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[physalian]

10 More Character Types the World Needs More of

Part 1 was specifically character dynamics, but I’m considering this a sequel anyway.

1. Fiercely independent character’s lesson isn’t to “trust people”

I’m not projecting. You’re projecting. There is a divide wide enough to fit the Grand Canyon between “trusting that someone isn’t lying” and “trusting someone to follow through on a promise”. Most dumpster fire attempts at these characters (almost exclusively women) rely solely on mocking them for the former because “not all men” or something.

Being consistently let down in life makes you hesitant to a) gain friends, b) pursue romantic interests, c) maintain familial relationships, d) get excited about any event that demands participation from someone who isn’t you. None of this is simply a bad attitude—it’s a trauma response. There is no lesson to be learned, and not even exposure therapy can help because it’s a real, legitimate, and common stunt people pull, whether they mean it or not.

So write one of these characters and legitimize their fears, give them someone who proves the exception to the rule, but do not let the lesson be “well they just haven’t found the right person yet”. Even the “right person” can let them down. It's about not becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy by sabotaging a good thing to prove it will inevitably go bad.

2. Conventionally attractive men who aren’t horndogs

I’m going to find every way I can to tell you to write more aces. This is to fight the stigma that attractive people must be attracted to people. Give me gorgeous aces and demi’s, men, women, enbys and everyone in between, who put a crap ton of effort into looking their best, and yet happen to not have a very loud libido. They look good for themselves, and not to impress anyone else.

Give me someone who could have anyone they wanted, gender regardless, and just simply has no interest. Or, they do actually have a significant other, but sex, how hot their partner is, or how horny they are, isn’t their internal monologue. I don’t even care if it’s unrealistic, it’s annoying to read.

And, you know, giving men male characters who aren’t thinking about sex all the time can be good, right? Right?

3. Manly warrior men who also write poetry

A.K.A Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. Just give me more Aragorns, period. This dude is either covered in filth, blood, guts, and the last 30 miles of rugged terrain, or singing in Elvish at his own coronation while pink flower petals fall. A man can be both, and still be straight.

A man can also drink Respect Women juice, you know? He ticks off all the boxes—he’s gentle when he needs to be, not afraid to hide his emotions, kind to those who are vulnerable and afraid and need a strong figure to look up to, resolute in his beliefs, skilled and knowledgeable in his abilities without being arrogant or smug, and the first boots on the battlefield, leading from the front.

4. Characters who are characters when no one is watching

This is less a specific type and more a scene that doesn’t get written enough. This whole point comes from Pixar’s Cars. I. Love. This. Movie. It’s not Pixar’s best, for sure, but this is my comfort movie. The best scene, one that’s so unique, is when Doc (aged living legend) thinks he’s alone when he rolls out onto the dirt race track and comes alive tearing around the oval.

This character’s unbridled, unabashed glee and euphoria at proving to himself that he’s still got it, when he’s completely unaware of his audience, is perfection. Not enough credence is given to characters to just… enjoy being themselves. He’s not doing it to prepare for the climactic race, he’s not doing it for the plot, he’s doing it just to do it, not even to prove Lightning wrong—just for himself.

Give your characters a “Doc Racing” scene. Whatever their skill is. Maybe they’re a dancer, a skater, a swimmer, a painter, sprinter. Just let your character love being alive.

5. Characters whose neurodivergence isn't “cute”

A.K.A. Lilo Pelekai from Lilo and Stitch. Really, her relationship with Nani is peak sibling writing. But Lilo herself is just so realistic with how she interacts with the world, how she interprets her relationships with her so-called friends, how she organizes her thoughts and rationalizes what she can’t quite understand, and how friggen smart she is for an… 11-year-old?

But she’s not “cute”. As in, she wasn’t written by generic Suits who were trying to cash in on the ND crowd by writing what they think will sell, but also making her juuust neurotypical enough to still be palatable by the rest of the audience. Lilo’s earnestness is what endears her to everybody. But also, she doesn’t get a free pass for her behavior, either. Her “friends” aren’t forced to accommodate her and Nani isn’t written as the cold-hearted villain for trying to discipline her.

6. Straight male characters with female friends

Am I double-dipping a bit here? Yes. While I completely understand how tempting it can be, this type of character is in dire need of exposure and representation to prove it’s possible. No weird tense moments, no double-glances when she isn’t looking, no contemplations about cheating on his girlfriend (and no insecure jealous girlfriend either). Just two characters who enjoy each other’s company and are able to coexist in a space and be in each other’s spaces without hormones getting in the way. Peak example? Po and Tigress from Kung Fu Panda.

Let these two rely on each other for emotional strength in times of need, let them share inside jokes, let them have a night alone together at a bar, at home, cooking dinner, getting takeout, talking on the patio in a porch swing… with zero “will they/won’t they.”

7. The likable bigot

I’m actually on the fence with this one but it’s something I also don’t see done often enough and I’m adding it for one reason: Bigots aren’t always obvious mustache-twirling villains and the little things they do might seem inconsequential to them, but are still hurtful. So showing these characters is like plopping a mirror down in front of these people and, I don’t know, maybe something will click. They don’t have to be MAGAs to be dangerous, and only writing the extremes convinces the moderates that they aren’t also the problem.

Example: I have a “friend” who recently said something along the lines of “I have lots of gay friends” followed up shortly by “I don’t think this country should keep gay marriage because it’s a slippery slope to legalizing pedophilia.” You know. The quiet part being that she *actually* thinks being gay is as morally abhorrent as being a pedo. But she totally has lots of gay friends. Including one who was driving her during that conversation. (It’s me. Hi. I’m apparently the problem, it’s me.)

She’s absolutely homophobic, but the second she stops announcing it, she’s a very bubbly person. She’s a ~likable~ bigot and thus thinks she can distance herself from the more violent ones.

8. The motherly single father

I say “motherly” merely as shorthand for the vibe I’m going for here. “Motherly” as in dads who aren’t scandalized by the growing pains of their daughters, and who don’t just parent their sons by saying “man up boys don’t cry”. Dads who play Barbie with their kids of either gender. Dads who go to the PTA meetings with all the other Karens and know as much if not more than they do about the school and their kids’ education.

Dads who comfort their crying kids, especially their sons. Dads that take interest in “feminine” activities like learning how to braid their daughter’s hair, learning different makeup brands, going on nail salon trips together. Dads who do not pull out the rifle on their daughter’s new boyfriend and treat her like property. Dads who have guy friends that don’t mock him and call him gay. Dad who does all this stuff anyway and is *actually* gay, too, but the emphasis is on overly sensitive straight men’s masculinity here.

Wholesome dads: a shocking amount of single-parents to female anime protagonists.

9. The parent isn’t dead, they’re just gone

Treasure Planet is an awesome movie in its own right, but what’s even better? This is a Disney movie where the parent isn’t dead, he’s just a deadbeat who abandoned his son and isn’t at all relevant to the plot beyond the hole he left behind for Jim to fill. The only deadbeat dads Disney allows are villains and those guys are very vigorously chasing an aspiration, that aspiration just doesn’t include quality fatherhood. Or motherhood. Disney has yet to write a deadbeat mom, I’m almost certain.

I just wrote a post about the necessity of the “dead parent” cliche, but what is perhaps more relatable because it’s more common, and what earns even more sympathy and underdog points for the protagonist? The hero with the parent who left. Then there’s a whole extra layer of angst and trauma available when your hero can now plague themselves with the question of if the parent leaving is their fault. Death is usually an accident. Choosing to abandon your kid is on purpose.

10. Victim who isn’t victim-blamed or told by their friends (and the narrative) to forgive their abuser

Izuku Midoriya lost so much support from me the moment he told his friend, bearing the consequences of domestic violence across half his face, that Midoriya thinks he’ll be ready soon to forgive his abomination of a father. I am firmly in the “Endeavor is a despicable human and hero” camp and no I’m not taking criticism. I audibly gasped when I heard this line and realized Deku was serious. Todoroki needs friends like the Gaang to remind him that he's allowed to hate the man who's actions caused the burn scar across his f*cking face.

I understand that the mangaka apparently didn’t anticipate the vitriolic backlash toward Endeavor during his debut and reveal of his parenting tactics but the tone-deafness of telling a fifteen year old with crippling emotional management issues and a horrible home life that his abusive dad in any way deserves and is entitled to forgiveness on the grounds of being related is disgusting.

Take it back further to a more famous Tumblr dad: John Winchester. Another despicable human who got retroactively forgiven by his sons after his death in a “he wasn’t so bad, he really did try” campaign. It’s one thing if the character believes it, it’s a whole different matter if the narrative is also pushing this message.

Katara is a perfect example: She lets go of her grudge for her own peace of mind and stops blaming Zuko for something he had no hand in, stops blaming him simply because he’s a firebender and he’s around to be her punching bag. She doesn’t forgive the man who killed her mother, because that man doesn’t deserve her forgiveness. Katara heals in spite of him, not because of him, and had she let him off the hook, she would have gotten an apology for getting caught, not for what he did (which is exactly what happened).

