#like its one thing if you take a pic and the lightings weird but you just post it as is bc thats literally how the stage looked

[faunandfloraas]

Full offense but fans who get to go to fanmeets or performances and get close enough to take pictures and then proceed to whitewash the boys or maybe even face app their features so a nose looks smaller or sharper, skin texture is non existant, etc etc. Are literally bastards to me. You don't deserve to be there.

[rowanswriting]

Tight Fit

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Smut

wordcount- 2.5K

a special thank you to// @reidsbtch @xxhellfirebunnyxx and @lithium80sblog for helping me so much with this ily guys!

WARNINGS: Steve takes a pic of reader with his phone, spit, cunnilingus, spanking, dirty talk, Steve’s a sub, male masturbation, and hair pulling. If there’s something I missed please let me know! Thank you for reading!!

“God fucking dammit.” Steve groans, working on pushing the lubed up flesh-light that’s gripped in his hand down onto the head of his cock. There was only one issue with his attempts, his dick was too fat to fit. He was almost in tears, working the toy up and down his sensitive head because that’s as far as it would go, whimpering and bucking his hips up, wishing he could feel it wrapped around himself fully. This would have to do for now, he sighs and leans his head back, the muscles in his neck bulging out as he moans. His other hand trails its way down his body to his balls, he squeezes them tightly almost cutting off the circulation.

“Such a good little pussy, all for me, fuck I wish you would fuck yourself down onto me farther, need to feel you.” He babbles out, his jaw tightening as he thrashes around from the pleasure, pre-cum is leaking down his cock and onto his hand, creating a big mess that he didn’t want to clean up later but for now he didn’t care. He slowly removes the toy from the tip of his dick, sitting up and spitting down onto it before pushing it back down. It squeezes him so hard it almost hurts but the pain mixed with the pleasure was delicious and he needed more.

Steve was so lost in his own little world he didn’t pay attention to the sound of the downstairs door clicking open. You were allowed a spare key, the only other person he trusted with one was Robin. The three of you hung out often, which is why you were coming over in the first place. He had forgotten some of his things at your apartment and you were simply trying to be a good best friend and return them. You’d tried calling but he never picked up, so you made your way over, knocking four or five times before you huffed in annoyance.

He said he was supposed to be home today when you’d talked to him on the phone the evening before, but it seemed as if he had gone to bed early. You let yourself in, placing the bag of Steve’s belongings on a bench in the Harrington’s foyer. You had every intention to turn back around and leave when a sound caught your ear. A loud whine floating down the hallway from Steve’s room. You feared the worst after everything that was happening with the upside down.

You make your way down the hall, listening as the sounds of Steve whimpering get louder and louder as you approach his bedroom door. “Steve?! Steve, it's me, are you okay?” You ask, quickly pushing open the door, stopping in whatever you were going to say next, the thought completely dying out in your mind when you’re faced with the most pathetic sight you have ever seen. Steve was splayed out on all fours on his unmade bed, there were two pillows in front of him and something stuck in between him that he was desperately rutting against, trying to work his cock down into but it just wasn’t working.

He turns his head quickly, his face heating up as he stammers, quickly pulling away from the toy and grabbing the quilt on his bed to cover up. “Wha-what are you doing here?!” He says, shaking as you eye him. You felt a sudden dampness between your legs, your brain catching up with what you had just observed. “Well, I only came by to drop your things off but you never picked up the phone…. Now I can see why.” You trailed off as Steve hid his face in embarrassment.

“God I’m so sorry, I hope this doesn’t make things weird.” You laugh slightly, walking inside his room and closing the door softly behind you. “No baby it doesn’t make things weird, actually you look like you could use some help Stevie, only if you’d want that of course.” He swallows nervously, shuffling back on his bed. “How do you want to help me?” He asks, as you step towards his bed slowly, smirking at the lust blown look that was currently gracing his features.

“I think I could take that fat cock better than that flimsy little toy don’t you Steve?” You ask, slowly pulling your shirt up and over your head. You throw it across the room as Steve opens his mouth over and over trying to get words out but failing miserably. “If you don’t want this tell me right now baby, because I’ll be honest, I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You whisper, your knees hitting his bed, slowly crawling your way up to him as he blushes profusely.

He nods his head over and over, looking like one of those bobble heads that you’d put on the dash of your car. Words finally escape his lips as you reach down, placing both of your hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs hard as his breath stutters. “Yes, yes god I want this baby doll, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.” He babbles out as he shifts to be underneath you, pulling you so that your legs are straddling his waist, his cock pressed right underneath your clothed pussy.

You smile down at him softly, he looked beautiful, his hair was a complete mess which for Steve was rare. You liked it better this way, stuck in every direction and matted down to his forehead, you thought it looked cute almost like he had just woken from a dream filled slumber. You knew the real reason he looked like a pathetic fucked out mess and it has you leaking through your panties onto the head of his cock. He takes notice of this, grabbing your hips and making you grind down against him slowly as he lets out a breathy whine.

“Never knew you’d be so vocal Steve, does that feel good baby?” He nods, his eyes squeezed shut, lip bitten raw. You shake your head, slowly reaching down and pinching his face between your fingers. “Look at me.” You demand, his brown eyes fly open, looking up at you. “When I speak to you or ask you a question you answer me, understand?” He chokes on a moan as he nods slowly, “I-I understand miss.”

You lean down, kissing his temple before you’re twisting your hand up in his hair, pulling it slightly. “There’s my good boy, now get my clothes off, wanna feel you inside of me.” He wastes no time in flipping you over so you’re pinned down against his bed, the sheets hot against your back from where he was laying. The smell of him surrounds you, it has your mind swimming as he pulls your shorts down your legs quickly, rubbing his rough hands up your thighs. He lays down on his stomach, looking up at you as he spreads your legs slowly, growling at the sight before him as he ruts his cock against the sheets below him.

Your pussy had soaked through your panties, causing a dark patch to form, Steve leans forward and licks over your cunt, sucking down on where your clit is. Your hands fly down to grab at his arms. “Oh fuck baby! Please don’t tease me c'mon now.” You whisper, moaning loudly as he bites the inside of one of your thighs before he slides your ruined underwear down your legs. You grip onto his arms watching as he stares at your exposed cunt, his brown eyes almost black and dripping with lust at the sight of you. He timidly looks up at you, “Can I eat you out baby? Please, I've wanted to taste you for so long, I wanna make you feel good.” He whispers, sliding his hands up and down the inside of your thighs as he waits for your reply.

You scoff down at him, your patience growing thin, the ache growing and burning throughout your body. “If you want it so bad, beg me. Only good boys get to eat me out Steve. He fights the urge to roll his eyes at you, also growing impatient as he shuffles up a little, laying his chin against your stomach and pouting up at you. “M’your good boy miss, I’ll be the best boy, just please I wanna make you cum on my face. I know you want it, please let me have it.” He whines as you run your fingers through his hair gently, tugging on it a little before you smile at him, nodding. “That’s much better, go on then, show me how bad you’ve wanted me baby.”

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Steve ate you out like a starved man, you were the best thing he had ever tasted. His jaw was stretched wide, his long thick tongue working its way up from your hole back to your clit over and over again. You were shaking, doing your best to not come apart but between the harsh grip he had on you and his magical tongue it was hard to last. His face was completely covered in your slick, running down his chin. You go to push his head away from you but all you get in return is Steve pulling away and slapping down onto your clit harshly with his hand. “Wasn’t done.” He grumbles, spitting down onto you before he’s licking back inside of you, pushing his tongue as deep as it’ll go. “I don’t care if you aren’t done, I need you inside me now baby, need you to feel what a real pussy feels like instead of that plastic one.” You grab onto his head, pulling him up as you sit up to face him, kissing him and licking into his mouth. He was driving you crazy, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He motions for you to turn around as you pull away from him, you position yourself so your ass is high in the air for him. Reaching back and spreading your pussy for him as he jerks his cock behind you. An animalistic sort of sound escapes his lips as he stares down at you, slapping your ass hard before the head of his cock is pressed against your pussy. “You ready baby?” He says, leaning down and kissing your lower back softly, gently rutting up against you as you close your eyes, you’re in pure ecstasy and he hasn’t even started yet. You bite back a hiss as he slowly pushes forward, his thick head stretching you out already, not even close to being in all the way.

“Oh fuck.” You groan out, your head drops down onto his pillow, your face smushed up uncomfortably as he keeps pushing inside of you slowly. “Oh baby, you’re so fucking big, no wonder you couldn’t fit inside that toy, fuck.” He laughs slightly behind you, his hips jerking uncontrollably as his toes curl, he’s close to cumming inside of you already. “F-feels amazing, you’re so tight, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.” He mumbles out, his breath catching in his throat as he grips your hips, pulling you back against him as he pushes the last bit inside, bottoming out. You feel tears prick your eyes, the sensation of him rearranging your insides is too much already, but not enough at the same time.

You push your hips back against him, slowly fucking yourself back and forth on his cock. His muscles in his legs tensing up as you grip him tightly. “Oh my god fuck, please keep doing that, you should see your ass baby, it’s bouncing off my hips, looks so fucking pretty.” You giggle below him, gripping onto his sheets hard, your pace slow and drawn out, you wanted to drive him crazy. It was working. Steve finally had enough of the teasing, reaching his hand down to press your head down onto the bed hard as he finally started thrusting inside of you, each stroke deeper than the next. He’s rubbing up against your g-spot just right, moaning filthy praises into your ear as he drapes himself over you. His hairy chest rubbing up against your back, sweat is causing your bodies to stick together, it should feel gross, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

“C’mon baby show me how you were gonna cum in that pocket pussy, need it. Wanna have you leaking out of me the rest of the day.” You moan out, as he pounds away, the sound of his hips slapping against yours ringing throughout his room. The headboard of his bed smacking against the wall so hard you’re sure there will be a dent later. Steve would worry about that at another time, right now he can only focus on the tight wet heat wrapped around his cock. He had never felt something so amazing in his life, most girls couldn’t take him, always complaining about how he was ‘too big.’ He had never realized he was so big until today, pathetically trying to fuck into his toy and failing. You weren’t like other girls though, you were taking every inch of him and begging for more.

You feel Steve begin to shake, and you know he’s trying to hold out as he babbles out complete nonsense, you can barely understand him before you feel him yank your hair back, pulling you up against him painfully. He leans down and licks up your neck slowly, the taste of your salty skin driving him crazy. “Please miss, g-gonna cum I can’t hold it anymore, please.” He whines, right into your ear. Your eyes roll back as your own orgasm approaches, your body overtaken as your mind drifts off to some other place, you only come to again when you feel Steve gently letting you down.

He flips you over and spreads your legs, groaning as he watches his cum slipping out of you. “You need to see this.” He says, grabbing his phone and opening the camera app, he snaps a picture before turning it around to show you. Your pussy is puffy, swollen up from how hard he had fucked it, and his cum is everywhere, leaking out of you and pooling onto his sheets.

