#Camel Pose

[joshitha007]

How to practice camel pose

Camel pose, also known as Ustrasana, is a powerful backbend in yoga that stretches and strengthens the entire front body. In this pose, practitioners kneel on the mat, arch their back, and reach their hands towards their feet or ankles. Camel pose opens the chest, shoulders, and hips while lengthening the spine. It improves posture, increases flexibility, and stimulates the nervous system. Camel pose is an invigorating posture that promotes energy, courage, and emotional release.

[unpretty]

i know you were doing it for your own reference but as another fat person who’s probably hypermobile: thank you for kneeposting! all the visual references are of skinny people!!! i feel significantly less crazy than i did yesterday!!!!!

i was desperate!! i just wanted to know if asking my doctor if my knees look kinda backwards would make me look like a hypochondriac or something, because i really couldn't tell!! and every time i ask someone irl they're like "nooo, we would have noticed" and then they look closer and they're like "okay... well i can see how it's sort of... but your thighs just sort of do that maybe?" like i was trying to do the beighton score thing but i couldn't figure out if my knees counted, which complicated things enormously because the fatness ALSO complicated the floor touching part. like. between my thighs and my titties i can only fold forward so much. there's stuff in the way. i have the same problem with certain yoga poses. sometimes i have an easier time with more complicated poses just because they don't mash my chest into my legs!! I CAN'T JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND SUCK MY TITTIES IN ON THE EXHALE.

[thepanvelite]

Celebrating Yoga Day 2024- Om Sadafuli Yoga Club Panvel

The women of Om Sadafuli Yoga Club- Panvel gather to celebrate International Yoga Day enriching their physical and mental well being as well as their social lives.

[stroopwaifey]

I’m starting to stretch again! I’m just going to follow the same stretches everyday because I learned the hard way that it improves flexibility faster than always switching it up 😅

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Part 4! The Camel Ridge Trio is here

I honestly think Peng's outfit is a bit boring compared to the others, I don't dislike it, but it's kinda hard to do much with they're body type since he's a bird demon.

(BTW, I used Erraday's (twt/insta) art of Yellow-tusk as a reference for his body type/pose because.. I literally cannot find any decent references for anthropomorphic elephant characters - at least none that fit my vision of the character)

[smuttysabina]

Born To Be A Slut

(Male Reader x Shin Yuna x Hwang Yeji, 5k words) Tags: Romantic sex, Dating an Idol, Lovey dovey stuff, Adorable cuddling, Teasing, Lesbian sex, Some cuckolding, vaginal sex- hey what was that last part?, Oh, well if EVERYONE is cucking each other isn't that just a polyamorous relationship?, Yeah so group sex, Anal sex, Deepthroating, Cum eating, Threesome, Oral sex of all kinds, forceful sex (I mean, Yeji is involved, what did you expect?), Rampant sluttery, And smatterings of mutual understanding, Oh and fat sloppy creampies.

It was a particular agony to be a personal trainer for idols. The more mundane aspects of it certainly held painful tensions, sculpting the taut, supple flesh of gorgeous girls into ever more enticing shapes would be a temptation in and of itself. But the methodology of idol training requires a rather hands-on approach, which makes the sexual pressures nigh unbearable. Normally this stress would be easily resolved by the idol in question, in fact many "trainers" were on hand for precisely such an occasion; since the ladies themselves were hardly immune to the arousing effects as well. Unfortunately for the true professionals however, they were far too expensive to be used as fuck-meat and discarded. And so they would suffer from their pent up lusts, morosely watching as others were fucked senseless by the very luscious idols they had been training mere moments before. Of course, the more kindly or salacious girls would surreptitiously assist the poor trainers, briefly allowing them to drain their tensions into them before returning to a strictly professional relationship. Which was what was supposed to have happened to you, but sadly some idols simply enjoy breaking the rules...

You really shouldn't be doing this with Yuna. But it's hard to say no to her when this nubile vixen is staring up at you with such needy eyes. She had been teasing you for months, constantly glaring at you hungrily, wordlessly demanding your attention as well as your love. Yuna had put her body through its paces for you, relentlessly showing herself off during training, moving subtly so that your hands strayed where they should not. Which is not to say that she had not been quite verbal about her interest either, her sweetly innocent voice had been encouraging you to take liberties with her the entire time. Yuna's constant attentions had locked you in a sordid spiral, unable to think of anything but being here, yet unwilling to simply leave and end your misery. The easiest thing to do would be to give in, but that would create a whole host of problems, since you knew that you would be unable to resist giving into her demands after falling the first time. Lia had noticed your predicament, and a week ago had sympathetically led you into the bathroom and sucked you to completion; willingly swallowing your painfully bloated load that had festered in your balls for ages. But now...

Yuna presses against you, hot and sweaty from her exercise, her toned body lithe and ready for more intense... exertions. You awkwardly pry the young idol off of you, you're here to help her with her workout, not engage in unwholesome activities. Yuna submits to your entreaties with a sly smile, sighing dramatically as she returns to her stretching routine. A routine that seems to have gained some rather exotic positions since you last ran through them. Yuna presents her body to you from all imaginable angles; arching her back to show off her smooth abs and perky bodice, bowing down and thrusting her tight butt into the air, spreading her legs wide and leaning down to reveal her bulging camel-toe... All the while she watches you like a hunting cat, her poses growing ever less useful and ever more erotic as she slowly whittles down your will to resist. Yuna doesn't even bother averting her gaze from the obvious bulge in her pants. She knows you want her, so what are you waiting for? Give in.

Eager to shatter the final chains of restraint, Yuna flows upright and stalks towards you; hips swaying, chest thrust out with clear seductive intent. You stumble backwards into the wall, sliding down its mirrored surface, trying to find a way to escape, but Yuna will not be denied. She joins you on the floor, crawling the last few feet and between your legs until her face is inches away from yours. Her face is flushed with arousal, her eyes begging you wordlessly for everything you have. Kiss her, caress her, grope her, please her, fuck her, fill her, fill her with your seed, fill her until she is swollen with your love, love her, loveherloveherloveher- With a snarl you savagely kiss Yuna, your tongues wrestling greedily as you pull her body against yours. She moans in ecstasy, her legs wrapping around waist as she gyrates on you, her hands already groping at your crotch. Your hands clench around her petite ass before sliding lower to grip the fabric of her leggings. Fueled by lust, you rip them open at her crotch with brutal strength, exposing her already dripping pussy to the cold air. With mirrored enthusiasm Yuna painfully wrenches your cock out of your pants, before slamming herself onto your rigid manhood with a groan of pleasure. This virile slut had been teasing you for months, ever since you started working with her, and you pay her back for every excruciating second with interest. You jackhammer her tight cunt, pounding into her crotch with such speed that the wet slaps echo noisily throughout the empty room. Yuna blubbers with joy, taking every thrust with salacious enthusiasm, loudly begging you for your hot cum... Unable to resist her encouragements any longer, with a tortured groan you empty yourself into Yuna, making her squeal as she follows suit. Her pussy milks your cock greedily, squeezing out every last drop until your shaft has been fully drained.

