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nubiawrites · 2 months ago

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one shot: i wanna see workout for me

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: 18+. unprotected sex. spitting (shoutout to Mary and Stack). spanking. rough sex.

Summary: iriye gets distracted by a certain jamaican gemini man with a treasure trail who works out shirtless.

Notes: So this might be the nastiest thing I have ever written. inspired by that thirst trap Aaron posted. And Sinners. forgive me for not getting a chapter out. Also was inspired by someone saying they needed a fanfic that involved that chair in aaron's place. also, i love the ideas of one shots as @kumkaniudaku builds out the worlds of her characters with them. seriously, read her terry and patrice series. she's really inspiring to me. enjoy!

This was what weekends were supposed to be made of. One leg hung over the armchair in Aaron’s apartment while she read the book her manager had brought to her. IP adaptation was in still, and it was a sexy little project that they wanted Iriye’s take on. She was halfway through it, knowing she had a quick turnaround time for her pitch. She couldn’t afford any distractions.

Until the door opened and Aaron made his presence known.

“How’s reading going?” Aaron asked, and Iriye heard him remove his sneakers and drop his keys by the door.

“Well, I have a feeling that the wife didn’t murder her husband’s lover, even if the signs are all there,” Iriye stated. She heard sounds of Aaron walking closer, and soon she felt a kiss to the crown of her hair, her hand clutching onto him. She got a good look at him as she looked away from the book, her head trailing from the shirt tucked into his sweats, the delicious speckle of treasure trail on display.

Her eyes trailed up to his chest, which was equally covered in hair, and then, seeing him with his hat on still, Iriye felt the fire burning.

“What?” Aaron asked, seeing the little twinkle in his girlfriend’s eye.

“You came back from your workout like that?” Iriye asked.

“I did. Is that a problem?” Aaron raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, for me. I have work to do,” Iriye pouted. She could smell the sweat and body spray he wore mingling on his skin. It was like a siren call to her. “You can’t be looking all good like that. It’s like you want me to be distracted,”

Aaron chuckled, leaning down and licking his lips.

“Well, you got a little time for a break?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. Iriye bit her lip.

“Depends? What are we doing on this little break?” Iriye tilted her head to the side as well.

Aaron took the book out of her hand and placed it on the coffee table while Iriye leaned back in her seat.

“You know, this is my favorite chair, right?” Aaron said, Iriye tilting her head up at him.

“Really?” Iriye let her hands run against the chair.

“I don’t bring a lot over when working overseas, but I had this shipped over. I wanted a bit of home with me.” Aaron leaned down till he was on his knees, he and Iriye at the same eye level. “And now seeing someone who is my favorite person in my favorite spot,” His hands trailed up her thighs. Iriye was thankful she had decided to wear tight biker shorts under his shirt, which she had stolen. “It makes me want to do some things,”

Iriye wanted to control herself. But she was leaning forward and kissing Aaron, her hands moving to his neck. She let her nails trail over the skin softly, feeling him shiver.

“You are dangerous, Mister Pierre,” Iriye whined softly, kissing his lips again.

“Well, I like to keep you on the edge, Miss Edwards,” His hands went to the top of her biker shorts and pulled them down, showing that she had nothing underneath, her glistening pussy just for his eyes. She kicked the shorts away and felt his hands already pushing up her shirt.

“You like what you see?” Iriye was bare to him, feeling his eyes as they trailed down her body, her nipples hardening under his gaze.

“I love it,” Aaron leaned forward to kiss Iriye, her hands pushing off his hat as they entangled. He pulled her forward, his hands cupping her ass as she ground against him. “Lie back,”

Iriye smirked as she leaned back against the chair. Aaron moved to spread her legs and then hooked them over the armrests. She raised her eyebrows at him, curious to see what he was doing.

“Thank god for Pilates,” Iriye teased. Aaron kissed her left inner thigh and her right thigh, and she hummed softly, moving her hand to trail her nails over his scalp. His lips made their way further up the apex of her thighs. Just as she wanted him to kiss her lower lips, he kissed her belly. “Aaron,”

“Patience, love,” Aaron moved to kiss back down her thighs. She could feel the hair of his five o clock shadow brushing against her thighs as he kissed and sucked on her skin. Her center was wet, but she could feel herself aching as she grew wetter. She was sure that he was sucking a hickie in the shape of his first name initial on her thigh.

“Please, daddy,” Iriye whined. Aaron growled against her thigh before licking between her lower lips, her back arching. He licked again, and she moaned, her hips trying to roll against his face.

“Taste so sweet,” Aaron murmured against her pussy before his lips attached to her clit and sucked on it softly. Iriye whimpered, on full display for him as she had to deal with being spread for him. He licked down to her entrance, and she felt his tongue wiggling against her slit. She felt her pussy convulse around his tongue and he pulled away.