You smile up at him lazily, laughing at the feral look that was on his face. “Next time you need help like that just call me Stevie.” He eyes you over, his mouth opening to run his tongue over his lips. “You mean it baby?” You sit up on your elbows, telling him to come close. He drops his phone down next to you and places his hands on either side of you, as you cradle his face gently in your hands. “Mean it, I’m your little fuck doll now. Understood?” His eyebrows raise up, not expecting you to be so bold about it, but he’s not complaining. “I understand miss, only mine, my fuckdoll.”

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi!! Me again (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨❤️, English maybe bad but I still want to request, sorry first 🤣💧

I was wonder if you know the movie name "PACIFIC RIM".

A movie about "Jaeger" vs "Kaiju".

"Kaiju": A big and scary monster, make by a Alien and send them to earth by a hole under the sea.

They plan is to clean humanity and take control of the Earth.

"Jaeger": A robot human make to fight back the "Kaiju", to protect the Earth, a "Jaeger" need two person to take control of it.

I have an ideal about Buddy, a "Jaeger" pilot and they Twin, is they company to control the robot.

But when they send out to fight, got into a weird light green tornado, send them to the place near the place Cliffjumpber and Cons are fighting.

The Vehicon got scared, leave Cliffjumber behind, and runaway...

Cliffjumber: Wwwait!! Take me with you!!

Vehicon: YOU ON YOUR OWN!!!

And the Twin were speechless...

Buddy Twin: I kinda feel bad for the Red one...

Buddy: It kinda cute...maybe...can we keep them? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)✨

Buddy Twin: ...Why not (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨?

And Cliffjumber take them to the base with them, the Bots was like: "What did you got there??"

Cliffjumber: A energon smoothie?

While big azz Jaeger behind them, waving friendly: (´・ω・`)✌️

What bots will react?

And Cons when the "Jaeger" come to help Bots fighting?

"Jaeger": Plane, Piu Piu Piu!! *Hold the plane and cutely spin*

Starscream: Get your hand OFF me !!!

Soundwave: *Take a pic*

THANK FOR READING ❤️✨

I love this little interactions the Jaeger had in the ask! This is a bit shorter than what I would want, but I hope its enough. If its not what you want, please let me know! Thank you for explaining your ask more, I'm considering in seeing the movie now.

Maybe we will see more Jaeger content in the future.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy and their Twin with a giant Jaeger reactions from Cliffjumper, Wheeljack, Starscream, and Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP

Buddy and Twin were testing a new prototype weapon for the company.

They were strapped in the Jaeger and very eager to try it out.

No one told them about the giant portal behind them.

They got sucked in.

When they landed, they looked around seeing a bunch of smaller looking robots.

Most of them being purple and surrounded by a red one.

Thinking that they were smaller prototype versions of the Jaegers, Buddy and Twin waved at them.

The purple ones took one look at them and left leaving the red one looking up at them.

Twin had the idea of picking the red one up for further inspection.

It certainly was a new model, it looked like it had a mind of its own.

Soon a giant swirly looking portal opened revealing even more robots.

What in the world was happening?

Team that would immediately try and fight the giant Jaeger

These bots have a right to try and fight the giant Jaeger. It’s huge and a potential enemy! Granted there are few that will ask some questions by the end of the fight, but most just want to get rid of it.

Megatron

Starscream

Wheeljack

Team that is in shock to see another robotic being so big

These bots are in slight awe seeing the giant. It had been a long time since either side had seen a being of that size. They will want to recruit them to their side of the war. Are they secretly afraid of it? Absolutely. Are they going to voice it? Absolutely not.

Cliffjumper

Megatron

Team that is surprised to find some humans piloting the thing

All of them. If they are telling otherwise, they are lying. Now whether the bot chooses to get rid of the humans is another story. Maybe not yet, they are still needed. But they are not essential.

[agoracactus]

Golden Crush - Heimdall

i just have to write something since i saw that one beautiful pic of heimdall reading, i dont have the pic nor do i remember which lovely ppl posted that sorry

also merry christmas!!

also's also idk whats wrong with me having the urge to write every time when its super late and my eyes half closed fml

Pairing: Heimdall x reader

Word count: 1545

Warning: no proofread goodnight!

<Your POV>

He's the most beautiful god you've ever seen.

You're not sure how you started to feel this way, but it's too late now- not like you're looking to change your mind anyways.

You love staying away and stealing glances when he's around, knowing he's either feeling bored, or enjoying belittling someone, or trying to impress the All-father. You tell yourself this works out perfectly- having a crush on a god with a stick up his ass that absolutely no one likes- means you won't fall in love with him. You don't need to fall in love, there are things far more important like, life, and living one.

You were tasked to clean up Odin's hall that afternoon when everyone was out training. So you went, pushed open the heavy door with your back, with your arms full with a half-filled bucket, a rug and a broom, humming a tune you made up.

You froze when you saw him sitting by one of the tables, reading.

The golden sunlight poured in and he bathed in it. You watched his braids shimmering in the light with his slight movements, purple eyes focusing on the pages, slender fingers breaking a piece of cheese next to him and gently pushing it between his thin lips-

"Ahem."

You blinked.

Those eyes were looking right at you.

"These tables aren't going to clean themselves." he had a slight frown on his face.

" -! Yes, sorry." you quickly averted your gaze and rushed to the tables furthest away from him, flustered.

Did you stare for too long? How long? Did he get a read on you? Did he know?

Your mind was such a mess that you didn't even know if you were doing your job right. You tried to focus on what you were doing with your back turned towards him, but you couldn't help but feel the burn on your back.

You didn't know if you want to take as long as possible to clean this side of the table- risking him putting his attention on you and getting scolded again, or getting it done as soon as you can- and move on to the table he's sitting at and risk getting his attention again. But all cleaning has to come to an end.

You squeezed the cloth dry and took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to move on to the table he was at. You turned around- someone was standing right behind you.

Water in the bucket splashed out with your sudden stopping, drenching your shirt.

He of course was right out of the zone of dirty cloth water.

"Indolent and clumsy, tell me, who decided that it would be wise to let you clean for the All-father?" he took a disgusted glance at the dirty puddle at your feet.

"I, I'm sorry..." You panicked, quickly kneeled down to clean up the mess you made. He crouched down, watched for a second, then snatched your wrist. You weren't sure what was the purpose of that, did you do something wrong again?

Before you could form a reaction, he suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips upon yours.

Your eyes widen, frozen in place, staring back at those sparkly purple eyes.

<Heimdall's POV>

At first, it was simply curiosity.

He was passing through the training ground, and felt something different. He had to do another glance-around to figure out where it came from, then saw you quickly turned away.

He wasn't sure what it was. Usually people's intentions towards him were very clear, it's either fear, frustration, jealousy or any sort of hostility. This was something new.

He started doing his own little experiments. Taking paths he didn't normally take, engaging in activities he didn't have to take part in, putting himself in the center of the attention, or hiding away in the corner... Then he was finally confident to come to the conclusion that you only have that weird emotion when he's around, and you only react to him.

Of course he had read it before, sometimes from teenagers hiding away in the back side of the houses, sometimes in the hall between some einherjars... Never towards him. Which intrigued him even more.

He felt your presence immediately when you pushed your way into the hall. He felt you staring. And somehow it became very hard to suppress a smile. He couldn't pay attention to what he was reading anymore, instead he kept listening to what you were doing. He found himself getting impatient at how slow you were cleaning that one row of tables.

He didn't even fully comprehend what happened when he's been shoved and fell backward onto the ground. He heard you running away and the door of the hall closing behind you.

What went wrong? Did he read you wrong?- No, impossible, he is the God of Foresight, he'll never read anyone wrong. Confusion soon turned into anger. Did you just reject him? How dare you?

He wanted answers. But you were nowhere to be found. For days, he patrolled everywhere he had seen you, but he couldn't find you, not even sense you.

It was at a huge drinking party where he found you- in the corner, serving people.

A sense of success washed over him before he swiftly parted the crowd to stand before you- and the somewhat cheery feeling slid away when he saw your warm smile turned into an awkward grin.

What's the intention he's getting now?

He heard you mumble something before slipping away into the crowd, eyes never meeting his.

And what's this feeling in the pit of his stomach?

<Your POV>

You've been avoiding him since the day he kissed you.

You still weren't sure what happened, a part of you thought it was all just a dream. Perhaps you thought about him too often. It couldn't have been true, no, it would be more likely that you approached him and assaulted him... On second thought, it could be exactly that. You took advantage of the Asier god and twisted the memory in your head...

Most likely he already knew your feelings towards him. That's why. He's always been a jerk, he just wanna make fun of you. Or perhaps you did something and that's his way of punishing you?...

Either way, it's better that you keep your distance.

It took you a lot of effort to stay out of the way. You saw him showing up at all the places you had to be, and had to take a hard turn and duck out of his sight. But you couldn't run forever.

You found him outside, at the back of the drinking hall, drunk.

It got you worried because he was never drunk. But he was, here, slouching against the wall.

"...Heimdall?" you approached carefully.

"...Look who's here," he raised his empty mug, "Pour me another drink!"

"You're quite drunk." you tried to take his mug away. "Aren't you here to serve? Serve!" he raised his voice, swatting your hand away.

You stood there, staring at him.

"...What is that?..." he squinted his eyes, "Is that pity?... How dare you..." he tried to stand upright, but the moment he left the support of the wall he started leaning right. You quickly step forward, held onto his arm, and helped him lean back against the wall.

"...How dare you change your mind..." he mumbled. "I'm sorry?" you gently took the mug from his hand. "You!" he frowned, "Don't you like me?"

You nervously gripped the mug with both of your hands, "...So you do know..." eyes fixed on the rim of the empty mug, "...Did you, kiss me just to mock me?"

"..."

You waited, but there's no response. You raised your gaze and met those purple eyes.

"...Your eyes are beautiful." he said, almost in a whisper.

"...What?"

"...Don't change it." he took a step towards you, wobbly. "...Change what?" "What you feel, towards me." he leaned forward, putting his arms around you, "It's quite nice..." resting his head on your shoulder, "...And stop running..." his words ended up slurred. You froze, feeling his weight on you.

"...Heimdall?"

No response.

He already fell asleep, standing.

<Morning>

You woke up with a pleasant sigh, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun caressing your face, hearing the chirp outside the window

And a low chuckle.

Your eyes shot open.

The Aesir god was laying next to you, one arm supporting his head. The morning sunlight gently fell upon him, on his golden braids, his perfect skin, leaving sparkles in his purple eyes.

"Mornin' sunshine."

...Is this a dream?

"Who knew y/n would seduce a drunken god-"

Your hands reacted faster than your thoughts, pressing firmly over his mouth, "Nothing happened! You fell asleep! I can't just leave you there!" you quickly explained.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." he gently pulled your hands down, "It's too late now."