Yuna lets out a content purr, her legs locked tight around your waist, her hands idly rubbing up and down your back. She stares deep into your eyes, her own wet with tears of joy, and kisses you possessively, you are hers now, got it? You belong only to Yuna...

Yuna howls as she squirms beneath her lover, her lithe body writhing as she takes every last inch of him, her greedy little cunt squeezing tight around his manhood. Her eyes roll back and she spasms as his seed erupts into her, her legs locking tight around his waist so that she receives every last drop of his love. Yuna snarls as he withdraws, but is quickly mollified as he is replaced by another fan whose cock is already dripping with excitement. This one takes her from behind as she slobbers on another member that appears like magic in front of her face. Yes, fill her up! Give her more...

"Oh! Be gentle," Yuna exclaims as you slowly push inside of her pussy, "I'm still so tight baby, so go slow with me..." She simpers as your cock fills her belly, nodding shyly in encouragement while pressing one hand against your chest, the epitome of an innocent lover. Once Yuna had caught you, her continuous seduction had mellowed, well comparatively so, she still teased you endlessly, just more in private now. And now whenever her temptatious stretches filled you with lust, you simply took her in whatever position she so happened to be in; it had gotten to the point that Yuna had joked that she should wear crotchless yoga pants, since you tore hers open so often. She hadn't, of course, she knew full well that nothing was more exciting than the anticipation that led up to the act itself, and kept her puffy lower lips shrouded to fire your imagination... Yuna moans sweetly as her legs bounce on your shoulders, you are so deep inside of her that a bulge forms in her belly from where your cock is buried in her, "Please, you're stretching me out, I'm not used to taking-"

"MORE! Give me more!" Yuna screeches as twin cocks piston her gushing cunt, her pussy slobbering fluids all over the pair of them as they plow her. The pink of her insides are clearly visible as her hole fails to grip them tightly enough, the slut too busy orgasming to even consider clenching down on their dicks. It's still not enough to fully satisfy her though, and soon another meaty cock is cramming itself into her already gaping cunt. Yuna wails with pleasure as her pussy is stretched out by three pounding dicks, gleefully scrabbling at the floor as her guts get brutally rearranged...

Your member noses curiously up Yuna's soaking slit before prodding gently against her anus, causing her to squeal in protest, "Wait! I want to save that for a special occasion! I'll need time to prep too you know!" She looks back at you and pouts, her ass still raised high in the air while her chest is pressed fully against the ground in a perfect arch. Yuna smiles affectionately as you lower your ambitions and push into the now-familiar warmth of her pussy, its wet folds welcoming you inside lovingly. You had been seeing Yuna for a couple months now, meeting with her in a disused practice room to provide a thin veneer of deniability; ostensibly she was growing stiff and required some extra assistance in working out the kinks. You certainly had been helping her stretch out, though the main area you focused on was her crotch and core. For her part, Yuna remained adorably endearing, lavishing you with attention whenever possible, even if it was mostly sensual in nature; her love language was undoubtedly sex. But still, you sensed she was holding back somewhat, contrary to the rumours about her, Yuna was delightfully wholesome and submissive once you got her clothes off; she was aggressive while teasing, but once your cock was inside of her she was like putty in your hands... You shudder with pleasure as your seed pours into Yuna as you hold her perky butt tight against you, causing her to gasp with delight, "I feel so warm inside..."

Semen spews out of Yuna's gaping asshole like a fountain as her guts empty themselves in a torrent of foul liquid after getting mercilessly pummeled by a gargantuan cock. The whore wails in distress as all the creamy love her fans had filled her with gushes out of her, as she desperately tries to squeeze shut her blown out asshole. Yuna's frantic bawling eventually draws Yeji's attention, who sighs in annoyance before assigning yet more meat to pump Yuna full again. Soon the slut is once more spasming in delight as her butt gets refilled once more, her filthy cunt drooling from the stimulation of having her ass violated by countless cocks...

Several weeks later, you and Yuna had secreted yourselves once more in the unused studio, going through actual stretches for once, as Yuna had strained her leg the other day while dancing. Though things had certainly started to hint at a more intimate sort of physical therapy, when the door suddenly slams open; and in saunters Yeji. Wearing naught but a towel, and crowned with the same, Itzy's leader appears fresh out of the shower, and more than a little amused to see you, "So this is where you've been hiding then," she smiles evilly, "don't think I haven't noticed you running off all the time, Yuna." Yuna sits upright from where she had been touching her toes and rolls her eyes in exasperation, "Well yeah, where else would I go to do some physical therapy in private?" Yeji sighs and stalks closer, as Yuna scoots between you and her protectively, glaring up defiantly at her senior, and Yeji meets her gaze with ease, "Yuna, tell me the truth, is this your new lover? It's been months since I found your last one, or have you finally grown up?" Yuna's pretty face twists petulantly, "No, he's just helping me do therapy, I've been a good girl, I promise!" Yuna's posture shifts from rebellious to submissive, affecting sadness at Yeji's lack of trust in her. It seemed all for sure, but even you felt a little moved by her performance, and it seemed Yeji did as well as her lips part slightly, "Oh, you promise?" her voice suddenly reduced to a husky whisper, the tension between the two felt like a familiar one, as Yeji stands directly in front of Yuna, so engrossed in her junior that she ignores you entirely; or you are merely beneath her notice, "So have you been a good girl Yuna?" she breathes. Yuna tilts her head forward and gives Yeji her best puppy-dog eyes, her face the very definition of purity, it was hard to refuse Yuna when she looked like that. Yeji twitches. Yuna lays it on like butter, "I promise I have not been a naughty girl, Yeji..." She flutters her eyelashes, smiling sweetly up at her leader, adorably shifting slightly from side to side as she maintains constant eye contact. Yeji's face flushes, as her lips draw back revealing clenched teeth, until with a snarl of pure lust she grabs Yeji's head and shoves it into her crotch.

