#its kind of fun to do though........ makes nice texture

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

if you can't see them, they can't see you, right?

[thenegativitypit]

Me: Honestly just trying to get more fun and interesting fruits and veggies in my diet because they taste good, have vitamins and shit, and I've been uninspired with cooking lately

Food blogs: #Vegan #EatGuiltFree

Food blogs: Casual ableism ❤️

Food blogs: Let me sell you my religion

Food blogs: One serving - fewer calories than you'd feed to your toddler

Food blogs: One serving (smoothie bowl edition) - more food than you've eaten in one sitting in your entire life

Food blogs: #Healthy #Raw #Sugar-Free (contains large amounts of artificial sweeteners)

Food blogs: It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle.

😭

ETA BECAUSE I FORGOT IT AND RAN INTO IT INSTANTLY:

Food blogs: Nice Cream 😊 Because if you eat dairy you're not nice 😊

[dadsbongos]

dungeon meshi gave me an excuse to write clone porn

2.6 k words / warnings - readers have boobs and vagina, oral (laios + reader receiving), thigh fucking, porn without plot like none at all, not proofread + written while sleep deprived

summary - on your honeymoon, you and laios have a special kind of shapeshifter encounter

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“Who keeps two towels in the whole house?” you grumble, pulling on the shoes you’d kicked off just minutes ago.

“Like I said, they probably keep some in the shed,” Laios is directly behind you, shoes on and wired to step outside, “Vacation houses out here are rare, but their sheds are more useful for storage than farming tools.”

“Still, did they not think to prepare a little more?” your frustration is not so easily tempered, “They knew a king was coming, didn’t they?”

“I’m sure they did,” Laios opens the front door for you, ushering you outside, “Marcille seemed pretty sure she set this up nicely for us. It’s just a short walk around the back, I could go by myself if you want to finish showering?”

His suggestion makes you sigh, you shake your head, huddling closer to him as chilled wind scathes your damp skin, “I’m just annoyed, it’s nothing for me to be so hostile about… Sorry for losing my mind.”

“I don’t mind,” he smooches the crown of your head and ventures around the house. You chase after, having to keep a hand dragging along the wall to avoid tripping.

“Laios!” you wail, unable to make him out with gray clogging your whole vision, “Laios!”

“Yeah?” you slam into his chest, letting out a muted ‘oomf!’ at the impact.

“It’s so foggy out here,” you grumble.

“It is, guess I forgot how terrible it could be.”

“Dunno how you could forget anything like this.”

Laios groans in irritation at the weather, blindly reaching out until he’s got a hand on your shoulder. Once he’s certain of your position, he reaches out again, “Here, take my hand, I don’t want you to get separated from me.”

You take the hand extended and let Laios tug you towards the shed. By the time you’re inside and the hanging overhead lantern is lit, a sudden discovery is made.

There are two extra bodies among you. You hold one Laios, and the Laios across from you holds the hand of your copy.

A gasp echoes through the room, distinctly Laios-like in passion.

Seems a monster has crossed your paths.

One Laios is taller, a mere two inches, and you think if you really stare that same Laios’ chest is slightly bigger too. He’s also smiling, beaming really, right off the bat while the second Laios’ excitement is more contained to shaking hands and meek giggles. To be fair to both, they thought they’d never see a monster again so you let the strange giddy slide.

However, your duplicate is scary in how precisely Laios remembers you. Your hair is a bit bouncier and lips more glossy than current, but she’s undeniably accurate. Its legs, the swell of its breasts, the mold of its waist -- almost as though you’re gazing through a mirror.

“This would probably be easier if it wasn’t just us,” you think aloud, looking at the two Laioses only to see them poking and prodding at one another.

“They don’t seem too keen on figuring out which is which,” your copy mumbles, earning a glare from you.

“It’s a shapeshifter!” the slightly shorter Laios (who you’re now electing to dub Laios A) shouts, “I haven’t seen one of these in forever! I thought I never would again!”

The other one, Laios B, nods and yanks Laios A’s hair experimentally, then groping his bicep, “It really feels just like I do! Soft, but firm skin and the hair texture’s exactly right!”

As if thinking in sync, the pair slowly turn towards the yous. Four hands turn unto you both to squeeze and roll down the planes of your body. Or, bodies, considering they’re petting down your copy as well.

“Practically identical!” Laios A squeals, kissing your cheek then your copy’s, “Even the plumpness of their cheeks feel the same!”

“Glad you’re having fun,” your dupe cuts in, “but shouldn’t we try getting rid of the fakes before they get rid of us?”

Oh, that little wench.

“Let Laios have fun,” you smack its arm, “You should know this is rare for him now.”

“That attitude’s terrible! He could die if we keep messing around!” it glares at you with an accusatory finger-wag, “I bet you want us to waste time, you fake!”

“You’re the fake, you fake!”

Laios A has to restrain you with both arms around your waist -- while Laios B does the same for your shifter -- to prevent you from knocking a fist into its stupid, fake face.

“There’s gotta be a way to figure out which ones the real one without breaking into fights,” Laios B fusses, hugging the shifter tighter to soothe her. Which, in turn, only agitates you more because what if that Laios is the real one, and he’s in horrible danger holding that monster?!

“We can’t just cut ourselves open,” Laios A’s chest reverberates at your back, then his hand skims down the front of your stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath your waistband, “But maybe we could tell each other’s behaviors apart some other way…”

“Oh, so it’s like that?” you tilt your head back to stare up at Laios A.

He nods, terminally serious despite the pinkish hue trailing from his cheeks to his neck, “It’s like that,” he then darts his eyes between you and your copy, “Can we?”

The real question seems to be: can you two get along for now?

Are you so devoted to Laios that you’re willing to play nice with something so grating?

You sigh and reach up to cup Laios A’s cheek, “Yeah, we can.”

Both Laioses rush to undo the tie of their trousers, only to be stopped by you and your copy -- the two of you falling onto your knees, creeping hands under Laios’ shirt and beneath his pants.

Yanking the soft material down to unveil thick thighs, Laios A above you gasps quietly at the cool air brushing his exposed skin. Your lips climb the meat of his leg, noting that Laios B’s thighs are looking a little rounder. Not that it matters, you’ll gladly bite and suck both.

Fingers dancing along the apple of your cheek redirect your attention, Laios A’s face tinged crimson. You smooch the bone of his hip, nails scaling along the back of his thighs to pull him closer. Beside your face, his cock hardens, color deepening towards his mushroom tip; he keens for more attention, unintentionally smearing leaky precum over your face as his erection twitches. You smooth a thumb along his underside before chastly pecking the weepy head.

Laios B’s hands strip your copy’s shirt, lifting it to paw at its breasts. He kisses down the column of its neck before reaching out for you as well. Rising onto your feet, you run your hands up Laios B’s back to shirk off his top -- Laios A awkwardly lingering behind your clone. His hands find the waistband of its pants, snaking beneath the lip to plunge into its panties.

You press a kiss to Laios B, he doesn’t turn to return the affection, but you recover quickly by pulling down both you and your duplicate’s bottoms. Laios A’s neck cranes over your copy’s shoulder to snatch your lips for himself. Laios B’s hands warm and calloused from labor as they careen up your waist to rid you of your shirt as well. He sucks a violet array from your shoulder to jaw, grinding his turgid girth between your thighs -- your wetness welcoming him.

Laios A moans at the sight of himself thrusting along your soaked slit, fingers quickening inside your copy until its own slick is rolling towards the floor. While Laios B releases muted groans and puffs into your ear.

“Need to be inside you,” Laios A whines, kissing your copy’s lips before striding past all three of you towards the center of the room. Laios B and you tilt to watch him.

Laios A quickly flattens his back against the floor, cobblestone acclimating to his rising body heat, he pulls you down by the waist -- then beckoning your copy via wave. One of his hands cradles your waist while the other smoothes along your copy’s thigh. Silently urging it to kneel over his face, all while his twitching cock bobs toward the apex of your thighs.

“Want to know if here’s the same, too,” Laios A murmurs into your dupe’s thighs, sharply jerking his hips towards yours.

Suddenly, large hands are burrowing into the thicket of your hair, swerving your eyes to Laios B. Your tongue lulls in time with your copy, lips brushing hers around the base of Laios B’s flushed head. Needily, he mushes your faces together, thrusting between the wet cavern of your mouths. Hands just as soft as yours slither beneath you to work Laios A inside you. Laios A snaps his knees up, feet on the floor, to aid your copy’s effort. His hips buck up, punching air from your chest as he pops into your hole.

A louder mewl slithers past your copy’s lips, Laios A’s tongue lathering its slit before pausing at its clit, bathing the bud in extra attention. His thumbs splay it open just for easier access to tongue-fuck. Meanwhile, your sleepy bouncing rhythm is interrupted by abrupt, sharp humping throwing you off balance. The only reason you don’t fall over is Laios B stubbornly holds your head still, fucking the sodden gap between yours and your clone’s faces; otherwise leaving you to your own devices. You manage to catch yourself on Laios A’s chest, firm muscles flexing beneath your palms with his throaty hums and whimpers of pleasure.

Your tongue clashes with your clone’s -- soft and wet and warm.

Pulling both your heads back, Laios B rearranges you so your clone is left squealing around his balls while he slaps the meaty weight of his cock on your tongue. Sliding toward the back of your throat, his face flushes as he hungrily coaxes your head further down. Until your molten cheeks meet the protrusions of his pelvic bones.

A hand bigger than yours (though smaller than the one in your hair) rests on your flexing tummy, pressing against the bulging evidence of which Laios is inside you. Laios A groans at the feeling, and you quickly fumble your hand over his, pressing harder with a delighted gasp that ends in a gag and choke. Their sizes are indecipherable, and if the mood were different you could almost be ashamed by how perverted it makes you seem.

Laios B throws his head back as your throat spasms around his tip, lip cinched between his teeth and brows furrowed. He forces your head side-to-side, reveling in the bend of your muscles shifting to accommodate his dick. Laios A, however, stretches his hand (a little uncomfortably) so his thumb can swish messily against your clit. Your volume grows, quickly overpowering both Laios B and your own duplicate. Spurring Laios A to hasten, jostling you with his powerful drilling paired with stimulating your clit.