"...What?" you couldn't take your eyes off of him, as he was bathing in the swirling golden particles.

"I will let the whole Asgard know, that y/n got me drunk to lay with me." "-! That's not true! I-" He smirked, gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

He whispered against your skin, "Now you can never run away from me."

[catboybiologist]

Hey, transfem who has only started to like her body about half a year ago here

As someone who takes a lot of pictures of themselves, do you have any resources/tips for angles or something that accentuates feminine features?

Also in regards to having a somewhat normal facial expression, like my eyes look so weird in every picture I take bc I don't know where to look

This response ended up WAY longer than I expected, and I think Imma add it to my pinned post- thanks for pushing me to talk about this! I don't think I'm really an expert here, but if people want to leave more advice in reblogs and comments, please do.

So when I say "I had two years of femboy experience before transferring to the related (and potentially overlapping) but separate field of trans womanhood" I'm only like... half joking. Selfie angles took a fucking wild amount of time for me to figure out, and guess what? The pictures I post are usually 1-3 in a set of about 20 that I take at any given time. I'm still unhappy with most pictures I take, you just gotta take a lot of them, and figure out for yourself.

That said, I think I have gotten a lot better over time. Behold, the first selfie I posted on reddit (warning for kinda cringe but I know y'all fuck with that):

(Damn, my thighs look good when I properly shave, gotta do that sometime)

(btw I'm 23 in this pic so feel free to simp if you so desire)

And another early one:

This was still selected from a bunch that were horrible, but you can really tell that my face is basically just covered in fabric entirely. My eyes look very dead in both. Compare that to:

^this one is still pre-transition, so don't blame the estrogen.

So what are my specific tips? Well, the classic "selfie angle" is from above. This angle certainly helps, but why? Personally I've found that its far less about angles are far more about lighting. Since most lighting is overhead, taking selfies from above means that you'll have a well lit face in those standard lighting conditions. Notice that in both the early selfies and the later one, the camera is actually positioned below my height level, and there's still a noticeable facial difference between them. The reason this is possible is good, forward lighting. Generally, you want a soft light source to be vaguely behind the camera, shining onto your face- but make sure its not too close, or too bright. This will ensure that harsh shadows don't artificially make your features look much different than they actually are.

Another thing that cannot be understated: DISTANCE between yourself and the camera, especially if you're using a phone camera. There are several reasons for this- notably, it'll help make the background be framed more pleasantly, as well as prevent the camera/phone itself from shadowing your face. But there's also a massive, insidious reason this happens- all phone cameras have some degree of fisheye to their lens to increase the field of view while still using compact optics. Multiple lens have helped a bit, but its still a problem on all of them. Higher end phones will algorithmically correct for this, but they also add a TON of other postprocessing "beautification" in ways that are sometimes completely invisible (insert entire rant here about how this is a deceptive marketing tactic to make a brands phone cameras seem better than they actually are). Sometimes, these edits are way off base. But I digress. The fisheye is killer because it takes any slightly more prominent feature and bulges them out, including the nose and chin. Conversely, recessed features, like eyes and the sides of your cheeks, are going to be less emphasized. Moving further away from the camera significantly reduces this. If you can get a small phone tripod and take selfies that way, it'll alleviate this. Unfortunately my living space is not large atm, and I have less motivation to bother my roommates in the common areas and use their hallways for picture taking, so this has been a little lacking in more recent selfies. It's also just a lot of work for a couple quick selfies, so its hard to do right- but it genuinely makes a world of difference.

Otherwise, my advice about eyes would be that your eyes show your overall facial expression, even if you're covering your mouth. Most of my pictures are taken while smiling slightly under the mask, and it shows in the eyes. If I want a scarier looking picture, I'm stone faced or deliberately make my entire face angrier, and you end up with the "glaring directly down the camera wanting to kill you" face. Referring to the pictures I just posted- the first two are both dead faced under the mask, whereas in the last one, I'm doing a smug, sultry smirk. The eyes then reflect that.

Don't focus on specifically trying to open your eyes wider. Change your facial expression and just let them be how they want to be in relation to that. Eye position should fully commit to looking straight into the camera, or be fully distracted with something else, imo (including the screen of your phone, if you're doing something like a mirror selfie). If you're taking a mirror selfie, look at the camera lens as it's reflected in the mirror. A HUGE takeaway is that cameras, especially phone cameras, straight up lie to you. They don't work the same way as the human eye, and have to compensate for that- but they'll never be a completely faithful representation of what you look like. Don't let your ego be affected by how you look in pictures, when all is said and done.

And of course, experiment, experiment, experiment! Figure out the lighting you can get in the space you have available, and the angles that work for you! Don't be afraid to delete selfies you don't like! Show off your style and your features in the way you want to! There are no rules for what's attractive, this is just what I do and you should develop your own style!

I guess I'll take this with both femboy and trans tags bc the selfies are pre-HRT

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hey! i was just curious if i could use your art in an artist study? i looked over your faq and i didn't see any mention of it so i just wanted to ask. it's okay if the answer is now, no pressure :)

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) sure, if you credit me! i would be incredibly flattered!!

now that being said, i would also like to share with you some artists whose work i've enjoyed doing studies of! i find it's very useful to "follow the money" with artists you like, and go along the chain of inspiration to see how ideas and styles can change from person to person.

vincent van gogh is my BIGGEST inspiration in terms of color and composition! his unique style of brush work is what he's best known for, but i recommend looking at his works holistically too, and seeing where the eye is led and how he plays with light, color, and mood. if you want to go further, he was very inspired not only by prior impressionists, but also by japanese ukiyo-e artwork— try comparing "starry night" to "great wave off kanagawa" and seeing the similarities in the grand, sweeping movements they convey.

i'm sure i've said this a million times, but genndy tartakovsky has probably my favorite cartoonist style. it's at its peak in samurai jack— opinions are mixed about the narrative quality of season 5, but if nothing else, the art direction is absolutely jawdropping. one of my favorite scenes is the bit in the tomb, where jack is hiding in a sarcophagus, because the music and visuals are paying homage to a scene at the climax of "the good the bad and the ugly"!

in a totally different direction from those two... i'm a huge fan of gil elvgren's pinup girls! i've had a few different pinup calendars over the years, and at the end of the year, i like to cut up the pages individually for mini posters— i've covered pretty much all my available wall space in his illustrations. i love it when artists don't feel the need to sacrifice expressiveness for realism; his girls are SO DARN CUTE and they all look like they're having so much whimsical, cartoonish, flirty fun!

here's a post where i talk about more inspirations!

here's a post listing some other tumblr artists i like!

i'm also just very heavily inspired by 50s-60s print illustration... things like advertisements, "clip art" (which you had to physically clip out of a book and paste onto the page), and of course, tv cartoons. one big trend i love with that "googie" art style is how incredibly limited the palettes were, and how efficient the economy of line was. as much as i love the bold, blocky, dynamic shapes of styles like tartakovsky, who takes insp

also, please remember i'm entirely self taught and am NOT an expert, so just be aware of that if you see any weird stylistic choices in my work... i admire the work of a lot of professionally trained artists, but that doesn't mean i have any training or real right to go around teaching people stuff. i'm just some guy from a big crazy family full of artists, only some of whom went to school for it.

okay, that got way longer than i meant it to, SORRY! here's a pic of my cat Carmen as a thanks for reading this far ^_^

[schismusic]

Joy Division, or: how I learned to stop worrying and love New Order, too

Spring is weird as hell because one time you have this glaring sun that powers you up like being plugged into a wall outlet, then not five minutes later clouds begin to gather and you feel like you're going to die if anything goes south. So the most obvious combination to represent two sides of this same coin, emotional and meteorological, is Joy Division and New Order.

Sometimes you need Transmission or Shadowplay for the sunny days — impassioned jolts, sparks flying everywhere. Sometimes The Perfect Kiss hits harder on a cloudy afternoon, coming back home and in need of that extra push to not fall asleep in the train. It's surprising to realize the versatility displayed by both bands, or the same band in two different iterations according to whomever you ask. Peter Hook says, as late as 1993, that the laziest member of New Order is Ian Curtis. Or again this other person, in the comments under the Atmosphere official video on YouTube, who went to see New Order (Hooky-less New Order, which might be a relevant distinction) at the O2 Arena a couple of years ago and they gave an encore, says "Those of us who stayed got the privilege of watching Joy Division perform three of their songs". Interesting outlook on the matter. I personally saw Peter Hook and the Light play both Joy Division records and, I'm pretty sure, an encore comprised of just Love Will Tear Us Apart at the Arti Vive Festival in Soliera, back when it was still free to attend some of the events. I remember being pretty mad that Hooky had stopped to take pics with basically everyone and then left exactly as I was approaching. In retrospect I don't exactly blame the man, it was like midnight anyway. I remember nothing of the back trip home.

My first contact with Joy Division happened when I was thirteen and very much in my prog era. I was in Rome staying at an aunt of mine's place for my fourteenth birthday and she told me I could get a CD, since I had gotten some money saved up over time. Some Facebook page dedicated to Pink Floyd I'd liked (yeah, Facebook at age thirteen — I literally just wanted to play a fucking Flash game, back when Facebook allowed them, and I ended up getting to be terminally online. Crazy how things turn out) used to share a lot of memes and fanart relating to the Unknown Pleasures album cover, and me being a massive Pink Floyd head at the time I thought "I mean, if these guys are pushing this band so hard, that's gotta mean something". The album cover was pretty striking, admittedly: a far cry from the paisley ass paintings that I had grown to accept as the gold standard for the music I liked, but its simplicity struck a chord closer to The Dark Side of the Moon, or perhaps The Wall. Those were records I liked a lot, probably called them "the best records ever made" to more than one person, not like they aren't but that's a very bold statement to make when your listening experience consists exactly of

Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor when I was six;

Daft Punk's complete discography (minus Random Access Memories, which wasn't out yet) when I was twelve;

Pink Floyd's complete discography, courtesy of a CD collection coming out with some Italian newspaper, that same year;

a couple random classic rock records recommended to me by older friends and relatives usually well into their fifties or sixties at the time, random people on Internet forums — which, for clarification, I did not actively attend, preferring to just lurk from time to time — and the OndaRock "milestones" page.