"You lying slut," Yeji hisses as she forces Yuna's mouth against her cunt, "you filthy little whore, you've fallen in love again, haven't you?" Yuna lets out a whine of protest, even as she gorges upon Yeji's pussy, doing her best to try and pull away but unable to match her senior's strength. Yeji's towel falls to the ground from the violence of their sex, revealing her well-toned body and perky breasts; if she had any shame at being nude in front of a male coworker while forcing her junior to eat her out, she did not show it. Instead she groans brazenly as Yuna pleasures her, that nimble tongue and soft lips you knew so well now put to good use stimulating Yeji's hairy pussy; she crouches slightly as she pushes back against Yuna's head, hand gripping her hair tightly. And as much as she seems to struggle, Yuna still satisfies Yeji skillfully enough that soon she is shuddering as she approaches climax, "Oh fuck, eat it, eat it," Yeji moans loudly, even as Yuna squeaks in distress, which only seems to excite Yeji even further until she cannot hold on even longer, "Oh fuck, Yuna!" Yeji eyes roll back and she screams as her cunt squirts all over Yuna's mouth, forcing her to gulp down her fluids even as she struggles for breath, until Yeji stops quivering and regains her composure. Exhaling slowly, she releases her grip upon Yuna and allows her to collapse onto the ground like a piece of trash, where she coughs pitifully. Finally, Yeji acknowledges your presence, glancing at you with a sneer that conveys all too well her relish in cuckolding you, "Now then, strip."

You hesitate, knowing full well that company policy protected you from the idols' sexual demands, but unsure where your protracted tryst with Yuna left you on the scale of things. Were you still a professional trainer, or were you just an intern now, to be used and abused at will? Yeji cocks her head, "I said strip, or else I'll do it for you, meat." Yuna squawks in protest at this, but Yeji just laughs mockingly, "What? I thought he wasn't your lover, so why do you care so much?" While Yuna scrambles her brain for a response, Yeji returns her attention to you and menacingly raises an eyebrow, indicating you should get on with it. She eyes your nude form with the mild disinterest of a lady whose body count was in the thousands, before shrugging slightly and lazily stalking forwards. Her slow advance halts though when Yuna scrambles in front of her, arms outstretched, still bravely defiant, "You can't have him, he is mine!" Yuna snarls fiercely, you are unable to see Yuna's expression, but it must have been serious as Yeji blinks in surprise, "No, he is fuck-meat, he exists to be drained and discarded." "No," Yuna spits, "I love him, and he is mine!" Yeji groans in irritation, "How many times... Yuna darling, if you really loved him, would you have fucked literally hundreds of fans while he was yours?" You knew obviously, but you still feel a pit open in your stomach, before Yuna replies, "Those don't count! Those were just dicks, he is different! He is special!" she turns her head and gives you a reassuring smile before returning to staring down her leader; and the knots in your belly disappear, she did love you! Yeji rolls her eyes, and glance past Yuna to give you an exasperated look, before sighing wearily, "If he really loved you Yuna, would he be hard for me right now?" Yuna sniffs haughtily, contemptuously not even bothering to check to see if it was true (it was), Yeji continue as if by rote, "So if I were to fuck him right now, he would not stay hard at all, and would not enjoy himself?" Yuna nods confidently, "Of course not! But you would be able to force him to cum anyways!" Yeji smiles wanly, "See? If he can't stop himself from breeding whatever hole is wrapped around his cock, what makes yours so special? For all you know he's been plowing Chaery and Lia as well." "What, no!" Yuna stammers, "He's been giving all of his love to me! Plus he's a professional, so he's off limits!" "And what if I made him love me, would he just be fuck-meat then?" Yeji smiles slyly. Yuna laughs at that, "There is NO way you could do that, his love belongs only to me!" Yeji merely smirks, "Well let's find out then, shall we?" she looks at you, "On the ground meat, time to get fucked..."

You shiver slightly as you lay down, nervous about the ordeal to come, but Yuna gives you several kisses for support before pulling back and giving several more for your cock; as if claiming it for herself once more. Then Yeji arrives, "Oh good, you're getting it ready for me," as she grabs your cock and points it up, before slamming Yuna's head into it. Yuna's arms flail as she chokes on your meat, but Yeji simply leans forward, applying her body weight on her juniors head to keep her occupied. Giving you a faint smile, she murmurs in your ear, "Sorry, but this is going to be rough. Her lovers rarely last this long, so I'm going to have to make this... memorable," her smile becomes genuine for a moment, "enjoy this, because I will." Yeji pats your cheek before returning her attentions to Yuna, whose face is growing steadily redder by the moment as spit pools around the base of your shaft. She eases up enough for Yuna's head to jerk up, allowing her to gulp down what air she can with your cock still occupying her mouth, before Yeji forces her down again, "Didn't I say to get him ready for me? Fuck, you suck at this," she starts to piston her junior's head up and down your cock, uncaring of the massive mess she was making as Yuna slobbers and gasps desperately for air. You meanwhile are too busy groaning with pleasure to worry much about your lover, her wet tongue and throat driving your cock wild; you even start to thrust a little in time with Yeji's rhythm. At some indeterminable point Yeji grows tired of her sport, and hauls Yuna's drooling face off of your meat before depositing her nearby. She gives you a ravenous glare, "Time to fuck..."

With languid grace Yeji orients herself above your slippery member, holding position just low enough that her coarse folds kissed your tip. She gently sways her hips, running your cockhead through her moist, hairy slit, smirking as you shudder from the stimulation; she can tell how badly you want it. Yeji licks her lips as your hips begin to unconsciously hike upwards, your body desperate to breed her, no matter the implications, "You see Yuna," Yeji purrs to the prostrate form of her junior who was only now raising herself up onto her elbows, still hacking as she recovers from having her throat used like a fleshlight, "just a little teasing and now he is mindlessly desperate for me already. And this is why men are all worthless fuck-meat." Yuna whines despondently at this, but fixes you with a stare that wordlessly conveys her confidence in you; she nods in encouragement, she knows your love will not waver even if you are balls deep inside of Yeji. Speaking of which, Yeji finally decides to put you out of your misery, and with a feral groan slowly slides your length inside of herself until her folds kiss your crotch. She pauses her for a few moments, savoring the feeling of being filled, allowing you to feel the differences between hers and Yuna's insides; then with a crooked smile she rides you. Her pace is ferocious, almost feral, fucking you as if she were an animal in heat, her sopping cunt massaging your cock ceaselessly. Unlike the smooth tightness of Yuna, Yeji's cunt was practically drooling with fluids, roughly dragging against your shaft as she bounces atop you. After several minutes of this voracious sex, you can feel your balls already pulsating needily, and no matter how hard you tried to hold on for your beloved, you knew you were going to breed Yeji. Or not. Pausing on the precipice of your climax, Yeji waits until the moment has passed, before slowly starting again, hungrily she leans forward, her dark nipples rigid, and growls, "Say you love me." You refuse, and so she continues.