The other hand of Laios A has found one of your clone’s tits, squeezing and padding the nipple with his thumb. She’s grinding down against his nose, hips jumping and muffled mewls just barely scratching past its lips into the sensitive sack of Laios B’s balls. Spit gurgling down its chin, drying against its breasts and Laios A’s hand.

Drool steadily pools at the pucker of your own lips, pushed out everytime B shoves in -- saliva splatters his hips, dripping down his thighs and soaking his base as well as your entire lower face. The quicker he fucks your face, the sloppier and wetter it gets. Which is certainly in character for Laios.

But so is the way the one on his back is staving off his burgeoning orgasm to make sure (both of) you finish first. Something he always tries.

Laios A’s hips snap up firmly, crooking up into you midair, deep as possible to ensure all his cum is milked by your cunt. He moans into your clone’s cunt, now content to let his tongue hang out as it fucks his face -- his hand still squishing its tit.

Yet something he always fails.

Laios usually cums before you, but he’s also got the stamina to soldier on until you drop.

Determined, Laios swirls your clit, fevered thrusts slowing to meet your bouncing on his cock. Another slush of saliva oozes past your lips, lubing the shapeshifter as you cry around its erection. Laios fucks you through your orgasm, evidently loving how cum spews from your weeping cunt -- leaking down his cock, over his nuts, and spilling onto the cobblestone below.

Faux Laios spits cum down your throat with a few final aggressive jerks. Your clone is the last, and the quietest, shy huffs scarcely audible between skin on skin and both you and Laios’ noisy crooning.

The shapeshifters tumble off, thoroughly exhausted, and you fare no better collapsing into Laios’ chest. He leisurely jabs the last of your energy from you before pulling out altogether. Sweetly pecking your forehead, Laios murmurs something you don’t quite catch before he rises -- still naked -- to drive off the imposters.

Snagging both by the back of their necks, Laios herds the pair towards the back wall, then scooping you up to carry towards the main house. Once your doppelgangers are locked outside, Laios can focus on getting you in bed.

You pinch the juncture of his neck, yawning into his chest, “Clothes…”

“I know, I know,” he slumps against the door upon getting inside, laying his head over yours -- eyes fluttering with drowsiness as soon as he crosses into the master bed, “I’ll go back when the shapeshifter’s dealt with. You brought more clothes, right?”

You nod clumsily. Then peek at him through heavy lashes, “How do you know I’m the right one anyway?”

(you trust him to know which you was which, you just want him to bask in this)

Laios grins, visibly excited to share as he slips you beneath the sheets, “You’re always loud when we have sex, so I knew the version of you trying to be quiet couldn’t be it. And it was too shy about sitting on my face -- we’ve been together a while so you should be used to it by now,” his expression grows somehow brighter before disappearing from your sight, voice lively from the bathroom, “Could you tell which me was me?”

“Mhm,” you wait for him to return with a damp washcloth before mumbling your own reasoning, “The other one was too rough, kept shovin’ my head. And he never kissed me,” you fling a hand out, and Laios moves his head so your palm lands on his cheek, “Which was very unlike you.”

“You’re so smart,” he muses, shifting to kiss your palm before lacing his free hand with yours and retucking it in bed so he can properly clean the mixed cum between your thighs. Then, suddenly, he’s frowning.

“Aw, what’s wrong?”

“This might actually be my last time seeing a monster, unless it's a corpse Izutsumi brings me…”

“Poor baby,” you’ll never understand his fascination -- monsters are deadly and terrible and most are ugly as sin, but you’re useless to denying Laios anything so you always indulge him, “You could sing me the mermaids’ song, would that help you feel better?”

Laios sits up straighter, finishing cleaning you off, “Can I sing to the end? I never get to finish it.”

“Of course, you can.”

Quiet, hysterical giggles leave Laios’ mouth as he slides into bed beside you, hugging you into his chest before clearing his throat to begin singing.

(you have to keep pinching yourself awake to actually let Laios finish the song before falling asleep, but his grateful little kisses on your hairline are enough thanks)

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 ༻

I can't stop thinking about the tieflings and their pretty fire pokers so here we are. Please enjoy xoxo

Zevlor - Dammon - Rolan - NSFW - Cock Talk

Zevlor

His cock is by far the most fascinating.

Zevlor's cock is so pretty and girthy, definitely the biggest of the three. So if you have a size kink this is the route to take because you'll be amazed at the sheer size of it.

Don't worry though, he won't ever force it all in at once. Zevlor would never hurt you, EVER! He'll take his time with you, warming you up and slowly pushing himself into you until you're ready to take all of him.

I know you've seen his face, well im happy to tell you that his cock comes with ridges just like on his face. Oh gosh, and its so veiny. The texture of his cock is enough to make you have an orgasm, you'll be trembling under him as soon as it enters you.

Like you can also feel him in your guts and he's not even trying.

He's cut with a beautiful smooth mushroom head. It does take some getting used to when it enters you. But licking it is something you've become obsessed with because of how it feels in your mouth, so that helps lube him up before.

Fuck, this mans cock always makes you feel worshiped and adored.

Did i mention Zevlor's cock comes with a nice curve to it, yup, that's right. This gentleman was absolutely blessed by the cock gods and he'll be able to hit all your favorite spots. Please expect to cum multiple times while with this man.

Fear not, because while you're a panting mess with his cum dribbling out of you, Zevlor will go find something to clean you off with and even bring you a glass of something to drink. Bath? If he can, he'll provide you with one.

Dammon

Dammon, sweet sweet Dammon. This man has a very pretty cock, you're obsessed with it okay.

Dammon isn't as large as Zevlor but he still has a good length to him along with just the right amount of girth.

Just because he isn't the biggest doesn't mean he can't fill you, because believe me, he can.

Always oozing pre cum which gives his head a nice sheen to it. Oh god you love the way his precum makes his head glisten, you can't help but want to fall to your knees and lick it clean.

His cock is uncut, not too veiny but has a nice contrast from the head to the shaft for your pleasure.

When the two of you first experienced sex his cock was the right amount of sweet and painful.

Let's be honest this man knows how to use his cock okay.

The way Dammon works his cock into you makes you feel so loved and like you're the only one for him, but that's not always the case. Dammon has two moods when it comes to his cock, sweetest tiefling in the world, and also the meanest tiefling in the world.

He can work your body as if you were a goddess or he can use and abuse you as if you were some sort of sleeve made for his cock.

This is why he's perfect, because even after he's made you a mess and treated you like some fuck doll he's right there at your side kissing your forehead with his arms wrapped around you. He'll always have something ready to clean you up with and he's not the kind of guy to just up and leave after hot ass sex.

Rolan

Rooolan!! Our precious sassy Rolan. I love imagining his cock. Its so fun.

Its so pretty, like sooooo pretty and it hits all the right spots.

Rolan has a very sensitive cock as well, like all you have to do is touch it and his breath will catch in his throat.

Lick it/ Suck it and he becomes a squirming mess because he's so damn sensitive.

Teasing him is an absolute delight :D.

Not veiny at all but has a nice curve to it. Rolan also has more length than girth.

Be prepared because this mans cock will hit your cervix.

It might hurt at first which he has mixed feeling about. He hates that you wince in pain but at the same time hes so proud that he can do that to you.

Sometimes it might even bruise you so like i said, be prepared.

Eventually you'll warm up to it though and it'll become the best thing you've ever experienced.

Oh yeah, remember i said his dick is sensitve, well yeah in the start of your sexual relationship he doens't last long.

Like your walls clenching his cock has him a trembling mess and he's trying his best not to orgasm right then and there. He wants to last a long time for you but sometimes its just hard.

I feel like i need to add this but Rolan is 100% clean shaven. Like he hates hair down there on himself. He doesn't mind it if it grows out a little, but it makes him feel very unclean. He's a pretty tiefling and he wants to keep it that way.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Dashi Design (and her lore for my au)

DASHIIIIIII she has my life eeee

Dashi is my go getter queen, also the headshot of her is her correct hair texture its just that the total body art is a bit older but yeh :>

Dashi lore for my au under the cut

ONTO THE LORE FOR DASHI IN MY AU 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, let's take a little look at her interests- surfing, photography, going out to cave dive for those photos-

And she does all of this stuff, that alot of people might only do as hobbies, to the max!

Whenever she has any interest she always goes as high as she possibly can-

Her family is kinda rich, like "we have rich person hobbies and have expensive vacations every year 💅" kind of rich. Hence why she was able to get so much support for all her interests at a young age, whether it be surfing or photography competitions and so on.

Anyways she's also got an older brother, (I've named him Dan btw) and he's the eldest

See the thing about him and dashi is that they used to be super close as kids yk? He was the oldest sibgling and big brother and both he and dashi were both similar in alot of ways! They were both super competitive and determined to reach their goals, he also was the one who got her into surfing and taught her a ton of stuff!

They were close kinda like how dashi and koshi are...

The thing is though a big part of his identity was being the golden child and amazing big brother and perfect high achiever son, so when dashi started getting older and developing her like.. whole seperate interests and identity that her brother...

Well they started clashing alot, because well she couldn't play the "little sister" that he could teach so everyone could admire how amazing he was, instead she was having her own achievements that he couldn't have any credit in.

He was the kind of older brother who... well choose to be kinda patronizing to make themselves more masculine and popular... and at a certain point it went from "aw big brother helping teach his lil sister!" To " ur actually talking down on me and I hate that, and whenever i try to bring it up you act like I'm a 5 year old when I'm not. Also I dont need ur bad advice on this, I know what I'm doing and ur just acting like a pro in something u don't know anything about"

Alot of his identity and self worth comes from bragging about *his* achievements

The undermining of her own achievements didn't even just come from him either, alot of her passions and skills were just seen as hobbies for fun and not real jobs. Its why she ended up as primarily a computer specialist, she worked as a meteorologist actually! She would use those advanced machines and systems to track and decipher weather, and even was a co-pilot for the weather researchers... but her parents just kinda saw it as her just "being a weather girl"

Her parents are genuinely very kind and caring, nuturing her interests and always trying to be there for her emotional needs but, but they're very out of touch. The type of people to just... not understand why saying a certain phrase *actually is kinda specist* or *why photography actually matters to helping climate change* or *hey actually you can't just try to feed wild animals food even if they act cute cuz it'll hurt them and no it actually IS really bad for a variety of reasons and-*

That sorta thing...