“Aaron!” Iriye whined as he kissed up her stomach. “I need you,” She felt him kiss her, his fingers trailing through her folds before he slid two fingers inside of her, fingering her pussy just the way she liked it. The tips of his fingers were already brushing over her g-spot and she could feel herself growing wetter.

“God, you’re soaked. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Reading your book and thinking about me? All the things I could do to you,” Aaron whispered against her neck as he kissed down it, biting at different patches of skin.

“Yes!” Iriye cried out as he bit into her neck and pumped his fingers into her. She wanted to shut her legs but she was spread on the chair, forced to take the onslaught of Aaron’s fingers fucking her.

Iriye felt Aaron kissing back down her chest and he was back at her pussy, his lips attaching to her clit and sucking while his fingers pressed into her, thrusting as her walls tightened around them.

“Right there,” Iriye moaned as he hit her spot just the right way, his lips sucking at her clit like a popsicle. “Daddy, you’re making me feel so good,” Her hips were rocking against him as he continued to devour her.

She could feel the pit of her stomach building every time Aaron sucked, his fingers pressing against the spot in her pussy that was making her go crazy. She could see how she was sopping wet everything he pressed in and out, her pussy tightening around his fingers and pulling him deeper.

“Oh shit!” Iriye cried, feeling a wave threatening to break as she built higher and higher. Aaron just sucked her harder, his moans against her adding to him eating her out. “Baby. I’m close!” He just sped up and Iriye found her back arching as she just needed more.

Aaron flicked his tongue on her clit, humming as he felt her walls tightening. She was forced to take the onslaught of the pleasure he was wrecking her with. Her back arched as she felt the waves breaking free, her crying out Aaron’s name as she came hard for him. He grinned against her, still sucking on her clit. Iriye was shaking as she felt her orgasm riding out and Aaron already building her to another.

Iriye had to pry Aaron by his shoulders, their lips colliding hungrily as he still fingered her.

“You’re trying to ruin me,” Iriye moaned against his lips. Aaron pulled back and cupped her chin.

“Well you’re mine so,” Aaron groaned. His thumb pressed against her lip, Iriye letting his thumb slip into her mouth and her playfully licking it. “You want a taste?”

“Yes…” Iriye whined. She was about to suck his thumb again but he pulled his thumb away.

“Open your mouth,” Iriye raised her eyebrow, moaning as she felt him press against her g spot again, having slowed his fingers down.She opened her mouth and Aaron let some of his spit drop into her mouth.

A normal person would have been grossed out but Iriye was incredibly turned on. Aaron pulled his fingers from her, taking his time to lick them before Iriye kissed him deeply.

“I need you to fuck me now,” Iriye whined against his lips.

“Say please,” Aaron raised an eyebrow at her. “Beg for me,”

“Please,” Iriye whimpered.

“Not good enough,” Aaron moved to help her legs ff the arms off the chair. “Try again,”

“Please,” Iriye asked, biting her lip. Aaron just tsked his lips and turned her to face the chair, arching her back.

“Say it like you mean it,” Aaron pulled her ass back against his crotch, her moaning as she felt his hard length pressing into her from behind.

“Daddy… please fuck me,” She pressed back into him. She felt him move away for a moment, his pants shuffling down before she felt his length pressing against her slit.

“Hold onto to the chair,” Iriye did as he said. Aaron slid his length into her pussy and they both cried out together as they were joined together, no condom separating them. He bottomed out and Iriye leaned her head against the chair for a moment.“You’re so fucking wet and warm baby,”

Iriye let out a moan as Aaron dragged his length from her walls before she felt him thrust into her again. She tried her best to focus as Aaron began a pace, his length searching for the spot he had already touched before.

Her nails found purchase in the chair, crying out as Aaron’s hips thrust forward against her ass. Aaron wanted to make more of those beautiful cries come from her, distracted by the delicious bounce of Iriye’s ass.

“Yes! Fuck! Right there” Iriye cried out as Aaron kept the pace up, one of his hands on her hips and the other on her back, holding her down some to the couch.

“You’re dripping baby,” Aaron remarked as his hips smacked into her ass, fucking her a little harder and hearing her cries get louder. “You look so good like this,”

“Yeah?” Iriye whined, turning back to look at him.

“Yes, baby. Getting fucked. Dripping wet around me,” Aaron thrusted harder into her. “You need to be doing this everyday. Getting fucked on my length. Right?” Iriye moaned in agreement but it wasn’t good enough. He slapped his hand against her ass and Iriye’s mouth drops. “I asked you a question, love. This is where you need to be… getting fucked on my length,” He groaned. “Answer me,”

“Yes,” Iriye cried. Aaron slapped her ass again and she whimpered, him thrusting harder into her again, her going slack jawed.

“Fuck yes…” She whined, ass slapping against him.

“Daddy fucking you good?” Aaron grunted as he thrust into her faster.

