#like i've forgotten how big they used to be yknow

[watermelinoe]

i get why my doc couldn't make my boobs any smaller but now that it's been two years i'm like hm these could be smaller

[babybluebex]

no because let's talk about the breeding kink 🤨

sigh, i SHOULD be doing anything other than this... getting ready to move tomorrow... getting ready to start my job tomorrow... my daily cardio... but whatever let's do it

so BIG warning below the cut for explicit smut, if you aren't into that, maybe sit this one out :) cw for obviously breeding kink, a brief diatribe ab safe sex practices, edging/overstim, use of "mommy/daddy" but not sexually (you'll see), a surprise munch!dom shows up at the end

but yeah. he has a thing about breeding you. he doesn't think he does, bc like?? doesn't everyone like that?? he has experience before you, sure, but he's not exactly up to date on what fetishes are normal and what fetishes appear in porn a lot (he is, after all, a 21 year old guy, we can't give him too much credit)

but you don't find out about this kink of his for a little while, you guys have slept together a handful of times but your relationship is starting to get a lot more serious than before, and even though it seems a little quick, it feels right to already be thinking about getting married to him

but you're talking about everything one night, just trying to have healthy communication with a glass of wine yknow, and you ask him like "how do you feel about kids?" and he seems a little nervy?? and he's like "idk... i never really thought about a future of mine that didn't have kids in it" "but do you want them?" "of course. it's just, like, i want them, but i've also never thought about not having them. it's just always something i've wanted" and you're like cool, cool... "i think i wanna have kids with you" and he gets a little pink in the face "aw... thanks... that's sweet"

and you move on from that part of the conversation, and you think it's been forgotten, until a few days later

your man has been fuckin stressed out, luckily he's filming in jersey so he gets to stay relatively close to you, and you manage to rent a little airbnb in the town he's filming in so that he can come home to you, but he's about to tear his hair out, he's trying to film this but then also learn lines for his next project, and he's still slinging out audition tapes for every door his agent can manage to get his foot in, and you hate to see him like this, so he gets home from set one night to the smell of his favorite dinner cooking, and he sets down his stuff and is like "baby?"

comes into the kitchen and yes you're cooking, but you've got your hair done up all pretty with those sparkly pins you wore to the baftas, and you're wearing that lipstick that drives him crazy, and... are you?? you can't be?? wearing one of his shirts and his favorite panties of yours that show off all your assets?? his favorite outfit on you!! and all he can manage is a dry-mouthed lil "wuh?"

and you smile at him "just in time, sweetheart, that oven's about to go off, and then we'll be ready to eat" and you go to him and kiss him gently, and he's still like ‼️ and you go "everything ok? you're quiet"

"what is this...?" and he grabs your hips and does the thing that vision did to wanda in ep1 of wandavision "what are you wearing??"

"well you've been so stressed out..." you start "i wanted to do something nice for you"

"oh baby this is very nice" he says and he can't get his eyes off of you "i might have to marry you if you keep this up"

"is that a promise?"

anyway yeah, he's worked up now and marriage is on his mind (therefore kids are too) and you have dinner, but he eventually gets you in his lap and is rubbing your thighs and kissing your neck and you're trying to talk to him like "should we put on a movie? or i can beam my spotify to the TV and we can listen to some music?" but he's got tunnel vision on your soft skin

so you give it up and start to get into it, kissing him back and tugging off his shirt, and he does the same to you so that you're skin to skin, and like of course you know what a loverboy dom can be, but this is something completely different, this is devotion and admiration and complete sickening love, and you just can't help yourself from whispering "want you to put a baby in me, dommy" and he doesn't skip a beat, almost like he was hoping you'd say something like that "yeah? you wanna have my baby? aren't you on the pill?" "yeah, but i can—" and you pause to bite him bottom lip gently as his hands slink down to your panties "i can get off it" "fuck, baby" he whispers, tilting his head to press a kiss under your ear "don't tease me like that" "not teasing you" you tell him

and he checks with you a couple of times as he gets you in bed and gets you naked, kissing down your body and dragging his tongue around your soft flesh, really making sure you're truly down for all of this, but even through his gentle care, you can see the brick in his jeans and like fuuuuck he wants this so badly too

finally getting him out of his clothes and closing your legs around his waist, and he kisses you deeply as he starts to lean off to the side to the nightstand, and he sorta chuckles "guess we, umm... don't need that... right?"

and you smile and shake your head, and dom gives you a soft melty look "if you change your mind, please let me know" he says gently, taking up his rock-hard dick into his hand and stroking himself a few times "i don't wanna, like, knock you up and it turns out you wanted me to put on a condom halfway thru, like just let me know—" "dominic, i know you're trying to be nice" you start "and i really appreciate that and love you for it, but i already told you: i'm all in. i want this"

and like you have never in your life had unprotected sex before, like the pill was really more for hormone management than actual birth control, and with past partners you've always been cautious and made them wear condoms "just in case" (which like irl is a good practice, it's never a bad idea to be cautious ab sex bc like sti's and various things can be spread without a condom, so like whatever, off my apple box, basically wrap it before you tap it pls) but with dom, you don't have any reason to worry bc you know he's clean and like the desired outcome would only happen without a condom

but maybe it's that safety and security that makes his raw cock inside you feel so much better than usual, and you whimper as he laughs a little "s'okay, baby" he tells you "i've got you, daddy's got you" and you smile and laugh, and you're like "is this me discovering you have a daddy kink?" "no" he scoffs "but it is daddy taking care of mommy. right?"