They do genuinely love and try to support her tho, they just... wanted her to get a real job so she could have a good life :/ they're genuie ly nice folks who love to help people out tho

Regardless though,dashi still wanted to fulfill her passions and dreams and needs,and then she learned about the octonauts

at the time thr octonauts were a VERY experimental and risky organization, but she did research and genuinely believed and wanted to be part of what could possibly be a revolutionary organization for rescue, research, exploration, and conservation-

So she applied in secret.

The thing is though, Dan had found out. Their relationship at the time was strained at best but they were still siblings. But then he snitched.

her parents. Freaked. Out

To say they were concerned about their daughter going out to just- possibly- "die in the middle of the ocean!" Or "be stuck and trapped with strangers in the middle of the ocean!" Or "struggle to ever settle down because you're in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get eaten by a whale and cry because u weren't ever able to get back with ur ex u sarcastically said ud get back with because we kept talking about how amazing he was and how we thought ud get married and how sad that made us and then you'd die in a whale in the middle of the ocean!" Or whatever 🙄

Like girl did get swallowed by a whale but it was chill yall need to calm down 💅 like so what if siphonphores tried to eat her once or if the octopods crashed or nearly crashed several times? Like she handled it yall need to have some faith in ur daughter smh

Anyways needless to say they made the process SO HARD esp since Dan STOLE HER LAPTOP WITH HER FILES because he was "woRriEd foR hIs baby SiStEr trYiNg tO ruuN AwAy🥺🥺🥺" She is a grown woman btw and a highly renowned professional in her career.

anyways she managed to join thr octonauts anyways and her parents did chill at least half a year later once they realized she wasn't gonna die in the ocean and that she was fine not "settling down" for a while, they still DONT understand it but like they were just worried their daughter was going crazy and running away (THANKS FOR ADDING A BUNCH OF DRAMATIC LIES TO CHANGE THE STORY DAN)

Anyways she and Dan don't talk anymore, if u ask either of them about it "they just drifted apart", koshi doesn't really know what all the drama that happened was tbh :/ she just remembered them fighting over a laptop and figures they never really got along 😐👍

Anyways dashi makes it a point to never make koshi feel the way dan made her feel

Also dan ended up becoming a lawyer for businesses if u were interested :/

Dashis parents sound pretty bad here and they def aren't perfect, but they're usually just uninformed and they genuinely do have a "we should help everyone in our community ^v^ " mindset and taught dashi alot about self confidence and etc

If u made it this far then congrats!

Btw she didn't start out as a scientist when she joined the octonauts,its actually something that she added to her skillsets and shellington supported her thru it

I'll have to make a dashington post soon lol and also tall about her relationships with the rest of the octonauts crew

She and peso were the last two octonauts to join

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[otomehoneyybearr]

Kagari Amagase

Things I can Only Do With You at Night: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Card

Emma: "The sakura manju is delicious! It's so cute and round that I find myself admiring it for a while before taking a bite."

Emma: "Prince Kagari, would you like one too?"

Kagari: "Sure."

After watching over the shopkeeper’s belongings, Prince Kagari really did go around the festival with me.

It’s so much more fun—no, infinitely more fun—with someone else, and I could feel my spirits lifting compared to when I wandered alone.

(Prince Kagari is…)

(Hmm… I can’t tell anything from his expression.)

I stopped in front of a stall that caught my eye.

Emma: "Prince Kagari, look, there’s a ring toss game!"

Kagari: "Yeah, I can see that."

(The prizes vary depending on the score you get.)

(Oh, that little basket bag at the top is so lovely! But it looks like you need to get the highest score to win it.)

Kagari: "…"

(Maybe I should give it a try. It could make for a nice festival memory!)

Emma: "Prince Kagari, do you want to try the ring toss too?"

Kagari: "Sure."

(Ugh… I didn’t land a single ring. They were softer than I expected and kept flying off in weird directions.)

The prize I chose with my score was a bottle of colorful konpeito (sugar stars). Its cuteness made me forget my disappointment entirely.

(Still, Prince Kagari casually scored the highest. I should’ve asked him for tips.)

Kagari: "Here, take this Princess."

He handed me the lace basket bag I had been eyeing.

Emma: "Is it really okay…?"

Kagari: "I wouldn’t use it if I kept it."

Kagari: "From the looks of it, it’s well-crafted by a top-tier workshop. It’s sturdy and will last a long time."

Emma: "Then, I’ll accept it… Thank you."

The bag was well-made, with a smooth and pleasant texture. A small sakura charm dangled gently from the handle.

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: "You’re easy to read. That’s something I’ve learned about you."

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(I must’ve let my feelings show again.)

(There were plenty of other prizes he could’ve picked. Maybe he chose this on a whim, but… I’m so happy.)

Emma: "Ah…"

Suddenly, Prince Kagari grabbed my hand and took a bite of my strawberry candy.

Watching him lick his lower lip up close sent my heart racing.

Emma: "Please, just tell me if you want some!"

Kagari: "If I told you, I wouldn’t get to see your reaction."

(He means when I get flustered, doesn’t he?)

(It feels like he’s made this a kind of game… but still…)

When I stole a glance at Prince Kagari, his expression remained unreadable, though the corners of his eyes had softened just a bit.

(Well, if he’s enjoying himself too, then I suppose it’s fine.)

Trying to hide my own smile, I took a bite of the strawberry candy as well.

(Maybe I’ll switch out my current pochette for the basket bag.)

(Oh, wait…)

Kagari:  "What’s wrong Princess?"

Emma: "Prince Kagari, do you have a moment later?"

....

Emma: "Would you like to light some sparklers with me?"

After finishing with the stalls and returning from the bustling streets to the castle, I opened the wooden box I had taken out of my bag.

Emma: "Someone gave me these sparklers while I was helping with festival preparations."

Emma: " I was saving them for the festival day, and I’d really like it if you’d join me. If you’d like…"

Kagari: "…"

Emma: "Prince Kagari?"

Kagari: "It’s nothing."

Kagari: "I just thought it was a little childish to suddenly want fire."

Emma: "Would you like a sparkler?"

Kagari: "Sure."

(He agreed! That’s a relief.)

Something about the slight widening of his green eyes caught my attention, but I handed him a sparkler nonetheless.

For some reason, Prince Kagari stared at it for a while before finally taking it.

With anticipation in my chest, I brought the sparkler close to the candle flame he had lit for me.

A small orb of fire blossomed like a flower bud, scattering orange sparks with a gentle crackle.

(It’s so beautiful…)

It didn’t have the grandeur of fireworks in the sky, but the way the sparks changed shape over time was ephemeral and captivating—enough to make me forget to blink.

(Wow, the sparks are growing even brighter and stronger now.)

Kagari: "…."

Emma: "Prince Kagari, your sparkler is beautiful too."

Kagari: "…Yeah, it’s mesmerizing."

(But his gaze hasn’t left me this whole time…)

(Maybe he prefers how my sparkler burns?)

(Ah, the sparks are starting to fade.)

As the end neared, the number of falling sparks lessened, and the glowing orb quietly dropped away.

Prince Kagari’s sparkler also went out, and the quiet that followed felt tinged with a certain melancholy.

(Perhaps I feel this way because the festival is truly coming to an end.)

Emma: "…I’ve found one more thing I love in Kogyoku.”

Kagari: "You have a low threshold for liking things, don’t you?"

Kagari: "When you leave Kogyoku, tell me how many things you’ve come to like."

Emma: "You’ll be surprised! Please look forward to it."

Emma: "Prince Kagari, thank you for accompanying me to the festival and lighting sparklers with me."

Kagari: "I just had the time."

Emma: "Even so, I’m happy that you spent that time with me."

When I look back on today, the fun memories come rushing back one after another.

I got to interact with many people from the town while helping prepare for the festival.

(Surely, the next time I see them, I’ll be able to greet them more casually. But…)

I suddenly found myself imagining the day I’d eventually have to leave Kogyoku.

The pang of sadness that welled up was even stronger than what I’d felt when the sparklers had burned out, and my gaze unconsciously turned to Prince Kagari.

(Prince Kagari is…)

(…He’ll probably be the same as ever.)

……

The next day, I went to a sweets shop to buy some dorayaki-flavored candies.

There, I heard a startling story from the boy who had given me the sparklers.

Boy: "They say, if you do sparklers with someone you care about, just the two of you with no interruptions, you’ll be bound together."

Boy: "That’s what I wanted to tell you that day!"

Emma: "I see…"

Emma: "Is that a legend everyone in Kogyoku knows?"

Boy: "Yep. If anything, it’s rare for someone not to know it."

Emma: ".....Is that so."

(If he’d just said doing sparklers at the festival brings good fortune, it would’ve been better but…)

As I forced myself to suppress the dizziness creeping up on me, my cheeks grew hot at the thought of Prince Kagari.

(Does Prince Kagari know this legend too? …No, he probably doesn’t remember things he’s not interested in.)

(And he isn’t someone I care for in THAT way, so there’s no reason to be flustered…)

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: "…"

Emma: "Prince Kagari?"

Kagari: "It’s nothing."

●●●●●● Flashback End●●●●●●

(…Could he have misunderstood something? No, there’s no way…)

(......…)

(How should I react the next time I meet Prince Kagari…?)

…….

Shigure: "Hey, Kagari, why’d you have Emma help with the festival preparations?"

After the regular meeting, Shigure's question stopped Kagari in his tracks.

Kagari: "…It was a whim."

Kagari: "If I had to give a reason, it’s because I thought she’d find it easier to spend time here if she got to know a few more faces in this unfamiliar country."

Shigure: "Wow, that’s…kind of thoughtful."