[y123345]

She was a witch who used to be a student of the infamous magical school where all the witches and wizards went. Her parents were the deans until they were accused of practicing black magic and wrongfully given death penalty. She believed her parents were conspired by their fellow wizards but before she was able to prove anything, she was banned from the school. Her uncle took her ophaned self and taught her magic skills while staying low key in the deep forest away from the witchcraft academy. 20 years later, she got knocked up by a guy who was lost in the forest and rescued by her uncle. That dude had long gone before she realized she was carrying his child.

Last year, her uncle finally got his hands on an invisible cloak they had been searching for years. They planned to use this to sneak into the academy to find out answers for her parents and prove their innocence. Everything was according to the plan, get the cloak, sneak inside the academy, search for the records, investigate, confront the deans and the headmistress, except she accidentally got pregnant and she was now in her third trimester. The academy had a tradition of holding a grand banquet that everyone, undergratuates or post gratuates returned from all over the world and meet up every 10 year. Fortunately for her, that 10th year ceremony is holding next month but she would be 39 weeks pregnant by that time. But she had already made up her mind. A mere pregnancy shouldn't interfere with this long awaiting opportunity. She must know the truth behind her parents' ordeal. She had decided to give her all in this investigation.

Her uncle had been taking really good care of her during the whole pregnancy. He would brew portions to keep her child healthy and grow well. Well, she must say the potion worked too well. Because her baby was already showing at 8 weeks and she was carrying twins. Her uncle would say " No. My dear niece, I'm just making sure the babies are growing well. You carrying twins is not my doing. You are just super fertile". By 34 weeks, she couldn't even see her feet, her back was killing her, her walk was waddled and she was struggling to even get up from floor. The babies were kicking her organs all the time, making her wince everytime. Her uncle wanted her to not go ahead with this mission. Lets just wait for another 10 years he said. But by another 10 years, all the deans and the head of the academy would already retire and the longer it got, the fewer evidences she could investigate. So, she didn't want to take any chances. Little did she know that her beloved uncle was involved in her parents' incident. He was the one who started it but things went south and her parents got the blame. They were just in fact trying to stop him but that put them in the scene leading to their deaths. He was planning the forbidden magic with two of the deans to dominate the human world that would end up in thousands of human deaths. But the plan failed due to her parents interference and he put the blame on them. Out of his guilty conscience, he decided to go into hiding with his niece. The man that got lost in the forest, the pregnancy, the big babies were all his doing to stop her from knowing the truth. But she was just so stubborn.

Only two weeks away from the grand banquet, her babies weighed 7lbs each, the weight of her stomach was killing her back. They keep practsing and practising to sneak inside the academy. First, cross the lake with a boat, then wear the invisible cloak and followed the other guests.

The day had arrived. She was now 39 weeks with two babies who weighed 9lbs each. Her whole body was so uncomfortable. The brixton hicks were annoying, her vagina was sensitive, the fetal kickings were hurting like hell and keeping her awake at night, couldn't sit with her legs closed, needed a place for her big round pregnant belly between her thighs whenever she sat down and her movements had been slowed down dramatically. She could feel the babies sitting so low in her pelvis. But these won't stop her. She was so determined.

She wore a dress, a belly support to help ease the weight and an underwear. She waddled out of her house and got on the broom. She moaned since the broom pressed against her sensitive swollen vulva. Her belly restes uncomfortably on the broom stick as her legs were hung on each side on the broom. She leaned forward abit further pressing her vulva and lower part of her stomach onto the broom and commanded it to fly despite the discomfort. She landed quietly at a dark corner near the academy and put on the invisible cloak and hid the broom inside a bush. Now all she had to do was sneak into the building. She followed the crowd quietly being super careful not to bump into other people so that they wouldn't notice.

In the dining hall, the headmistress was giving a speech and the room was so crowded. She had to get through this to reach the other rooms so she waited quietly. Then the dance started. She tried to squeeze through the dancing couples but it was so hard to do so with a mounded midsection. The music and the people got more lively and she decides to pass through it no matterwhat. She kept herself as close as possible to the wall and slowly made her way through. She was walking carefully keeping her eyes on her surroundings, with her left hand holding the wall and her right hand supporting her aching arched back. She stopped occasionally whenever the actively dancing couples came close to her to avoid getting noticed. At that moment, she saw a familiar face next to the headmistress. It was one of the male deans that involved in accusing her parents. Suddenly she was snapped back to reality by an intense bodyslam from a woman spinning and dancing with her partner. The woman's whole body weight combined with the spinning force slammed directly onto the right side of her stomach, crushing it between the woman's body and the sturdy stone wall. Making matters worse, her right hand (the side the woman flew into) was holding her aching back, so, it could not offer any protection against this sudden impact. If she was hugging her stomach instead, it could at least lessen the force of the impact. But luck was not with her that day. Her twin filled 39 week belly took the brutal impact full force. She was just extremely unfortunate. The women could have slammed her body instead of her big protruding stomach. But no, her body was spared. Only her stomach got pancaked from side to side. Perhaps this was the price she had to pay for not paying attention to her surroundings well. She felt every moment of the impact, the woman slamming her belly, her belly in turn slamming into the wall squishing her babies knocking the air out of her. She almost let out a scream. Her uterus started contracting vigourously and the babies were kicking her ribs and her organs painfully. She fell to the ground hugging her oval shaped contracting stomach. Taking deep breaths, she rubbed her belly trying her best to soothe the babies. But she couldn't stay there for long. She had to move forward. She caressed her stomach and slowly walked through the ballroom. Her womb kept contracting from time to time making her pause here and there drenching in sweat. It was a miracle her water hasn't broken yet.

She intended to sneak into the headmistress's office to steal the case files. The corridors were quite empty since almost everyone was enjoying the ball.

The headmistress office was on top of the academy, the 13th floor. There were so many steps. She made her way up slowly holding her stomach which was now black and blue on both sides. Maybe she was imaging things but she definitely felt like her babies were sitting lower than before. She even felt them lodging in her pelvis and almost dropped out with each step she made. Having to go up the stairs while heavily pregnant with twins combined with the forceful blunt trauma was doing no good for her. She had to waddle even when go up the stairs or else, her low hung tender stomach moved up and down with each step as it was in the way of her thighs and ended up getting lifted up and down with each step.

Just as she reached 10th floor, she saw the headmistress together with the dean from earlier heading to the office on their brooms. She increased her speed and ran up the stairs as fast as her pregnant body allowed to get the office in time to spy on them. Then another contraction hit and she had to slow down again. She thought to herself, " the contractions weren't regular at all. This is beacuse I got hit in the stomach. Thank goodness I'm still not in labour".

After a while, she finally got to the 13th floor. It had been some time that they had been in the office and she could hear the quarrelling even from afar. Wanting to eavesdrop, she hastily approached the door. Just as she was about to put her ear on the door, it was flung open and slammed right into her already bruised and tender belly from the front. She yelped as her big protruding stomach was getting crushed by the door, flattened to amost half of its size and the babies being pressed against her spine. The dean was getting so angry arguing with the headmistress and she put all her anger into slamming the door open and storming out. He didn't even notice the yelp she accidentally let out. She was thrown backwards by the momentum of the hit and fell onto the ground with a thud. The pain was so immerse that her eyes became blurry and she was breathless. Suddenly, she felt water dripping out of her birthing hole. Her water had broken. Her twin filled stomach was able to withstand the first trauma but couldn't survive this second one. The pain from the hit, the pain from the taut contracting stomach, the pain from the babies squiming against her insides, all making her breathless and paralyzed. With tears, she girtted her teeth trying not to groan and stay as quiet as possible. She couldn't risk them finding her out. Rubbing her stomach is no help at all. More and more water was coming out of her vagina. She tried to stand back up with all her might but she was in so much pain. After struggling and finally getting up, she clutched her siezing belly with both her hands and sneaked inside the office to investigate. The dean and the headmistress already left. She searched the bookshelves and the whole room for the forbidden documents but couldn't find anywhere.The babies started to descend ever since the door broke her water. With every movement she made, every step she take, they got lower and lower. Enduring the back to back contractions, she tried to search as much as she could but the first baby had already lodged into her birth canal. The contractions were ling and continuous now. Not finding anything, she decided to go back the way she came in, get home asap and birth the babies. It was not like she had a choice though.

With each step, the head descended more. Enduring the contractions, her whole body was soaked with sweat. The cloak was able to cover all her pregnant body and but not the trail of amniotic fluid on the ground. She couldn't care anymore. She just wanna get out of here as fast as possible and push the children out. The contractions become more and more intense and longer to subside. The fetal head was battering her swollen cervix . By the 3rd floor, she unconsciously squatted down and almost started pushing. She felt her vagina with her finger and the head was already crowning. Her gait became wider, holding the urge to push, repeating " don't push. Don't push" as a mantra in her head. By the 1st floor, she was in full crown. She knew she absoultely couldn't give birth here. She cupped her palm over her vagina and gently pushed the head back in. Pushing back the first baby subsequently push back the 2nd baby which was already in line to come out. The pressure and pain was worse than she imagine it would be and she had to let out a groan. No matter how much she wanted to keep the babies inside her, her body kept naturally doing its job. Her baby would stretch her vagina again and crown again and she would push back in again despite the excruciating pain. This went on and on like a cycle.