and he's got those big eyes at you, gnawing on his bottom lip, and you gently use your thumb to pull his lips from between his teeth and you kiss him, and he gets down to business

he's being a little more feral than typical, just holding onto you harder and fucking into you with a quick pace, and he can't keep his mouth off of you, he's either kissing your lips or kissing your neck, and towards the end he presses his lips to your neck and just sorta pathetically moans as he nears his finish

and every sensation inside you is making fireworks pop, all you can do is moan and whimper and claw down his back as hot pleasure spreads throughout your whole body, and your breath catches in your throat when he reaches down and starts playing with your clit, your hips bucking at the sudden onslaught and near overstimulation, but he's being VERY attentive and he notices your breathing change and he goes "you ok?"

you nod quickly, biting your lip harshly "m'close!" you squeak, and he smiles, reaching out above your head and grabbing the headboard to keep himself up, and you really understand what it means to be animalistic, bc he raises his arm and you smell the sweat and pheromones seeping out of his pores and you go a lil crazy for a moment "dom! dom, baby, please, please..." "oh yeah?" he asks and he smiles when you sob out "is it good, baby?" "yes!" you hiccup and you reach up and wrap your fingers around his wrist and just fuckin hang on for dear life and then he suddenly stiffens and freezes and you gasp, worried something's wrong, but his smile is too coy, his eyes glittering too much "tell me how much you want it" he tells you, his fingers hovering so close to your throbbing clit that you swear you can still feel them and you can only manage to mumble a confused "wha...?" "tell me" he says "how much. you want it. tell me how badly you want me to cum inside you and get you pregnant" "you're fucking evil" you gasp and shift your hips to try to get contact with his hand, but he shifts further away, denying it to you "i never claimed to be anything else" he laughs "you want me to knock you up so badly, you gotta tell me" "dommy" you whine "please! you're close too, i can feel you throbbing" and like yeah he's so close to his finish that you don't know how he hasn't busted inside you in the last 30 seconds "well then you better hurry up and talk to me" dom says and you swallow with a dry throat and squeeze his wrist, and you watch his bicep flex and your mouth waters "want it bad, baby" you tell him "want you to fill me up, want it to leak outta me when we're done" "mhm" dom nods, and he leans down and gently kisses your lips "you're gonna get all pregnant, all big with my fuckin baby... walking around like that with my ring on your hand, and everyone'll know what a slut you are, what you let me do to you... s'that it, baby? you wanna be my little slut?" you nod quickly, trying to chase him back into a kiss, but his hand moves from the headboard down to grab your neck and force you back down, and he's not even remotely squeezing or doing anything, he's not even putting force into the push, his hand is just There, and you gasp "yeah!" you whimper, and you throb, flexing around him, and he hisses through his teeth "w-wanna be yours, baby, wanna be only yours"

and with his hand on your throat, he starts fucking into you again, his smooth stomach flexing with each thrust, his tattoo shifting with his skin, and he presses his forehead against yours and kisses you, and he mumbles "gonna..." and you just nod and curl your fingers in his messy hair (that's getting increasingly frizzy and crazy with the sweat and heat), and his eyebrows knit together as his reddened mouth opens against yours, and he chokes out a groan, and then you feel him spilling inside you as his thrusts slow down, filling you and making the whole thing like 1000 times louder with the wet sound of him still fucking you through it

and he keeps going even when he's panting and wincing, and you're like "baby, stop, it's ok" and he cuts you off "gotta make sure it takes..." and goes for a little longer before he slowly pulls out and sighs as he watches his cum seep out of your poor little cunt, and he chuckles lightly "cool"

and you smile and start to reach out to hug him, but he sours pretty quickly "did you cum?" "umm... no" you tell him and he rolls his eyes "fuck, momma, you didn't think to tell me that before i came?" and you laugh but try to hide just how much you love him calling you that "just didn't think about it" and he shakes his head and licks his lips "nah, that's not gonna fuckin work" he says, and he shoves his sweaty curls off of his forehead as he slinks down your body, laying open-mouth kisses on your skin as he goes, and he finally reaches his destination, looking up at you thru his pretty eyelashes before he dives in

and yay munch dom makes an appearance!! bc he's having the time of his life down there, holding your hips in his hands and smoothing his thumbs across your skin, and you're jostling around with every kitten lick he gives you, and he's getting messy and loud, and you just tug on his hair and squeak "dom!" and then the wave of warmth and energy washes over you, and you're just laying there, twitching and sobbing as he continues to eat you through it, and you hear him whisper "good, good, just like that, momma, so good for me"

once you settle down and dom wipes your tears off your face, he gets up and pulls on a pair of sweatpants and they hang all low on his hips as he bustles around, reaching into the bathroom and starting up the shower, find your panties that he had tossed across the room and now hung from the plant in the corner

and he notices u all quiet on the bed and he's like "you ok, sweetheart?"

and you know it's cheesy but you tell him "yeah. we're fine"

"you think it worked?" and he sits next to you and rubs your thigh soothingly

and you nod, and he smiles and kisses you "well, i can't wait to meet them"

[silverskye13]

That ficlet of “How long can Helsknight and Wels go without wanting to maul each other to death” gives me the idea of like. Yknow that trope where two characters you assume have never met each other turn out in fact to be buddies who like play pool together or something. That’s Helsknight and XB. Wels gets shunted to Hels and finds XB just chillin in a bar with Hels and goes “WHAT THE FUCK BRO”

"Hels Kitchen, huh?" xB asked, looking up at the sign and raising a spined eyebrow. "This new?"