Kagari: "Besides, if people recognize her as someone I know, they'll keep an eye on her out of curiosity."

Shigure: "Wow, that’s…heartless."

Kagari: "You didn’t know that about me?"

Shigure: "I did, actually. Well, having the townsfolk keep an eye out could be useful if something happens, so I see where you’re coming from."

Shigure: "And what about the festival day itself? After dealing with that enemy, you disappeared somewhere."

Kagari: "I went around the festival stalls with her and did sparklers."

Shigure: "Anyone else there? …Just the two of you?"

Kagari: "Just the two of us."

Shigure: "Ah, I see. I see."

Kagari: "…? What’s with that creepy look on your face?"

Shigure: "Wait, do you not know about the sparklers legend, Kagari?"

Kagari: "I don’t."

Kagari: "That was my first time even holding sparklers."

Shigure: "Ah, I see. Well then…"

Kagari: "Honestly, I couldn’t understand what was so enjoyable about it that she’d light up like that…"

Unconsciously, Kagari's jade-green eyes wandered toward the spot where he and Emma had lit sparklers the previous night.

Kagari: "…But I got to see something good."

Kagari: "I wouldn’t mind doing it again…with her."

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[adobe-outdesign]

Have you reviewed Ekans and Arbok yet?

Ekans is, shock of all shocks, a snake; probably a rattlesnake of some kind given the tail, though it also looks a bit like a ring-necked snake given the markings.

Visually, it's a least fairly striking. The purple makes for a nice base color and reflects its poison typing, while the high-contrast yellow neck, tail, underbelly and eyes compliment it well. I like the eyes a lot too, which are stylized to have a single vertical line as a pupil.

I will say that in some earlier art all of the ring on its body were yellow, and honestly I prefer it like that. It gives there a reason to have the otherwise random lines (Arbok has them but there it's more of a texture so it's not as odd), and it makes the design all the bolder. I do think it's a bit much combined with the underbelly, but I would've just dropped that entirely in favor of the stripes; it's curled up most of the time, so it's not like you see that element a lot.

Also, I think the mouth is a bit weird; no fangs (not that all snakes have fangs mind you), round shape, and a weirdly human tongue instead of a snake-like one. It doesn't need to have all three, but I do wish it had at least one of those elements, as the shape just looks strange and it comes across almost as more of a worm.

Unfortunately it doesn't have much going on with it conceptually yet, which isn't a huge deal given the design is decent. That said, I do wish they could've figured out a way to work the idea of a false face into this design as well, like if it had two false eye dots on the back of its head or something

also side note, what the fuck was going on with its early backsprite

Arbok immediately differentiates itself from its pre-evo by becoming more of a cobra and adding a theme by having a giant face face on the underside of its hood. This is a nod to how some cobras have vaguely face-like markings on their hood (though usually on the back instead of the front):

The face adds an immediate theme and something to remember it by, and it's a pretty neat design too: two orange eyes with yellow eye spots and a black outline along with a black mouth and black angry eyebrows. However, the biggest disappointment here is that for a few gens, Arbok was stated to have up to six different face patterns. We even have examples of some of them:

For some reason all of the different face variations were dropped around I think gen 4, and nowadays we always get the same face pattern. This was such a fun idea and it added a lot to the line, so why drop it? It's not like we haven't had Pokemon with different patterns before (Alcremie, Vivillon, etc.).

Anyway, face aside, the rest of the design is good too. The body is simple so it doesn't distract from the hood, and I really like the shape of the head and the way it has entire rows of teeth instead of just fangs (some early art, like what's shown above, does show it with two sets of fangs, but they seem to have decided against that). I just wish the colors were bolder, as this purple seems washed out. Some of its sprites show it as being much more vibrant, so I don't know why they didn't stick with that.

Anyway, a pretty decent line. Ekans is decent even if it's lacking in concept, and Arbok has a pretty neat thing going on with its hood, only hampered by GameFreak's insistence on not giving it different forms.

As a side note, this line seems like it would perfect for a mega. It's not unfinished as-is or anything, but it feels like there's a ton of potential for more cool designs here.

[sexybritishllama]

well. i finished clair obscur: expedition 33

my non-spoiler thoughts: i love this game. have YOU played clair obscur? will you play clair obscur? when will you play clair obscur

my spoiler thoughts (warning- many):

ughhhh uGHHHHHHHHHH. i'm still processing the ending and honestly my thoughts on that are going to be its own whole post so i'll sort of avoid talking about that for now, but my more general thoughts:

the fact that they found the composer through him just posting on soundcloud and some indie game forum is insane, the music is SO GOOD. it's so atmospheric, there's so MUCH of it, it's such a delight to hear consistently different battle music. nothing bugs me more than when a game has decent music but it only has like, one battle theme and one boss theme, and you hear it so often that you just get sick of it. never happens here! unique themes for EVERY area and then some, unique themes for each boss, each character, variations on different motifs in more calm or frantic environments. love

i LOVED the gameplay, the mix of turn based and QTE kept me so engaged i wasn't bored for a single second. i actually found expeditioner mode perfectly challenging for me.... UNTIL i got to the end of act 2 of so, when the story bosses suddenly starting feeling like they were made like tissue. the final bosses were particularly atrocious for this- i had to literally skip turns just so i could see all the dialogue because even my base attacks were doing too much damage

it seems like they scaled everything for the player who has done literally not a single piece of side content at all, which is kind of an insane decision considering how MUCH side content there is and how natural it is as a player to want to explore and try that out before finishing the story. and i was only level 60! i actually left a lot of side content because my bf warned me in advance not to overlevel. it's a real shame because the final bosses have SUCH cool music and presentation and i wish they felt like an actual challenge

more gameplay notes: the different builds you can do are very fun and i'm looking forward to seeing the mental multipliers people manage to make. i think around a third into the game i was a bit overwhelmed with just HOW MANY weapons and pictos there were, and how often i had to allocate new points or get skills. i got used to it but i do wonder if maybe just turning down the number or frequency of levelling up at least would help + make it feel more significant when you DO get new stuff

some other QOL stuff that would be nice: an actual save button that doesn't just = me forcing autosave; a 'restart battle' button that doesn't make me go back to my last save; an option to save 'sets' of pictos or lumina so you could have different preset builds without needing to manually select them all each time; a beastiary of some kind maybe to keep track of monsters and get some lore as well? that'd be fun

controversially, i think the idea not to add a minimap was great. minimaps kind of ruin games for me. i DO think the addition of some kind of marker on the overworld map to indicate like, you have visited this before, or you have got all of the treasure in here before, would be nice though

art: the landscapes are beautiful, stunning, the contrast between light and dark occasionally a bit much when it came to trying to go down shadowy paths but considering chiaroscuro is literally the name of the game i suppose it was kind of part of the experience

the game did seem to experience occasional textural issues (notably i walked into my bf's room at one point when he was fighting some random enemy, saw that maelle had white hair, asked if that was a spoiler, he said no. ironically enough it actually WASN'T her actual white hair, he hadn't gotten to that point in the game yet- it was genuinely just a textural glitch. it happened with outfits and stuff sometimes too. not crazy common but i assume it could definitely do with some optimisation)

good character designs! i didn't make much use of it because of immersion but i do appreciate the different outfits/hairstyles, will make it fun in postgame or ng+ content

i saw someone with the most baffling take ever which was that 'all the women in this game have same face syndrome and only the guys get to be unique' which i thought was insane because the guys look so similar i literally thought it was a plot point that they were going to end up all being the same guy or something. also two of them were actually related and so kind of had an excuse. so like. what game were you playing

that same person also said that verso and sciel was 'pseudo-incest' so yknow. i don't think their general reading comprehension or perhaps perception in general is the best. it took all my power to not make this its own vaguepost jsyk. i'm going to hide it in here instead because i know no one will actually read all this but know that reading those takes actually made me feel like i was losing my mind

ANYWAY

i do think the romantic relationship things were unnecessary and felt pretty shoehorned in. luckily they were such a tiny part of the conversation dialogue and pretty easy to ignore that i'm not tooooo bothered, but i really think they should have just left them out

or at the very least let sciel/lune be an option. cmooooon at least in acts 1 and 2 when she doesn't think she can get her husband back. be so fr rn

voice acting was 10/10 across the board, just incredible work all round, honestly no notes here it was just really good

i'm not saying renoir and emet-selch are the same characters by any means. but it IS the second time i've played a jrpg with a compelling old man antagonist who is (initially without our knowledge) mourning the main protagonist's original self and is essentially committing genocide in a world of people he doesn't really consider 'people' so that he can save HIS loved ones. so that's a thing. great character btw

in general the characters were all really well done, dialogue was really believable and flowed well, i loved the way they had actual conflicts with each other and it felt like everyone had their own rich inner worlds and motivations. even just little things like the fact lune is both a scientist/mage person who is very intellectually curious AND she plays guitar- not to be funny but in a lot of jrpgs those would be two very distinct character types ('music type', 'nerdy type') and never the twain shall meet. v refreshing

gustave i miss you. gustave i love you. gustave......

i don't think verso should have been the player character after gustave died. i get from a mechanics standpoint of him taking gustave's lumina and weapons and whatever (even if it does UPSET ME) but he shouldn't have acted as the player character in camp for several reasons

i DID like though that you can swap between what character you can be during any other time without it affecting battles. i liked floating around as lune. wheeee

OH did i mention the general enemy designs are just really cool too?? some like that weird marionette one are so genuinely creepy. great designs

hmmm this has become very long. i have more thoughts probably but a lot of them are to do with the plot and ending, and that's going to be its own thesis entirely, so i'll make a separate post for that. but overall nitpicking and QOL improvements aside, please know this is such a fantastic game. i can tell it's easily going into one of my top games of all time already. everyone say thank u clair obscur. if you haven’t played it yet you shouldn’t be reading this because my blabbering will mean nothing to you anyway but on the off chance you’re lost and ended up at the bottom of this post without having played it pls go buy it right now or get it on game pass or WHATEVER idc just come join me

[settsunoie]

Uta no prince-sama - Shining Channel - Reiji ASMR - English translation

This was sitting around in my computer as a WIP so I finally finished it. It was pretty fun and I may translate more from shining channel.