“Daddy’s fucking me good,” Iriye moaned, knowing damn well they sounded pornographic. But it was all too good.

Her pussy was gripping Aaron’s length, feeling like he was drowning in her but he loved it, hearing how wanton Iriye was as he wrecked her. Their sex life was an equal balance as fun and romantic but this was raunchy.

“Good. That’s all I want you to focus on,” Aaron grinned, slapping her ass again and then hitting the other. “You’re working so hard on this pitch. You deserve this… getting fucked like the good girl you are,”

“I do daddy,” Iriye whined out, trying her best not to grin but Aaron hit her g spot and she had the hardest time focusing.

“Like that?” He asked as he hit her g spot again and again, her walls squeezing around him involuntarily.

“Yes Aaron!” She cried. His hand slipped from her hip to her clit, his hand rubbing it. HIs other hand slipped to her hair, tugging her in place as he moved faster, more cries escaping her as he panted.

Iriye’s orgasm was building up on her, Aaron’s pounding wrecking her along with him rubbing her clit.

“Daddy, please… I’m close,” Iriye moaned. She could feel the sweat beading at her forehead, her pussy and thighs wet, knowing her and Aaron were making a mess. But it felt too.

“Me too,” Aaron breathed, his roughness drawing him closer. He moved to grab her hips and pounded harder. “Come for me, Iriye! Come for me, baby!”

Iriye cried out as she erupted around him, Aaron still thrusting into her. Her orgasm shook through he, her pussy convulsing around Aaron’s length. Aaron wanted to feel every shock but without a condom, he needed to pull out.

“Don’t stop,” Iriye tried stopping him and Aaron wanted her to get the orgasm she deserved. He continued thrusting.

“Iri-” Aaron felt her pussy tighten around him. It was too much and he thrust into her, spilling into her. He tried not to crush her with his weight, his hips humping her ass as he chased his orgasm.

Their moans quieted down, Iriye trying to crush her breath as Aaron surrounded her. Sweat and sex clung to them and she felt Aaron pull away some, kissing from her neck and moving down her spine a little.

“That tickles,” Iriye giggled, Aaron chuckling against her skin. She turned to kiss his lips when he came back to her face, moaning as she felt his hands wrap around her waist. “I hope we didn’t ruin your favorite chair,”

“If anything, you made me love it more,” Aaron breathed after he caught his breath. “I’m not going to be able to think straight sitting here,” He moved to kiss her neck again, pulling out of her gently. Iriye whined, knowing he stretched her out as felt his cum leaking out. Iriye wanted to shut her legs but Aaron kept her spread, his hand moving to slip their juices back up to her pussy.

“Aaron…” She whined. His hand rubbed her sensitive clit and she moaned, feeling her pussy convulse.

“I know… let’s get you cleaned up baby,” Aaron stood, helping her up before he picked her up, carrying her to the shower to continue the exploration of her body, work left behind for another day.

#aaron pierre fanfic #aaron pierre #aaron pierre smut #aaron pierre fic #aaron pierre fanfiction #aaron pierre x black!oc

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keriarentikai · 2 months ago

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Fandom permission statements

Hello, I am here with yet another pitch for writers to add a permission statement to their AO3 bio! Posts about permission statements tend to circulate among the podfic community, which is really preaching to the choir, so I would really love it if some writer-types also reblog this. ❤️

(While permission statements can and do address multiple types of transformative work, this post very podfic-centric.)

What is a permission statement?

A permission statement tells people who create works based on fanfics (e.g. podfic, art, remixes) whether or not you're okay with people making stuff based on your writing and in what circumstances.

Even if you're not up for giving everyone permission for everything, having a statement we can read is SO appreciated!

What is blanket permission?

Blanket permission is a term podficcers use for permissions that let us create and post podfic without having to contact the author. We love this!

What other kinds of permission statements are there and why would I still want to use one?

If you don't want to give blanket permission, having a permission statement telling folks what you are and aren't okay with helps a lot!

If an author doesn't want to give blanket permission, a statement encouraging podfic but asking a podficcer to ask first still tells us you're interested and that we can expect to receive a friendly (even if not always a 'yes') response.

If you don't want podfic made of your work at all, then telling us this saves us time and saves you from getting repeated messages from different podficcers!

Do you have an example?

Sure do! Here's the statement I currently have in my AO3 profile:

I grant blanket permission for podfics, art and translations, and any other transformative work as long as it involves absolutely no monetary profit or monetary exchange of any kind, or contribution to or use of generative AI. Please link back to the original so I can be thrilled you did it!

Why consider blanket permission?