Helsknight shrugged, leading the way inside. "New enough."

xB sauntered behind him, taking in his surroundings with an easygoing smile. Hels was a little hot for his tastes, but he knew from experience he would get used to the heat after a few minutes. He watched Helsknight toss the bartender (who seemed to be just a very large, contained ghast) a handful of diamonds to cover their tab, and the two made their way to the pool table in the back of the little bar. xB swiped up a couple beers, snapped the cap off one with his teeth (those sharp guardian teeth were good for something after all) and set it down on the side of the table while Helsknight prepped the game.

"It's been a hot minute," xB observed, carefully checking over pool cues for one that wasn't bent. "Been busy busting heads in the Colosseum?"

Helsknight shrugged. "Nah. Mostly just caught up with life stuff. You know how it is."

xB, who had forgotten their meet up last month because he was busy digging a hole to bedrock, knew exactly how it was. "So you haven't been practicing pool while I've been gone?"

"I'll still beat you," Helsknight grinned challengingly. "Guests break."

xB snapped the cap off the second beer, took a drink, made a face that Helsknight laughed at, and then got to work aiming his shot. It was a good break, though the eight ball danced by one of the side pockets, a little too close for comfort. He got one of the striped balls in, and claimed the stripes for the rest of the game. He took his second shot, missed, and stepped aside for Helsknight.

Pool was such a weird game for them to settle on as their friendly competition. Helsknight was a pro at PvP, all things swords and axes and shields. But xB wasn't, and even if it was, swords was Helsknight's job, more or less, and xB could appreciate wanting to do something that wasn't your job, no matter how much you enjoyed it. It was for the same reason he was grateful Helsknight hadn't suggested they go build train cars when they hung out, or terraform movie scenes. He enjoyed it, but this was his off time. The first couple times they met up, they tried playing TCG, but Helsknight was a little too competitive, and xB got tired of debating rules minutiae (and being forced to stomp home and ask Beef a thousand questions). Then they played just normal cards, which lead to the discovery they both appreciated good beer, which lead to barhopping, because hels had bars. Hermitcraft didn't. And eventually, barhopping lead to playing pool, and pool was just the kind of low-stakes game they could both enjoy. Plus both Helsknight and xB were just prickly enough that most folks looking for a fight passed them over, and any who didn't, xB and Helsknight could solidly knock around. xB wasn't a PvPer, but he was big and thorny, and his sharp teeth were good for more than just popping bottle caps.

"You're up," Helsknight told him, leaning against the wall and chalking his pool cue.

"Does that really help?" xB asked, lining up his next shot. He cracked the cue ball into a bunch, breaking them apart. None of them sunk.

"No idea," Helsknight shrugged, putting the chalk back on the side of the pool table. "If it does, it's not in any way I can see."

"So why put it on?"

"That's all this game is good for. Knocking things around and getting chalk on your hands."

"It's also good for avoiding things," xB smirked. "Left the cue by the eight ball for you."

"Rude."

"Just keeping your life interesting."

Helsknight danced around the table, trying to find a good angle and making increasingly frustrated faces. xB smirked and took another sip of his beer, and then grimaced, because he forgot how bad it was. He needed to make sure he remembered this brand so they never got it again. Helsknight had just about lined up his shot when the lights in the already dimly lit bar space flickered ominously. xB raised a questioning eyebrow in the knight's direction.

"What was--"

"XB!" Welsknight came stumbling out of nowhere, all tin-can-armor-clatter. Stumbled into the pool table, shaking the eight ball into the side pocket.

"Hah! I win," xB grinned.

"You did not," Helsknight snapped, slamming his cue in the pool table. "That wasn't fair and you know it!"

"He's your other half dude. It counts."

Helsknight's eyes narrowed, and xB held up placating hands. (He forgot how much Hels and Wels hated each other sometimes. Really it was like watching brothers argue.)

"What in hels is going on?!" Welsknight demanded, re-injecting himself into the conversation. "xB, Hypno said you--"

"See, I told him not to tell you where I was," xB huffed, crossing his arms. "That was just rude of him."

"What are you even doing here?!"

"Playing pool," xB smiled, at about the same time Helsknight spat, "None of your damn business!"

The two knights glared at each other.

xB quietly wondered if he should interrupt their spat or egg them on.

The large ghast behind the bar counter hissed, grabbing all of their attention. It wafted a tentacle over to tap a sign, that said: Anyone caught fighting must buy a round for the bar, or be thrown out. xB looked back at Helsknight, watching him count first the other patrons in the bar, then the diamonds still left in his coin purse, do some mental math, and decide rather magnanimously that decking Welsknight wasn't worth it.

xB offered Welsknight a pool cue, "Care to join us?"

Welsknight eyed the pool cue like it was a snake, before begrudgingly taking it. xB went to get a new stick for himself while Helsknight begrudgingly reset the game.

It really was a good game when you wanted to avoid things.

