to-”

He trails off and pinches his nose, lips moving in silent thought. Then, he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like fuck this and jumps off the bed. Eddie gawks at him as he starts rummaging through his clothes. 

“What are you-” he starts to say, but then the light catches on the item Steve has just pulled from his pocket, and the words wheeze to a stop. 

Steve flicks open his pocket knife, kneeling back on the bed. His face is stony with determination. 

“It's no use,” he says. “I'm gonna cut it off.” 

“The fuck?” Eddie squawks, skittering backwards on his ass until the headboard stops him. “You're not cutting off my dick!” 

Steve stares at him. 

Eddie stares back. 

“Oooh,” he breathes. “You mean the bow.” 

Steve huffs a laugh. “No shit, genius,” he teases, but his voice is fond. “Why would I cut off your dick? I still need it. Now stop squirming.” 

It's weirdly thrilling, the cold bite of the blade sliding between his skin and the ribbon. Eddie swallows past the bundle of nerves in his throat and forces himself to stay very still. 

There's a tug, and a sharp flash of pain as the ribbon pulls taut, and then- 

“Gotcha,” Steve cheers, dangling the ribbon in the air like some kind of prize. 

Eddie sags back into the sheets. “Fuck, finally.” 

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, chucking the bow and the knife aside so that he can bracket Eddie with his arms and lean in for a kiss. “What do we learn from this? No more ribbons.” 

One of his hands slips between them, starting to pump Eddie’s still sensitive cock with gentle pressure. 

“No more ribbons,” Eddie agrees around a moan. “But we may have to talk about the knife again.”

And if Steve’s grip gets a little more harsh at that, his kisses a little more hungry? Well, it looks like they'll have some fun after all.

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[inndelibles]

Qiu x Reader/MC (Step 2)

Warnings: implied depression

I love that Qiu is confirmed to have ADHD, but also the way they are in the step 2 preview seems like a good ol' ADHD + depression smoothie. I know very well what that's like and this is actually loosely based on my own experiences at that age. Hope you enjoy ♡

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Just like every other morning, your first destination after leaving for school was Qiu’s house. You two going to school together was an unspoken rule, and it was one you were happy to have in place. Not only was Qiu your best friend, but you held Qiu very close to your heart. Qiu did the same.

Even if it had always gone unacknowledged, it was undeniable that there was an incredibly special bond between the two of you. Qiu changed as they grew, closing themselves off to the world, but no matter how cold they may seem to everyone else, a soft spot for you remained. It always remained.

You arrived at the fort and went through your usual routine of tapping whatever appendage Qiu had dangling down (this time it was their feet) to get their attention. Qiu lifted their legs back up into the little nook they were huddled in without a word, now fully out of sight.

While it was a little odd to not receive a verbal response from them, you were used to the resistance and climbed up the rope until you could see inside the fort. Qiu was hugging their knees to their chest, curled in a ball and looking away from you. That only prompted you to climb in fully.

“Autumn?”

“Go away,” Qiu mumbled, still facing away.

That was a bit colder than you were used to, even for Qiu. You inched toward them, but Qiu only pulled away more.

“I’m not going,” they insisted.

You grew more concerned by the second. You tried to move so you could see more of Qiu, but the tight space made it difficult. At least Qiu took a little mercy on you and ever so slightly turned their head, meeting your eyes. Their expression was unreadable; their voice, however, was not.

“…Please don’t make me go.”

It was a quiet, broken thing. You immediately abandoned the idea of school and threw your backpack out of the fort, wanting nothing but to help Qiu feel better.

“I won’t,” you said, gently placing a hand on Qiu’s shoulder. They looked away once again, shame evident in the way they hunched over even more than they already were.

“You shouldn’t skip ‘cause of me.”

A shrug was the only answer you gave while staying put. At this moment, school was the least of your worries. You scooted over just a bit so that you were fully next to Qiu and began to softly play with their hair, tucking it behind their ear. It was a habit you got into not long after you two met, and Qiu always welcomed the soothing touch. This time was no different. They closed their eyes and leaned into the feeling.

A wave of emotions crossed Qiu’s face until they finally scrunched it up and furrowed their brows. You were confused at first, but then you noticed the other’s eyes were glossy–Qiu was trying not to cry. Without hesitation, you put an arm around Qiu and pulled them in so that their head was resting on your shoulder.

You murmured delicately into their hair. “It’s okay.”

No matter how strongly you trusted each other, Qiu still sometimes needed encouragement to open up. You would gladly provide that encouragement any time.

Now having permission, Qiu let themselves cry. It wasn’t loud or intense, not even close to a sob, but it was enough to see that they had reached some sort of limit. Over the last few weeks, you noticed the way their face sagged and the slow, lethargic way they moved; Qiu’s crying was caused by complete and utter exhaustion.

After a few minutes, they took some deep breaths and lifted their face to look at you, their best friend in the world.

“Love you.”

For some people, that phrase was only used in a very specific way. It had lots of connotations and hidden meanings, and it was a phrase saved for special occasions.

Not for you and Qiu.

You were easily the most important people in each other’s lives. You shared an unparalleled level of trust, an indestructible desire to always be together, and you both knew it. In each of your minds, there was absolutely no reason to hold back in expressing that. Besides, there was no other word that could really encapsulate what you felt. It was love, plain and simple. It never mattered what kind of love it was, and it could change and evolve, but it was always, always love.

“I love you too, Qiu.”

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