If you do want podfic made of your work, blanket permission makes it a whole lot more likely a podficcer will choose your work! Because:

Especially for events with quick turnaround times and that include recommendations made to other podficcers for projects, it's often the only way we can get permission in time

It means we can start working on a project as soon as we decide to, rather than having to wait to hear back

Some people are less comfortable reaching out to ask and so will be less willing to podfic works without blanket permission

It can also feel awkward to ask for permission and then not do the podfic for a while (or ever), which can be a mental barrier to reaching out

Blanket permission is so helpful that we even have a whole database of people who have blanket permission so we can find them more easily and an extension that highlights their names in green for 'full speed ahead!'

Podfic makes a writer's work more accessible to audiences that aren't always able to engage with written text, and I personally love it when someone cares about my writing to put in the effort to podfic it. So I want to encourage its creation as much as I can!

No matter what kind of permission you end up being comfortable with, I hope you will consider adding a statement to your AO3 profile, and thanks for reading this pitch!

More resources:

Fanworks permission statement builder by flamingwell Directory of creators with blanket permission (FPS list)

#fandom #fanfic #podfic #ao3 #archive of our own #why yes it is about to be Voiceteam time again!#I think this is like the third pitch post i've made #but I keep having NEW THOUGHTS #this time I really want to invite people in who aren't okay with blanket permission #that's okay!#there are lots of ways to do permission statements!#and 99% of them are still helpful!#also #so many exclamation points!#I can't help it!!!

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prael · 9 months ago

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Kinktember 2024 - A Retrospective

What. A. Month. I want to start with my gratitude to every single person who read, commented, liked, reblogged, sent asks, discussed, and otherwise interacted in any other possible way with this whole shebang.

To close it all out, I want to give some of my thoughts and peel back the curtain a little on Kinktember.

Some Facts

168,396 words. One hundred and sixty-eight thousand, three hundred and ninety-six words. Averaging at 5,155 words per fic. Wow.

52 unique idols made an appearance and four were featured on more than one occasion; Wonyoung, Karina, Chaewon and Sakura are the four idols who hold that prestige.

Writing time on these pieces varied heavily, while I attempted to constrict myself to writing each fic in a single day, some of them got far beyond initially planned, with the most amount of time being spent on day 18, the IU fic. That one took roughly a total of 20 hours including editing. The quickest was as short as a 2-hour turnaround on days 14 and 15 (Chaewon and Youngeun).

Special Thanks

I’d like to take a moment before giving my personal thoughts to make a special token of gratitude to certain people. While there has been so much support from so many people and I would love to shout everyone out, I’m limiting myself to just a few.

Firstly, to @maemisnippets for the message on 14/07/2024 that was simply “Stand and carry” in reference to Youngeun. That single simple message became the catalyst for this entire Kinktember.

Secondly, to @midnightdancingsol for taking the time to help me make the initial plan for all the days of Kinktember and making many great suggestions that spawned a lot of these fics. Also thank you to everyone else for your suggestions and ideas.

Finally, to @capslocked for a great many things, from discussing details as small as how to format my posts to everything else you did.

Your Questions

Did you set yourself a time to do each one like a challenge to finish each to make it manageable? I gave myself 1 day per fic, whatever time I could spare during that day would be all I had to complete it, I think for around 27 of them, I managed to stick to this schedule. Some of them did spill over into a second day, such as the longer ones like IU.

How the hell did you find the motivation/inspiration to complete the whole thing? Honestly, I found it incredibly fun. I think I often get stuck in bigger projects and my brain gets all foggy, but with all of these fic being quick and snappy, I never got that feeling. Things kept being fresh and exciting and I was pretty much always looking forward to jumping into the next fic.

How did you approach choosing your kinks? / How did you come up with more of the exotic kinks? First I started with the obvious ones, the ones that instantly came to mind, and just threw them into a list. There are some niche ones that I always wanted to write too, but never had a reason to, such as electrophilia and vicarphilia. So even the more ‘exotic’ choices, I was acutely aware of. Then to round it out I did a little research online and pulled together a list of ‘potential’ kinks, which allowed me to fill out the missing slots.

Did you find varying each entry to be easy or difficult? What went into your thought process when it came to setting up each of the entries and the kink involved? Collecting a list of varied kinks was rather easy, at least initially, once I cut that down to the ones I would like to write, I ended up with a few spaces, and those final few became really difficult. But that’s why it’s great to have a community to lean on and ask for ideas. The thought process wasn’t really anything special beyond that. I just created a list and then picked out what I wanted to write, and then decided on idols to feature in each one. This leads nicely onto the image below, I scraped this initial list from a DM with another writer. As you can see, the initial list I put together on day one contained a large number of the ideas that made it into the final cut. This also serves as an answer to the questions on what ideas I decided to drop.

How did you match the featured idol(s) to the kink you have planned? Was it based on their idol personality? Or was it just random? I approached it in a similar way to how I would with most other fics, where if I think an idol’s personality lends itself to the fic, then I will do just that. Of course, it’s impossible to be really accurate and I had to take some creative liberties where needed. Although, on some occasions, I did just throw an idol in there and write her without thinking about her actual personality too much. This usually happens with idols I know less about.