[shannonsketches]

Thinking about Restorative Justice AUs this morning and I'm gonna copy/paste from the friendchat

part one:

Like yes okay I did listen to the apology song from book of life recently and after a moot posted something about the producer interview where zelda might’ve dismantled the monarchy after seeing how kingdoms are formed but didn’t have time in the game and I had feelings about it but imagine an TotK au in which the sages wanted to make gan human again because the circumstances of his corruption were also rooted in evil and the power of friendship means sovereign states full of love or something whatever you get me but like, they do the thing where they’re working on reigning gan in by seeing him (tm) and when it starts to work sagebody rauru is like ‘what are you doing he’s a monster No restorative justice (/personal grudge bc yknow he killed his wife)’ and light arrows him which makes him get monstrous again and goes after rauru and the kids have to figure out how to stop two stupid dogs from ripping each other and the whole world apart again

part two: (Re: That ^⁠ )

because I got hit with Apology Song from Book of Life AND I Know Who You Are from Moana -- Restorative Justice AU in which Riju is the one that can reach him because she knows what it's like to be a kid in a position she didn't ask for (in fact the exact same one he was born into) who is doing her best and she knows how angry and scared he must've been because she is also angry and scared and she knows he must be loyal to the darkness now because he felt betrayed and forgotten by his people but they still remember who he was before and she knows he used to be a hero and she knows he just wanted to keep his people safe and she can forgive him if he can forgive her but his enemies are her friends now and his people are okay they're okay and he doesn't need this power anymore his people are safe his war is over and he can come home to rest (die, finally)

and what if rauru light arrows him but hits riju (she's okay) and gan gets beasty and fights rauru and zelda splits them up and chains gan and rauru is like 'good chained like the beast you are' and goes to kill him and finds out he is also trapped by Zelda's light magic and she's like 'no this is fucking over goddammit i've seen how a kingdom is made and all of this is wrong i'm dissolving hyrule' and rauru's like '>:0 princess zelda-' and she's like 'QUEEN ZELDA. I AM THE DAUGHTER OF HYLIA'S LIGHT AND YOU WILL HEAR ME' and she banishes him back to the sacred realm so he can see his wife and be at peace whether he likes it or not and she destroys the malice/gloom on Gan and fixes Riju's injury with one like big untapped power boom she's been trying to reach this entire series and Gan can just sit with Riju and get to see her, this strong young Gerudo who is so brave and loves her people so much, and he can just idk crumble into sand and be part of his desert again

there was a Whole Movie in my head this morning

Bonus:

So Riju gets the closure of knowing she did destroy the evil that killed her mother and also gets to see and know and bury a legendary gerudo king and help his soul find the peace he clearly couldn't get on his own and Zelda gets the closure of knowing the cycle has ended and her power was ultimately used for good and Link gets the closure of just getting to hug all of his friends after a supernatural war

now he can go be babygirl to his boyfriend and his boyfriend's wife

and zelda can go be a hippie communist like her great great great great great x100 grandmother before her

and Baby Teba whose name escapes me can go be a great archer and Yonobo can go back to doing mining and capitalism

inevitably pissing off a dragon in the depths who will come out and eat them all

[svtskneecaps]

so i got breath of the wild for christmas and i've been getting delightfully sidetracked hence why this blog has been quiet for at least a week it's bc i went to beat the bird but got distracted and explored half of the map and then got distracted from that and went to beat the elephant but then the lynel stealth introductory cutscene dropped me in such a place that it immediately aggro'd the lynel and i got spiteful and decided i was gonna kill it but i wasn't strong enough 😔 so i explored another quarter of the map trying to find shrines and stumbled across two dragons and three memories and also explored the forgotten temple bc temples are cool (even if i totally save-scummed to kill the guardians stfu) and then i went back and beat the lynel and then i beat the elephant and then i got sidetracked AGAIN because i wanted to finish some sidequests and then i went and fucked around in faron woods and then i went to find some memories which ended up with me crawling around outside the castle bc i'm piss-terrified of guardians and also shit at the parry timing and then i went to pick a fight with like three hinoxes and shit myself when i ran into a guardian with legs on the mountain and then i returned to the bird but got distracted by the snowquill armor and went to the desert to get warm saff-somethin to upgrade it and then got distracted by the leviathan bc i ran all the way over there on foot bc fuck sand seals and i wanted to do the sidequest and also ooo big bones but then on the way over i got sidetracked by killing a molduga (i got his ass) and i also found a fairy fountain and almost dropped the whole quest in pursuit of getting another 9000 rupees but managed to get myself back on track and went to the volcano to get stuff to upgrade the snowquill set but then i was like "well i should do some of the main quest while i'm crawling around these hot rocks" bc the fire effect stresses me out bc it looks like malice and is also distracting on my eyes (also fuck the blood moons i cleared out every monster in the joint looking for yunobo and then it fucking revived them right as i figured out how to use the cannons and ALL THEIR PARTS BURNED IN THE LAVA SO IT WASN'T EVEN WORTH IT) so i did some main quest stuff yknow just to get it set up but then the boss goron was like "hey go tell yunobo i'm not gonna make it up there today" and i was like i can't just leave the poor kid waiting up there all day (i'm very fond of this silly goron lad) so i ran all the way up there and then the dialogue was like "hey so i need to board that lizard" and the lad seemed eager to assist so i was like "well obviously i gotta do it now" so i went through all that and now WHOOPS I'M STANDING IN THE LIZARD AND IT'S DEFINITELY NOT THE BIRD so. revali's just gonna have to take a chill pill uhhhhh he'll be fine

[justbagworm]

Don't mind me, just contemplating the world and making it relevant to writing...