All she had left to do now was squeeze through the ballroom again and got out of the acadmy. But this time, the dancing people were drunk now and they were dancing very wildly. So, it was taking her longer than it should. Plus, the place was crowded that she could not bend down and push the head back in. She supported her now very low hanging and contracting rockhard belly with both of her hands and slowly made her way. The head fully crowned again and started to slip out again but halted by her panties halfway luckily. Now it became more difficult and torturous for her to walk with a hald dangling head while resisting the urge to push amid contractions. Finally she got back to her broom crouching and clutching her painful midsection with both hands. She groaned and was shaking in pain as the broom pressed back the head back into her birth canal. She could feel the two babies struggling to come out. After the excruciating flight, she got back to her house welcomed by her uncle. The fact that he was not even surprised that she found nothing didn't cross her mind because she was in so much pain and all she wanted to do was push. Of course he wasn't surprised. He already contacted the headmistress in advance about her heist and to get rid of everything.

[deadpool15]

Maybe 3?

TW: Fem Dom/ Sub Anton

Manipulation slight

“I can totally make you come 3 times baby. It would be light work for me if anything.” After I said that I saw Anton crouched down trying to hide his face while full on laughing at me. I know for a fact this dude is not laughing at me. “Are you laughing at me right now, I’m being serious like very serious.” He started to laugh even harder when I said that, “yea baby, I know that’s why it’s so fucking funny. You’re so serious, you actually believe everything you’re saying right now tiny and that’s hilarious.” I punched him straight in the fucking arm because what is wrong with him. “Are you for real right now? You don’t think I can make you cum 3 times.” He finally turned around to face me, “baby let’s be honest you can barely make me cum once. That’s fine though, you’re my perfect pillow princess.”

Hearing that I was beyond pissed, I mean sure he usually did all the work. Anton was the silent type, usually they never boast about their size or skills they simply show you and boy did he show me. He was huge, I mean I’ve seen cocks before in the past and no one has ever compared to Anton, he had a nice girth and was probably about 9-10 inches. The first time, I bragged to my friends how he wasn’t that good in bed and was about average size, that same night I cried on his cock because it wouldn’t fit. Leading him to be obsessed with our size difference. He loved the fact that I was so much smaller than him. He is shy all the time except when he is in the bedroom. He usually is the one to take charge but I mean that doesn’t mean I can’t do it from time to time. I simply choose not to. “Baby, did you hear me? I said I was going to hang with the boys today.”

Hearing that I finally came back from my thoughts. With the absolute best idea ever, “are you sure baby? Sure you don’t wanna play with me today?” I slowly watched as he turned around from to door to watch me open my legs. Wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of shorts. “Baby, don’t do this now. I promised the boys I would go out with them today, I mean it’s been a while.” He moved closer to me while bending down to grab my hips in both his hands. “It’s been a while since you fucked me as well. Which promise means more to you?” Watching him fold was only the start of my beautiful plan. I pushed him towards the room sitting him on the bed while pushing him towards the headboard.

Moving forward with him and then stopping to sit on his lap, I leaned in to peck his lips knowing it wouldn’t be enough for Anton. One simple kiss never is enough. He chased after my lips, while I teased him he grabbed my neck and finally i smashed my lips on his. While he was distracted I reach in the bed for the handcuffs. Yes, I did in fact have a feeling that he would make fun of my advantage to make him cum before we had this conversation. He was so used to being in charge, I just needed to allow him to be my little baby for this day. Once he was cuffed I pulled away from his lips to stare at him. To see him in such a pathetic state was so amazing and maybe a little amusing to me. He tried to reach out for me only to realize he was restricted, noticing the his hands he started to laugh at me again. “Really baby, all cause I said you can’t make me cum without a little help? It’s ok you just lack the stamina baby it’s fine. You’re my tiny baby. Come here so I can make you feel good again. I know you want it.”

Once he started to finish speaking I could tell he was getting desperate for me to untie him. Good I need him to be all desperate. “Wanna bet? You think I can’t make you cum. I’m gonna show you, until I feel like you’ve had enough. Here are a couple of rules to follow though baby. You need to know I’m in charge not you means your word doesn’t matter here. And you will learn not to talk back. Lastly, you can cum as meany times as you want, I’m not cruel unlike you can be sometimes. I say when you have had enough.” Moving to kiss him lips again no I bite his bottom lips pulling it back a little, making my way towards his pants. Anton never really wore boxers these days, which in times like this I was very grateful for. I grabbed a hold of his zipped and started to pull the pants off altogether.

“There his is, wow baby you’re so hard. Did I do that?” He smiled at me, “of course you did baby. Only you can get me like this.” Hearing that made me happy, “I’m glad you know that sometimes it seems you forget.” Before he could shoot back a rebuttal I grabbed a hold of his cock and spat on it, jerking him off. His words came out muffed with his pitched moans. I leaned down to suck on the tip, knowing it was his weakness. “F-fuck, shit so good baby. Keep going.” Hearing that I immediately stopped. He whined out a pathetic why. “Who is in charge ton, say it.” Hearing nothing from him I proceeded to get up from the bed. He yelled out for me to stop. “Y-you are in charge tiny, just you not me. P-please just do something.” I smiled at him taking orders,” I knew you could do it baby.” Then, I shoved my mouth down as far as I could go.

Of course, not all of it could fit in my mouth so I jerked off the rest. Moving at a past I was good with, my jaw was burning while I sat there choking and gaging all over his cock. I looked up to see his head thrown back while he was muttering out swear words and praises. It wasn’t long before he shoot his seed straight into my mouth, hitting the very back of my throat. Yet, not all of it managed to make it in my mouth some landing on the sheets. As, Anton tried to gather himself I let go of his cock and slowly started fondling his balls then sucking on them. “W-wait fuck baby I just came. Hold on shit.” I ignored his pleas and moved my mouth straight back to his cock again. While still cupping his balls in one hand, squeezing them occasionally. This time it didn’t take him long, since he had already came it was fairly easy to make it happen again. He tried to close his legs to push me way by then I decided to be evil at that moment, deep throating him.

“Oo f-fuck.” And just like that I moved back and his cum shot straight in my face, all over my shirt and neck. Anton leaned back, all used and abused. I smiled at how overstimulated he looked right now. Then, I took the shirt off my body and slide the shorts off my legs. Leaving me in nothing but my panties. He finally looked at me and watched as his cum slide down my face and onto my neck and boobs. “Shit you’re unreal.” I laughed at that, sliding back on his lap. Throwing my leg over his thigh, to cage him in. “Baby, remember what you said? You wanted to make me feel good. And I haven’t gotten to cum. Can you make me cum please. Wanna cum on your cock please.” He stared at me only really focusing on my breast’s in this moment while nodding his head frantically.

Was this manipulation, you may ask? In a way of course. But I always manage to get what I want and I had a point to prove. Looking down he was hard as a rock again. At this rate I wouldn’t even have to do anything, he could probably get off just by looking at me. Slowly, I lined him up while looking into his eyes and sank down on him. It went in inch by inch, it was always a stretch with Anton, I could take it now I just needed a minute. He started to yank on the handcuffs yet again wanting to be feel with the stimulation wrapping around his cock right now. After a while, I finally sank down fully. He was balls deep inside of me and we both couldn’t stop moaning. Leaning in to kiss him all we could do is moan into each other’s mouths.

I moved at my own past while he leaned down to suck my nipple straight into his mouth. He had a thing for my boobs, why I would never think to question in this moment. Not when it felt so fucking good. He was hitting spots in my I could never reach not with my toys and definitely not my fingers. “So g-good tiny, love you so much right now. Look so beautiful on top of me. Best view.” I could tell by the words and the high pitched voice he was completely pussy drunk now. So, I began to bounce on him think my ass back in a way I knew he could never resist. He was hitting that spot so deep inside of me. “F-fuck so deep, in my stomach ton.” But looking at him he was gone just barely a brain in there. Looking down to watch the white ring around the base of his cock, caused by me. He threw his head back again while pushing his hips up further inside of me.

Eventually, he managed to get up, raising his knees up to stand on his feet and drill his hips into me. After a while, we both were close I could tell once he started to get tired and whispered in his ear to let me finish the job and I started to circle my hips in a motion I knew he loved and just like that he came inside of me causing me to cum right after him. We were both spent, yet I wasn’t finished. Gathering the rest of my strength i leaned into his ear. “One more baby. Just give me one more.” Hearing this his eyes widened, “can’t do another baby. I can’t.” I looked at him and started to pout, “yes you can baby just one more it all I need. Just always want your cock. Can’t get enough of it.” He shook his head free some time and I took that as the cue and started to bounce of him frantically. “Take them off p-please baby. I’ll be good for you. Always will.” Hearing that I contemplated taking them off. “Only for me?” He nodded his head. I reached up to unlock them, rubbing his wrists. But he quickly discarded that and pulled me closer by the hips, hugging my body.