So browsing through the surprisingly expansive CDs section of this electronics shop in Rome, and being mesmerized by a vinyl rack in the days when Music on Vinyl was the final frontier of pretending you could re-analogue the digital ("you mean to tell me these are like CDs, but bigger? Whoever designed these truly lived in the future"), I came across that very same album art that had stricken me so hard. I had listened to the first seconds of the album on YouTube, but that weird drum sound — so echoey, so distant, ultimately not particularly powerful, meaning it didn't really sound like Bonzo: it sounded more like my own band, which at the time didn't even exist yet — I didn't really know what to make of. This store I was in had one of those preview listening machines that would scan the barcode on the CDs and give you a small snippet of the song. I pull the CD up to the scanner, the scanner lights up green, I put on the headphones and the solo from this comes up:

Clearly they had to be kidding me. I had come to know, sneaking into infinitely many rehearsals with the band from my mother's town, what it sounded like when someone tried to play lead without something else filling up the arrangement (even though I didn't really know all that, or at least lacked the vocabulary to properly express it) and, for Christ's sake, didn't these guys notice rehearsing? It sounded empty, weirdly so, and it wasn't my thing, I thought. I put that CD away and picked up a band I knew I'd like — Genesis, specifically. So Nursery Cryme became the first CD I've ever paid with my own money, the very day I turned fourteen. Not a bad pickup. I remember being very impressed with the fast blurring lead guitar on The Musical Box and digging the sweet pastoral atmospheres of For Absent Friends and Harlequin. I still think of that record more often than one would probably assume looking at this blog, or my most played on Spotify. At the time, that was the best move I could take, really: why beat my head against a record that, as your average prog nerd ballbreaker, simply wasn't speaking to me?

Then all of a sudden in August of the same year my friend's dad hands me a 16 gigabyte USB drive, full of random music from all eras of rock. A lot of it remains inscrutable to me for a really long time, most notably Tom Waits (see related post), but I spent the whole month reading random folder names, seeing if something catches my eyes, and at one point I come across the Mars Volta. Open the folder up, read the names of their first three records, and my first thought is "Christ, these guys look incomprehensible. I'm about to have some fun". Long story short: I end up having a lot of fun, the Mars Volta turns into my favourite band at the time and finding out that they had previously been called At the Drive-In makes me gain some measure of respect for punk rockers: if they tried hard enough, I must've thought, they could prog as hard as anyone. In the meantime the ghost of Joy Division remains at the back of my head. I feel like I'm missing something, for the first time in my life: it's not them, it's me. Too bad that same realization didn't occur to me when it came to the people in my life until much, much later, but that's being fourteen for you I suppose. Early King Crimson and the Mars Volta were the pinnacle of violence to me, and not even the very few Metallica songs I'd downloaded just to see what would happen scratched that itch. It felt a bit too cauterized for some reason (I would later find out I had been looking in the wrong direction the whole time: the Black Album "sucked", according to my favourite metalhead of the time, who somehow catalyzed my interest from the very second I saw him in the school's courtyard. Hard to imagine why I would imprint on people like puppies do, but what the fuck, not like I've ever outgrown that anyway, I've just gotten better at managing it). But I felt there was more than violence to this, or different forms of violence. When Christmas came around and my relatives tried to get me presents, my mother asked if there was anything specific I was interested in, and I basically told her "look, if they can get me some CDs off of this list, I'm golden". It had some bangers on it, namely Noctourniquet by the Mars Volta — it's one of their best and I will die on this hill, be warned — and The Downward Spiral, which might as well warrant its own post in an ideal world. But the best of them all I think came from a random purchase, once again with the little money I had lying around at the time.

Closer appears to be, right away, a bit more concrete, and if there's something inexperienced music fans like is a pretty packaging that conjures a strong emotional response before they've even played the record. Compare a color-inverted graph of pulsar emissions to a literal funerary monument. Opening up the booklet I was shocked to see that Genesis was used as a negative point of comparison (bad omen, I thought) by people close to the band, and I came across much more detailed information about Ian Curtis's untimely demise — at that time, something far too removed from my experience to be faced with the delicacy and attention it deserves. Atrocity Exhibition hits like a ten-ton truck, a reference which at the time I wouldn't have been able to make for obvious reasons, and Isolation exposes all the nerve tissue under the skin. Passover comes in and strips everything even barer, and then A Means to an End turns… danceable, for some reason? Big emotional moment with The Eternal and Decades, which I thought actually took them closer to my usual tastes. And yet at the same time I kept looking at Colony, Heart and Soul and Twenty Four Hours as the most compelling cuts. Geometric assault sounding like sheet metal if it were music; rhythmically driven emptiness that serves as a minimal backdrop for depressed poetry, and finally a rocking ebb-and-flow that would probably inform a lot of my interest in GY!BE-like post-rock in the coming years. Very interesting to think that the same guys who'd done Unknown Pleasures could think of this. To this day, when asked, I still do think that Closer is the best Joy Division record, but what does it even mean when the records are exactly two, compilations notwithstanding?

It was around this time that it came to my attention that both Joy Division and another band called New Order had a record called Substance out, both published by the same recording company, both coming out within a year of each other. Looking it up, it turns out it's fully intentional, because New Order is simply Joy Division minus Ian Curtis. It would turn out to be a tad bit more complex than that. Anyway, I look New Order up and kind of have to do a double-take. Synthpop? In my Joy Division? More likely than you'd think, considering Isolation exists. But yeah, that sort of seals it — I wouldn't care about this New Order for a million years. Until all of a sudden a couple of years later David Sylvian bursts like a comet in my face, which of course leads me straight to Japan, the same year as I'd come across Berlin-era Bowie, and you can probably guess where this is going, right?

Well, you'd be wrong. I still don't check out New Order. There's a whole new world open to me — vaporwave and therefore R Plus Seven come to my attention, which leads me to dissect that record like an alien tool of unclear purposes. This of course leads me onto an ambient tangent, taking me back to my Tim Hecker listens of that same year, which has the effect of renewing my interest in "pure" electronic music and the then-rising post-dubstep movement. The sheer experience of sound, the dazzling modernity and innovation, is what's in at the time. I have no time for nostalgia-pandering dimwits: the future awaits. Then all that jazz from the first Godflesh post hits, then God pulls the funniest gag in the history of viral infections to my memory, and I have some time to actually look back, a bit less prejudiced. As it turns out, synthpop is not the devil, as some of you might have surmised by now, and as I relisten to Blue Monday I realized I have never listened to either of the Substance record. I do know some, most perhaps?, of the tracks on the Joy Division one, and I do think the New Order one has the more striking cover art — not to mention I knew, by this time, that this was the one to give Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance its name, and that Your Silent Face soundtracked one of the most memorable moments in Nicolas Winding Refn's Bronson. As the ultimate Hideo Kojima stan, I couldn't let this slide, so I pop the record on and get hit with this:

Way to go, guys. Holy shit. I knew that Ceremony was a Joy Division cut before they could record it, but what the hell — Bernard got it, too. It wasn't a matter of singing ability with songs like these, it's just getting it, finding the right energy. They had that right energy. And then it hit me just as many times these dudes have made Blue Monday over and over again before actually getting it right, and everytime I look into it it's funnier and funnier to realize just how many different attempts it took them to finally be Kraftwerk, but augmented — with the stellar results we all know. Everything's Gone Green, 5 8 6, Temptation potentially, all lead up to this one moment in the history of dance music where somehow three dudes and a girl hailing from Manchester managed to out-gay the Pet Shop Boys (by their own admission, apparently), to shake the whole world's collective booty, to do whatever it is they were supposed to do in this last comparison that would ideally make the previous one a bit less obnoxious but whatever, it's 3am as usual, you know how it goes by now don't you? But then after Blue Monday the record keeps going, and thank god it does, because it's banger after banger. How do these guys keep doing it?

So I spend some time with that record, then it fades down, then it comes back up last month, when the weather calls for it and its parent company. Which is when I find myself watching the Control movie for the first time, surprisingly enough seeing as I already enjoyed the work of Anton Corbijn as a photographer. Looking at all that, it is revealed to me that Joy Division never really having died is not a bug, it's a feature. Everyone is gasping, I get it, but please pick your jaws up and check this out: the band has never learned how to play their respective instruments. One might go so far as to argue they play their own stuff their own way, and that's basically it. Nothing could be further from the truth. These guys jammed, a lot; that's how Joy Division wrote songs, that's how New Order wrote songs, even going as far as having Bernard Sumner fucked up on acid so he could find the chorus to Temptation or the whole band bombed out of their minds on X in Ibiza clubs to write, basically, the entirety of Technique — and even then, not really, there's a couple jangly tracks that the X would most likely render unlistenable but what do I really know? Point being: it might now have been sparked by a music teacher or instructor, it might not have been the product of a process comparable to that within Television, which led them to organically seek out better, more "by the book" musicianship, but New Order were incredibly familiar with their instruments, had formed an element of comfort and understanding that counterbalanced the alien-ness to music terminology.

Peter Hook recently uploaded a Yamaha-sponsored video to his Instagram, which I am pretty sure has a say in running, where he jams on a Yamaha bass and, you know, it sounds like Hooky alright, but it's never a discernible bassline until he kicks into the A major strumming that opens Love Will Tear Us Apart. Before that, he just strolls around the neck, leisurely strumming away at power chords imbued with that thick chorus and reverb combo he became renowned for. I would never, in my wildest dreams, have imagined I'd find myself thinking "okay, awesome, stop talking — I want to hear you jam a bit more" referring to one of the musicians who were part of possibly two of the craziest storiest in the history of contemporary rock'n'roll, also notorious for playing the rockstar whilst carrying the minimum possible baggage of technical knowledge he could. Once again, this is nowhere near a knock to the man — quite the opposite. Ian Curtis asked "persistence, well, what does it matter?", and Hooky (and, of course, the other members of New Order) found a way to constructively answer that question. Moments before Coil, but a bit later than Israel Regardie, they said "persistence is all" and built a brand on finding a way to consistently sound like splendid, eternal, golden children: "like crystal", impassionate, tightly-knit performers with the purity of a child's heart. Ian Curtis had, in certain ways (at least artistically), the purity of a child in his heart, which some might even argue was a distinguishing feature of most of his literary idols — if you think about it, William Burroughs could be your dirty-minded classmate who walked in on his parents sharing an intimate moment in the bedroom (had his parents been gay men, the metaphor would probably fly better, but that most definitely wasn't the case). So the heart of Joy Division remains untouched, if a bit more naked. Heroes of post-punk, sons of the silent age, you can sleep soundly tonight.

[pudding-parade]

Cactus Springs by poppikins

You know, I should probably subtitle this series "Plumbing the Depths of the Exchange So You Don't Have To." Because, yup, this is another world from the Exchange, though this one is recent, uploaded in April of 2022, found a little while ago when I was poking with a stick at the recent world uploads on the Exchange. This one has the generic CAW icon as its preview, but it said "Mid century" on the Exchange page, and its name implied desert, two things which are pretty much guaranteed to suck me in. (I promise the next one isn't a desert world. It's also tiny. LOL ) This world's file size was decently-large, so I figured it would be reasonably complete, so I gave it a shot.

And I'm glad I did! This is very much reminiscent of an affluent California desert town first built up in the 50s, with its densely-packed houses behind high privacy fences. I will say that I think the world could do with some more terrain painting, both in the world and on the lots, and that it could also do with some more deco, particularly rocks and some embellishment of the titular "springs." (But OTOH, I'm unnecessarily picky about all that.) Since it's a recent upload, it's possible the creator is still working on it and will update it. But if not...Well, scenery might not be this world's strength, but it has fabulous lots.