I'm curious how you went about writing some of the more nicher kinks like electrophilia? The simple answer would be to say that I approached it the same way as I did every other fic. None of the kinks required me to do any further research as they’re all kinks that I’m familiar with and am interested in. So in the end I just wrote what felt right.

Was there an idol that you started liking after finishing writing her? For the sake of my own enjoyment/motivation, I only chose to write idols I already liked. Though I would say that writing the Shuhua fic made me a lot more attracted to her than normal. I could also possibly put IU here too, since she’s not really on the forefront of my mind, but became much more so after writing her.

Was there an idol in particular that you 'wanted' to write, but ultimately switched it to a different idol instead? REI. How did I not write REI?! She was in the original draft list where I was going to do some form of bondage piece, but ultimately all the ideas I had for it were absorbed into other fics.

This feels like a good point to share this initial list I completed with Sol while planning. A lot of this remained true to plan, but you may spot some changes.

Now that it's done are you glad you did it or did you end up regretting your decision at some point? Overall, I’m happy and proud and think it was 100% worth it. I relished the challenge and it took me out of my comfort zone. Right now, the only regrets I have are the fics where I know I could have done more/better but I know that I have to accept that I did the best I could in the time constraints. There were times along the way when I had my regrets and wondered if I should even have bothered, particularly when a fic wasn’t well received, but I know now I had just to accept that.

Do you feel more familiar with your style/voice as a writer, if so: what have you discovered? Did you learn anything from this writing-wise? Discovered some new writing styles and possibly improved some? I think the most important thing I took away from this is how important it is to just get words down on the page. I have spent time previously stuck in my own head and grinding to a halt in a fic when trying to make things work. Kinktember simply wouldn’t allow that, so I had to adapt. I learned to be ruthless by deleting the things that didn’t work and pushing on without trying to be overly perfect. I don’t think I developed my ‘voice’ or style too much because I believe it did have to take a backseat at times in order to maintain pace. However, I did get the opportunity to try new things, such as FxF and writing for a gender-neutral reader and also varying the pacing within the fics. Fics such as the Kkura one where I cut together four short, connected scenes really suited the concept and were very fresh to write.

Which fic do you think the idol and the kink are a 'perfect' match? Maybe in terms of reader reception or how quickly you got into the flow state when writing it? Well, I wasn’t sure at the time, but I was told that Karina and dressing up as a maid worked really well. I also think there were a few really obvious combinations that I leaned on, such as spanking Chaewon and having Ryujin and Yeji scissor, or having Minju be a doll. Those are ones that just instantly clicked for me and I thought to myself it was a perfect match. I would say I entered the biggest flow state when writing the Moka x Yunah, I found it incredibly hot, so much so that I finished the fic and then when going to edit, I wrote the second scene. Idk I’m just really down bad for Moka rn. Also, I hear that I really nailed the Yunjin/Kkura/Chaewon dynamic, so probably that one too.

Is there a fic that you would have written regardless but just so happened to be included in kinktember, if that makes sense? I never really know what I’m going to write next until I’m writing it, and I never know if it will be posted until I post it. This makes it hard for me to really guarantee that anything in Kinktember would one day come to fruition. The closest to it would be part 2 of the Minji fic, How Sweet To Be Alone. I always wanted to follow up on it, so being able to add it as a kinktember fic became a bit of a perfect storm. There are other fics too that I always wanted to write, and maybe I would have one day, but kinktember made it a reality.

Would you do kinktember(or any other variant) again? Would you recommend writers to try it at least once? I would say I’m more likely to do it again than I am not, but I can’t guarantee it. As for recommending it to other writers… the honest answer is no. I feel that it goes against so many of a writer's natural instincts. It takes over your life. It consumes your time. You’re forced to work unnaturally hard and you’re forced to reduce your standards. I don’t think it’s healthy for anyone to push to do something like this.

Finally, throughout the month I had so many nice asks that I couldn't respond to, but I read them all and appreciated them all so much.

#asks #kpop smut #kinktember

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valyrfia · 11 months ago

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It is certain that Charles has a link with this surprise meeting, especially since now Fred is starting to change his views in the media and he is defending Charles. It’s still odd timing and a quick turnaround. Charles' departure will be a disaster for Ferrari's image. It will be a hard blow and a humiliation. Charles is adored in Italy and by fans, he is the predestined one. He received this nickname at the age of 15. It has always been said that he will be the one who brings the championship title back to Maranello. Ferrari encouraged this story, Charles is a student of the Ferrari Academy, he was raised by them, he is their golden boy. And above all everyone knows the crazy love he has for Ferrari, Charles is the biggest tifosi. he leaves it means that he has lost all hope and that Ferrari is truly lost and will never recover. People will interpret it like that, if even Charles no longer believes in it, there is really no more hope for them. Ferrari will lose some credibility. Its reputation will suffer. Yes Ferrari will always be Ferrari but a departure from Charles will not be without consequences for them. Especially if Charles goes to another team and he is successful, he manages to win a title. It will be a humiliation for them because everyone will see that it was indeed Ferrari and that it is a team that has become incapable of helping its driver win a title. charles is not bigger than ferrari but it's stupid to think that he doesn't have a certain influence and that his departure will have no impact for them

Yes to all of the above. Everyone associates Charles with Ferrari, and he's been open about the emotional ties that hold him to that team. For Charles of all people to stop believing in the project and leave would be a massive warning bell to everyone in the sport as to the direction and inability of the team to win a championship.