What feels like hours pass by, but it must have surely been far less, as Yeji continues to pry at your determination, urging you to give in. And oh how you want to, your balls throb in agony from being denied so many times, and your brain feels melted from being edged for so long by this cruel sexual goddess. All the while Yeji smugly provides a running commentary for Yuna, who is out of your view by this point, and no doubt worried sick about you. But even the thought of your dearest Yuna could only sustain you for so long, and like the experienced slut she was, Yeji could tell without you even needing to say anything. So when she runs her hands up your sweaty chest, and clasps your cheeks, she knows exactly how you will answer before she even asks, "Do you love me?" Despairing, you moan an affirmative, feeling absolutely wretched for betraying Yuna, but unable to resist your body's demands that you impregnate the woman atop you. Yeji smirks, her body similarly coated with sweat, her breasts heaving from her protracted exertions, her legs bulging with muscles, and lets out a little laugh, "No, you don't," Before finishing you off with a furious burst of riding that has your head spinning as your balls empty themselves into Yeji's fertile cunt. Who groans with delight as her pussy is filled, her narrow eyes widening slightly as the sheer quantity of semen pouring inside of her surprises even her. She slowly grinds on you as your cock finishes leaking its load into Yeji, "Fuck," she murmurs, "That was a lot, I'm almost impressed," she turns around and calls behind her, "Yuna dear, time to clean up! Oh stop masturbating and get over here already!"

You frown up at Yeji in confusion, masturbation, what was she talking about? Yeji grins mirthlessly down at you, "What, didn't you notice? The entire time you were doing your best to hold on for her, your supposed lover was busy finger-blasting herself silly like the perverted little cuck she is. That's right, she was enjoying your suffering, she was aroused by watching you getting taken by another girl. Pitiful, isn't it?" With that Yeji smoothly unmounts you, uncaring of the slick of semen leaking from her cunt down her glistening thighs; she was about to get cleaned off anyways. Then she drags the now completely naked Yuna towards you, who blushes shyly as she approaches, stammering awkwardly in embarrassment, "Honey! You're okay! You um, held on for so long! I'm so proud of you!" she gives you a sickly sweet smile, as if trying to distract you from the fact that her legs were absolutely drenched with fluids. The look of jealousy that flashes across her face is genuine though, as she smells the stench of another girl slathering your nethers. With a determined expression, she gets to work sucking and licking the evidence of your copulation off of you; cleaning you so enthusiastically that your member improbably starts to rise to the occasion once more. But Yuna's chore is not yet finished, after all, your delicious load belongs to her, so she takes her due.

Yeji groans as Yuna devours her sloppy cunt once more, the slut's lithe tongue scooping out its creamy contents before undulating it back down its length and into her throat. Yuna's ass is raised high in the air as she works, the tempting sweep of her hips put on full display, showing exactly why she was so often taken in this position. Your interest does not go unnoticed, even as her pussy is getting emptied, Yeji beckons you closer, leaning forward slightly so that she can spread her junior's cheeks, "Ready again? Good, now fuck her ass this time," Yuna lets out a surprised noise at this pronouncement, but Yeji uses a hand to keep her on task by holding her head in place, "Oh and don't worry about lube, she likes it rough. So, are you going to fuck her or not?" You hesitate, Yuna had said that she had wanted to save anal for a special occasion, but she had not helped you while Yeji was ravishing you, and instead had been aroused by your suffering... Your tip prods at her entrance, causing Yuna to quiver slightly until you grasp her wide hips to hold her in place as you force yourself into her asshole. You push inside of her vigorously, expecting to have to press through the cramped confines of her unused rear; instead, you slam yourself inside of Yuna's guts to the hilt. A muffled squeal emanates from Yeji's crotch, as Yuna's entire body jolts in surprise, and a gush of squirt splatters against your balls. The tight hole which you had been aching to fuck for so long, was loose from overuse, stretched out from countless cocks that had been plowing it while you had patiently waited. So you jackhammer Yuna's worthless asshole, now beyond caring about her discomfort as you relentless fuck her guts, causing Yeji to coo in delight, "See I told you she was a slut, make her pay for cucking you..." And oh how you do, you treat her asshole like a cheap fleshlight, uncaring of the pain you might be causing; though judging by the sporadic sprays of squirt that hit your thighs in balls, the whore was enjoying it. And you were too, though her anus was no longer the snug hole it used to be, her coils still had enough strength to massage your shaft as it slams past them. Your balls start to clench upwards once more, your thrusts deepen and grow in force, Yeji notes this and urges you on, "Do it, claim her fucking asshole, fill this bitch's guts with your cum," groaning loudly, you comply, spurting your seed deep inside of Yuna's innards while she spasms with ecstasy from having her ass bred.

Still shuddering, you pull out of Yuna's ass, and are unsurprised when it closes immediately after you leave, sealing your semen inside of her. Panting, she looks up at Yeji for approval, her face flushed with arousal, her face smeared with Yeji's cunt juices. Yeji pats her cheek affectionately, "Fuck, you were born to be a slut, Yuna," the girl in question giggles shyly, before glancing back at you apologetically, "I'm sorry dear, I guess it wasn't love after all, I'm just a slut after all..." Yuna continues to breath heavily, and whines, "I need mooore," she pouts, "does nobody love me enough to give some?" Yeji lets out a knowing sigh, "I'm sure some of the interns are absolutely bursting with love for you Yuna, why don't you go ask them?" Yuna brightens noticeably at this, and beaming happily scampers up onto her feet and races out of the room, not even bothering to spare you a parting glance. And thus ended your relationship, if it could be called that, with Yuna. Yeji gives you a sympathetic look as the pair of you sit on the wooden floor, both uncaring of the fact that you are seated in a puddle of sexual fluids. Yeji clears her throat, "We're going to have to let you go, but don't worry, we know a few other companies with openings so you shouldn't have any troubles finding work. IVE in particular seem to be needing good physical trainers, those lazy brats," she gives you a level stare, "But first, fuck-meat, I am going to use you until I am satisfied. After all," she smiles cruelly, "I don't have to worry about being down a professional trainer any more..." Her smug boasting is cut off however as you jump up and shove your cock into her face, forcing her to clean the stinking ass-juices off of your cock as her eyes narrow dangerously. Once you are erect once more, you push her back onto the ground, where she growls huskily, "Feisty, I think I'm going to enjoy this more than I expected," Yeji smoothly assumes the position, sticking her butt up into the air and giving you a meaningful glance,

"Well pick a hole already, and don't worry, I won't let you stop until I'm satisfied. Now show me how you fuck an actual woman, and not some mincing slut..."