The world has 41 community lots and 80 residential ones. None of the lots are EA, and most of the residential lots are pre-built with maybe half-a-dozen empty. All of the lots are different, every single one of them. A handful of them are apartments. I'm pretty sure the world creator built all of the lots in the world because they're just too uniform in style to have been downloaded separately. This was a ton of work, so I can totally forgive the lack of scenery. I'd say about half of the residential lots are fully-furnished while the rest only have kitchens and baths. If nothing else, if you like the mid-century modern style, this is a good world to download even if you only pilfer lots from it to use elsewhere.

There's no info about this world's requirements, but you definitely need Lucky Palms for this. Without it, you're missing some rabbitholes, pretty much all of the plants, windmills, and also build items like clerestory windows and slanted columns. The world looks barren and just plain weird without Lucky Palms. As far as EPs, I noticed nothing from Supernatural, Island Paradise, or Into the Future, so it might not need those packs. It's possible items from SPs were used, but I more strongly suspect that the four mid-century sets from the Store were used because many of the furnished lots are missing some double beds, dining tables/chairs, toilets, sinks, and lighting. I could be wrong, but I'm betting the Store items were used for those things. It would make sense, after all. If you don't have those sets, you can download them in .package format here.

The world does have a pet store, so if you want it to function as such, you'll need the pet store register from the Store.

The title of this post is a link to the world's Exchange download, but if you don't want to deal with the Exchange or sims3packs, I have uploaded a .world file here, too. That file goes in your install files at GameData > Shared > NonPackaged > Worlds.

OK, that's enough up-front blather. More info and pics are behind the cut.

The world is 2048x2048, but its playable area is compact. Here is the entire playable area in Edit Town:

Since the world is unpopulated, when I loaded up the world to take pics, I had NRaas Story Progression create 20 families, just to see how the world would run when decently populated. The world ran for a total of 10 simdays, some kids were born, people went to school/their jobs, blah blah, and I noticed no lag or weird issues. Granted, my machine is decent and the folder I'm using to take pics of these worlds has some defaults, the items from the Store worlds (because I wanted to see this world properly and I suspected it was missing Lucky Palms stuff) and NRaas mods only, so YMMV. I didn't get any notifications of any stuck sims, not even horses, so the routing appears to be good, which makes sense because it doesn't have any of the things that often cause routing issues. The world does have subway stations, but even if it didn't, it doesn't take sim-hours to get from one end to the other in a car or taxi or even on a bike because the playable area is so compact.

The world has all spawners except for the Island Paradise and Into the Future ones. It does have the fish spawners from the World Adventures worlds.

So long as you have Lucky Palms, the town has all rabbitholes except for the Into the Future ones, an equestrian center (none of the lots are big enough for horses, anyway), and the Supernatural ones. It does have the film studio. Some, but not all, of the rabbitholes are in basements to maintain the look of the town, and you can of course edit those lots and use rugs instead, if you don't like basement rabbitholes.

The world does not have any Showtime venues, and it only has one dance club. There aren't many empty lots and nowhere to add more, so if those things are important to you, this might not be a world for you. What it does have is cool lots, so the rest of this post is going to be about those. Not all of them, of course because I only get 30 pics in a post, but a sampling.

First some, but certainly not all, of the community lots:

This is the science area. The house in the lower right corner is a residential lot for a small household of nerds, with all the science stuff from University Life plus a chemistry table and other Logic items in it. Then there's the science rabbithole, and the military one is in the basement under the low octagonal buildings in the upper left. There's also that multi-station science thing from University Life. It's in the bottom left corner.

This is the fire station. So nice to not to see one of the EA ones. It doesn't come with a fire truck, though.

This is the salon. It doesn't have tattooing, but in addition to the stylist makeover stations, it does have four or five deco hairdressing stations. So, this would be a good lot to use the hairdressing mod on.

This lot also shows the only issue that I noticed with the world. It has Al Simhara's distant terrain, but it acts weirdly, which you can see in the picture above. I'm not sure if this is just my game doing this or not. Frankly, if I were to play this world, I'd just delete the distant terrain. It isn't really needed, IMO.

This is the arcade. It has bowling lanes and arcade machines.

This is the town's one and only club, and it's an exclusive one, so there's a bouncer at the front door. My testing sim got in via a bribe. :)

The vanilla-color building on the left is the pet store while the coral-color one is a shell with the spa rabbithole in its basement. If I was playing this world, I'd build an actual spa with the items from Sunlit Tides and a spa rabbithole rug, but this will do. The rainbow-colored building in the back is a sort of mall. It has little shops with WA registers in it (nectar, relics, general store, food) inside, and it has the grocery, bookstore, and theater rabbitholes in the basement.

The graveyard. The building with the asymmetrical roof on the right side of the pic is part of this lot, too. It's small and empty, but it could be dressed up for small weddings.

And finally, pics of a handful of the 80 residential lots, in a cross-section of sizes. Of course, the problem with them being tightly packed in and behind fences is that it makes it harder to take pics, but this will give you an idea of the types of lots in the world.

[serene-sun]

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓 🏳️‍⚧️

Pairing: Swiss x trans OC

Warnings: crying, self doubt, coming out, trans topics

Word count: 1k

Summary: tonight’s show in Berlin ends up taking some wheight off of their chest.

A/n: completely inspired by today's pic of Swiss with the trans flag!

“Ha!” Swiss squeaked, throwing his guitar pick into the sea of waving and cheating fans.

I come up behind him, sneaking up to scare him. 

The lights are loud, and everyone seems so happy. I love this, this after-ritual feeling. Its been a great night, no mess-ups and no difficulties.

“Boo!” I pounce onto the ghoul from behind, attaching to his back as he stumbles forward.

“Oh, you scared me!” He breathlessly says

“Haha, sorry, couldn't help it!” I laugh, feeling him smile as I get off him.

“Oh, look we're about to do final bows.” Swiss direct my attention to the other ghouls lining up with Papa.

“Oh yeah,” I say, grabbing his hand and prancing over there with the jolly ghoul.

It has been only a few months since I was summoned, apparently, they needed backup and extra bass. Since the moment they searched for my element mark, and found that my summoning was very difficult, they have always checked in on me daily. I grew very close to Swiss, as he was after all the first ghoul I laid eyes upon. I never got too close to get intimate or physical, I was always fearful they would find things they didn't like. One was that I had in fact, not been born a guy. Another is that I had several scars from the times that I had lived. I assumed they knew, but when they never said anything and went on like I was normal…I couldn't bring myself to let them down. 

They all assumed I was normal.

Some bright colors catch my attention, my eyes latch onto the flag that Swiss was holding.

Swiss tries to take my hand, I stand between him and Phantom.

“Hey, you ok?” Swiss can tell something is off.

“Yeah, yeah, what's that?” I already know that the flag he's holding is that of the trans community, but I double-check, I also don't want to bring it up myself.

“Oh, this? A fan threw it on stage, it's the trans flag, probably because it's pride month ya know?” Swiss finishes, and yet my eyes can't decide if I should look at his pretty eyes shining through the mask or the flag that felt like it hated me. 

After we bow, we all head back to the dressing rooms. A bunch of gasps of relief echoes down the hallway as tails fly out of pants, and strangled hood masks come off of sweaty hair and messed up black-out makeup. 

“Hey, you sure your ok? You were shaking pretty bad, and that wasn't adrenaline shakes haha.” Swiss gives an honest smile, making sure I was ok for the 2nd time that day. 

I comb through my hair with my fingers, the glamour fading as small claws appear. I wince at occasional knots and tangles within the long black curls.

“Yeah… it's nothing.” I try my hardest to give a fake smile, but it fades away as soon as his eyes leave mine.

It's not like I hated the way I was, it's just that I never wanted it to become my personality. So I completely stopped saying it, letting the choice of having pride in it go. It's not like I hated the flag either, it just felt like being so close to it, was making it closer to them figuring out the obvious thing about me.

“Here, come with me.’ Swiss takes my hand again, I now notice how sweaty it is, but I follow him as he guides me down to the dressing room that he shared with Rain, Phantom, and myself.

“You started acting weird when you saw the flag, Are you sure you're ok? Don't lie, I know it was more than nerves.” Swiss pulls me into the room and turns the lights on.

I start to panic, my chest feels tight, my hands feel numb and my face feels hot.

I start to pick at my nails with my other hand, bringing them together at my waist. 

Everything I want to say, I swallow.

“Nothin.” I say Brittle

“If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?” Swiss asks, low.

His words ring the bells of panic in my head, my ears go down, and my tail stays still between my legs as if I've been injured.

“It’s- hard…to explain.” My voice cracks

Dammit, he definitely knows now

“I feel that you are scared, and I want you to know that there's nothing to worry about.” Swiss rubs my arm assuringly.

For once I hate that he can practically read my mind, that was so connected. Although I feel the warmth and fuzzy yellow glow in him, I'm still too frightened to tell him. 

Maybe it's not fear, maybe it's the acceptance I have to have before I can say it

“It's alright. It's ok if you're not ready.” Swiss sighs, trying to make it seem like it's not bothering him.

“Swiss, promise you won't see me any different?” I ask, a tear falling down my cheeks silently.

The multi-ghoul turns around, wiping away the tear and cupping my face. 

‘Of course not!” He says, his other hand cupping the other cheek just as lovingly.

Is this the part where I die?

“You do realize it's okay if your trans right? You're the same person, it just gives me more knowledge.” Swiss tilts his head

I stay silent, I feel my blood stop moving, my heart stops beating, my brain stutter.

“How?” I know he can finish my question.

“When you were summoned, the only thing you wore was the eternal red flames of hell. When I searched for your element mark, I had to look across your abdomen.” Swiss has a bit of a smile, and he turns away to finish packing his bag.

“You act as if being trans is a bad thing, it doesn't change who you are.” Swiss chuckled, “And it sure as hell doesn't make up your entire personality.” 

I stand there like a complete idiot, “You knew I was trans this entire time?” 

“What? We all did, don't be silly.” A new voice enters the room, it's Rain and Phantom coming to pack their bags for the hotel.

I panic, how much have they heard? Have the others been listening too?

“Come along now! We're about to be kicked out, another band is playing here tonight.” Papa’s voice rings down the hallways, and several tired “okay”s hum together. 

“Come on, don't be upset, nothing to worry about.” Swiss pats my back throws my bag at me, and walks out the door.

I'm still so stunned, I falter to walk behind him.

“Alone or not, you gotta walk forward.” Rain passes by me, I must be walking slowly.

“In the end, it's your presence that matters.” I hear Swiss say, staying in place to catch up.

I feel tears prickle up, so you don't see me differently? So you do still love me?

[future-boi]

Doctober 2023 prompt #29: 2023

Warning: Long post

I dragged my bestie to go see the Broadway musical version of bttf earlier this year. IT WAS WONDERFUL. 💝💝💝

We watched it back in August, so my memory isn't the clearest and I'll probably forget something, but this is a long enough post as is.