I may have taken some liberties but Reiji was kinda hard to understand at times and his joking attittude was a pain to translate into another language, same goes for his jokes

Translation uner the cut~

Video

FADE

Reiji : Let's begin this super lovely time !

It's your favorite Kotobuki Reiji.

I know many of you will be asking where am I

It's my home ! Just kidding~

Even tho it's pretty obvious.

I brought some super important stuff for our program.

So on this table, in this well organized and gorgeous place we're gonna do ASMR!

*cheering sounds*

I dunno if everyone knows but ASMR stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.

It is the sensation of feeling tipsy with audio and visual stimulation of the brain.

I always wanted to give it a try !

That's why when I heard I had an hour to try anything I knew this was my chance.

There is a lot of diferent ASMR types.

My subject is the following, "the sounds of food".

You may be asking what kind of food, there are a lot to choose from.

I gathered a bunch of Green food to try.

It was kinda hard to find diferent sounds that fitted this them.

Without further ado, we shall start ! I'm so excited, let's go~

FADE

Kotobuki Reiji's A-S-M-R

First we have a drink

"Pouring melon soda into a glass filled with ice cubes"

*gasping sounds as Reiji pour the melon soda*

….T-to-too much ! It's overflowing. W-Wait cut !

-Please wait-

Ahem sowwy there were too many bubbles and it spilled over~

Let's go right back at it.

*gulps*

Good ! So good it soaks my whole body. My thirst has been quenched.

Ah, ahem, then next are apple flavored sour gummies~

Its cute shape is so heartwarming~

*eats*

*coughs it out*

SOUR, it's so sour ! *pants* It's like my mouth is being squeezed !

But… when it's over, the taste is pretty good though.

The next food is muscat (white grape) flavored ultra big marshmallow.

*pokes it* It's so soft~ The texture too is nice~

Then *CHOMPS* *can't swallow it and chokes on the marshmallow*

*pants* The marshmallow was too big, I thought I was gonna suffocate !

Everyone, don't push yourself too hard.

That's it for sweets, let's dig into savory foods now.

It was made specially for this program, it's the Kotobuki bento's famous green karaage~

Look at this bright green color. It's a lil bit far fetched but it's still green.

I wonder what mom put into this.

As always it never fails to make me feel better.

Even cold, Kotobuki bento's karaage's still the best !

Itadakimasu.

*chomps* *regrets it* OMG SO SPICY *rolls on the floor* I can't, no I just, it's too much I can't, I can't !

Water, need water *grabs and chugs the glass of water*

-Please wait-

*pants* What was that. It's pure madness, food madness. I'm a victim of spice and it hurts, it's still hurting.

It's like something out of a punishment game...

Mom what in the world did you put inside ?

What's this…?

"-Pickled for one day, hottest red pepper

-Green peppers kneaded in a cloth

Ps : Pretty excited for the show.

From mom"

…she says, I don't need this, it hurts even more !

Ehhhh… That said, how was my firt try at ASMR ?

Give me your thougts and give a like !

Goodbye necktie (<- TN : in jp it's literally word play on sarabada (goodbye) and salad bar, as the two sound similar, so reiji-like)

[onskepa]

Merry Christmas....?

Helloooooooooooo everyone! This is a christmas special from me to you guys! Hope you enjoy this lovely fic! also, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

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These days the Omatikaya forest has been feeling a bit cooler than usual. Not cold enough to change into warmer clothing, but the change is noticeable and nice. Rain would come soon, and the days would be a bit darker. Something everyone looks forward too. More rain means more prosperity in wild life. 

While that is something the na’vi looks forward to, Jake is secretly looking forward to something else. 

“Huh, it's almost christmas…” Jake muttered as he checked in human time. According to the time data, it would be December, more specifically, December 22nd. Just a day away from christmas eve. 

More than half of the village knows what christmas is, thanks to late grace augustine teaching them the human holidays and traditions. One thing that surprised jake was that they were not very interested in christmas. 

“Why would a large man sneak into your home, observe your children sleeping and leave things behind that not even the parents know about? And what kind of animal that can fly but has no form of wings?” neytiri would say. 

In fairness, she makes a point. 

But jake was still determined to speak to her, see if they can introduce this human tradition to their kids. 

“No” neytiri said flatley. 

Jake’s hope was not diminished. 

“What? C’mon, it will be fun” he tries again. 

But neytiri was dead set on not doing it. 

“No ma’jake, they are fine. They do not need to learn about a red man watching them without knowing and drop dangerous boxes beside them” she reasons. 

Jake made a face, one that he is both confused and slightly off put. 

“When you put it that, it seems wrong” 

“Because it is wrong” neytir argues in a ‘matter of fact’ tone. 

Jake sighs, still trying, he is not one to give up so easily. 

“Look, lets just explain it to the kids. See if they like the idea, if they don't like it, then we won't do it. Does that sound good?” he suggests. 

Neytiri thought it over really quickly, and nodded. Wouldn't hurt, right?

“And if you are bad, you get coal….? Wouldn't that dirt everything?” neteyam questions. He and his siblings were at the lab to visit spider, when they noticed everyone was putting odd things. Calling it ‘Christmas decorations’. 

Norm and max were all too happy to explain what was going on. 

“Yup” norm said with a loud P popping sound. 

“And snow!” tuk says happily. Already imagining herself play with the snow, making odd shapes with it. See the white softness and feel the texture. 

“Silly, there is no snow here” kiri chuckles as she twirls her baby sister around. 

“Oh, right” tuk laughs, hiding her slip up. 

“Weill we get gifts??” lo’ak asks rather excitedly. The idea of getting lots of gifts sounded really nice. 

“IF you guys are good” max reminds. 

“But really, christmas is about being with family, remembering the good times, and appreciate all that you have” norm states. Max gives him a look, “I thought it was about the birth of-” 

“Not here” norm interrupted him. 

Max shrugs and continues to decorate. 

“It sounds fun though! We should tell mom and dad, see if they let us participate” lo’ak suggests. His siblings looked not too convinced. 

“Dad knows about the holiday, it's mom that will say no” neteyam says, kiri and tuk agreeing with him. 

There is so little, almost, none, that their mother would let them do anything human related. Even in Grace's old logs, she explained the na’vi children, neytiri’s generation, were not so keen on christmas. Something about it just is not catching their attention. 

“What if its not christmas?” tuk said suddenly. Her older siblings turn to look at her. 

“What do you mean tuk?” kiri wonders. 

“What if, we do all the christmas stuff, but! We just say it's something else like uuummm…appreciation day!” 

Neteyam, lo’ak and kiri shared looks, it was not a bad idea….

“Wouldn't hurt to try…”

“And get to meet saint nicholas!” tuk shouts cheerfully. 

Norm looks back at her, confused, [when did we ever mention him?]

And try they did. They did their best, being in their best behavior, even lo’ak set a record of not causing any form of chaos in 6 hours! They helped those who are in need. Hunted well, helped, healed, participated. Everything!

Jake and neytiri clearly noticed it. It made them suspicious. Even if their kids are sweet beings, they clearly want something. Just not wanting to say it out loud. Letting their actions speak for themselves. 

Neytiri was the first to question them. 

“What do you want?” She narrows her eyes at her children. 

The older three shifted around but tuk was standing proudly still, “christmas!” she shouts. 

In a split second, neytiri turned to her mate, who was just as surprised. 

“Nope! It wasn't me that told them” he quickly defended himself. 

“It was the science guys who told us! We saw them decorate their base and we got curious!” lo’ak said rather fast. He wasn't going to let his father take a blame that had nothing to do with. 

Neytiri sighs, annoyed that the humans dare explain unnecessary things to her children. 

“We are not doing it, end of it” she was ready to move on from it. 

But her kids, now her husband, just can't seem to let it go. 

“Please mama, it will be fun! We can make lots of things you can enjoy! Like pudding, candy canes! Oh! And soup!” tuk suggests. The more she speaks, the more it sounded not so bad to neytiri. 

“Alright….fine…” 

Reds, greens, whites, little bit of gold, many colors shined throughout their home. Lots of bells, ruffles, all the classic things you see in a christmas home. It looked really nice, and had a cozy feel that screams of home. 

Gentle holiday music being played in the background, the family were grateful the science guys had left over decorations that they could use. 

“See? Not so bad is it?” Jake teases his stubborn wife. He kisses her on the cheek, neytiri accepting his kiss with a smile. 

“It is…nice” she says. Jake chuckles, holding her close as they see their children getting excited. 

“That red man isn't really going to watch us…? Right…?” neytirr asks worryingly. 

“Uuummm……about that….its best I tell you away from the kids” jake takes her to a more private area of their home. 

“OH thank eywa…” neytiri sighs in huge relief. Learning about an odd flying man that doesn't exist makes her feel really happy. 

“If he doesn't exist, then why do the children have to believe in him? Believe in a lie?” she now wonders. 

“Santa claus is more of a symbol of hope, prosperity, and bringing positive joy to the world. At some point they will stop believing but we can worry that later” jake dismisses. Neytiri, still not liking it, lets it slide. For now. 

“Alright, what about the presents…?” is her next question. 

Jake wanted to slap himself, he completely forgot the main thing! And Christmas is the tomorrow. 

“Jake, you did think of the presents, right?” Neytiri's voice becomes slightly sharp. He chuckles nervously. 

“I….forgot….?” he asks as a more of a question. 

“MA’JAKE!” 

You would think, when someone who grew up, believed in, participated in, lived in a holiday, that they would have everything prepared for that specific holiday. 

That is not the case for Jake sully. 

Neytiri, of all people, appreciates every single gift and enjoys giving. However, every gift she has ever given was given time, and put her full attention to it. Think deeply of every detail and all. So to find something in such a short time seems impossible. 

“Jake, there is no time to make anything. Why didn't you mention it sooner?” Neytiri asks. 

Jake realizes how really late it was, night was coming and soon his children will be asleep, expecting something in their made stockings. 

“I really did not know until 3 days ago. Besides, even if I did tell you weeks ago, you would say no over and over” he reasoned. And true, neytiri would also put her foot down. 