#charles leclerc #lestappen gate 2024 #asks #anon

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skimmingmilk · 6 months ago

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Summary: When in the position to do Tails a small favor, Shadow finds himself immediately regretting it when Sonic shows up and goads him into what should have been a simple game of chess. But things are never simple when Sonic the Hedgehog is involved. Shadow should really know better at this point than to ever involve himself in the shenanigans of Sonic and Tails; they know all too well how exactly to get under his skin.

A/N: Since this is Shadow's big movie debut week, I wanted to post a little something in his honor! Congratulations, Shadow!

This was inspired by combining one of the answers from the most recent Sonic Twitter Takeover (for Sonic x Shadow Generations) with my own headcanon regarding Sonic, Tails, and chess :3

Please enjoy!

Fried Liver with a Side of Emotional Indigestion

Shadow didn't make a habit of stopping by any of Tails's workshops. In fact, he could confidently say—barring the times where Central City's had been used as the headquarters for the Resistance—he'd never once stepped inside. It might've been a mild jog from his apartment, but there was never a reason to go out of his way.

Except Tails had called him, asking for a favor. He wanted to study the design of Shadow's air shoes and get his feedback on a prototype he'd been developing for himself. Something more shock resistant to high falls with a quick recovery time that would lessen the fatigue on his tails.

"I haven't seen anything of a similar size that can utilize the power and intensity of five jets without overheating in a matter of minutes. And I'm curious to see how they manage their intake to avoid compressor stall in the turbocharger despite the rapid throttle changes when you move at high speeds. They're a mechanical wonder, as much as it pains me to say that about something the late Dr. Robotnik created… aside from you, of course! Obviously, heh…"

"The professor didn't design them."

"Oh?" Tails's voice cracked as it jumped up an octave, his surprise audible.

"He oversaw their construction, but their initial conception was… someone else's."

"Of course. I should've known better than to assume. There were a lot of scientists aboard the ARK, weren't there? Distribution of assets amongst the team was likely instrumental for a quick turnaround," Tails chuckled to himself. "Well, whoever did design them was a true visionary! I'd love to pick their brain about any of their other ideas for improving aerospace technology—"

"That's impossible," Shadow interrupted.

"Right… sorry. I didn't mean—I just wanted to give them credit where credit's due." Tails paused to clear his throat, but it didn't quite clear the awkwardness in the airwaves between them. "But even though I can't discuss their design choices with them, getting to see their thought process by studying their design would be the closest to a conversation we could have. I completely understand if you'd rather leave the past in the past, though. It's your call, Shadow."

Shadow could've said no. He'd certainly thought about it.

And yet he showed up on the doorstep of the Central City workshop two days later, looking just as put out about it as he possibly could.

[Continue at AO3]

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mylittleredgirl · 24 days ago

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i have wednesdays off for the next little while and re-starting my week again every thursday while everyone else spent wednesday having meetings and assigning me quick-turnaround projects in my absence really puts me in the out of touch thursday spirit. happy second monday thursday to all who celebrate; i am both out of touch and out of time

#out of touch thursday

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byemambo · 1 month ago

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Jimmy Karn - The Realities of Mental Health: A Deep Dive

Poppy has done it again with featuring Jimmy as a guest on his most recent podcast episode. As someone who relates to Jimmy's story while knowing him since the WHY R U? days, I was touched by his courage and honesty in sharing his experience with his depression. I firmly believe that more conversations regarding mental health awareness, especially in the entertainment industry, should be more commonplace and open more doors to other nuanced realities that humans, no matter their status, deal with on a daily basis.

"I can't remember everything back then, [can you] believe that?"

I most certainly can because I've been there, done that, but unfortunately, I still deal with memory issues from my own mental health illnesses (general anxiety disorder, major depressive disorder, ADHD, the whole shabang). When your mind is trapped in a cycle of fear, worry, dread, and other feelings of worthlessness and hypercritical behaviors, that also contributes to poorer quality of living in general: neglected hygiene, irregular food intake, quality of sleep (if any), little to no social interaction, low self esteem, and many more. With the demands of the entertainment industry with maximizing profit margins, quick turnarounds for projects, strenuous work days, and other experiences that can heighten the symptoms of depression, as a fellow artist/creative, making mistakes or being unable to perform well becomes damaging to one's psyche. Our art is our world, our art is our response, our art is our life.