So, yknow how people are always like 'you can tell when someone studies something because they write about it in a very detailed manner?' I raise you: the weird shit the human body does when you follow a sport or a physical discipline for a very long time. I love reading fics and books by people who have ACTUALLY engaged with what they're writing about, because you can tell they know what they're talking about when they mention something that seems utterly wacky but is, in fact, true.

Source? I'm a rock climber and a writer. The sheer NUMBER of times I've gone back and reread my writing, only to realize that something I've incorporated is very niche climber slang and/or knowledge, even when the piece doesn't relate to climbing at all, is astounding.

That very bad segue will now allow me to gush about my past with climbing, because I miss it and I see my own little idiosyncracies from it and get nostalgic. Elaboration after Keep Reading!!!

The first thing you need to know about rock climbing is the SHOES. Anyone who has ever gone to a proper rock gym will be commiserating from that word alone. Climbing shoes are similar to pointe shoes, in that they can EFFIN HURT. In every other way, they're pretty much the opposite tho lol. Climbing shoes are generally about a size to a size and a half smaller than your normal shoe size, though if you're just getting your first pair you'd probably be best sticking to the one size smaller rule of thumb. Personally, my street shoe size is 9 1/2, whereas I comfortably wear an 8 to climb. The reason is that the shoes are designed to curl your toes under, which makes them stronger, thus allowing you to bear all of your weight on an area which can be smaller than a US quarter. If you tried to do that in street shoes, your toes would bend backwards and break. People who don't know climbing would probably say that at a gym, the climbers would wear street shoes, while on real rock they would wear boots, which is actually a terrible idea. (Like really. Boots would cut your dexterity too much to actually climb.)

That's another interesting thing about shoes, actually - the social norms. No sane or respectable climber wears their shoes in the bathroom, on the street, or pretty much anywhere they could pick up gross germs. Why? Because the same places your shoes are touching, so are your hands, your elbows, your knees, and occasionally your face. Your hands will inevitably wind up in contact with your mouth at some point, and if you've forgotten to wash your hands and someone has just dragged bathroom germs onto the climbing wall, good luck with that.

You would think after all that care, climbing shoes are really pristine then, right? PFFFFT! No. Depending on how new they are and how stubborn the climber is, shoes can be the most ratty things in existence. They are, at minimum, scuffed as shit. More likely, they're scuffed as shit, smudged with climbing chalk, have holes worn in the rubber on the toes from use, and when not on a climber's feet they may or may not have fabric bananas sticking out of them. (The bananas may be regional, however.) About the only consistent qualifier for climbing shoes being usable I've ever seen is 'do they make me slip off the wall? No? Good to go, then.' Obviously I'm a recreational climber, of course, because I highly doubt the big names would climb with a shoe that had the innards sticking out, so bear that in mind.

So, putting aside the shoes, because we don't have time to unpack brands of shoes, the varying opinions on resoling, pricing, and their inherently replaceable nature, I mentioned weird shit a la human body. For rock climbing, that means doing things like hanging off of door frames, heel hooking to pull yourself up from the sofa, pivoting on your feet without moving literally anything else, etc, etc. (This is, of course, my own experiences.) Allow me to elaborate:

Personally, I have no core strength. None. Nada. And yet, I can still pull myself up from a completely prone position as long as I have something to hook my foot around. Fence? Yup. Corner of a wall? Sure. The bottom edge of a couch? Child's play. Give me the tiniest anchor for one foot, and suddenly I'm vertical. Hooray! I literally cannot do sit-ups without hiccuping so hard I feel like I'm going to puke, but heel-hooks to pull myself up are so ingrained in me that I can (and do) do them half-asleep. I do this because my legs were always my main source of power and control as a climber, which for me led into figuring out the best and easiest way to capitalize on that. Woo climbing!

Of course, that's not to say that my arms were unaffected. The corners of walls are like launchpads for me. Why should I exert energy on shifting my direction when it's easier and more efficient to grab a corner or a pole and let my current momentum carry me into my turn? That's absurd. I will say, though, that's definitely something I only do in places I'm familiar with - the idea of throwing myself bodily into a person on the other side of a corner because I'm moving like a moron is HIGHLY unappealing.

Probably the biggest thing about climbing that is noticeable to those 'in the know', I think, is the way we carry our arms. When I'm using my arms - carrying something, gesturing, even just wiggling my fingers - my shoulder comes up, my muscles engage, and I use the energy I need to. When I'm not doing anything, my arms are dead weight, essentially. My shoulders aren't engaged, nor are my elbows, until I need to DO something with them. The joints hang, because that leaves my energy in reserve for when I actually need it. That's a habit I developed from shaking out soreness on longer route climbs, because loosening your limbs entirely to shake them out helps a lot. Also, why hold yourself with your chest to the wall and your arms all scrunched up when that's just stealing valuable energy? Hanging from your extended arms (shoulders engaged now, you heathen) allows you better vantage, and it takes significantly less energy. So, the same habit carries into daily life. It's actually pretty fun to play 'spot the climber' because the shoulders can be a pretty big tell!