While my head was on top of his, he held me closer and I started to move faster. “Can’t cum again tiny.” Hearing him speaking up I looked down at his face to notice the tears. Grabbing ahold of his face while still moving, “last time baby I promise. Just want you to cream my pussy again baby. Wanna feel it deep inside of me again. Wanna feel it for days, wanna feel you.” He groaned yet couldn’t stopped crying and pulled me back to him. The room was filled with moans, muffled cries and constant skin clapping. Cum swept across my face from Anton’s previous load. Getting an idea I leaned in to kiss him biting his bottom lip, having him cry out for more. It was filthy, smeared cum landed on his cheek and yet it felt so fucking good. I shoved my tongue in his mouth eating and swallowing his moans just like my pussy was swallowing his cock right now. We were beyond sweaty and tired but I refused to stop until I got my point across. “Shit baby love you so much.” Once he said those words I leaned my hand further down my body to play with my clit, knowing we were both about to cum. “Come on baby, give it to me fill me up. Want all your cum. Your tiny little cum bucket.” He moaned out loud and jerked his hips forward causing me to scream out loud as well. And then we both finished, completely exhausted.

After a minute, I moved to get up until Anton pulled me back down mumbling something about staying with him forever. I smiled and pushed his hair out the way, cuddling into him. “4 times ton.” He finally looked up at me and was able to actually give a coherent what. “I made you cum 4 times baby not 3.” He just smiled and held me closer pulling my waist further into his body, reaching down into that very spot again causing us both to moan with cock still being inside me. “Love you tiny.” I kissed his cheek while pulling the covers on top of us, “I love you too baby.” When I tried to move next to him he stopped me saying he wanted to stay inside tonight. “ it’s warm and cozy in there I love it.” I hit his head, “is that your way of saying I will wake up to you rutting into my pussy?” He laughed at that, “you mean a mind blowing sex, maybe.”

I literally rewrote this and the crazy past is, this version is ten times better. Weird shit, I’ve learned I won’t write at school cuz the internet always causing me to lose my work. And second sorry this took so long y’all, it’s like the end of the year is kicking in and I keep getting project after project. Thank you for being patient with me. Ignore that message saying I will quit writing I’m just dramatic as fuck. Love all y’all 🤷‍♀️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[alexsoenomel]

In The Air Tonight (Sub!Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You like Dean but you are too shy to tell him until one night...

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: sexy times with  Dean, teasing and bj :)

Word count: 1782

Note: Wrote it in the first person, it’s an old one. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

You know when your crush is so intense you find yourself not being able to function properly? Well, that’s how I felt every freaking day for the past 10 years ever since I started working with The Winchesters. After my parents died in an “unexplainable” fire (like their mother did) I had nowhere to go. I was 17 and hunting was still new to me. My parents never wanted me to live this life, we kind of got dragged into it by vengeance after we found out my aunt was murdered by a nest of vampires. After that hunt, there was another and another until we stopped counting and accepted our new life. At times it was exciting the adrenaline and traveling but other times I felt like giving it up. It was a love-hate relationship. My father told me if anything bad happens to them, to just call John (old friend of his), he will help. And after the fire I did, only to be greeted by Dean’s voice and the sentence “John is dead”. They took me in and the rest was history. After a while they learned that they could trust me and eventually I became family.

After few years of hunting with them I became quite skilled and found myself looking at the older Winchester more than usual. In fact at times I couldn’t stop staring. There was something so mesmerizing about him and his whole being I couldn’t put my finger on it. I don’t know if it was because of his piercing green eyes, his charm, and humor or overall just his heart, but I was head over heels for that dude. I managed to hide it at first, from him and from Sam, but I knew it wouldn’t last. My face was like an open book, you could read me easily. That’s how Sam found out.

One night after a hunt Dean came out of the bathroom in just his towel around his waist (Yeah…) to the library for whatever reason. Sam and I were deep in the books because we couldn’t sleep. When I saw him my cheeks went completely red and I refused to look at him until he went to his room.

“Oh no…” Sam then came to a conclusion not whipping a huge ass grin off his face.

“Oh no what Sam?” I tried to play along.

“Oh no you have a crush.”

I gave him a typical harsh NO for an answer. I was lying my ass off and Sam could see right through it.

“Liar.”

And after denying it for like two minutes I finally gave up. “Okay fine I like him.”

“Since when?”

“Don’t know.” I mumbled. “You can’t tell him Sam.”

“Oh I won’t he will find out soon enough.” He laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“(Y/N) when he walked in you were red as a beet and practically drooling.”

“Hmm, good point.”

After that we never spoke about it again. I pretended like everything was fine and normal, but we all know how that shit always fails. And it did thankfully one night after me and Dean went to the bar we would always go after a successful hunt. Sam said he would go take a walk to the bunker saying he wanted some me time. I knew he just wanted me to spill my feelings to his older brother. Well after two glasses of whiskey I almost did. We talked about childhood, good and bad times, confessed stuff that was on our minds in that moment…We had a pretty good time. When clock hit 2am we knew it was probably best to go and get some rest. We were both tipsy but Dean was still capable to drive. When he finally pulled up in front of the bunker and as I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt when…

“Wait!”

“Yeah?” As I turned to look at him he leaned in and kissed me. I was taken aback for a second before I kissed him back. It was like swallowing something sweet with lots of alcohol. I undid my seatbelt and leaned in slamming him against his seat before moving on his lap. I could barely fit but I managed somehow. We stayed like this for a while; kissing and groping each other like a couple of teenagers before breaking the kiss to finally face each other.

“Well then…” I broke the ice not really knowing what to say. He brushed his thumb against my cheek not taking his gorgeous eyes off me.

“Yeah one word, wow.”

“Did you know I would kiss you back? Was I that obvious?” I asked him remembering Sam’s words.

“Yes and no.”

“How though?”

“I just felt like there was something more between us. I can’t explain it.”

“There was something in the air tonight, huh?” I remembered that song my dad used to play in the car while traveling.

Dean smiled because he caught my reference. Phil Collins never gets old.  “Yeah you could say that.”

“Since when?”

“Since when what?”

“Since when you see me more than a friend?”

“It has been so long at this point I don’t even know.”

“Same here.” I cupped his head with my hands and kissed him, this time hungrily telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Now that secret was out, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We barely made it to his room without waking Sam up. We pushed each other against the car, front door and hallway walls until we finally reached Dean’s bedroom. I was pretty sure we will end up with bruises tomorrow.  I slammed the door shut and locked it just in case Sam wakes up.

I kissed Dean as I pushed him against the door making him gasp. When I couldn’t breathe anymore I broke away and started unbuttoning his flannel.

“Jesus (Y/N) what has gotten into you?” Dean smirked.

“I think you know my answer.” I responded. “You.”

Taking off his flannel I pulled him by his belt telling him to follow me to his bed and that was exactly what he did. He sat down and like a puppy watched as I undressed myself scanning every inch of me. I liked the attention he was giving me which was strange because I would usually shy away whenever he would look at me. Leaving only underwear on I sat on his lap and kissed him again as I slowly moved my lips on his jaw then on kiss neck leaving bite marks in the process. There was just something I liked about biting.

His hands were on my hips and as I started to grind his grip tightened. I could already feel how hard he really was.

“Are you actually trying to kill me?” He said almost out of breath.

“Kinda.” I smirked pushing him onto the mattress.

“How are you so…?”

“What?” I asked him undoing his belt. “Dominant?”

“Yes, that. And you’re always so shy.”

Taking off his pants I laughed and gave him the answer he wanted. “Shy girls are always full of surprises, Dean.”

“So far, I’m loving this surprise.”

“Good to know.” I climbed on top of him feeling his hard dick teasing me through my underwear. I started slow, kissing his lips, neck and going lower as his breathing became more apparent. He was slowly losing his mind and I loved it. When I reached his boxers I didn’t want to take them off right away. Instead I kissed the skin around where the hem was, licking ever so slightly just to drive him mad. I was succeeding because he was groaning and begging me to do something.

“Please.” Was music to my ears. I loved the control I had.

“Shhh don’t let Sam hear you!”

“Then stop torturing me.”

“Okay, okay.” I took off his boxers finally setting him free and stroked him a couple of times before licking his shaft slowly. A light moan escaped from his lips as I started to lick the tip of his long dick not breaking eye contact. He was on cloud nine as I took him whole and started to move my head up and down. My pace was slow at first but when he grabbed a chunk of my hair and started pulling me down I knew he wanted more. I decided to be good to give him just that.

“Jesus (Y/N).”

I felt his dick hitting the back of my throat with each and every move before he told me he was close and I stopped.

“Why?” He asked frustrated.

“Not yet.” I just winked at him. I took the bra and panties off before I let him touch me.

“You’re brutal.” He said trailing his fingers over my hips and stomach.  

“And you’re wonderful Dean Winchester.” I said positioning myself on top of him and slowly sat down. He was big but felt so freaking good. “Fuck.”

Slowly I started to move as my mind went on him. I was enjoying the sight beneath me and he sure as hell was enjoying his. We were both moaning each other’s names desperately trying not to get loud and wake up Sam. The bed was squeaking as I sped up my pace seeing he was slowly falling apart. His grip on my hips hurt, but I liked it. It was a different kind of pain.  