“But, we can think of something…” 

Night arrived, sleep overtook the family. Until one friendly stranger arrived into their home. 

“Get up! Get up!!” tuk was the first to rise up. Jumping on her siblings, jumping on her parents. Her tail swayed a lot more energetic. Squealing in pure delight. 

Kiri and lo’ak groan tiredly, wanting to get some more sleep. Neteyam, smiling, gets up to calm his baby sister. 

“Come on tuktuk, mawey, what did norm say?” he tries. But it falls into deaf silence. 

“But look! He came! He actually came!” 

Tuk points to their roughly made stockings, full of goodies, and items wrapped into interesting plants no one in the family has ever seen before. 

Jake and neytiri quickly got up, not believing what is in front of them. 

“See? See? He is real!!” tuk urges. 

Now everyone was fully awake, quickly they gathered to see these ‘presents’. 

Lo’ak reacted faster, he grabbed one of the wrapped presents before neteyam smacked him in the head. 

“OW! What was that for?!” he scowls. 

“It says it's for mom” neteyam answered flatly. 

Everyone turned to see neytiri, who looks to be very surprised. Lo’ak gently hands her the gift. She observes the item that is used for wrapping. Large leaves but the type she has never seen in the forest, none that would grow in any season or land. It felt a bit rubbery, almost shiny when the sunlight hits it right. 

“Arent you going to open it mom?” kiri asks. 

“I will…” she whispers. 

Carefully she begins to unwrap, making sure the leaves are not torn. Whoever did it, it was done with making sure the leaves were in good condition. 

Everyone leans in, excited to what will reveal, it was….it was…!! 

“Rocks??” 

Rocks. Lots of it. 

“Wait a minute, theses arent any type of rocks” jake was recognizing a few. He places them in a circle, while naming each one that he can recal. 

“This is obsidian, bismuth, agate, malachite, quartz, tigers eye, turquoise, damn, its a lot” 

Neytiri picks one up that is called turquoise, it was in a color she has never seen before. It was beautiful, all of them were. So many things she can make with these rocks. Maybe that is their purpose? To be made into something to wear? 

“Where did they come from?” kiri asks, loving the bismuth stone. 

Jake wonders that too, they are all from Earth, but at the current state of it, there should be none. 

Before he can answer, tuk intervenes, “by our secret santa of course! Come on, I wanna see whats mine!” 

The kids began to look for their own, while neytiri and jake stare at the rocks still surprised. 

Neytiri whispers into his ear, “it wasn't you that did this?” she asks. 

Jake shakes his head, “no, in fact, I didn't put any gifts at all” 

“So….who did?”

Everyone received a present. 

Jake received a limited silver edition ACDC vinyl record with a player. Neteyam was given the limited edition dvd set of lord of the rings, with extended and director's cut editions. Kiri received a new leather pouch that is water and fireproof, meaning she can keep very important things inside and no damage will be done. Lo’ak and surprisingly for spider, was given Nintendo switches with 50 games, each. 

They were all so happy and very grateful. 

However, Jake noticed something. 

All of these gifts are 100 years old. None of this should still exist. So how do they have these items, brand new, appear before them? 

Jake doesn't have the heart to ruin the mood, so he keeps that to himself. Though, he noticed something. 

“Tuk, didnt you get anything?” he asks. 

Lo’ak snorts a bit, “maybe santa either forgot or put her in the naughty list” 

He was smacked again, this time by his mom. 

Tuk shakes her head, smiling happily, “thats alright daddy. In what I learned, christmas isnt about stuff, its about being together with everyone that you love, no matter how close, or how far” 

Everyone awed at her statement. 

Though, tuk already has a present waiting for her. She just has to go get it.

Christmas has come to its end, night falls once more, and with their gifts tucked in their hands, the sully family sleeps again. All smiles and content to their santa clause giving them their gifts. 

Santa clause in question, out of her hammock. 

Little tuk observed her family, all deep asleep. Now is her chance. 

Quietly and steadily she tips toes around her family and out of her home. Grabbing only a small pouch of herbs, her knife, a flashlight she secretly stole from the lab, and her clothing for the next day. Quickly she climbs down, making sure no one notices. 

Knowing the path by heart, tuk makes her way through the forest. Up to what she likes to call ‘the heart mountain’. Which is literally a small floating mountain with an arch shaped like a heart. 

Making her way inside a small cave in, she lights up some candles. Tuk gets to work, she installs new batteries for the flashlight and making sure her knife is extra sharp. 

Show time. 

Lifting up a large cloth, revealing a source of blue light, gentle wind blowing at her face. 

It was a portal. 

Hearing a shuffle, tuk steps aside to let her sister in. 

It was tuk who entered. 

Human tuk. 

“Hi tuk!” she says. 

“Hiya tuk!” the other tuk replies. 

Both giggle in unison. 

“How was christmas?” human tuk asks. Na’vi tuk jumped around. 

“Ooohh it was awesome! They loved the presents! Wrapping them must have been super hard!” na’vi tuk says. 

Human tuk puffs her chest proudly, “practice. Also nana mo helped. She did wondered why plants though” 

Na’vi tuk gently gasped, “what did you tell her?” 

“Plastic is a ugly waste!” 

Human and na’vi tuk laughed and gave each other a high ⅘. 

Without wasting time, human tuk showed na’vi tuk a bag. Soon they began to change clothes. Na’vi tuk wearing my little pony pj’s and human tuk wearing the next day’s outfit. 

“Also! Everyone is going to Denny’s in the morning! They brought back the candy cane topping!” human tuk informs. Na’vi tuk hands human tuk her knife, “I am so gonna order it then! With the white christmas pancakes!” 

“One more thing! I didn't unwrap our presents! Wanna give the surprise to you” human tuk adds. Na’vi tuk feeling a bit emotional, hugs her human self. 

“I will appreciate every gift!” she says. 

They were dressed, and ready to switch places. 

“Oh, before I forget, mama is gonna make teylu roasts with yovo smoothie and yerik jerky!” na’vi tuk says. Human tuk jumps for joy, their absolute favorite! 

With one last hug and a kiss on the cheeks, na’vi tuk enters the portal with her herb pouch in hand. Human tuk quickly covers the portal again with the cloth and watches her body become bigger and blue. 

Nodding to herself, she blows the candles and makes her way to her na’vi family.

Tuk, now human,  comes out of the little rocky cave and wipes off any possible dirt. Once she makes sure there is none, she makes her way to the back yard. Climbing her way on top of the beloved treehouse, and climbs to the branch that is closest to the bedroom with the open window. 

Climbing in, already she can smell some cookies. Chocolate chip! 

Oh tuk knows her so well. 

Shoving a few down her mouth, tuk sees the unwrapped gifts. Can't end the Christmas night like this. 

She can give the herb pouch to nana mo in the morning, right now, PRESENTS! 

As she busied herself, outside of her room, across the hall and into another bedroom, it was mo’at. 

She wakes up, checking the time, 1:05 am. 

Every 3 days she gets this odd feeling. Like something unnatural just occurred. But what? 

Too tired to think it through, she goes back to sleep. She has a Denny’s grand slam waiting for her in the morning. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

Hope you all have a good day, being with your beloved ones, no matter who! Hope you guys like this fic! Until next time! See ya!

[fifirellart]

The Making of “The Invisible Museum (Is Open)”

Hi and welcome to my blog! ^-^

I thought it would be fun to write about the process of my previous illustration, "The Invisible Museum (Is Open)", so here is some commentary on the matter 🙆🏻‍♀️

As I mentioned in my original post, this project has an important meaning attached to it for me, so that’s why I wanted to be as meticulous as possible with its process. I decided to take the James Gurney approach and make a little scale model of my project, so I could have a clearer idea of how the lighting should look like.

I even made a little simulation of the dust’s movement, using baby powder and an empty pen tube. The simulation didn't turn out exactly as I expected, but it was a nice reference to have on hand regardless 🌫️ 

To be honest, I maybe could have figured the lighting out without doing all this preparatory exploration, but the planning process is one of the most entertaining and rewarding parts for me, so that’s why I did it this way 🌸 

This illustration was made with watercolours, Indian ink and colour pencils on paper. My regular process is the following: after outlining the base drawing, I usually start covering as much as I can with light watercolor washes, working in layers until I reach the opacity and saturation I had in mind or the one the material allows me to achieve. And later, once everything is dry, I finish the rendering with colour pencils. 

Regarding the black background, I wanted it to be solid and as black as possible, that’s why I chose to use Indian Ink to achieve this look. One thing I have noticed, though, is that even if Indian ink is quite dark, it’s also quite reflective once scanned. And to be honest, it’s quite annoying to fix this detail on Photoshop, so maybe I will venture into trying black acrylic paint next time I need to make a solid black background. 

I think the most difficult part for me was giving the dust that magical appearance. Once the background was dry, I painted this kind of clouds with very translucent washes of white gouache so they would serve as a base for the colour pencil rendering. This section wasn’t looking very promising at this point but I knew I just had to trust the process, despite it being the first time I was trying to achieve this specific texture. 

Then it was time to work with color pencil over the whole piece and I feel like this is the time when things started to look like I kind of initially planned. I have heard many times that the current quality of Prismacolor colour pencils isn’t as good as it used to be some years ago, but since I never tried them back in the day, I was honestly very amazed at how creamy and blendable they are ☁️

And well, that's it! That’s how I made my illustration. Writing about the process has been kind of a meditative experience in a way. I also feel like reflecting on how I made my piece has brought some clarity on how I could make things better for me the next time, so I will try to make these sorts of entries as often as I can. 