There's a lot of other little things like slang (chips, jugs, down holds, dynos, bat hangs, traverses, first sends, first ascents, rainbow roading, etc.), routines, gym ettiquette, and stuff that only gets learned through experience or talking to someone with the experience. It's like that for all things, and it genuinely makes me so happy to see someone whose passion for a discipline or a hobby leaks into their writing because it gives me a little giggle or a moment of, 'hey! I know that reference!' and makes me happy. So yeah, this is probably incoherent and uncohesive af, but that's my thoughts! Rant over! :D

[mackjlee9]

Just got my tracking stuff for Final Fantasy and it gets to me from France so i just navigated the tracking site with guessing french words lol (all worked and its on its way im so excited, i would be jumping around if it wasnt 11 pm)

For omega verse if you still need it, i would say it is very sense focused like a big part is smell and i think biting is just not like a kink but more instinct if it makes sense, and everything gets like 10x hornier i feel like

wooo~ impressive (says the guy that cannot read french at all lol) maybe not jumping but you could a little *wiggle wiggle* or little *dancy dance* yknow?

i used to write omegaverse like that but its gotten to the point where i've actually forgotten how it worked, ive finished it for now but i could always edit it a bit (bcz i do have to edit it still anyway) hopefully it'll turn out well

[hidden-highlands]

earlier this year i predicted that i was probably going to revert to acting like an immature teenager for a while bc idk i feel like i never got much freedom to be Messy and Angry when i actually was a teenager and i think that prediction was right. it's kind of fun tho i've been bingeing anime and listening to a lot of pop punk lately !!!!

[sabertoothwalrus]

I've been really curious... Are Nico's gauntlets meant to be oversized? Like, do they run on half-tonne gauntlets wielded by 100 lb soaking wet lady anime logic?? Or would there be an ability where they resize to accomodate the wielder...? [I never actually got in to AT, so all I know is cultural osmosis.]

The main answer is I like the aesthetic of oversized gauntlets, and especially since they make him look like he has big kitty paws. I didn’t think through it much more than that when designing them.

In Adventure Time, that’s usually the case with most items, unless there’s a specific episode about it, and a lot of times it’s adding lore to something from a previous episode that was otherwise going to be forgotten about. It kind of functions like a video game like Breath of the Wild, where an item scales up or down depending on whether a monster or Link is using it, and you’re just not supposed to think about it.

I could add lore to the gauntlets, but I don’t know how much I really need to, yknow.

[nebulousandpowerful]

i saw that kiss ask prompt and asked a few friends for some. this ended up being too big for discord so here, have some cute shit, blase tumblr

Magi/Sparks in 37, kissing it better

"Shit," Magi swears, recoiling her hand from the microwave. Sparks sticks their head out from behind the refrigerator door.

"You good?"

Magi shakes her hand. "Yeah, just burnt my hand trying to get my mug out."

Sparks closes the refrigerator and walks over, leaning on the counter. They take a swig from their water bottle and motion to a spot behind her. "You know, we have a hot water kettle, I've heard its super good for heating up liquids."

She gives them a playful shove with her shoulder. "Yeah but this is my tea from earlier, I didnt want it to go to waste."

Sparks takes her hand in theirs and rubs a thumb over the slightly red mark. "Hmm, this looks serious. I'm going to need to administer some of my best medicine to it." They bring her palm to their lips and kiss it softly, lips still cold from the water, before slowly moving up her slender fingers. She feels a small flush creep up her face, Sparks is so quick on their feet all the time that tender moments like this always catch her off guard. She thinks they plan for that, as they look up at her with a satisfied smile. "There, that should do the trick. Did I miss anything?"

Magi twists the hand theyre holding around. "I cut myself in the lab yesterday."

Sparks dutifully moves to the mark, smooching it better. "Good as new. Any other requests?"

Magi wonders if the electricty coursing through Sparks could actually assist with healing. She makes a mental note to track how long these take to disappear compared to her usual injuries, and uses her free hand to roll up the sleeve on her shirt, revealing a large purplish bruise. Sparks sucks in air through their teeth, grimacing at the sight. "Whoof, what happened there?"

"Okay dont laugh, but I walked into a doorframe yesterday."

Sparks lets out a snort. unable to resist. "How'd you manage that?"

"I was carrying a stack of books and miscalculated where the frame was. Managed to not drop any of them at least!"

"That is impressive, given the size of this thing." Sparks presses their lips to it lightly, barely making contact, just enough to leave the skin tingly with microscopic zaps. It sends a wave of goosebumps up her shoulders.

Sparks lifts their face to hers, the charge coming off of them making her hair stand on end. "Anything else, madam?"

"Yknow, I think I burnt my tongue on my tea earlier."

Sparks smirks and leans in closer. "Hmm, I think I can help with that."

Magi closes the distance, mug of hot tea completely forgotten again.