“Are you close?” I managed to ask him between breaths.

“Y-yeah.”

“Look at me Dean.”

“W-what?” Poor guy was so lost in me he didn’t hear what I said.

“I said, I want you to look at me when you cum.” I said locking my hands with his. “I wanna see you fall apart.”

“Jesus (Y/N).”

My pace became faster and faster and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was falling apart just like him and I think he could see it.

Finally, and quite unexpectedly I came and few seconds later so did he. My body was stiff; waves of pleasure went through my whole body as I was moaning his name over and over again. Him, on the other hand, was clenching my hips with eyes shut, biting his lower lip not wanting to be too loud. I finally collapsed next to him covered in sweat and panting.

“Wow!” He said.

“Not bad for our first time, huh?” I asked him feeling proud. I just made Dean Winchester fall apart under me.

“Best sex I had, hands down.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I still can’t believe you’re like that.”

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” I said and kissed him. “I really like you, Dean.”

“I like you too, (Y/N).”

[aleksanderscult]

Part 1 of Aleksander Morozova being a jealous bitch

Here's a long ass meta (I awaited for this moment for so long) where I'll post and comment each scene where the Darkling gets jealous. 'Cause let's be real, we love to see it.

Cut below since it's too long (he seriously gets jealous even five minutes in every scene he appears🤦)

(Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 and the bonus content btw🖤)

Let's dive in!

"A grim smile playing on his lips."

Yeah it's grim 'cause he forces himself to smile in order to hide the pain and hurt from just seeing the girl he unintentionally fell in love with have a romantic scene with a deserter tracker, but still be doesn't succeed in putting a good i-dont-give-a-fuck show so now we have this failed effort.

Next!

Translation: "Are you so loyal to her? Willing to do anything for her? LIKE I WAS??"

The low-key spite and snide that comes out here is *CHEF'S KISS*.

Aside from the jealousy matter, the Darkling here tries to manipulate Mal by using fear. With the threat of death. He's testing to see his bravery, courage and how far he's willing to go for Alina. Clever.

THE PETTINESS HERE DJDJSKJSJS

Okay he obviously wants to lower their confidence, strength and break apart the bond that Mal and Alina had re-created the past few days. Again clever.

BUT!

No one can tell me that he also wasn't bitter and vengeful. He was like: "Aww they have rekindled their romance! How sweet! Now watch me destroy it🥰🥰"

"That was a very touching scene we witnessed".

Translation: "I'm disgusted. I'm in pain."

Actually, this is how I imagine the Darkling being when Mal and Alina kissed 😭:

Also, his (famous) sexual innuendos. He knew that Alina would never say to Mal what truly happened between them. So he's "spitting" it on Mal's face with such pleasure and satisfaction (like "she willingly gave herself to ME, boy. Did she tell you that? No. I don't think so"). And even though they obviously didn't have sex he implies it 'cause he's petty like that.

You know. For being famous for his acting skills, he really lets his mask slip easily lots of times.

Aside from anger, he must have felt hurt. This is the first time that Alina recoils from his touch and it bothers him.

The Darkling here being like:

He's acting like they were a couple and had a break up LMAO. The way he doesn't even look at her. Such a dramatic bitch.😔

The Darkling: "Lord, give me patience not to obliterate a bitch (Mal)".

His patience runs out. The fact that the first thing Alina asks him about is Mal makes him want to lash out. He be like: "I'll be so glad when I'll feed his ass to the volcra."

The moment he instructs her what to do, he demands answers about her thoughts for Mal. He's genuinely curious about what she sees in him. And how can she have hopes about being with him, an otkazat'sya, a mortal man that is beneath her? When the only person, according to him, that would understand her and accept her completely is himself (Dude we get it, you're superior 😭).

Also, he's trying to save her from a future disappointment. He has walked this path before and doesn't want Alina to do the same. He has seen this play and didn't like the ending.

So! This is part 1 of my long meta since I can't put more than 10 pictures in a post *shakes fist at Tumblr*. But don't worry. I'll continue this delightful meta in the next few days.😊😊

[dustyratt]

Hey I hope you’re doing okay! Ive been stalking your page for a while! I’m in the same process of making a visual novel! I was wondering how you do the AI+Sims 4 without it looking you know jacked up! Would love to know your progress!

Hold your hats everyone, i'll be explaining in details...

I was quite sceptical about AI previously. It felt like I'm being replaced with something monstrous, artificial - the imitation of life that's superior me on every single parameter. The sudden sting of a guilt for years of seemingly vain trials and tribulations. Was it all just for nothing? I believe everyone of us came to that question sooner or later. But here I stand telling you how to make a machine fulfill your demands.

First thing. The machine loves precise. From my personal experience, a better formed human wish grants a better machinery result. A less formed wish gives it a choice. Think beforehand, seek the patterns (keywords) that may help you sustain the artstyle throughout the workflow.

Tell the AI what it needs to do. Give it a reference image and explain how you want it to be changed. For example, I want this alien dude becoming a:

"A visually ominous face of an eyeless humanoid creature. This divine image, resembling a digitally rendered painting, showcases the ancient Egyptian god of chaos in detail: sharp chin and cheekbones, dark gray and beige skin, shimmering with pulsating rainbow hues, blood is visibly circulating under his translucent, cadaverous skin. His mouth with tightened teeth grins menacingly. The overall composition is dynamic and captivating, evoking a sense of fear, malevolent power and impending chaos". That will be my prompt. If you're lacking skills then put your hands on other's results, copy their prompts and reshape according to your needs.

Oh. Not so eyeless. Let's give it less of a free will shall we?

Better now! Sadly the eyes are in place, as you can see it is not perfect even with precise input. Now let's make about 5-10 generations with same settings. It may take time to pass a cooldown after you'll run out of tokens, so be patient. If you have absolutely no spare money to buy a decent amount of generations (or if the transactions themselves are banned in your country 👍) and your enthusiasm is on pathetically vigorous level join me on free trial option almost any of the AI sites provide. That is fair exchange - money or your time.

You get what I mean? It could be anything shaped into another anything. Put here your sim, order a nice shot - here you go! Make something out of nothing with the power of words. Make a human being... some kind of.

Hooray! Not only we have the result we craved for but a whole bunch of reusable high-quality textures of various nature.

Our next step: we go in a deep dark lair of creator's mind. Hm-m, I'd correct here and there, erased that part and attached that one... Now we play "compile your Frankenstein out of everything that is not in its place". Of course a machine is not yet on the level where there wouldn't be a possibility to distinct its presence. So to hide these little (big, actually) inconsistencies we use a power of photo editing. Grab your software. With the power given to you by the sense of vision eliminate the overgrowing fingers and fight back mutilated teeth clumps.

Meet my favourite one hundred percent AI generated method. Generate a simple low quality image free and effortlessly (I use Craiyon, the perfect weapon)

Let another AI add the details for you. Catches the concept just great. Though it does not mean no handiwork after.

You can stylize it even further. Here you can see AI generated monster dudes crispy pixelated after a luxurious tour into pixelart AI. Good thing for a pixel indie gamestyle.

So, that's it. The secret is basically in your own hands. Acknowledge the style of your game, follow it while generating contents and patch up the AI mistakes.

+ zero investments

+ compensation for a lack of skills / hardware

+ easy to use

- even more work than if you would do all the same without AI

- straight dependence on sites / chat-bots, etc.

- time consuming

- many limitations (forget this if you're not on a free subscription... wait a second that abolish the first plus too!)

Hope it was helpful!

[exstasyplague]

Just wanted to say, I have loved reading you jjk analysis while I hyperfix on the fandom. I have one question that I hope you can give me some answers to. Regarding Geto, do you believe that he's earned the title of special grade like Gojo and Yuki? I fully believe that he could reach a monster level like Gojo but I also think plot didn't let him grow more. Because people call him weak for losing against Toji (someone who also beat Gojo) and he wasn't at his prime yet bit then they also say Yuta was able to easily beat him and I think while the jjk 0 was good, it didn't utilize Suguru. Because it felt like he didn't do anything for the 10 years he defected and I think it's just because 0 was made so early on. Hope this isn't a bother, I just really like how in depth you are.

hiii. thank you for your kind words <33 it's time *cracks fingers* for a little...

Analysis on Suguru Geto's Powers

first of all. let's remember together what a special grade in jujutsu kaisen means~!

— a power so unpredictable that it's labeled as a calamity

— somebody powerful enough to overthrow a country on their own.

so far so clear? great.

let's also look a bit into what suguru's abilities are.

CURSE MANIPULATION

as the name implies, he can absord curses and manipulate them according to his needs/ desires, with no limit on how many at a time.

doubting him comes easy now that we know what gojo suguru's full strength is, but back in their highschool days they were called the strongest for a good reason: they were on par. on balance. gojo's birth caused cruses to go crazy and the one with the most efficient skill against curses was geto. he was so powerful in a way because gojo caused so many curses to exist, widening his range of possibilities. beautiful parallel imo.