Thank you so much for reading! ^-^

[slashers-and-rats]

mimic.

billy lenz x fem!reader | nsfw | msub!billy, masturbation, billy playing with your lingerie, some humiliation but he’s mostly just embarrassed

rat chat: i love a desperate man. i love a pathetic desperate man, and i like it even more when they can’t control themselves. so, let me share my vision here.

billy’s hands were hovering over the brass knob of your dresser drawer. if he listened extra close, he swore he could hear it whispering out to him, calling for him to rip it open and throw its guts all over your bedroom floor.

you had left awhile ago for work. he was left to his own devices, and had found himself pattering around the house like a lost puppy. claude was nowhere to be found, likely batting around mice in a crawl space somewhere, and billy had gotten bored of television an hour into your absence.

he frowned. if you had been there, you would’ve kept him entertained. you didn’t even have to try. for someone like billy, who could barely sit still, just laying in your arms and breathing in your scent felt like riding the worlds scariest rollercoaster. every brush of your fingers through his hair, and trail of your touch down his spine made his stomach toss and turn. it always kept him on his toes.

he didn’t feel any of those feelings at all. he felt as though some part of him had been removed, like someone had yanked his heart from his rib cage. the only thing that reassured him it wasn’t missing was the fact that it ached, yearning for you to be back. it was always like this. it never got easier to see you leave for your shifts, and often times he’d just lay by the door and wait for you to get back. he had at least learned to keep his hands as much to himself as possible while you left, as before he would do anything he could to make you stay.

today, it all seemed heightened. billy woke up on the wrong side of the bed, he hadn’t slept well, he has refused breakfast, and had clung to you when you said your usual goodbyes. he wished he would’ve worked harder to convince you to stay, but he knew better. he knew to let you slip from his arms when you gave your final kiss, and he knew to wave you off, looking as happy as possible. often times when you called in sick in the past it was because he was being dramatic, but today you had insisted you had to go. you left him.

he tried to be mad. he loomed over your possessions, wanting to throw them against the walls and break all your precious belongings. if it was before, when he was untamed and wild, he would’ve without hesitation. you would’ve come home to all the little pieces laid carefully out in front of the door, just so you’d step on them and bleed. he would’ve licked it up after too, getting to taste the metallic tang of your blood. it would’ve felt good to make you upset, to hurt you, to bring you to tears.

it didn’t feel that way anymore. he was domesticated now. as he stared down at your dresser, he felt frozen. in the pit of his stomach, a heavy weight sat. he knew better- he was better. you were so kind to him. you gifted him with new virtues. if he threw a tantrum now, he’d be undoing so much work. or, worse, he’d make you upset. he didn’t like the look on your face when you saw him misbehaving, at least when he was doing it in a bad way. sometimes he was naughty and you liked it, and enjoyed the punishments you gave him after. but things like this, where it wasn’t fun for you both… it had lost its charm. he didn’t even understood why he ever liked it in the first place. sometimes, he was a stranger even to himself.

his hand reached up, and in a trance like state he opened up your underwear drawer and examined it’s contents. it was divided down the middle; one side was your usual comfortable sets, and the other was the nice, lace things you wore when billy was being extra good.

billy reached inside and ran his fingertips over the fabric. the texture felt good. he could remember how much better it felt when it was on you. the way it fit snug against your skin, and the way it left little imprints. he liked leaving imprints too, though usually it was of his teeth or his nails. he didn’t leave as sophisticated of patterns as your lingerie did. he tried to.

billy sighed heavy. he looked over at the clock resting on the wall, and carefully counted the numbers being ticked away. you wouldn’t be home for another few hours. it was a shame. it made him feel restless. he had already done all his chores, a guarantee that he’d get something nice when you got home, and he had even found an old trinket you had lost a long time ago. he could imagine your smile when you saw it. he knew what you’d say. you’d praise him for being so good, and he’d make you give him kiss after kiss until he felt he had been properly rewarded.

he wanted those now. he wanted to feel your warm lips pressed against his, he wanted to feel your hands pulling him closer by his belt, he wanted to feel the way you pressed your breasts up against his chest so that he could feel the softness and the beating of your heart. he wanted you. oh, how he longed for you.

billy breathed in deep. if he focused, he could smell you. your room always smelt faintly of your scent. he looked down at the underwear again, rubbing it between his fingers. your clothes, he supposed, would smell like you too.

he hesitated for a moment, before gathering up a pair in his hands and pressing it to his face. he knew the exact set by the way the lace rubbed against his cheek and jaw. it was a soft pink colour, with bows and frills, and a flowery print in the lace. he remembered the last time you wore it. the way you gasped and gripped at his head as he devoured you, the way the matching stockings squeezed against his temples and created dents in his skin.

he took in a deep breath. it smelt so lovely. he felt his head lift up into the clouds, and he had to sit down on your bed to steady himself. it only made this feeling worse. your sheets not only smelled of you, but of the things you both did together.

he laid down on his front, pressing his cheek into the comforter and nearly suffocating himself with your smell. you kept saying that you had to wash your sheets soon, that you’d get to it when you had a moment. he didn’t want you to. if he really pressed his face down, he smelt the sweat of sex and the hints of your tears on the blankets. he loved the way you weeped when he made you feel so good. he loved when he was rutting into you deep, pushing his hips like a piston, fucking you with such purpose, and you sobbed and gripped onto his body.

he squirmed. he opened and closed his mouth in the sheets, gathering the fabric between his teeth and biting down. he moaned, high and soft, mimicking the sound you would make when you were in his same position. it sounded so good. it filled his head with memories, and made his stomach pool with arousal.

billy shook his head. he was being silly, such a silly billy. this was wrong. no, he couldn’t do this.

he had to put the panties on too, obviously, it was the only way. how else would he mimic you like he wanted to? moans were one thing, but the outfit was a part of it too. if he couldn’t see you, or feel you, he’d become you. just for a little, just so he could relieve himself of all this tightening pressure wringing out his organs.

his hands were uncoordinated and rushed as he dragged his pants down his front. for a moment, he didn’t rise from the bed. he didn’t wanna leave that sweet little paradise of the senses he had created. but, when it became too little for him, he weaned himself away. he sat up on his knees, filling the near silent house with his loud pants and whines. he sounded so desperate, and for what he didn’t know. for you? for your insides? for your touch?just for your presence? if you even let him lick a rogue drop of your wetness off of your thigh he’d be satisfied for life.

part of him, deep in the back of his head, was a little embarrassed he got this desperate. it hated how easily these feelings overwhelmed him, and how quickly he was drooling and whimpering under his breath. the majority of him didn’t have enough sense to care. so, he pulled his sweater over his head in a flourish, and yanked your panties on over his throbbing cock.

it didn’t fit him right, of course. he was a skinny, smaller guy, and while his hips were broad you had a bit of size on him. but they were snug enough that they weren’t pooling around his ankles. his cock peaked out from the waistband, and every twitch made his head rub against his stomach. his shaft created friction with the lace, and it made him mewl.

he laid back down, nestling himself snug against the blankets, and bit down once again on the fabric. his hands slipped underneath his chest, running all the way down until he could wrap it around the head of his cock. once he was in the right position, he moaned again.

he had heard you enough times to have your sound down. the way you whined high in your throat when he teased the head just at your entrance, the way you went low with surprise when he slammed into you deep and without warning. the way you whimpered and begged for him to slow down when he was barely pulling out, and just humping into your wet pussy. he let it all fall out into your mattress.

he had smell, he had sound, he had touch; he even had taste with the blanket against his tongue. he was drowning in you, and you weren’t even there. he wished it was you. this wasn’t enough.

his cock throbbed hard against the surface of the bed. it made him moan, the real him, and it came out a deep rumble. he hesitated for a moment, before beginning to drag his cock up and down the sheets.

the lack of grace was almost painful. he didn’t have enough time to coordinate. it was one thing when you were there- he had to be coordinated then. he had a job to do. fucking you was practically his 9 to 5. this was just a side job, something under the table. it didn’t matter if he did it well, it was just to relieve this fucking heat burning in his head.

his hips were slow at first. it was a shaky, harsh drag of his cock, and a push of his hips up into the hand around his head. he dug his feet into the bed to get leverage, and pushed his torso up just a bit so his dick wasn’t suffocating against his own stomach. it was wet, already leaking precum in a puddle onto the bed. it became faster as he went. he allowed himself to let go, to forget the little inhibitions he had left, and just rut.

he felt a little pathetic. for a moment, he thought of putting everything away, and going about his business of waiting for you again like nothing had happened.

the second he thought of you, and the way you’d hold his face and coo at him, and tell him in the sweetest tones to keep humping the bed like a good boy, the idea went out the window. he wouldn’t fail you, not even the you in his mind.

with new determination, he went flush against your sheets, and began humping hard. he squealed into the blankets, his free hand bunching up a bit of the fabric so he could press it harder into his face. he felt like a pervert. he was a pervert. but it felt too good for him to take it negatively. he knew if you were there, watching him writhe and thrust like a whore, you wouldn’t care. maybe you’d even praise him for putting on a good show.

the lace scratched at his shaft in a satisfying way. every push and pull of his hips made it rub harder against him, and the only safe-haven from that feeling was the inside of his hand, where his head dragged against his palm and drooled onto his fingers. his back arched, his muscles tense and flexing every time he thrust into the thought of you. in his mind, you were there too, and he wasn’t the one getting teased.

“f-fuck me, billy,” he whimpered out, trying his best to match your own voice. it worked well (for him, at least), feeling right on his tongue, so he continued. “f-fill me with your h-hard cock, billy…! touch- touch me! fuck me! s-slutty billy, just a toy, my toy. [y/n]’s toy.” he purred out the last words, the sound devolving into a long, feminine moan.

he was fucking into nothing. your panties were smothering his balls, and bunching up in his ass, and every single thrust made them pull taut against crotch. he was drooling all over your comforter. his eyes were squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to build a you, a dream you, that maybe would appear in front of him and let him fuck it.