SPOILERS FOR THE MUSICAL BELOW

I mean, its just the movie but in musical format, but they add things here and there that surprised me, so if u like to be surprised... there's your warning

My friend and I sat in the middle of Row F (highlighted in green above). We wanted to be close, but not super close to have to look up at a weird angle. It was crazy to be so close AND SUPER WORTH IT. When the actors look out into the audience you can really feel like they're looking at you (from their POV they prolly dont see anything because the lights) its a really cool experience! 🤩🤩

OK SO MY FAVORITE LINE FROM THE MUSICAL THAT HAD ME ROLLING BECAUSE IT WAS SO UNEXPECTED WAS: "Is this what they call 'white trash'???" I won't spoil the full context bUT HE WAS REFERRING TO MARTY AT THAT MOMENT.

The Earth Angel scene made me love and appreciate the scene in the movie, and the song EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DID. THEY EVEN BROUGHT OUT THE BUBBLES AND IT WAS A WHOLE VIBE (yet another reason why I was grateful we sat in the front). They nailed the execution of the scene, people were cheering and everything during the kiss. Even I got hyped, whereas before, when I was just watching the movie, I was like 'aight.'

The atmosphere in the theater hit different frfr. When Marty and Doc reunited at the end and hugged, I let out a little, "Yay!!" They had such good chemistry on stage, my favorite moments of them were when one of them would say something crazy and then the other would go, "What?" And then the other would go, "What??" And confusion ensues.

AND THEN, AS IF UNEXPECTED STUFF DIDN'T ALREADY HAPPEN, THE MOST UNEXPECTED THING HAPPENED AT THE END. THE DELOREAN FLEW.

IT FLEW.

INTO THE CROWD.

RIGHT ABOVE US.

AND THAT MADE IT SUPER WORTH IT TO SIT CLOSE TO THE FRONT. I wonder what it looked like from the balcony though...

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Hugh Coles??? He single-handedly made me appreciate the character of George after seeing his performance.

Look at this mad lad, he got all the photos of Crispin Glover on his mirror 😱😱😱 manifested this man frfr

He's one yarn ball away from an 'I'm crazy' wall

The SASS

Man said 🚶‍♂️💅 AND IM HERE FOR IT

Ok, last pic, the matching pose 🤩💘

FR HE NAILED THE CHARACTER PERFORMANCE, IT WAS INSANE. You really gotta see it to believe it. mf from west end too so imagine my surprise when I heard him in an interview with an accent ☠️☠️☠️

Literally me throughout the whole musical:

I knew I was going to like the musical, but what I listed out here is basically the reason why I LOVED the musical. I love surprises so that's a big part of it as well.

Fave song: Used to be 'Put Your Mind To It' then it was 'It Works' but I think I settled on 'Something About That Boy' I just love duets and overlapping lines in songs. [But we all know the best song is Cake 💅]

TL,DR: The bestie and I went to see bttf the musical. i am a changed man... and now im here 🙃

[vamqyr3]

I HAVE AN IDEA🧍‍♀️ how about a fic with gaz where he unknowingly sleeps with an undercover intel agent and he accidentally leaks info and reader leaves him high and dry or like something similar

much love!xx love your writing!!

↳ KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // FATAL. ➷

CW// DRUGGED, FEM!READER, RESTRAINED, CHOKING, REVENGE, POSSESSION, SOMNOPHILIA, ECT.

NOTES// this was a joy, actually. Yk had to get back on fuckery, the gaz tag wasn’t writing enough freak shit. @allen-444

Late evening, greater London, off Rye and Blenheim, bar in, infiltration, exfil. You’re looking for a hard drive, small, black, one of the newer ones. It’d feel the highs of flame after leaving your hands. But what you’re really looking for is a man. Tall, reasonably dressed, jumpy, one of the newer ones. Named Kyle, enemy of whom ever signed your checks, owner of that goddamn drive.

“Get busy,” his thumb pointed to the kitchen doors, streaming down the sides of a waiter uniform and turning away. It wasn’t uncommon for your hires to send their own into the field, which was perfectly horrible. Was he to stand there playing pretend server whilst you hug up on a man intent on strangling you to truth?

The floors are glossy, tacky against your heels. The women smell of hair and ointment, gathering in clumps along the walls. Taking up chairs and talking in groups of three or four. You’ve had confirmation of Kyles arrival minutes ago, he’d been screened for weapons, showed ID, the whole thing. You easily tip toe to his side. He had no interest in the communion behind him, shoulders jutting out over the bar top. You make it a point to keep your knees pointed to him, sliding into a backless stool on the right. You had hoped he’d been conversational, jittery even and spewing from the lips. But he said nothing as you unstuck a finger and commanded a glass of fruity whatnot. He’s a smart man, mother must have warned a similar call of stranger danger.

“Gotta name?” Seemingly surprised he shuddered and turned, having ignored you out of respect thus far. “Me?” A dent in his shirt followed finger. “Who else?” He coughed out a smile and turned on the chair to you, dragging the rim of his drink along. “They call me Kyle, thank you,” you smile, looking to the drink now dragged to your front. “You?” He angles forward, pushing up his brow line. “Noir,” hes quick to nod at it, shift back on his axis and throw back some drink.

And he was nice for the most of it, non cooperative at best. it had taken one full life story and a handful of heavy touches to get him to angle his looks. He walks pressed to the hot air on your back, seemingly stupid failing to walk tamely. Kyle says not a word passing your doorframe, letting up to follow you horribly to a dark sharpened bedroom. The lights stay off, easier on you, and as you rub at his sides you poke for the unfriendly silhouette of a silencer or throwing knife. He’s knocking his round lips into your face, throwing them lower and collapsing under the press of alcohol and blood. It makes you smile to some degree. But thats lost knotting up pants in a fever. The sooner you found that fucking hard drive the sooner he’s lying stupid on the floor.

Theres a curt spurt of air that makes noise through your angry teeth. He laughs at it, leaning back into the dark. “Looking for something?” “Belt buckle,” There’s a weird change in his pitch, “Im sure you’re not gonna find the drive in there, baby,” and its silence on your half, following there’s a laugh and quick made excuse. You had no idea what he was talking about, his hand moves in his pocket, you’re just some really rich, really dumb, really horny girl from the bar. Completely unrelated to any events prior or following the disasters of Bristol twelve months ago. There’s a nasty pinch at your thigh, it grows tight and sharp, like a pic being driven into your muscle. As to what it was you drew blanks, left guessing in the dark. You jut away from it, only to be caught on his thick collarbone. He unsticks the thing before you disconnect. You’re left bloodshot and frigid. Questioning, crying, jumbling and fighting. You would run, but to where? You were paid discretely, you would work discretely. No backup. It would take a few heavy seconds before the effects of it melt your spine. You go folding to the ground.

It was hot before it was cold. Three seconds of drunk skull swaying before the click of liquid and skin woke your ears. The simplicity of touch, dewy after feel of his teeth on your neck. He’s somewhere lower in your sight, past your bare thighs and locked hands. Your forehead numbed into a deep fuzz yet you still curl up under his view. Furiously rubbing over his crotch, looking over your bubbled skin, holding up your left knee to sit before you. He stays like this for a moments break, rubbing himself onto you and looking for signs of lucidity.

“You really thought you were gonna do somethin’ huh?” Your lips only crack open to push out air. “Still feelin’ cocky? Noir?” “Just peachy,” That something seems to snap at his smile, the hand from your knee collaring under your hooked jaw. Its exhilarating, enthralling. The thought of possible escape had only crossed your mind in the following minutes. He’s had you here for a while, no doubt.

“Oh, I bet you were gonna take me back home fuck a little then kill me after, yeah?”

“Wouldn't be opposed,”

“Yeah? Come on then smart girl,”

He kisses with emotion. Hot feathery angry passion. It was a self testament, a breathy challenge, to see how you went down with drugs baking your body. He moved with the might of a lover. Cold nails and scented skin, he humps into you with a kiss. Its a foreign feeling, his mouth feels of bitter alcohol and salty aftertastes. Both of his palms leave your lower half. His elbows snap in and forearms cage thick around your hurt neck. The bites are animalistic, attacks, bites at a preys flesh.

Gaz pulls back, frenzied, lost hand ringing strings of your hair. With your chin pointed to the sky his lips make an odd movement and he’s commanding you to unstick your tongue. The action is not without noise, his spit carries a musk on your teeth. Swallowing, opening again, smiling.

“Fuck, wish you weren’t so pretty,” by now he’s smoothing over your puffy slit. Sloshing around dribble and playing with his food. “You’re disgusting, shit, I hate how pretty you look,” Hes sputtering odd contradictions, delving into you with a vengeance.

The whites of his teeth cracks between their siblings pressure, his back rippled, hips spent. Gaz spends no time away from rhythm. Bullying your meaty thick walls with a musical push. You’re puffy and raw, tickled by the lick of his hair on your plush length. The sight of him shiny, popping in and out, heavy and wide. The backs of your knees meet his knuckles, closing around it to push your thighs to the roll of your stomach.

You could cry, sob, drool and see in crosses, he would never notice. Gaz is fucked, spent swallowing hot air and smelling of sex. The best of him was left tending to your half drunk and senseless. His whole body lights up with wet thickets. He considers biting into the lines of your neck, connecting the void wedged between your breasts. Pumping so the shaking of his pelvis puffs your reddy nasty cilt. Snapping your legs in halves when the twitches of your legs send your knees fighting his palms.

Its disgusting, degrading, to him at least. To have fallen for a bitch of such composure. Something disgusting to rub and rut back into him. You were horrible for having liked this, you shouldn’t. He’d leave you here, tape a vibrator to the abused little patch of wet ribbons. Come back just to smile at the looks of it, take a few photos, maybe fuck his last load a little deeper. He’s conflicted, having adored you so much beforehand. It was revenge, for tricking him, lying, making him fall in love.

“You wanna cum for me sweet thing?” You hadn’t the mind to respond. He hums some noise to solidify the question, no response. “Guess not,” He still fucks at a horribly mean pace. Balls punishing the rubbed skin just below a ghosting bubbling ring of pre. He’s so pretty. Gaz makes music with your chubby cunt, thrusting hot air out of your lips. He needed you harder, deeper, raw, fucked. The creamy brine around his base thickens, the pitch in his mouth shifts. “Better cum now or you’re not doing it at all,” “M’ can do it myself, after,” “You fuckin’ touch my shit I’ll have you crying on the floor begging me to stop making you cum on my cock. I said now, bitch, do your job,”

Its perfectly pathetic, you’re horribly inclined to listen. Likely to flex the divots his head mashes into. You’ll finish before him. Round off the fabric and push away from his mean thick dick. Fucking a spine shaking high back into you. Your tongue rolls from your lips, he’s kisses at it. Shoulders touching yours, deliciously trapping your elbows to your sides. He fucks a load into you, draining the weighted pull of him flush against your root. He chokes on the sheer might of his undoing, crying over his own cock.