MARTIAL ARTS

no secret that my man can throw hands. not only does he have good curses, he can also fight alongside them/use them as a distraction since unlike most shikigami users, he goes into full offensive mode. that poor old man was DONE. you've also seen how well he handles cursed weapons in jjk 0 and in general how high his battle iq is. geto was a menace.

he beat this dude so hard his literal life flashed before his eyes. and look at how casually he does that 😭 i can't. kenjaku ain't ever gonna excude this type of MAJESTY.

even if his fight against toji wasn't as flashy as gojo's, let's not forget that he actually did have a moment where he caught fushidaddy by surprise.

considering the fact that toji is literally a battle genius, that's very much something.

*clears throat.*

anyway.

the destructible power of his curses is also insane. he killed a whole village like it was just play time, no advanced plotting needed. you can say whatever you want, but being able to act on a whim like that... this absolute freedom of choice only comes from strength.

tell me that shit's not scary af.

and let's not forget that he got deemed so dangerous by the jjk society that he got put on par with a curse and even in the jjk 0 movie 'he had to be exorcised'. you know how in the manga they talk about saving riko and how because they're the strongest it doesn't matter what aftermaths they get? yeah. that's the perks of having power, the perks of being 'the most powerful'.

geto wasn't in hiding mode after his silly spree— he was easy to find at his temple and he was sentenced to death on sight yet in 10 years no fkin sorcerer was able to kill him.

they fr knew his whereabouts.

gege also shows him in his full splendid strength through his art.

geto was more than powerful— he was a low-key beast.

his only holdback was the world in which he lived, all the anguish and misery it brought him. he started doubting himself. he started losing faith in himself as human and a sorcerer and so he sought other paths through which he could find meaning, dooming himself beyond salvation. (his cursed technique is so shitty he can't live without giving it a meaning and clinging onto a meaning, let's not forget that manga panels about the awful taste and everything).

mentally he reached stagnation and from that point...he was meant to die.

that doesn't make him weak. he definitely deserved his title and definitely was the strongest along with gojo. hope this helped

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Week 1 (12/11/23-18/11/23) - Set A

Model used is Tsonghan Wu

1 & 2.

I don’t typically train with push ups all that often, but I picked this as my personal goal because there’s such a potent jock energy about being able to show off and crank out effortless reps of push ups. Massive high school sports star energy. But we started small. Only managed 22 on my first day. Granted it was immediately after a Push session.

The second attempt however I integrated the competitive element. I went to one of my best friends from back home, K. Total stud who i’ve always envied and idolized. I expect he’ll come up a few more times before this is over so might as well give him some designation. I asked him to make it a contest to beat his score. He hit 30 in one go. I pushed myself so fucking hard because I would not lose to him. I was gonna kick his ass. And I did. I hit 31 and then spent a good minute on the floor unable to get up. It felt so fucking good tho. Increasing by so much. Pushing and winning against my bro. It made my night. 3rd attempt i hit 32. If i keep increasing. Keep pushing. Maybe i’ll get to 100 by the end.

3.

The first step is an important milestone. Obviously as a Self-employed writer/full time student in a different country I don't have a MASSIVE collection of clothes to chuck out (you all can change that). But there are definitely a few that I already know are going to get the boot when the time comes. The reason this one was so important for me and Jockrs is because we both felt that as long as those old clothes were an option, I’d keep defaulting to them out of habit. Over-sized, drab, boring. Hiding the gainz and the new person i want to become. So the first piece I threw out was a fairly cheap ugly grey long sleeved shirt that I bought when I first moved to NZ. 6XL. Bought 3 sizes too big for me at a time when I was 3 sizes too big for me. And as I've leaned down and put on muscle, all this shirt does is wash me out and make me swim in fabric. It had to go. But I still feel indebted to it. It was a go-to piece of clothing on my worst Dysmorphia days when I felt like a fat, disgusting piece of shit. It helped me deal with the anxiety of being in a new place where I clearly didn’t look like I belonged. It helped me hide when I needed to hide. But i don’t need to hide anymore.

4.

Unfortunately I couldn't really work on this as much as I wanted. Jokers was still in exam mode so some of the shared tasks that required him were a bust. That said, I did slip a few more "dudes", "mans" and "bros" into my chatter with gym bros. And I went as far as coaching some dudes through my leg day workout. This is one I'm eager to make progress on because it's so antithetical to what I've always been. My speech has always been a weird indistinguishable hybrid. I’ve been mistaken for American, British and Canadian. I’ve had my voice described as “trans-Atlantic”, Despite coming from the Caribbean. I was always discouraged from indulging too much in dialect and slang when I was young. “Speak properly”. Combined with being fairly bookish and advanced, maybe that led to some good things in the long run. My skill with words, language and voice are unique. They’re why you all love me. But it did mean that by the time I was in secondary school I was a little alienated from my peers. I didn’t talk like them. I didn’t want to either but it was rough always being mistaken for a foreigner on soil you have never left in your life. In a sense, me picking up an even more exaggerated americanized accent is taking that full circle. Developing a bit more control over my speech to inhabit an ideal I have always longed for. Sounds cool, rite brah?

5.

Again, one restricted by Jockrs being in exam mode. I didn’t want to get too far. But we finally watched the first episode of the 2018 series. One of the rare occasions where the dub is notably better than the sub. But god. What a wild ride. 10/10. No notes. It's just pure gas. And that first episode really struck a chord with me. Something visceral about being palpably perceived as a threat. Emanating danger from you that lessers can sense in their bones. Actually being a weapon in human form. I get such a thrill from that concept. I understand why the toxic tik tok gym bro crowd latches on to this show so much. I think I will too.

[9800sblog]

Hi, I had a question regarding yeosang. I don't know anything about tarot reading, but watching him for some time, I kinda think he isn't the person he shows on camera not in a bad way but like he isn't the cute person that the company tries to show but he's rather cool person but he suppress his real personality cause of what he's told and all and I saw your readings were kind of similar to my opinion so am I right?and one other question is his friendship with the members good or do they just have the colleagues kind of Relationship he mentions?I think that's just joke but I'm curious soory for my ling message also I live your content keep going♡

Kang Yeosang tarot reading - personality and relationship with ATEEZ members

he has such a kind face

-> do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? 6 of pentacles

"describe your real personality"

hanged man, queen of wands reversed, 7 of wands, king of pentacles, 10 of wands

I would say you're somewhat right because his yin (or feminine) energy is imbalanced with his yang (or masculine) energy, but his yin energy is still being represented by the queen of wands.

this is a man of hard work, "work hard, play hard", he has a pretty good division of those two areas. he is really fun, he gets excited with simple things, he has a soft spot for pure things like animals, old people and babies. he admires and respects other people that are skillful and hardworking, but he is prone to feeling small because of that, if he thinks there are too many talented people out there, he feels like he needs to fight to prove he deserves to be where he is. a classic imposter syndrome i would say, most successful people have that at some point at least. he does seem to hide his real identity from most people, he might be a little scared of other's opinions. he lives a pretty traditional, pragmatic, by the rules life, he thinks that's important to get far and he doesn't mind separating his identity from his job, he thinks work time is not the time for those things anyway. he does have a pretty cute, lighthearted personality and he has that cool, badass style too, he's a gemini, he's comfortable in the middle. he just has a really pure heart so it transpires in cuteness hahahahaha ><

relationship with members

queen of swords reversed, 10 of cups, 7 of pentacles, the lovers, 9 of pentacles reversed

again, it's both, it's like family business. he loves those dudes, they're his best friends, his brothers, he hates them, he'd kill them, he'd die for them, he wants to be around them even when they get married and die. playful fighting, real bickering, family love, soulmates, coworkers, they are his everything :(

this song is written behind my 'the lovers' card and it represents well

[cosmosrebellion]

Lois: I'M DOING THIS FOR JIMMY, NOT YOU.

Lois: *immediately tries to relieve Clark by saying they could overreacting*

Lois: *answers his prying questions about her tracking skills when she doesn't have to*

Lois: *clearly worries over Clark falling, then getting SHOT AT, despite being a dude who's taken alien-tech punches*

Lois clearly had to consciously stay angry this episode. And is also clearly a tsundere. 😆

Yep. To give my 10 cents on Lois whole deal these two episodes, I absolutely love that they explore the idea that she has a complex over people lying to her. I can't overstate how much of a piece of shit Sam Lane is, and I always headcanoned that she became a reporter because she was aware of the shady shit he got up to "For the good of his country". It's excellent character-work.

As for how it relates to Clark. He is just hard to get angry for too long because of how honestly good a person he is and - now that she's aware he's Superman - how devoid of any self-preservation instincts he has. Lois sees something special in Clark, someone who was as genuine as they come, so the idea that he would hide something so major and be okay with starting a relationship without being fully honest really hurted her. Which again, is excellent character work.

[finnlers]

If you wanna do a fic, then lee!wilbur and ler!tommy? But if you wanna do hcs then lee wilbur plz! /nf

honestly im thinking of doing fics soon but im a little insecure about my writing skills so idkkk😓😓 but sure lets do wilbur hcs!