[rebelfell]

for your viewing pleasure┃vol. 2

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

these two losers won’t stop being in love in my drafts, so here we are with open arms and open legs.

cw: nothing too explicit yet* but lots of sensual fluff (smuff? smutty fluff? is that a thing?), smoking, nudity, allusions to sex, masturbation, poverty mention, light food play.

18+, MDNI┃1.6k

*warnings subject to expand as more parts get added

The two-week gap in your shooting schedule was already planned—had been in the books for ages.

Your crew had been working non-stop and you’d completed more than enough projects recently to warrant a little bit of a break. And the fact that the start of this break just happened to coincide with the weekend of the awards ceremony…

Well, that was just a happy accident.

You and Eddie didn’t leave your apartment for five days straight. Okay, maybe not literally. But he never went back to his place, and he spent every night with you in your bed.

You dug up some clothes for him to wear—cast offs from old boyfriends you never got around to getting rid of. They weren’t the best, but it wasn’t like he kept them on for long.

Most of the time you walked around in the nude, or nothing but your underwear. At a certain point, you seemingly decided clothing only slowed you down. But even between never-ending bouts of fucking, there were moments of stillness.

Little pockets of peace and quiet.

One morning you woke around dawn and found Eddie in the living room. He had his long limbs draped haphazardly over your shitty futon, his length laying soft against his thigh. The cigarette pursed in between his lips glowed orange as he inhaled, and the muscles in his neck flexed as he tipped his head back to blow smoke out the open window. His pale skin glowed in the faint light leaking in through the blinds, his tattoos standing out starkly black on his nude form.

He stares up at the ceiling, letting his lit Camel smolder and cherry, thin ribbons of smoke curling in the air and catching the light. So lost in thought he didn’t notice you reaching for your camera.

The sound of the shutter as you depress the release doesn’t startle him anymore. If anything, it makes the corner of his mouth twitch from trying not to smile knowing you’re there.

“Did’ya get it?” he asks, still holding his pose as you sneak in closer.

“Take another drag,” you instruct quietly, “and tip your head back like that again.”

His chest shakes with a laugh, but he obeys.

The shutter clicks and snaps again, capturing shadows under his hollowed cheeks; the arch of his spine and the slow stretch of his neck; the way his curls fall across your thrift shop throw pillows.

Serene. Arresting. Beautiful.

Floorboards creak as you creep closer, getting low to get a different angle as he stubs out his smoke. He smiles at you as he blows out the last of it and it wafts in the air, hanging there.

“Lay back,” you tell him, “and prop your head up on your arm, like—yeah, like that…”

There’s more clicking shutter sounds, more quiet direction, more instants captured forever. 

His dick starts to chub and you tell him to hold it, stepping up on the futon with him to shoot from above. He wraps his fingers around his base and starts to tug, slow and gentle. He grips the top of the frame with his other hand, the veins in both his arms standing out the tighter he squeezes.

By the time he comes, the sun has risen above the horizon and its golden rays are sparkling off the milky ropes splattered on stomach. His chest heaves with every labored breath, panting with exertion until he comes back down to earth.

A stupidly happy smile spreads across his face and he cocks his brow at you, huffing out the single word, “Waffles?” with a hearty laugh.

You live off take-out and whatever you manage to throw together from the random assortment of stuff in your cabinets and fridge; trade stories about the ‘meals’ you had to make for yourselves when you were little and came home to an empty house—cinnamon toast for you, cheese slices melted on tortilla chips in the microwave for him. He tears up when you make him a PB&J.

You take walks in your neighborhood, down to the little park at the end of your street. You sit on the bench under your favorite tree and he keeps you tucked securely under his arm at all times. 

Besides that, any attempt to leave never works out. You half-heartedly keep saying you should ‘go out’ and quote-unquote, ‘do something,’ but never manage to put the words into action.

It always ends with falling back into your sheets, stripping off all the clothes you just put on.

You lay in your bed until daylight fades into the neon orange of sunset that fades into the muted blue of early evening. Your head on his chest, his on yours, you curled into his side, him with his front pressed to your back, him laying between your legs with his head pillowed on your thighs.

It feels like a dream, or a montage in a movie you wanted to shoot again and again.

Time seems to pull and stretch like taffy, getting droopy in the middle and folding back on itself, turning over in a mesmerizing cycle. You have to remind yourself it’s not always gonna be this way, that the air will eventually cool and harden it, even though it feels like it could last forever.

At some point, he gets up to fetch ice cream from the freezer. You hold the pint in between you, taking turns taking tiny spoonfuls. He holds his spoon over your navel, letting the melted bits drip on your stomach before he laps it up with his tongue. It makes you hum in pleasure, makes your belly quiver as his lips hover over it. He lets more dribble on your sternum, in between your breasts, chasing the little rivers of it with his lips and sucking it off your skin’s surface.

He keeps doing it until he gets you squirming, snatching the spoon out of his hand and putting it on the bedside table with the ice cream. And then it’s sticky sweet kissing, tongues probing to taste the remnants of cream and sugar clinging to the insides of your mouths as you devour him.

“Wait…what day is it?” you ask, hours later through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss. Laying beside him in the bed, end to end so your feet are propped up on your pillow next to his face.

“Hmm?” Eddie drawls, halfway half-asleep as he turns his head to kiss your ankle bone.

“What day is it?” you ask again, still hazy and dazed. “Is…is today Friday?”

“I, uh…I don’t know,” he chuckles. “I lost track.”

Every day is you-day to him now.

You try to sound perturbed when you sit up, but it’s difficult when that dopey, sleepy grin of his stretches across his face. The words just come out all soupy and diluted with fondness.

“Well, I can’t imagine this is what you planned for your time off,” you giggle, nudging at his temple with your big toe. Eddie just shrugs and lightly runs his fingertips up and down your calf.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” he murmurs, now kissing the arch of your foot.

You pull your legs back and curl them under you as you sit up further, going to smack him lightly on the chest only to end up rubbing your palm across his pecs in a circle over his heart.

“C’mon, Ed, seriously,” you pleaded. “You really didn’t have anything planned?”

And he doesn’t say what he wants to, which is that he’d been dreading this break since you told him about it. That he knew he’d just be counting the days until he got to see you again; that he likely would have spent every day of it coming up with lame excuses to call you or come by.

“Honestly, nothing,” he tells you, letting his head roll side to side, still settled deep in the pillow.

You nod back, staring down at your hand on his chest, seemingly satisfied with his answer until you inhale softly, “So I’m not, like, keeping you from anything…am I?”