His poor little afterglow is shaky. He unsticks, dribbles out of you in satisfactory. Breaths into bitten wounds under your ear, rises on his hands, rolls back onto his knees. The mushy meat of your thighs hope to close the caved leaking hole. Squeezing and milking the rest of pleasure. He circles off the bed, pulling a bit of clothing just over his lower half. You can see his unsteady eye, the twitch of his still buzzing hand.

“You’re leaving me here?” His eyes are to the room adjacent, twisting the pants around his hip. “Yeah,” He moves to socks. “You’ll figure it out,”

[skyhighru]

so

funny story (and a kinda long one)

I installed the new update as soon as I saw it, went into the game and the first thing I noticed, is that they stole the candles in the middle of this small pond

weird, but it's not about that

so I changed my outfit (since I was still wearing one of the "somewhat fancy" ones that I wanted to wear tomorrow to the festival), went to Aviary, to check what's new, lit the white candle to make this my new home,

and then went to take some pics, because Aviary looked pretty in the new lighting (at least I think it was new). and as I was doing that, a moth came up to me, did the point emote and then sorta abducted me – added me to friends, took my hand and started flying around and spam honking. I just kinda followed along, because at first I assumed they either wanted to show me something or just wanted some company

at one point they jumped into the fireplace and started doing the "follow me" emote. dunno what they were trying to do, but it was kinda funny

there was also another player who spam honked with us for a little bit, but they didn't add either of us to friends

then, after about 10 minutes of red moth dragging me around and still occasionally spam honking (with me being mostly confused, because I didn't know if they were trying to tell me something or if they were just goofing around), they eventually left the game

so I was like "well, that was weird", quickly sent them a heart, cause why not, and then remembered that I didn't check if there was anything new at the boat in original home

I flew towards the home portal, with Aviary turning quite foggy, which I thought was kinda nice,

but after I sat down at the home portal, I realized the fog wasn't just cool lil' thing. it was an omen. a bad omen...

because the portal wasn't working

for me and for 2 other players also sitting there

I tried standing up and sitting down again, stepping away and also sitting down again, closing the game and coming back – nothing. also for some reason random shared memories were playing without me tapping on them. they were just kinda... there (dunno if I was the schizophrenic one or the game)

usually I wouldn't care, since I remember it happening before, but this time was different, since I already set Aviary as my default home. and while you can get to the village through a portal at home, you can't do the reverse and get home through a portal in Aviary since there is none

and then, as I was about to post "guys what do I do if I trapped myself in the Aviary💀" here, the game suddenly woke up from its slumber and the home portal worked. after I got back, I instantly switched original home back to being the default one and now I will never walk near that white candle ever again

now that I think about it, perhaps that moth, that dragged me around Aviary, also trapped themselves in Aviary and thought that maybe I knew a way out. although probably not, because I think if that was the case, then they would bring me to a bench and outright told me that was the issue (we did pass a few benches, but they only lit a candle on one of them and never sat down on said bench)

TL;DR: went to check Aviary after new update, got abducted by a moth and then almost got trapped in the village by Hopeful Stewart

so yeah, overall it was pretty good, love the new white candle👍

[trannypresident]

︵☀︵

PLEASE READ BEFORE FOLLOWING / INTERACTING !!

hi! i go by ox (like the animal)! transmasculine something-or-other, he/him and it/its. vers switch (dom lean on here. but we ball). 18 >:D ambivalently unlabeled but very t4t. single but currently not open to a relationship. ftm but only if the f stands for freak and the m stands for (storybook) monster

what can i do? ♥ :

use titles/petnames/etc with the exception of feminine ones, daddy, babygirl (unless its funny) or anything like excessively weird. stroke my ego if you want <3

nsfw asks open to anyone (respecting limits)

nsfw dms open to mutuals (lest i instigate. or u ask real nicely. STILL respecting limits)

interact if you post my limits but aren't in dni

what can't i do? ☄ :

ask for pics/audio (for now.), location, or any personal info

send me content in limits/dni (no shit)

pester me to "try" a kink that isn't listed, just suggesting is fine

KINKS + LIMITS + DNI UNDER THE CUT !!

☼ MAIN KINKS ☼

bondage

praise, service

experimentation & inspection

petplay

royalty dynamics

hierophillia

size dif

monsterfucking

sadomasochism

light gore / bloodplay / romantic cannibalism?? hard vore?? idk / general violence . (tagged with #⍥🥩) if you think about killing me you have to tell me. preferably in broad detail

knifeplay

control in general. yknow

✶ MIGHT ALSO POST ✶

objectum

hypno

dumbification

somno

intox (probably just with weed)

cnc, free use (✳ do not instigate first with in dms/asks if its about me subbing - have to be in a mood for it)

⊗ LIMITS ⊗

unsanitary/scat/omo etc

fauxcest

hard cnc/rapeplay (the line blurs a little. basically don't call it rape and we're good. this is not a moral thing i just dislike the word.)

labor kink (ovi or breeding w/o pregnancy is okay)

detrans/misgendering kink

i'm not fond of loveless sex (not necessarily conventionally - up to interpretation. weird fucked up psychospiritual devotion and the desire for ultraviolence are still love in their own special way. hope that helps!) explicit mentions of it or of abandonment will turn me off. sorry

✘ DNI ✘

minors/blank/ageless blogs

terf/transphobes/chasers

cishets in general. this is a trannyfag blog

"men dni" (bc i am a guy. kinda), exclusively wlw blogs still chill to interact, just don't reblog my pics or something

incest

ageplay

blog for weird internet fan discourse, i dont gaf and i dont wanna see it. yes this includes self-described proship accounts i am not your animal

"para community", p3do, necro, zoo. i hope you explode

ed/sh blog

✈ i can get triggerhappy with the block button - don't take it too personally. meow

✈ posts i make w harder/specific kinks will be tagged. cannot guarantee the same w/ reblogs but i will attempt

✈ my own post / talking tag is #✎🐂

[denimini]

"Everyone's entitled to their own opinions, but it makes me sad that a poor quality video was enough for some to drop JK and call him names."

I’m tired of reading this tbh. Some of us think the video is probably real and we don’t call JK names? I haven’t seen Demini and their anons calling him names, or did I miss something? We just think the video is real and it makes us question our previous opinion about Jikook, which in the end we know nothing about or not even 5% of their lives. Sure, some ppl might call him whatever but I haven’t seen any of that around here? Again, we just think the video is real and JK was with that girl and their privacy was invaded. As for me I have 0 idea if she was a fling or a friend, but it does very much look like JK and its apartment, come on. And the amount of ppl focusing on details like the window bay when we all know angles can trick our minds big time is weird. Remember when the very first taennie pic was leaked? The one in the car? So many armys were trying so hard to debunk it, saying it was an edit using a pic of Tae from in the Soop or whatever… well that aged well. I’m not saying the video is 100% real, who knows, could be a hoax, but honestly.. let’s be real, it looks legit. And JK is more than allowed to bring a woman into his apartment, he’s a grown adult, he does whatever he wants with his own private life and I think we’ve all been pretty clear on this blog that the problem was his privacy being invaded. A lot of us are Jikookers who are trying to consider all possibilities here, and if it turns out JK was involved with that woman then good for him. As for me I see no problem with him dating someone else than Jimin even though I used to be pretty hellbent on them being a thing. Well, now I try to take a step back and look at things as objectively as I can. I’m so disappointed in Jikookers pitting at eo and calling us names because we think the video is real. Stop with the cult like mentality.

Thank you for this. It got so tiring always talking about that video and why it can't or can be real. First was the security system, then the couch, the windows.... like, can we put it to rest, please? I did this post to address the 🪟 because I constantly get asks about it, and this is the last time I will engage in conversations about the videos's authenticity unless some new information comes up.

Yes, I believe this is JK and his apartment. No, I don't know who that woman is and what her deal with JK was. I don't have a problem with JK engaging with women, and I wouldn't call him any names ever over it because it is not my business to judge him. It's completely fine and reasonable to wonder, though, what Jikook's relationship is in light of this new information. I see so many accounts acting like people are idiots for thinking this may be JK or that Jikook were not together then, or maybe were never together to begin with, or trying to make some "conclusions" over the nature of their relationship.

We can't "conclude" anything because we know too little, and shipping is like walking a path blindly. You start in one direction, thinking you will find a meadow because you feel grass underneath your feet, but then you end up in a lake. We can only make assumptions based on clues from the partial information we have. The key is that we should be objective while doing it. I see too many people comfortably showing clear subjectivity in their "analyses" by taking small, unrelated things and turning them into a narrative, and then denying everything that may counterpose it.

To me, these types of people are delusional, have no critical thinking, basic logic, or science understanding. In real life and in science, when you are exploring a hypothesis, your deductions should come from the evidence and information you are presented with and not the other way around. If new information becomes available, some of those deductions may turn out to be incorrect. You accept it and continue with your theory in a way that best explains all the data you have available now. Simple.

[yanderepuck]

I'm going to tell you how I made Michelangelo's cape!

In case you don't know Michelangelo is @weird-profiterole's oc. And we decided to send each other goodies from our country. Well I decided that as a surprise I'm making her Michelangelo's cape!

This is what I have to go off of. I would add a pic directly but I respect wifey and won't repost her art. But that post gives details about her oc and details of the cape.

At the time of starting it she didn't have the back designed at all. Just constellations that Michelangelo embroidered himself onto the cape.

SO WHAT DID I DECIDE TO DO?

The whole arctic circle

I divided all the constellations into 10 manageable sections. Anything in the most inner circle wouldn't fit however. I did move the Big Dipper down to be able to add it however.

Side note: Michelangelo's cape is NOT A CIRCLE CAPE. But since there wasn't a back to the cape, I had to make a creative decision, and since I didn't want Marine to know about it, I couldn't ask questions. But I figured it wouldn't be too much of an issue. He has more than one cape after all.

So I make all 10 sections into embroidery files. I draw them out myself with the template above to get all the placement correct. I even pulled out my astronomy notes from 11th grade to look at my star chart and relearned how to read it and everything.

Then I got the fabric. Just a white polyester satin. Something light with a nice drape. But here came the fun and time consuming part. DYING IT.

Now I love to dye fabric. LOVE. But a dark blue to a bright yellow with a minimal amount of green? I knew it wasn't going to be easy. So I cut out my circle like you would a circle skirt. The diameter being about 50 inches. Then I start with the the yellow.

Great, looks good. Then I wash it to get the excess dye it and it becomes a pale yellow. I need something vibrant. So I do it again. And again. And again. And again. And again eight more times. Finally I get it tot he point where I'm good with so I flip it around to do the blue. Well guess what I discovered. Blue dye is really purple. I knew black dye was purple, but I didn't know blue dye was.