- not feather tklish but still probably like a 8/10

- worst spots definitely underarms, legs, stomach, hips and that one specific spot where the sides meet the back

- melt spots are his jaw, arms, palms and maybe the back of his neck??

- iconic hyena laugh dude istg, no matter where hes being tkled its some form of that hyena giggle.

- if hes being tkled in a spot he isnt super sensitive in, he'll just giggle his head off. like a 5-7 out of ten youll get the famous hyena laugh. anything death spots he'll be screaming, hiccuping, and everything in between

- definitely a squirmer, not really a kicker unless you get his legs or his hips

- mainly goes to techno whenever hes in a lee mood, sorta bc techno is one of the only ones who knows and doesnt care/finds it endearing

- good at hiding how flustered he gets unless someone points out that hes enjoying it, calls him cute or something like that or says any version of "tickle tickle tickle!~"

- cannot STAND anticipation. he loves hates how it makes him all giggly and flustered. 100% illegal and you will be hearing from his lawyers

- if you get him all flustered and red, he'll just hide his face and tell you to "shuhuhuhut uhuhup"

- though he wont really try and stop you, he will grab onto your wrists like his life depends on it

- can do without aftercare, but it is very much appreciated if his ler does hold him or something afterwards

thats all i could really think of but yea, hope this is good!! again, i am open to doing others like sbi + tubbo, sorry boys or genloss :3 so if u have reqs just send em over!

[theradicalace]

happy tree friends headcanon dump bc i am vigorously shaking the characters like maracas okay

lifty & shifty (as a duo):

i am so autistic about these two

easily my favorite characters in the show

fun fact my original youtube handle was "liftyshifty226"

these two are the epitome of platonic cuddling let's be real

can regularly be found asleep on the floor together just flopped over one on top of the other

the brothers EVER

a lot of people seem to ship them with splendid and i don't really, but i do think they (especially shifty) like to hit on him because they think it's funny to see him flustered

they have definitely flirted their way out of getting arrested at least once

serial flirters, but the moment anyone shows real interest in them they IMMEDIATELY dip

aro bi icons imho

lifty:

the younger twin (by 10 minutes)

however, he is 2 inches taller than shifty and will NOT shut up about it

has a tongue piercing

he wears like, business casual clothes (think like, a button up and slacks + a tie) to match with shifty when running a scam/heist, but when he isn't, i think he actually has a shockingly punkish style

the jokester of the pair

lifty's skills lean more towards the robbery/heist side of their antics. very good at lockpicking, can hotwire a car, etc. etc. etc.

shifty:

the older twin (by 10 minutes)

this man is always wearing the fucking heist clothes. you will never see him not dressed business casual. take off your trilby you loser (affectionate)

HOWEVER. his shoes don't Quite match the rest of the outfit. that's because he wears short platform boots to try and hide the fact that he's the shorter twin. it might actually work if lifty would ever shut up about the fact that he's taller.

rocking the single small gold hoop earring look.

the (slightly) more serious of the pair. don't be fooled, that means very very little. neither of them are a normal person's definition of "serious"

shifty's skills lean more towards the scamming side of their antics. he's got the silver tongue charisma that gets them out of trouble when push comes to shove, and his wits can get someone to fork over their wallet and not even realize something's wrong until the next day.

mime:

AUTISTIC SWAG

nonverbal, uses ASL to communicate

low empathy

based on nothing i have decided that mime is transmasc nonbinary, he/they pronouns. i make the rules around here.

i'm very fond of mime! funky lil dude

handy:

oh you KNOW this man is not being paid enough for this

please god join a union sir

he's not "nice", but he is kind. there's a difference but i can't articulate it

flaky:

was my favorite when i watched this show as a kid, i think?

i've decided that she's transfem nonbinary, any pronouns. once again, i make the rules around here!!!

sniffles:

i'm so sorry but this guy definitely has a superiority complex about his iq.

r/iamverysmart vibes

he got valedictorian as a high schooler and never got over it

that's all i've got for now i'm gonna go binge watch the show on netflix

[thunderjolt]

strider (2014)

immediately after playing the nes game, i thought to myself: "hey! there's another exploratory strider game and it's been burning a hole in my steam library for 10 years!" well, i finally got around to it. strider 2014 is an interesting beast. overall, i think it's decent.

metroidvanias are a genre i'm very particular about. i think there are a few main pillars: map design, exploration, backtracking, movement, and combat. why don't we run through each real quick, in order of how impressed i was by them.

movement: the movement in strider is excellent. there are many ways to optimize it and tons of little tricks to use. you don't start the game feeling slow or useless either: this game starts you off with essentially the full moveset from strider 2, making you feel fast and powerful from the jump and only increasing your potency from there. the seamless transitions between most screens also result in traversal feeling super smooth. it's not frictionless though, and the movement does require player skill and input to get the most out of. definitely a highlight.

combat: this is really intertwined with movement. as i said earlier, this game starts you off super strong, and you just get stronger. that feeling of mowing through armies of dudes with just one giant laser sword is palpable here. yet still, the game doesn't play itself; you'll need the requisite amount of finesse and quick thinking to get through quickly, but the game gives you the tools to do so, and as you develop that skill it just becomes more and more satisfying

backtracking: some metroidvanias don't have room design i find conducive to backtracking. many of the games on the "-vania" side have enemies that simply require too much time and attention to defeat. personally, i believe that after a certain point in a metroidvania, rooms of enemies earlier in the game should be dispatched without much thought. this is the case in strider, and the game is better for it. you will still struggle with enemies that match the part of the game you're in, but otherwise getting back through areas is smooth thanks to smart upgrade design.

exploration: this is where i think things get a little weaker. the rewards for exploration in this game are there, but they are relatively few in number and don't really inspire curiosity. a problem a lot of people seem to have with super metroid is that its secrets tend to only reward the player with say, a paltry missile tank for their efforts. i don't really have an issue with that, though. even if the reward doesn't stack up, a map littered with little puzzle boxes to pique the player's interest and test their mechanical skills or knowledge is far better than one without. sadly, this game is just lacking in things that make the player interested in the world, and it's a shame.

map design: it's boring. this is what really kills an otherwise strong game for me. both the map (as in the world the player traverses) and the map (as in the thing that guides the player) are poorly designed in my opinion. the game world is not interconnected in an organic or satisfying way, and largely feels like a disjointed assortment of linear challenge rooms. this problem is patched up by fast travel points across the map, to hide the fact that you're mostly good in straight lines, but it's far from a solution. the map itself gives you extremely precise information on the layout and terrain of the world, where you can go to get rewards with your new upgrades, and a huge arrow with a number telling you your exact distance from the next objective. the game never respects the player's intelligence long enough to let them explore the map themselves, possibly because the developers knew they didn't have anything interesting. it's a real shame.

so overall, a mixed bag. i think the game is pretty fun overall, and it goes pretty cheap, so if you're in the mood to slash some shit up as a ninja in a metroidvania package, you could do worse.

[quibbs126]

I’ve had these characters in my head that I want to draw but I haven’t found the motivation to do so

So for now I just want to talk about them at y’all

Okay so do you guys remember that time I talked about a dream involving two soldier trainees, one of which dies, a princess and this other guy? Well they come from that. More specifically it’s the princess and her family

So basically her mom’s like this weird dragon thing (but also kind of like the Zonai) while her dad is a normal human. She also has an older brother who looks more “dragon” like than her

For now I have names for the princess and mom, Seres and Marigold respectively, but I haven’t quite decided on the other two yet. I’m debating Mars for the brother, or some other Roman god, and I straight up don’t know for the dad

So Marigold is again, a weird dragon thing, and she hatched from an egg. She does not live near any other dragons as her egg somehow ended up in a human civilization and it wasn’t until well into adulthood that she met others like her. Her name is Marigold specifically because her fur/skin/scales (I’m not sure what it is yet but I guess it’s her hide) is a distinct gold/yellow. Hmm, maybe I should change her name to a different yellow flower, like Dandelion or something. We’ll see, but for now her name’s Marigold

As for the dad, I’m not sure if I should make him royalty or just nobility. He does have a high ranking status though. He comes from a family of prophets/oracles, however the future seeing abilities skipped his generation (but not his children’s). When he was a child his entire family was assassinated due to their abilities but he ended up surviving (and he didn’t have the abilities anyways so the assassins didn’t see a point to finishing the job afterwards)

They met as children and became friends, though Marigold’s odd creature status meant she stayed away from most people most of the time. It was actually one of their playdates that inadvertently led to the dad surviving the assassination attempt, as he happened to not be there at the time and was instead with Marigold

I haven’t really figured out the rest of the story for these two, but they grow up and fall in love, get married, all that junk. They’re very happy together

Between the two, the dad is the brains while Marigold is the brawn. Not that the dad is a wimp, but his wife is a dragon thing who’s like 9 feet tall, has incredibly tough skin and is ridiculously strong, not to mention she has magic capabilities. Like he just can’t compete, nor does he want to. He’s perfectly happy to be the people person and strategist of the duo

So on to their kids. Basically the idea I have is that their son has the colors of dad and more of the features of mom, and vice versa for their daughter