Even in the dark, he can see the worry that ghosts across your face. The brief flash of doubt that creeps in slowly like the moonlight bleeding through the crack under your door. It’s a thought you haven’t been able to voice yet, but has been lurking in the depths, gathering strength.

One you’ve been ignoring in the name of letting yourself be selfish in the way you never get to. 

Automatically, Eddie sits up and scoots as close to you as he can get. He puts his hand on your cheek and kisses your forehead for a long, long moment. You can smell your body wash on him, your conditioner in his curls. Familiar, yet different when it’s layered on top of his natural musk. 

It’s like part of you is living in his skin and curls. Like he’s been infused with you. 

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” he assures you, solid and unyielding. “Really, the only thing I thought I might do was…”

He trails off and your eyes flit up to meet his gaze. He chews on the words thoughtfully, the gears in his head turning so hard that you swear you can hear them out loud. Your heart swells as you reach out to stroke his necklace, rubbing the guitar pick that hangs over his own.

“Yeah?” you coax him gently.

Eddie exhales in a quiet chuckle. He takes your hand in his and lets his lips brush along the back of your knuckles before entwining your fingers.

“I thought I might go visit Wayne.”

so for everyone who didn’t ask, I think I’m going to update this post as I go and then reblog it as I add future parts rather than how I did the first installment. we’ll see how that goes 😅

thank you for reading! love you, mean it 🎥

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Man Gross by Penelope Scott is such a Life Series Shiny Duo Song, specifically from a Gem point of view.

Analysis under the cut, warning this song has a lot of cursing:

“It was so easy with you, so salty and gross

Made me feel clean by comparison”

Gem in Secret Life telling Pearl she’s scared of her when she’s red. Her saying Pearl and Scar’s 2v1 was gross. To Gem, Pearl makes Gem look good next to her.

“I'm never gonna feel good again

I've played this game all the way to the end

Look at this stupid little song for you

You're pretty good at this game, too”

Objectively Gem knows Pearl is good at the Life games. She’s won one after all. And she knows she’ll be good at it too, it’s why there’s such a target on her. But both times she has failed to anticipate that Pearl is better than her at playing the game. Not at fighting or killing, but at the game. Because unlike Gem, Pearl isn’t playing offensively, she isn’t challenging people to 1v1s, she isn’t jumping into fights. And that’s frustrating.

“I wish I didn't miss you

Or that I liked you at all

I wish I had the guts to fuck my own life up

I wish I had your set of balls”

Gem is only egging Pearl on because she misses her. She misses that brief moment of connection in Secret Life. She also knows that she’s a target and that makes her allies targets too. It’s why she literally wore one in WL.

“But I'm a chemical compound

I'm just the ring you take off

I'm just the next little girl you fake it with

Before you go, make it work with the one that you love”

Gem was, in her eyes, discarded by Pearl in SL. Sure, they didn’t have a formal alliance, but Pearl and Gem and the Scotts had a friendship. Gem and Pearl had the murder camel. Gem calls Pearl over to her side and Pearl does the same, neither willing to budge. Pearl attacks Gem and says she doesn’t know why she’s doing it. And Pearl makes Scar a Mounder, takes his side, lands a blow on Gem to solidify it. She chooses her team over Gem.

“I wish I never met you

Or that I wanted you still”

Gem doesn’t want to be Pearl’s ally in Wild Life, she makes that clear. She taunts her and threatens her and tells Scott to keep her in line. At every chance that Pearl reaches out, Gem slaps her hand down. But she still remembers their red life spree in Secret Life. She tells Pearl they can be friends when they’re both red. She’s grasping at memories of a dynamic they no longer have.

“I wish I had the guts to fuck my own life up

I wish you'd just come over and kill me”

This one is quite literal. Gem in Wild Life told Pearl she wanted a 1v1 over and over. She doesn’t care if Pearl wins. In fact, she knows Pearl might. She just wants what she believes is a fair fight. She literally stands still and lets Pearl try to kill her in the final session.

“And I don't even resent that

Do you get that I don't even object

I don't mind what you meant

But then how dare you express

Whatever brand of respect this is

When I made sure that we both know I'm a mess”

Pearl may see the fact that she doesn’t do 1v1s as a sign of respect. She’s intimidated by Gem, that’s why she wants to catch her in traps or kill her in a group. But to Gem it’s frustrating. It’s cheap. Pearl is good at PvP, Gem keeps repeating that when they fight on other servers it tends to be 50/50 who wins. Whatever kind of respect Pearl is showing, Gem doesn’t want it.

“I hate it most when they're kind

When they have meaningful lives

And I'm the awful one standing next to them

It was an earnest suggestion, a real connection

Every part of me poses a threat to them”

Pearl does reach out to Gem over and over in Wild Life. Gem knows she’s being unreasonable, that she’s causing drama on purpose. She literally says to Pearl that’s she’s not even that mad about the 2v1, she just wants to make drama (which I think is her trying to look more unaffected than she is). She knows it doesn’t make her look good. That losing that moral high ground means losing her whole argument against Pearl. But she also can’t lose her emotional high ground. It doesn’t make her look good to keep rejecting someone who approaches with open arms. But it does make her look like she’s in control.

“And if you're mean, then they'll laugh

Like they don't understand

If you got it, you would fucking go home, well

Say that you want me still, say I'm just mentally ill

Or I'm just a bitch, but, you'll never know”

This bit makes me think of the RoboPearl conversation. Gem and Joel were literally mocking Pearl to her face and treating her like a dog to be ordered around and Pearl just sat there and beep booped pathetically. It wasn’t until that moment that Gem told Pearl that when they were both red they could have fun again. She needed Pearl beneath her to make the offer.

“But I'm a chemical compound

You're just the gun in my mouth

If you'd stop romanticizing who I am at parties

You'd find your way out”

If Pearl stopped thinking about Gem as the Gem from Secret Life, she wouldn’t keep coming back in Wild Life. If she could see Gem for who Gem is at the moment, someone who doesn’t want her, then she would walk away. But if there’s anything know from Double Life, it’s that Pearl doesn’t give up on her friends that easily.

“I wish I weren't a liar

I wish that I could be kind”

Gem isn’t kind in Secret Life. No one is, but she has a reputation. She’s responsible for most of the server dying because of her Boogey task. It’s why she spends so much of Wild Life trying to make friends. She needs to prove that she can be kind.

“I wish that I could trust you

That things would turn out fine”

And how can Gem trust Pearl again? She thought they had a bond in Secret Life, she thought that being friends was enough. So instead, she pushes her away and tells her to go back to her allies. She won’t be hurt like that again.