“i-i’m close… you’re such a g-good boy… b-billy’s a good boy… i-i wanna cum, i wanna cum inside of you…! cum inside of me, billy, fill me up. be a good- be a good boy,” he babbled, his hips already beginning to grow sporadic. this was pathetic. he was coming in under ten minutes all from his own sick mimicry of you. he wondered if you’d think less of him if you knew how unhinged he could be when he was all alone.

it didn’t stop him. none of the negative outweighed the positive in his mind. no, if anything this was an homage to you. it was like performing a play in honour of a queen. it was done with respect, with reverence- you were his best muse. you inspired him every day to be the dirtiest man he could be.

he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d say when you saw him. he wondered if you’d make him clean up his mess with his tongue, or if you’d do it yourself. he quite liked the second idea. the idea of you walking in on him, the cum on his stomach still hot to the touch, and saying nothing, instead licking up the mess off of his skin. you always gave him a look when you cleaned him like that. it was hunger; it was a fire behind your eyes that could cook him alive if he looked long enough. it was searing, it was blinding, it was-

it was too much. billy came hard, his body wracked with an orgasm. it didn’t drag out or linger as it usually did. it was like getting shot in the back of the head for him. it was quick, knocking all air out of his lungs and making him go lifeless against the bed. he could feel his seed spurting out against his hand and stomach, and gluing the sheets of your bed to his body. for a moment, while the after shocks still ran through his nerves, he was sliding his cock in and out of the mess he had made. it got onto your panties too. your lace was quickly muddled with cum, and clung to his skin. he felt sticky and spent.

he came to his senses slowly. he unlocked his jaw, pushing himself up with an arm and surveying his mess. his drooling had created a large dark circle just under your pillows, and the load he had released onto the sheets was already growing cool in the fall air.

he wiped his chin, his other hand swiping his semen onto the bed in a dismissive way. his head was still dazed, but he was trying his best to focus. you’d be home in a bit, and he didn’t know if you’d be so happy to see the scene he had left for you. it was one thing for him to dirty himself, but you already had enough on your plate.

he swallowed hard, his throat dry. he knew what he had to do. first, get water, you always said it was important to hydrate after play.

second, learn to use a washing machine.

[malwaredykes]

I know you mostly post about fnv but I'm curious to know whats your opinion on the other fallouts?

fallout - really Really REALLY good. unforgiving, yes, takes some time getting used to. not without its flaws of course. for example i couldnt for the life of me figure out some very basic shit at first because the UI was designed by rodents i think. very Very engaging once you get past all of that. phenomenal first entry in the series. music, plot, worldbuilding, themes, major characters, mwah. mwah. They Dont Make Em Like That Anymore and there are many good reasons for it but time passed doesnt disappear so you can always play classic fallout.

fallout 2 - thing get weird. some of the highest highs, some of the lowest lows. the highs are really high though. unfortunately has a particular kind of needless edginess to it that gets extremely tiresome. "heeheehhee SECKS *begins to warp violently* heeiiuhehyehye" type. bizarrely racist and misogynistic at many points. contains some of the best voice acting moments in video game history. at many points its just very very tedious, like if with fo1 at some points i was like Well this is kinda rough, with fo2 there were stretches of the game where i was like What the hell am i even doing here Who are these people what is this crap. the enclave as this games evil fucked up faction is so great i love how theyre gradually introduced and then shit hits the fan. has a lot of texture to its worldbuilding and some really good fun moments but again it goes off the rails so much. i rly need to replay it but every time im like God do i really have time for this. i love that you drive a car

fallout 3 - weird fucking game. some truly unjustifiable design and worldbuilding decisions despite having also introduced a lot of rly good things. fun gameplay i mean its that classic falloublivionrim buggy grimy versatile ps3 pure brick ass gravel gamebryo bethesda. VERY funny to have so much of the games plot be like I Gotta Find My Dad like girl i dont care about my dad he can go die. oh wait he does. it has what i call The Martin Septim Problem and i think its kind of self explanatory. fawkes best boy hes my little birthday boy. fun to explore and do your own thing and discover whatevers going on out there. i HATE the brotherhood of steel in fallout the third. i HATE the enclave in fallout the third but i dont think it even comes close to how much i hate the brotherhood of steel in this game and what precedent it set for the rest of bethesda fallout. these creeps. im supposed to find any of this awesome? fuck no. oh also im ENDLESSLY amused by the prologue its like a nightmare sequence akskfnckxjnc. im being BORN?? ive just slid out of my mothers WOMB and CERVIX and VAGINA and theyre bringing up a screen to show her what an ugly monstrosity im gonna be when i grow up and shes like Waoww and she dies??? im a TODDLER? Release Me. Unhand Me You Fool. oh also that sequence where youre in a CRAZY SCIENTISTS SIMULATION is so stupid i love it

fallout 4 - havent played it for longer than 15 minutes (made me barfy). everything i learn about it is bizarre. like WHAT the fuck happens in that game. your old wrinkly son tells you youre stupid and dont need to know anything hes doing and then is like im dying can you take over for me??? also the intro is truly something i mean i dont mind having Some backstory to my character but youre saying i had to be straight married with a baby and living in a nice suburb, with a robot house servant? fuck no

everything else i havent played and have no real Thoughts about

[desertsfic]

hey man, just more art that you've inspired me to make.

i deleted my blog a while back during an episode, and i cant remember if i ever posted these but you definitely had a hand in them, so thank you for that, and here they are!

this one was recent and not at all inspire by your fics but i figured you would not pass up a strider, ever.

its been a while since ive read Metempsychosis, but i plan to read it again and actually set in motion the plans to bind that fic into a book. apparently there is a whole subculture of people who bind fan fictions on reddit, they have proper book paper and story formatting and everything. I think I'll go that route cuz if I'm gonna do it, might as well do it justice. do it right. I'll illustrate pictures for it, too, i think, cuz you painted some really cool shit in my head man.

anyways, hope youre having a nice night, thank you for existing an sharing your work with the world.

Oh my gosh, yes, I remember your art!!!!!! I remember specifically seeing those and thinking "ah yes this is exactly the kind of thing I had in mind for metempsychosis!"

So I am both honored and flattered that you would also send them my way. They're so gorgeous, and I'm sorry you deleted your blog before, because you should be so proud of this work, and of yourself in general ❤️ the spider lilies, which my partner said are also the flower of death??? Wow!!! And Dave's slump in the second piece still just.... Wow! You can feel the weight of it you know??? I cannot express how much I adore these, they make me insane!!!

As for the additional Strider.... I would NEVER turn him down, especially gorgeous art like this!!! The fingers, the texture... Wow, man! Your art is so stunning!

I am honored you think my work is worth binding, I've done a couple of my own favorite fics and it is the most fun I've had exploring a new art medium, and I can't wait to see what you come up with. AND ILLUSTRATIONS??????;?!?;? WOW!!!!!! I am secretly fangirling!! I hope you'll share so I can see because I would go BONKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As great thanks, I will tell you that Metempsychosis is almost over, and it has only really been trying to graduate from university (and working on top of that 💀) that has stopped me from writing lately! I'm excited to be able to get back to it, though I suspect I will need a refresher before I really dive into the actual writing process. I'm anxious, but excited to share the rest of it c: and hopefully you will like the ending enough to bind it still!

Thank you for taking the time to message me, it made my day! ❤️ I appreciate your kind words and I hope you know how happy they made me!

[tlbodine]

Overthinking: Bad Hare Day

Bad Hare Day is Goosebumps #41, released March of '96. I didn't think I'd read this one, but it was very familiar on the re-read so I think this must have been one I got from a library. Although, I think this one may also bear some similarities to a Give Yourself Goosebumps title, and that one may be what I remember. Hm.

Anyway, I had a fun time with this, even though it's pretty light on scares.

First, the Plot: Tim Swanson is a huge magic fan. He's always trying to show off tricks and illusions for his school friends, and he deeply admires the stage magician Amaz-o. So when the opportunity to see him live pops up, he jumps at the opportunity. It's on a school night and his parents won't let him go at first, but he manages to sneak out at night to go anyway. His karate-obsessed sister twists his arm into letting her come, too, and they venture out into the night to catch the show.

Amaz-o isn't so nice in person. He's actually kind of a jerk. But his tricks are great, and he uses Tim in a trick, making him disappear! Then leaves him to figure his own way out of the underground passage he got dumped in, that meanie.

As retaliation for being a jerk, Tim steals Amaz-o's box of tricks. But taking it home, he soon gets in over his head with tricks that seem to be real magic. Snakes and doves get loose, balls for the cup-and-balls game keep multiplying -- and when bratty sister Jenny takes a bite of a carrot, she turns into a rabbit!

Tim has to turn her normal again somehow and when nothing he tries works he goes to find Amaz-o. But he discovers something disturbing: the magician is a dummy! Also he has a talking rabbit. Oh, no, just kidding. Actually the rabbit is the magician. He got transmorphed by a sorcerer and now is stuck this way. He uses the dummy on stage so nobody will notice.

Luckily, Jenny's magic carrot will wear off on its own. But Tim still wants a magical heart-to-heart with his idol and stays behind to chat with him. Amaz-o is touched by Tim's commitment to magic and offers him a job as an assistant, which he eagerly accepts.

What Tim didn't realize at the time is that he would be replacing the rabbit in the act, not the dummy.

But hey, at least he gets to perform on stage every night, even if he does have a twitchy nose and long, white ears....

Overthinking It: Like a lot of nerdy 90s kids, I went through an intense magic phase. I bought books about magic and tried to practice different tricks and learn techniques. I never was any good at them. I have small hands and bad coordination so palming techniques were never my strong suit. But I do still love magic, and I've seen probably a dozen live magic shows in my life.

So it's really not surprising that I found this book delightful.

The plot is pretty thin and it's not really very scary. Oh, there are a few little things -- the anxiety of losing control of something you came by dishonestly, the crushing disappointment of realizing your hero is a jerk, the existential blackness of the final transformation. But overall, this book is more fun than anything.

There's just a lot of texture and atmosphere to it, from describing the tricks in detail, to the ambiance of the magic shop where Tim hangs out. If you ever watched World's Greatest Magic with wide eyes and an open mouth, you'll have fun with this book. If you don't like magic, you will find nothing to enjoy in this one.

If You Liked This, THESE Will Really Give You Goosebumps:

This book shares DNA with Attack of the Mutant, which pairs with it nicely.

For an excellent film about warring magicians, try watching The Prestige. Follow that up with The Illusionist for a different take on the 'magicians doing real magic' trope.

If you like the atmosphere and just want to soak that up a bit more, read The Night Circus (which is also kind of about warring magicians. except in a circus setting)