Mars is their eldest child, I’d say around 8-10 years older than Seres. He has a small amount of magic capabilities, but focuses his skills far more on combat and being a warrior. He’s larger than the average human, being somewhere in the 7 foot range, but his mother still sees him as short, to his embarrassment. His sister sees him as the ideal warrior, and unfortunately that means she sees basically all other warriors as short because they aren’t around 7 feet tall. He’s a very serious kind of guy, but he has moments that break that. His sister looks up to him greatly

Also he might be into dudes but that might have been Seres’ retainer/other guy. Maybe he’s bi

Anyways, on to Seres, who is the actual one of the main characters here. She’s mostly human looking (I know having the one of the family we see the most of be the most normal looking is the boring route, but I chose her so there’d be that sort of twist when we meet her brother and he’s all kinds of weird looking. And they’re full siblings), but she’s got more of her mom’s weird magic features, and is far more magically inclined than her brother

She’s somewhere in her young teens, probably 14-15, and for her that is a very…particular time. Basically the idea is that when these guys go through puberty, their magic gets all out of whack as well as it grows but isn’t quite on the same page as their body’s capabilities. For Seres and previously Mars, this means a lot of unwarranted prophecies, which can have a physical effect on them, and the occasional uncontrollable bursts of magic, and Seres has it far more severe than her brother before her. Her mother had some physical discomfort during that time period since she went from very small to very tall in a relatively short period of time, but not too much in the magical variety, and her father didn’t deal with unwarranted predictions as it skipped him. When Mars had this happen, the eventual solution was to keep him confined to their house as much as possible to limit the chances of the prophecies, and by the time he reached 18 it was pretty much over with, and so the same is being done with Seres

In my head this is why when the story starts, she’s a bit sheltered, as she’s spent the past couple years confined to her house. The story starts with her and her retainer (aka other guy) trying to sneak out, as there’s another assassination attempt on her family. I haven’t quite figured out where her parents are at this time, but I know Mars had been sent out somewhere (possibly for his own separate assassination) and isn’t there when everything goes down. One of the first parts of the story is Seres trying to look for her brother, in part to make sure he’s okay, and in part so he can protect her. He is still alive, I’m not killing him off

Oh also one last thing, this is to do with the magic stuff. Basically there are these magic stones, they’re important things you collect during the story that you need to defeat evil or something. Only the dragons can use them, which includes Seres, Mars and Marigold (which could be another reason for the assassination attempt), as well as whatever dragon people we meet later in the story. They also use them by swallowing the stones and gaining their magic power. I’m not entirely sure yet if it’s just these stones that grant them special magic power, or if other rocks give them magic abilities and this is just how they learn to wield magic. We’ll see

And uh yeah, that’s these guys. If anyone was interested in hearing all this. To be honest I might just copy and paste this once I actually design them all. Though hopefully I’ll have more stuff fleshed out by then

[paperstorm]

10 random lines

I am LATE but I was tagged by @cinnaluminum @reyesstrand and @rmd-writes

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it! Then tag 10 people.

He tastes like mint. Must’ve chewed some gum or a Tic-Tac before coming over to ask TK to dance, and TK resolutely sets that information down and doesn’t pick it up again because if he has to think about there being intention in the way this man approached him, he might have to stop kissing him. Back to the habit after kicking it (911 Lone Star)

“Dude, I was born in Manhattan,” TK defends. “Lived there my whole life until three months ago. Nobody I grew up with knows how to drive, having a car on the island makes no sense unless you’re super rich or have some kind of kink for sitting in traffic for an hour to go 10 blocks.” Life's a game of inches (911 Lone Star)

Merlin seeks Arthur’s lips for a messy kiss, tilting his hips to change the angle and pushing Arthur inside just a bit deeper, rubbing, sending resplendent waves of pleasure through him. He wants so badly – aches, really – to be everything Arthur could ever need so Arthur never has to look anywhere else. Golden Hour (Merlin)

“I couldn’t remember every kiss, not 800 years of them, but I remember that one,” Joe continues, in a dreamy voice. He is more emotional than Nicky. Quicker to anger, and indignance, and ferociously protective of those he loves. His fire burns quick and hot, and when it melts into languid moments such as this, where he’s introspective and soft-hearted, it’s Nicky who aches to protect him. Nothing But a Song (The Old Guard)

Nile surprises them with her poker skills, in the evening when Joe breaks out a pack of cards and they sit around the table with an old radio on in the background. The nights were long and boring, sometimes, when she was stationed overseas, and she took a considerable amount of money off all her commanding officers in the months she was there. It’s that baby face, one of them had complained, you never think it’s lying to you until it is. Hands Battered but Hearts Survive (The Old Guard)

They struggle to pay the bills and sometimes they run out of hot water before both of them have had a chance to shower and they have to hide their love away to keep it safe from people who would want to hurt them if they knew, but despite all that, they’re happy. It aches and it aches and it aches in Bucky’s chest to think of how much he took it for granted, how many times he should have told Steve he loved him but didn’t, how likely it is that they’ll never have that again. Bucky’s not as simple as he’s been pretending. He doesn’t believe the advertisements, the campaigns that promise they’ll be gone six months and home as heroes by Christmas. That’s what they said last time, and millions never came home. Parallel Sinking Ships (MCU)

Steve sways a little on his feet as Bucky works, and Bucky sees the crash coming. Steve must have been running on sheer adrenaline since the end of their latest mission, perhaps spurred on by grief over the people he hadn’t been able to save this time and anger at himself for his perceived failings. He’d managed to get himself to Wakanda and to Bucky on nothing but leftover fumes, and they’re very quickly running out. Through the Monsoon (MCU)

“Do you want to know the moment I hated myself the most, in all this?” Nick asks. Pieces of himself, he figures. He knows better than anyone how tough it is to be so see-through. To know that despite all his best efforts, he’s utterly transparent. Maybe he can be transparent on purpose; maybe that will make Charlie feel safer in the notion of confessing. All Of These Moving Parts (Heartstopper)

Sitting here, holding TK’s arm in his hand, he feels like he can sense TK slipping away right here in front of him, filtering through his fingers like sand. No matter how he tries, Carlos can’t seem to grasp him tight enough to keep him. And maybe that’s always been the problem. Maybe he’s never known how to do that. Collateral damage (911 Lone Star)

“If we’re playing around, if we’re having fun and you want me to be a little rough that’s fine. I love that, too. Not when you’re this upset. I can’t …” He runs out of ways to explain the way that makes him feel, to imagine being rough with TK while he’s crying and using the mix of pleasure and pain to distract himself from his grief. Of him associating Carlos with hurt in a moment like this, of him believing he doesn’t deserve to be treated gently, maybe because someone died while TK was there and in the dark recesses of his mind he thinks he should be punished for that. Silent (911 Lone Star)

I'm not sure who's done this already but I will tag @musette22 @riricitaa @bubblesandroses8 @chaotictarlos @theghostofashton and @tailoredshirt

[ventismacchiato]

*claps hands* A'IGHT BUCKLE UP Y'ALL

So, appart from what I previously established, he has rosy joints, specially the knuckles and tips of his fingers, on the back of his wrist, his pulsepoint specifically, you can see the blue and purple of his thin veins, if you focus you can trace two of them to his palms, one towards his thumb and the other towards his pinky. He has this one blueish-purple vein that pops out in both his arms that starts at his wrist joint and wraps around his arm, traveling up to the inside of his elbow joint(the part where they take the blood out from in blood tests) and hiding itself right there, you can see it a bit once more on the inside of his arms higher up, close to his armpits. Going back to his palms, on his PIP(major knuckle) joints you can see small purpleish veins. He doesn't have scars nor cuts, he's very careful with his hands, you will not find a single hair in this man's hands, knuckles or even arms, he doesn't shave it off, he just doesn't grow it, at most he has peach fuzz.

His hands are very articulate and when he moves them you get a 100% clear view of all the little parts at work, very mezmerizing to watch his flexor tendons as he moves his hands. His ulnar and median nerves are very prominent, even with his hands fully relaxed they are completely visible, you can literally pinch them, mostly his median nerve tho.

If he's laying belly down on a bed with his arms hanging off the bed but over his head, his hand veins become extremely visible and prominent, same for the one that starts at the wrist and hides at the elbow and appears back on the inside of his arm close to his armpits. It doesn't hurt him at all and it's fun to trace the veins. He paints his nails either black, purple or a deep deep blue, if he's really feeling like it, he will add small dots and spots to his nails to simulate "stars"(see his splash art, Shouki no Kami's chest mirror thing, Ei's skill and burst with the star pattern), his nails are slightly longer than his fingertips, but not enough that they collect dirt under them. Overall he's the dude with the best hands you've ever seen.

10000000000000/10 would fit them down my throat

~🤲😩💦(Liked the hand emote idea, decided to make it this cursed thing fuehehd)

GOOD GODDDDD HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO EROTIC OMG WTF HELLO ILY ANON IM IN SHOCK SOMEONE HOLD ME HELLO ??

his hands would make a great necklace holy shit i’m going to reread this later when i can process it better i’m sleep deprived rn but wow

RLLY FUELING THE HAND KINK OMG 😖😖