“But I'm a chemical compound

I'm just a flash in your hand

And if you don't wanna play, just say so

And you'll never ever see me again”

If Pearl didn’t keep approaching Gem, they probably would have barely talked in Wild Life. She stuck to her little island with Joel and made friends with everyone but the Gs.

[piracytheorist]

This exchange is so incredibly funny, cause my man, do you expect Bond to understand that you're only "pretending" to care for him? I know Bond is smart, but is he that smart to understand the concept of *checks notes* faking your emotions in order to blend in and not arouse suspicions that you're a spy working against the country's government???

Like Twilight is here supporting and praising Bond for his bravery and kindness and reminding him that he's loved and Bond, having very simple ways of processing emotions as he does, takes that as a "my human loves me!" and reciprocates what he gets from him. And Twilight is trying to go all IT'S FOR THE MISSION at him as if he'll understand.

And he's like "Don't get the wrong idea" like my man what if he does. What if he actually thinks that you love him. How is it gonna derail the mission. What danger is it gonna pose. What problems will arise from that.

Just saying, maybe the problem will be that after Anya and Yor openly caring for you, feeling love from such an innocent creature will be the straw to break the camel's back and you won't be able to lie to yourself anymore and hide from your emotions? Just saying.

[psikonauti]

Ilya Zomb (Russian,b.1960)

Warming Up Before Ustrasana, the Camel Pose, 2018

oil on canvas

[crplpunkklavier]

does this at you

doing yoga every day for five years has not cured my joint pain but it has turned me into a freak

[ddejavvu]

can I ask for Bradley and his s/o doing yoga and like his reaction to it? 🙃

Bradley joins you during cobra pose, and makes his way through pigeon, fish, and camel before he decides he needs a snack break. You'd tease him for giving up so early, but he's been home for longer than he's usually granted, and you like that he's getting softer. If you've been cooking heavy meals to soften out his belly, you'll never admit it.

You lean forward out of camel pose and brace your hands on the mat, back curved outwards as you assume cow position. It's refreshing to have your weight balanced out over your hands and knees now, less achy pressure on your joints despite the foam mat meant to alleviate it.

Bradley wolf whistles at the sight of your ass that he's greeted with, but when you transition from cow to cat by arching your back inwards, there's an uncharacteristic extra second of silence before he speaks.

"Y'know, that's what you look like when I-"

"Bradley!"

"What! I'm just saying." He huffs, but you hear him resume crunching the chips he'd decided on for a snack, so you resume your yoga in peace.

Said peace is irreparably shattered when you fold yourself into the plow pose. You can't see Bradley because your stomach is in the way, but you feel his hands on your thighs, pressing them even further towards the ground and stretching your muscles until they burn.

"Bradley," You warn, but he keeps his hands chastely on your thighs, peering through the gap in your calves at your face.

"Relax, baby," His low voice hums, his tongue wetting his lips as his hands warm the skin that joins your ass and thighs, "I'm just keeping you in position."

[toadifylackoffantasy]

Intimate Convo - Poseset By Gitte

Another dramatic story pose set, in this case my character Finn (Pink) talking about their past to my MC Florian (Green), and having a hard time doing so. What's being told is chapters 29.1 - 29.2 of my story and those are chapters I made a giant CW post beforehand, so...Yeah.

There is a time gap in the poses - between 3 - 4 and 5 - 6, I used pictures of what was being told in my own story. 3 - 4 is Pink starting to tell it, while 5 - 6 is pink being totally broken after telling it.

Download PoseLIST SFS/ Mediafire

Download Non-poselist SFS/ Mediafire

(Non-Poselist is a big file because it includes all the crisp PNG images shown below)

Pictures & codes Below the cut

Some small details were edited once more after taking the pictures. Mainly the hands.

a_Intimateconvo1: Pink - leans against green on the couch, staring ahead, knees raised a_Intimateconvo2: Green - sits on their knees on the couch as pink comes sit next to them, gently holds pink

a_Intimateconvo3: Pink - Tells something to green, looks at them a_Intimateconvo4: Green - Looks at pink

a_Intimateconvo5: Pink - Tightly holds onto green, crumbled up like a baby, crying a_Intimateconvo6: Green - Gently holds pink trying to wipe of their tears; stares ahead, shocked by what they were told

a_Intimateconvo7: Pink - Still crying, sitting up a bit more a_Intimateconvo8: Green - Kisses pink on the forehead

a_Intimateconvo9: Pink - After being proposed to do something "fun", like watching a cute movie or something, pink starts kissing green's neck because that's also fun ;) a_Intimateconvo10: Green - Surprised at pink starting to kiss them, but doesn't matter, as long as they're happy.

These poses were VERY hard to make - they kept looking funky due to the intimate positions, clipping with themselves, the other sim or the couch - they went through 5 rounds of blender.

As usual, the use of alt and omsp might be necessary.

Because it's the couch my sims had, the poses are made with the "Expensive Camel Back" couch (BG). This couch isn't particularly versatile, but none of the poses lean on the back or side in a particular way so they should work with most Couches

I also used @aroundthesims' Seat height Deco cushion

If there are any issues, please tell me.

[skydigiblogs]

I'm Mad About Appmon in the TCG

And not for the reasons you might think.

A rant about Digimon Card Game art under the cut. It's long, and I brought visuals.

When BT-21 was announced, I, like many other Appmon fans, ate so fucking good at the news that we would finally be getting a scrap of recognition after so long. Inclusion of Haru in the Anime PB Set already had many of us excited, and we were very excited to see what would come of things once BT-21 was shown with Globemon on the packaging.

With spoiler season almost over for BT-21, however, I want to vent a frustration that's only been getting worse with every card spoiler for this set. Specifically, the Appmon ones.

That's to say, why the fuck does all the Appmon art feel so phoned in?

To no surprise for anyone who knows us well, this was prompted finally by the straw that broke the camel's back. Today, if you weren't paying attention, Satellamon BT21-074 was announced, and... well...

You might notice that the artwork is just a 1:1 pose redraw of the reference art, which is also what the 3D cut-in from the Anime references. And I'm kind of frustrated by that, because it shows a lack of creativity that I haven't really seen this consistently in the Digimon Card Game.

(A friend of ours who also likes Satellamon also pointed out that Nakano Haito miscolored the buttons on Satellamon's scarf here, which. Woof.)

In the above image, I decided to also show the other chip that many folks might not know about for Satellamon, as well as--- and this was a surprise to plenty of people I know at my local gaming store--- a card from the Applimon card game.

The reason I include the second one is for a topic that will become clear as we go: composition. Something I want to really hammer home through this post is just how generic a lot of the Appmon cards for the DCG feel. And while you could say that the ACG card on the right is rather generic, there's something to be said that the pose isn't just 1:1 that of the Appmon Ref Book Art.