[critical-thinking-is-mandatory]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but from what I can tell "salt" on ao3 gets sorted as "bashing" no matter what, so not all of those fics may have even been that extreme. But overall, I feel like people use ao3 as the ultimate metric for the fandom. I see a lot more people defending Adrien on pretty much every other website, personally.

yeah that's true i'd forgotten that a lot of individual tags on ao3 kinda get lumped in together as a big monolith even if people use a specific tag to indicate a different level of vitriol.

just double checked my numbers and on ao3 there are 468 adrien salt fics and 38,738 fics tagged with adrien as a character. i did look for fics tagged as 'adrien/chat noir centric' and there's only 137 of those but considering how many fics i've had to sift through looking for other character centric fics that have adrien as a main focus that were not tagged as adrien centric i'm not counting those. filing those away under "correct tagging but not in enough numbers to make a difference". so anyway.

just to do a quick check of numbers the number of adrien salt fics on ao3 is a....whopping total of 1.2%. comparing to alya who's only tagged in 17,929 fics but has 631 salt fics, has a salt:fic ratio of 3.5%, which is almost 3 times higher than adrien's! and lila's is even higher (though she is an antagonist so the point is kinda moot but i'll say the numbers anyway) lila has 1,564 salt tags and only 5,078 fics she's tagged in *as a character*. that is a huge proportion of her fics, 30.8% of her fics, in fact.

sorry, statistics yknow? anyway.

i think a lot of people use ao3 as a metric because it has such a thorough tagging system? and it's got so much content on it? obviously it's not a perfect metric because we've got sites like tumblr and fandom wikis and instagram and probably twitter or something too? i hear people do fandom stuff there? it sounds fake to me but apparently.

anyway, back to the whole numbers thing. the percentages aren't perfect, especially when comparing lila and adrien, because lila's a rightfully infuriating character and the audience is encouraged to tear lila to ribbons but adrien is our ~hero~ and ~uwu baby boy~ so it's kinda expected that we have...a big difference.

but comparing alya and adrien? they're both heroes, they're both people the audience is supposed to love and believe in etc etc, they both are used as mouthpieces to shill the writers' opinions and they both fuck up. sometimes hugely! *cough* adrien killing aeon *cough* alya spilling the beans about rena furtive *cough cough* but i wonder who has the most salt? hmm.

anyway, i didn't mean to imply adrien was seeing a significant portion of hate (if i did i'm sorry), or that ao3 is the best metric to use (it's pretty much just easiest lol) but yeah. i think? i may be misinterpreting your ask, anon.

[prof-peach]

What do you think of the different theories on why pokemon all seem to clearly understand us and each other, but we can't understand them? I've heard some people say that pokemon have a universal language, some people say that they understand the speaker's meaning but not the words themselves, and some people say that they have some sort of empathy that we don't, or even something spiritual. As a researcher, what are your thoughts?

I believe all Pokemon have emotional understanding, even if the amount of it varies. Pokmoen such as Gardevoir or Alakazam are naturally very intelligent, with emotional spectrums very symilar to humans, others have less impressive abilities but still are very sensitive to the feelings of those around them, like wooloo for example. They can feel negativity within a human, and other Pokemon too, but their species isn’t usually intelligent enough to understand hugely complex scentences or nor do they possess an ability to learn multiple ways of communication very often. I don’t think there’s a universal language, but somewhat of a base root launguage that all species share, just like how some french words are pretty much the same in English and vice versa. Regional dialects come into play too, Pokemon having different words for things in new regions, making communication a little more complex when they meet those from far off shores. There’s a lot to look into on this topic. Most Pokemon despite their location of origin have enough words and phrases that cross over, to allow Pokemon from all over to communicate with relative ease, even if the sentences seem a little broken or jumbled. We have however come across one or two Pokemon who have been isolated for many, many years, and they lose a lot of their conversation skills, producing very little sound for whatever reason it may be, and thus being difficult to talk to. They also seem to express frustration during conversations with Pokemon or human, sort of like they’ve forgotten how to communicate to a degree. Isolation is a scary thing, and can do a lot of harm to a pokemons ability to discuss and express accurately.

As for the empathy, it’s widely documented that a lot of Pokemon have a 6th sense for feelings, they seem very aware of their trainers, their family, and their friends, being seen comforting grief stricken individuals, cheering up crying babies of all species, and showing huge concern for those in emotional distress. They can read the room pretty well, and are clued in on vibes and general moods of crowds. There is of course those who aren’t as aware of the social queues, which is perfectly fine, not all species are big on the strict, and quite frankly sometimes stupid social etiquettes, which can sometimes cause conflict between individuals.

They’re kind of like us in a way, we have the ability to retain new languages, can speak all sorts of dialects, some not even verbal (intelligent species show an aptitude for ASL and reading brail), and we’re capable of great empathy. Everything a Pokemon can be too. I do believe the psychic types have a stronger connection to emotional needs and feelings, they just have that ESP thing yknow? You’d have to go ask a psychic expert about that topic, totally not my thing haha. Working around them I do see much more of a connection to the topics and events, they’re always eager to be part of a group discussing things, taking it all in. They retain so much it’s actually sometimes very unnerving.

With modern technology we can certainly learn more, translating Pokemon chatter to our languge to understand what they talk about, how they feel, and what they need. I use a porygon-Z but other professors swear by the rotom forms, both can use audio capable software to project a voice and translate without much issue, plus they’re able to download other language programming, so folks and Pokemon from other areas can still be heard and hopefully helped.

It’s one of those topics where you kind of have to draw your own conclusion, there are some unanswered questions, some species are scarily keyed into what’s going on between the humans around them, and can understand a lot of situations presented to them, others seem clueless, perhaps due to a young age, or lack of exposure to human language, or just a lack of interest in picking up on it.

I feel like there’s a lot to be explored in this topic, and though my personal studies have never taken me here, it’s certainly an interesting topic, one you can pick up on and have ideas about simply from living around Pokemon and being with them.