I think most artists/creatives deal with many stress points from literally the moment we're born in this pro capitalist society that frowns upon artistic freedoms and expression:

How are you going to make a living? You think you're hot shit? Quit acting like you'll be something and go get a real job. Are you sure this is what you want to do? How are you doing to feed your family one day? This is an unstable job, you'll never make it.

In a world where our art is stolen, trampled on, questioned, undervalued, and completely ripped out of our bare hands, the doubt and nagging nurtures an individual with crippling low self esteem and confidence, an individual who believes that they must prove themselves to a world that refuses to love them unconditionally, an individual who has been thrown around to a point where they'd rather chooses death over life. As graphic and harsh as it may sound, that is a very real experience that unfortunately, has statistics and brave souls alive to tell their tales.

I didn't understand the world and life...I only thought about why I had to put up with that. I didn't talk, I just kept quiet...I always thought it over in my head, but didn't speak out.

When your internal thoughts become intrusive to a point of seeping into every aspect of your life, eventually, it becomes a new sense of "reality." Days turn into weeks turn into months where your passions and love slowly fade into the abyss, where darkness becomes your closest companion, where everything feels like nothing at all. With depression specifically, you literally stop being able to experience the world around you, internally and externally. There's such a discrepancy in regulating your daily living that you just simply, aren't able to try.

Jimmy briefly mentioned how before his depression, he could memorize his scripts with little effort, but the expectations of perfection and concentration diminished his trust within himself.

The more mistakes I made, the more my confidence got ruined. I actually thought about leaving the business. It was so bad that I didn't want to live anymore.

When my depression and anxiety used to be really bad, despite learning how to draw and paint ever since I was a little kid with 20+ years of experience (give or take haha), all you know is what you're capable of and your best performances. The moments where you were praised, the moments where you were trusted with being the correct choice, the moments where you were showered with adoration and excellence: what happens when that person is incapable of creating the same results due to circumstances beyond their own awareness and knowledge? The appraisal and applause turn into resentment and criticism, and if you have very little understanding about your own mental well being in that moment, your emotions cling onto those self identifying value systems of failure and poor performance. You lose your ability to validate your own reality rooted in a deeper issue that no one else can see by yourself.

Those with unstable minds will have lots of doubts and questions. Mostly I had questions, questions that you can't answer. No idea how to fix [them]. [You become] so lost that you don't know how to continue living, knowing only sadness and frustration. Why bother living, just end it there, right? It's like you lose an arm and leg in an accident, it was that bad. The wound doesn't show though. They see you as whole. You never know [what's] inside their mind. How broken they are. That was me and I could represent many that might be watching and are in my shoes.

For many of us, mental health overtakes every aspect of our lives to a point where ending it all is the only solution to put us out of our miseries. I've been there, and alongside going to therapy and actively challenging the core beliefs I held for myself to survive the circumstances of my childhood, I completely agree with Jimmy's statement here:

Don't find excuses, rise up and fight. You want happiness? Grab it now.

From my own experience: I had to relearn patience towards myself, showing grace towards myself, showing compassion towards myself, and that meant dismantling all that I knew and implementing deliberate choices that will lead me down a path of self love, self care, self advocacy, self control, self worthiness. I had to learn that the challenges posed in my life from my mental health disorders were simply a "feature of my illness," rather than allowing self deprecation and abuse remain in control of my discipline. Actively choosing love and positive reinforcement over hatred and punishment. Understanding that self improvement and personal growth is meant to be challenging and hard, not some walk in the park or solved with a flip of a switch. Being realistic about how growth isn't always exponential and directly in front of your face but that slow and steady wins the race. Learning that the point is resilience, not to find a singular solution to a singular problem only for those problems to occur in our lives over and over and over again in multiple iterations and phases. That every moment has its place to teach lessons that'll prepare me for a lifetime of happiness and joy, only if I choose to open my eyes and receive its message with confidence and trust in my capabilities.

I still have depressing moments. So don't say "just keep fighting." It happened to me and I wonder if they knew how hard I had already fought.

Some of the most "positive" and kindest souls you cross paths with, whether in your personal life or as strangers, have their skeletons in their closets, have their own doubts and fears, have won their own battles, and most certainly, have their own victories and pockets of happiness that they have no hesitation in sharing their stories and encouraging words if that means helping others win their own battles. I've shared this sentiment with friends before: it's one thing to choose death and ending it all, it's a completely different ball game to choose life and continuing to live on.