Keep in mind I'm using Rite Dye Synthetic. I've never had luck with this dye but I gave it the benefit of the doubt. I shouldn't have. I have All Purpose Rite Dye in a few shades of blue and I do a small test. Those are all purple as well. Now I've already dyed the "blue" part about 4 times at this point and I'm wondering if it just won't take any more dye. But I know that's not the case. I've dyed enough fabric to know that's not the case.

My process is that I dye it for around an hour or two, moving it in the pot about every 15-20 minutes to make sure to get an even gradient. Then I hang it up to dry it, next day I wash it by hand in cool soapy water to get the extra dye out, and then it comes out too pale.

I made a few oopsies along the way, like forgetting to wet all the fabric , meaning the blue went too far into the yellow, ruining the yellow, so I then had to redye the yellow. I once washed the blue three times and then on the fourth washed the whole thing at once (I only wash by hand) and the yellow got a green ting to it.

A month and a half go by and I'm repeating the dye-dry-wash-dry pattern everyday. Then I finally realize I'm going to have to use IDye Poly. Which I knew I should have used to begin with.

Side note: the lines are a lot harder on camera than irl.

IDye Poly is what I recommend using when dying anything. The color is EXACTLY what it is on package, but its a powder, so you have to use all of it, and it SMELLS. Oh fuck it smells. They say to use the stove top method but I just put boiling hot water in a metal pot then put the fabric in. I dyed the yellow twice and it was the perfect shade.

Now for the blue. I knew the blue was really a blue and not a purple. I used that blue before. But to make sure it was as dark as I wanted it to be, I put half the amount of water in and the whole packet of dye and stirred it up. The lines were harsh at first but while dying I also run water over it to clean up the lines. The blue took about four dye rounds and it was finally at the point where I could be happy with it. I wish it was a little darker, but the transition is just how I want it. Because even thought its an ombre, I need a minimal amount of green.

TWO MONTHS LATER and I finally get this

There was some messy party once I unfolded it all but I told myself ITS FINE. REMEMBER ITS THE FUCKING RENAISSANCE. The blue is darker irl than int he picture.

So then I cover it in interfacing to draw out placement lines. This is when I remembered that I haven't even tested my embroidery files yet. I could have been doing that while I was dying the fabric. But I think part of me was scared that this was going to fail and I didn't want to get too deep, even though two months of dying a single piece of fabric is a little deep.

So I got out a Pfaff Creative Icon 2 and uploaded my files and started embroidering.

I then cut them out, laid out the cape and started placing them. I knew I was going to have to make some of the files bigger because I wasn't quite sure what I was doing when making them, but I knew I was going to test them so it was okay.

There are only four that really need to be enlarged, but I did make all of them bigger to fill in some gaps. The harsh line in the front is where the opening is going to be.

So after fixing the files and a seven hour day at work it is all embroidered!

Each dot takes about a minute each, plus then the lines connecting all of them. There are some awkward empty spots and I was going to fill them in with stand alone dots/stars, but I decided not to since they weren't on the star chart.

Now I had to rip all the stabilizer off and trim all the threads. Kiki decided she wanted to help

I decided to line it with a pale yellow broadcloth to encase the edges, stitched along the edges to keep it from turning over and then I had the white strips in the front to add. I just used the same fabric since I had extra and since it was white.

You can't tell on camera but after ironing the fabric the color in some areas got darker. It's fairly subtle but I tried to iron the whole thing lightly to even out the color, luckily it darkened the color rather than lightening it.

Now all I had was the tassels and rope. I got it laid out how I wanted it but then didn't have a clue how to attach it, plus the ends of the rope kept fraying and burning the edges gave it a burnt look, plus it was untwisting. So I wrapped a gold embroidery thread about it, and then coated that in a fabric glue so there wasn't much of a chance of it coming undone. I put a button on the back of the cape so that it wouldn't pull at the fabric when I attached it.

AND THEN ITS DONE!

I think the file is too big, but I have a video of it that I will link to show you a 360 look of it.

AND IF YOU READ THIS FAR THANK YOU.

(at the time of writing this I'm praying the package get's to Marine safely)

~~

Shoutout to @lulu-the-smol-floof @legalize-arson @ivoryclive for dealing with all the picture spams and ranting about how worried I was through this whole project

[astrxlfinale]

While the big sister of the family might be strict when it comes to keeping her phone by the dinner table, Guinaifen took the opportunity of a hectic dinner accident to pull it out to send a few pictures of the feast on the table. A wide array of various dishes could be seen, arms and hands stretched over the entire table as each sibling would fend for themselves. Her own? Striking a small peace pose in front of some of the buns she was about to devour (some she'd have to fight over brother over).

[i made the ugly one to the left ... i can't roll them properly (*/ω＼*) would you eat my ugly bugs? ? (●'◡'●) *buns , omgg dont quote me on that]

What's not seen on the other side of the text messages is how one hand occupies itself on the screen soon to be chased, the other smacking the hand of an older brother who is attempting to steal the buns she helped making. It wasn't that she was completely useless in the kitchen, she just didn't... have it in her to take her time with things like that, rolling and kneading. It was too slow ! She liked to sear and spice things ! Make spicy sauces and watch her brothers cry ! ... Though, the latter part might not be related to food, merely revenge and payback.

Quick on her hand, she'd hook onto one of the strangely shaped buns, switching the camera over to the front. Biting into it, she'd snap a quick picture of herself, sending it to Caelus just as quickly.

Displayed would be her, eagerly biting into the bun, eyes joyous from the concept of finally being able to dig in ( ... thankfully Caelus couldn't hear the scolding from across the table, her sister ordering her to put the darn phone away ).

[they don't taste bat at all !! they just look a little weird !! BAD, i meant BAD!! i can't type lololol blame my evil sisterrrrrr (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ i want to show you a new dance routine after dinner !! i'm sending you vids !!! the dragon is cominggg !!!]

A final pic is sent, a more surprised Guinaifen as she turns to take a picture of the table at the table, once more striking a pose (bun still in mouth, she has no manners at home). Pictured are the siblings mid-conversation as well as a sister looking very miffed...

Light years away, across beautiful celestial sightings woven with vast and proud planets, that very signal about a universe holding this wholesome meal would be received within the crux of a moment filled with excitable strife. As the scenery sweeps from the clouded atmosphere down to the ground below, once more did the Pathstriders find themselves in a natural showdown with an encroaching essence of the Fragmentum. A focused gaze, one filled with bubbly mirth, and an all too sharp but prepared stance unveiled the golden three of the Astral Express in action.

May the Remembrance carve this moment with frosty vigilance, just as the Hunt decisively punctures with it's fang made spear, and for the ever turbulent Destruction thriving in the loss of life to fuel his very own. Explosions ripped across the surrounding area sectioned off by realms of Fragmented statis, giving them full clearance to go as wild as they please.

"HELLLL YEAHHHHHHH!!" Caelus's voice would ignite with an infectious vigor, that untamed Fighting Spirit flourishing a lethal aura as he charged up the arm of an icy behemoth, vaulting forth to deliver a lethal, neck snapping kick in tune with a back flip, the focused force made it a live boulder launching into the air. A content smile situated on his face, only for his attention to get immediately caught as a looming, threatening shadow began to rise, covering the skyline with its magnanimity.

Except, that's not what he paid attention to at all. For upon these grounds did a certain ringtone was plucked at that time, catching Dan Heng's and March's immediate attention. A tug of amused disbelief rising from the latter, as one quick glare towards her immediately compelled her to be responsible.

"Caelus! I SWEAR you better--"

"Sorry, hold on! Once in a lifetime call here!" Was his immediately call out upon landing.

That phone found itself open, seamlessly set off the lock screen as the familiar view of (*/ω＼*) (God she picked the cutest emojis.) reflected upon the screen. The tremor crafting roar of the distorted Void Trampler going entirely ignored as those excitable golden eyes focused on the screen.

As a quick sprint meshed with sharp instincts made him jolt past a volley of fireballs, miraculously holding his balance while working on a return text at the same time, the view on screen only charged the energy within his heart. The sight of those buns and Guinaifen's star igniting smile made him nearly want to curl up on the ground in a fit of pure emotion. Seeing his lady make the most of this peaceful day while those curious questions drew forth made it impossible not to responsd.

Text: UGLLL MY LEFT FOOT

Text: I LOVE BUGS GIVE ALL TO ME.

Caelus wasn't sure why she'd compare her culinary effort to bugs (the correction text edged in late), but who was he to say anything?

With the momentary pause, a call for action proudly taken as swift thinking allowed him to duck to dodge a steel melting fireball. Immediately jolting off the ground like a spring unleashed, within his opposing hand would his sacred lance of Belobog come forth, skewering a total of three foes in one as dark, data like viscera spilled from those foes. As a wolfish grin dawned upon those lips, that vibrant power of the path only glimmering with his potential, his sights were immediately poised upon the Void beast as a volley of airs sniped those pesky airborne elements.

Just as he prepared to launch, frothing flame lapping hungrily from the exhaust ends of the lance, once again did that familiar text jingle go and snipe his attention. With an ungodly measure of tonal whiplash does he focus on the phone again, that touch screen note from Guinaifen immediately being pressed as it pops back up. This time, more pictures of that lively family unveiled as she makes out like a victorious pirate.

Heavens above, help his heart because it was going to melt. This is the sun, an adventurous heart like his eagerly awaits each new day.

Once again he's irresponsibly texting while calamity itself began draw antimatter and infuse it within those hooves, wholly prepared to atomize him on the spot. Dan Heng in an abrupt change of character, internally curses before yelling out towards him.

"AT YOUR SIX CAELUS! You'll..!" When it looks like it's too late-

The game changer arrives. For within that moment, once more, a pristine picture of that shimmering Firekiss fleeing from the table had charged the emotional values into overdrive. Not to mention.. The idea of wanting to let her graceful frame bless him by breathing her ideas to life? A dance no less?

ENERGY MAX.

PRESERVATION!

Qlipoth's divine realm of Imaginary would be instinctively grasped and harnessed, swaths of miraculous, foundational might roaring with the surrounding flames as an Amber blessed forced field surrounded his body, allowing for a single hand to draw upward, causing March's and Dan Heng's mouths to drop as incoming attack was caught by the hand once wielding the lance. Irregardless if the ground split akin to an earthquake's rage, or if the volley of pure destructive might sung to the heavens in a vicious beam. Any risk of damage found itself unable to breach this height of resolve.

Caleus was going to make sure she got those replies at the utmost haste. Within this moment of astute and empowered clarity, typing up the following messages somehow felt slow

Text: If they got your golden ideas of spice. BELIEVEEEEE ME when I say you should whip me up some sometime!

Text: Also I see you're doing a big showdown yourself. Show the fam what my lady can do!

Text: And me too! I'm lookin' forward to what you're cooking up as the big routine!

....

Whoops. That picture was not meant to be sent. In the midst of that explosion, he looks as if sun in this distant world just left him looking like a shadow!

@avaere