[kickassfu]

so i've started writing down the ideas that come up instead of just letting them pass...ad by that even if it's just a word or something that shows up after some inspiration hits i write down, and then i try to expand on the feeling by writing a few more words just so when i come back to it i can write it. why am i telling u this? cause i feel like it lol and because i want u to see how my brain works i suppose so i'm gonna share the last 3 ideas:

- big room/alone/but in this magnitude i find peace (this one was after a tumblr post, it was a picture of a woman in a big open room and i just felt something)

- given/loss of love/new love/grief/death/loneliness/gifts (this is after i re-read a manga i love which is called given...like that one fucking goes hard and makes me feel things so yknow)

- and here i rest with you/soaking in the sun/in love/in peace/ with you/just the two of us/i wanna see the sun rise and the sun set with you by my side/its warm/you’re warm/i wanna live with you/you shine in the sun (and i have no idea about this one even tho its the most recent one, i cant remember...but it probably came up after reading a manga as well)

i have other ideas that i've expanded upon, but they're not done done...like they need work and all, and maybe they'll never see the light of day who knows. but i just like that i'm just writing down everything (or trying to). it's a great feeling. and i've even writing them down on my notebook and then after i write them again on my computer. writing on paper just makes me feel things...maybe idk

idk what this is. probably me just talking to myself...i do that a lot anyway, might as well put it here for ppl to see or ignore or wtv.

advice: just do the thing. write down your ideas. write down your inspirations. write down the feelings in the moment. even if u dont feel like doing the thing in the moment, whether its writing or drawing or wtv. at least you'll have the idea written down and not lost or forgotten, and u can come back to it eventually if you want to.

[hoodwinkedtoohoodvsevil]

i've been super curious because i am still v green when it comes to nsp & twrp lore/havent listened to every song but where does the name 'Around' come from? i probably just missed it but dfghgf

bfhfjdkfjjdf okay so you didn't miss anything bc there's nothing about Around in nsp/twrp lore that is artie specific kinnie lore

so not too long after heart boner came out (i confirmed the princess/named her rose like. that day.) i wrote a oneshot about danny and rose meeting for the first time. in conversation she asks him where he's from and he goes "uhhhh yknow. around." and rose is like. from a kingdom a good couple centuries in the past, so she's not used to people saying "around" as just a way of meaning "multiple places" so she assumes his kingdom just has a weird general name. rose is kind of your stereotypical yearning to be free disney princess (shh i play with tropes) so she asks him what his kingdom is like because she's dying to go Anywhere that isn't confined behind her castle gates.

danny starts bullshitting but accidentally ends up with something kinda profound.

after writing that part i named the oneshot "a kingdom called around", and i was more proud of it than most things i write. after sitting on it for a while, i decided i needed to write more, i could write the whole story about how danny and rose met and fell in love and ended up together.

i'm convinced that they are canon/endgame (and nsp videos come out in nonchronological order fjfjfkfj) bc when the heart boner video came out and dan and brian made the announcement video for it, brian mentioned that there was a first for danny in the video (he means actually kissing the girl, but i genuinely believe it's also bc he sings a somewhat sexual song about nonsexual feelings) and he added, "remember. all of this is canon." i have never forgotten mr. wecht. also this is how dan described the meaning of the song.

he confirms that heart boner isn't just an act to guarantee sex. it's danny sexbang having genuine feelings for someone, which, the last time that happened, he literally said "FUCK THAT SHIT LET'S BAIL!!!! I'M GONNA PUT MY DICK IN LITERALLY EVERYONE FUCK COMMITMENT FUCK EMOTIONAL GROWTH" but this time he feels strongly enough to actually express those feelings. he still can't not mention boners, plugging, plowing, wieners, and other sexual stuff, but that's basically his scope. but he's changing to meaning to be about actual romantic feelings he has for the princess. also, in release the kraken, he's literally king of a kingdom that just about fits the kingdom seen in heart boner. i'd say connect the dots but don't worry i already did it for you.

ANYWAY that was a big tangent on why i believe they're canon/endgame. BUT YEAH BASICALLY i've always latched onto "around is whatever you want it to be." and after meeting danny, ninja brian, and twrp, eventually marrying danny, eventually eventually marrying sung, and living in her castle with everyone (and part time in dan and brian's time and part time in space w the starlight brigade, can we please commend this woman on this crazy balancing act), for rose, around is a place filled with love. because that's what a kingdom called around is about (or at least it will be when i write it all gjfjfj): love. danny has to come to terms with actually being in real love with someone and Wanting to be in love with them. brian has to silently come to terms with danny caring deeply for someone else without killing them (because that's love!). vera (who i haven't mentioned at all in this but basically she's rose's protective best friend) similarly has to let rose fall in love and go through everything that comes with it. twrp doesn't really learn anything, they already know about love. but they help reinforce what danny learns! (but of course outside of the story i'm writing, sung and rose love each other and rose loves havve/meouch/phobos like family)

there's gonna be a running gag in a kingdom called around that the name of rose's kingdom is always interrupted or censored or a person fails to even attempt to pronounce it. spoilers but it's title, at the end when danny and rose are married and danny becomes king, they rename the kingdom to around, with a goal of making around an ideal place for their people. because around is whatever you want it to be!!!!

that was way too long but uhh i love my story that i've barely written. tldr around is the name of where i lived in my canon and it brings me great comfort bc i associate it with being surrounded by love happiness and freedom. all that gay shit.