And finally for the part I felt that's most important to express and what had inspired this post: choose kindness, choose compassion, choose intention, choose deliberation, choose mindfulness, choose consideration. I'm so happy and grateful that Jimmy shared his story with us, I feel so much pride relating to his strength and his confidence in his experiences, knowing that he understands the significance of his presence in this life. I feel very strongly about people who come into online spaces and harass others or share damning words and sentiments towards one anther while refusing to acknowledge what could be happening in someone else's personal life outside of our knowledge.

It takes nothing to be courteous and to share kind words to one another, and to contribute to a space filled with negativity and undeserved hatred and entitlement over someone's autonomy and mere existence is not only pathetic to me, but makes me pity those who believe they can express those feelings without consequence. Love and adoration is so infectious and needed now more than ever, so why not be a part of that? If not in the spaces and communities you currently reside in, why not somewhere else where you can be authentic about your love and admiration without needing to put others down? Why stick around in a place where you sour the air and drive others away with your reckless behavior and attitudes? Why choose to beat down when you're very capable of uplifting others? Why wake up every single day entering the world fists first? What are you fighting against? What are you protecting yourself from? Where are you failing to show up for yourself that you believe in harming others and in turn, harming yourself? That is the question.

#mental health #jimmy karn #poppy ratchapong #domundi #the next prince #thai actors #thai bl #thai ql #mambo.speaks #this interview was so important to me #i hope everyone gets a chance to watch it #and i really hope they'll fix the subtitles #otherwise: amazing message and conversation that needs to be had more often than not #jimmy my love #you are everything

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feather-bone · 2 months ago

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Sorry for the radio silence, been zooming through a quick turnaround project - now that I'm done I can share! Pollinator drawings incoming 🦋🐝🪲

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kalkiethinks · 7 months ago

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SCAM ALERT

TLDR: If a commisioner ignores your instructions, sends you a ton of money upfront via a check asking you to deposit and send back a portion of money- DO NOT. So back in Nov 10 I got an email commission which started okay: "I hope this message finds you well. I am reaching out to you because I am impressed by your portfolio and believe your artistic style would be a fantastic fit for an upcoming project I am coordinating.

I am currently in the process of assembling a team and I need a talented illustrator to collaborate on the title, Pandemic: Precaution and Prevention. Your work stood out to me due to its vibrant colors, character choices and attention to detail.

If you are interested, I would love to discuss the project further and provide more details about the scope, timeline, and compensation. Please let me know if this opportunity aligns with your current availability and if you would be open to discussing it further.

He wanted to create 6 group illustrations that would be printed and handed out for students 18-25 that would equate to $6000 at a 9 week turnaround. This raised an eyebrow but thought they were just a generous client. I gave him my procedure pipeline, starting with a min deposit upfront as a show of good faith. Also told him holidays are busy so will we start next year? He says that's fine. So far okay. "Considering the amount to be paid for the job, cashiers check or bank certified checks is our best bet. My sponsor doesn't use online payment platforms. He's an old-fashioned businessperson. The check will be issued and mailed to you and you should receive it within 5 days. Please get back to with your details in the format below:" Another raised eyebrow in this digital day and age but I've done previous freelance work that used mailed checks so I was alright with this. Only released my contact info and bank name.

Now the red flags pop up: On Nov 19 he sends this: "How are you doing today ? I'm so sorry for this, sincerely I do not find it easy to write this to you this moment , I have been so busy lately, the check is been made out for $6,000.00 which is cover for both phases. The sponsor asked for immediate refund for the 2nd phase as soon as the check clears your bank then you could proceed with the first 1-3. The 2nd phase is been postponed until further notice due to the sponsors personal issue, I will provide you the tracking information via USPS as soon as I have it so you could have it tracked yourself to know when exactly it will be delivered. My sincere apology for the inconvenience and do have a great day." So my requests were completely ignored, tells me a check is on the way with the full lump sum and I have to return half that amount. This is one method I've heard scammers get access of one's bank account with the poison check and you end up paying that half with your own actual money. Checked with friends and my own bank, sounds like a scam. Check arrives, and doing 30 minutes of Googling reveals so much warning stuff:

-So the names on the client email (Nicholas Jarry), and this name on the USPS (Christopher Williams) revealed on the first results are both famous sports players. One is a funny coincidence, two is suspicious. -quick Google of what a Keybank check is like, get an old warning about what to look for in legit checks, also tried calling Keybank on how to verify a check and explaining the scenario. -the address on the USPS belongs to a residential house that had another business also registered to it before that has gone inactive. -The Ace Cafe is real, but everything is inconsistent. The Hillcourt Dr address leads to a residential house, there is no LLC, and the logo belongs to a legit Orlando location that had closed last year and is opening in a new location, the address not matching whats on the check and names do not match either Jarry or Williams.

I've already reported this issue to the FTC and while they can't help me do anything with this particular scammer I'm now passing this around to new artists to know what to look out for when too many little suspicious things add up.

#scam alert #check fraud #commission #freelance #artist for hire

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