Something similar happened with Charismon when it dropped earlier this spoiler season. Notice how the artwork once again is just a simple redraw of the Charismon Ref Book art! I find this less egregious than Satellamon at least, since the inclusion of the energy ball shows that some further research beyond looking at said art was done!

But again, it's reusing the composition of previously existing artwork.

I also wanted to highlight a specific piece of Charismon/Globemon artwork from sasasi here. Keep that in mind when we get to Globemon.

Timemon is another Appmon whose DCG card is done by Nakano Haito, and yet again we have a rather frustrating piece of art. Unlike the previous showings, however, it is not a 1:1 redraw of the ref book art, which is better than nothing, I guess...

That said, I also struggle to be interested in the Timemon artwork knowing the personality of Timemon in the anime. Again, it's a lack of creativity here.

While I was trying to nail down why the Appmon artwork bothered me so much, I had started to wonder about what could have been (something that, I acknowledge, is unfair to what we do have). I find it an achingly missed opportunity that nothing was done to reference Timemon's behavior in the anime, something which I am certain even non-Appmon fans would've appreciated, especially considering he's a walking Jojo reference.

That's to say, why not reference the scene we meet Timemon, where he freezes time, drinks five cups of tea, and then beats the everlasting shit out of DoGatchmon? Why instead give us Timemon in a generic digital background?

Something I'll give Sasasi's card art for BT21's Appmon is that it at least isn't a 1:1 redraw of Appmon Ref Book artwork. However, I'm still somewhat bothered by the generic feeling of the backgrounds, which detracts from the artwork as a whole for me. This is something that usually the Digimon Card Game excels at, which is why it feels all the more disappointing to see backgrounds like this in nearly all of Gatchmon's line!

I think it would have been nice to see some more visual references to the series itself. Maybe we'll get some in an alt artwork, but considering the alt Haru artwork we saw revealed from Bandai Card Fest, it's looking unlikely.

We could've easily seen something referencing Globemon's debut episode--- one of the best episodes of the series and something that, visually, hearkens back to one of the franchise's more famous visual scenes (that being Omnimon's fight with Diaboromon in the web). Instead, we get these strange digital backgrounds that feel like they're more at home in a Cyber Sleuth themed card set (but we're not at BT22 yet!).

The disappointing part is that we also have cards for less popular Appmon that sell the design much better than most of previously-existing Appmon media!

Look at how goofy Shotmon looks next to Beelstarmon! This artwork from Yuuki also gives us a dynamic pose for Shotmon that highlights its eyes--- something I never even noticed as an Appmon fan who's watched the show a few times!

And of course, I want to highlight a few other Appmon whose card art did excite me! Gossipmon and Watchmon especially are superlative examples, as we yet again see Appmon interacting with the world around them.

In the first example, Gossipmon is interacting with Diarimon (you can tell because it's green), an Appmon that I will be surprised if we even get a card for in the future! And it's from a newcomer artist to the DCG that I'll talk about in just a sec...

Naru also shows Watchmon interacting with Clockmon, something that I'm overjoyed to see as an Appmon fan! A lot of Appmon visually reference Digimon, and calling attention to that in the card game feels like it's attempting to make the inclusion of Appmon more cohesive.

Of course, I also have to shout out Yamuretsu's fantastic color work as always. They also did the Appmon egg for this set, which is equally lively. While it's busy and I can hardly tell what's going on in the background, and the pose is very similar to the ref book art, at the very least it is more visually interesting than the unfortunate showings of Satellamon and Charismon.

Something you might be thinking is that I am unfairly critiquing these artists, but I would like to highlight a smattering of their work in this next section.

Nakano Haito has been an artist with the Digimon Card game for quite some time, and here I've chosen to highlight primarily work from the last year or so. While the backgrounds (something I greatly complained about above) are fairly generic, most of these cards show off the personality of their subjects quite well.

I'm especially a fan of the EX7 Impmon, which I think exemplifies how one could use a fairly "generic" background in an interesting way, here incorporating them as a prop that Impmon is seated on.

Sasasi's Appmon cards frustrate me perhaps the most, however, as we know they are capable of much more visually interesting pieces than the bulk of their cards for Gatchmon's line. Gatchmon, Navimon, and DoGatchmon especially have the same issue with generic backgrounds that I've railed on Nakano Haito for, which is something Sasasi usually doesn't struggle with!

I've included Zephagamon Ace here as an example of one of Sasasi's more simple backgrounds, comparable to Gaiamon in terms of artistic quality I would say.

But also, remember that artwork I said we'd talk about later?

Hey, so, this was also done by Sasasi. Can we take a moment to appreciate the expressiveness of both Globemon and Charismon here? Can we take a moment to also appreciate the quality of the colorwork? This is a gorgeous piece of artwork, and I'm surprised that Sasasi wasn't tasked with doing a pair artwork like they so regularly do for Charismon and Globemon.

Sasasi is a phenomenal artist. So why do Gatchmon, Navimon, and DoGatchmon feel so... stiff?

And of course, I want to highlight the artists whose Appmon card art I actually like!

Biru Yamaguchi is a newcomer to the DCG, and has only done Cyberdramon's line aside from Gossipmon and Scopemon. I wasn't a fan of their Monodramon art, if I can be honest, but the dynamic poses and coloring in the rest of the line look phenomenal! I'm especially glad that they were allowed to do something interesting with Gossipmon.

And yes, I can admit the Cyberdramon background is a little generic. I get the feeling that might be a WS game reference I'm not getting though, considering it looks like a literal circuitboard.

Yuuki meanwhile has a prolific portfolio in the Digimon Card Game. I especially love their colorwork, and have picked a few superlative pieces from the most recent sets. They have been with the DCG since BT1 though!

Next, another newcomer(? I think?), Naru! Their use of contrast in their colorwork is gorgeous, and pretty much all of their card art makes the personality of their subject Digimon shine! I'm glad they got to do the Palmon line for the upcoming Starter Decks.

Yamuretsu meanwhile has been with the DCG since at least BT12 as far as I can tell. Their artwork has a distinct style, and while sometimes I find it a little too messy to read, I also would rather something messy and colorful than bland and stale.

Why Does This Matter?

I'm sure some of you might've opened this post wondering why I even care that much, besides the fact I'm an Appmon fan. After all, we're finally getting Appmon recognition after so long! The DCG, after 5 long years, is finally adding Appmon!

But the thing is, for a lot of people, this will be their first interaction with Appmon.

And I gotta say, it feels frustrating that so many of the pieces do little to inspire my friends at my LGS to actually watch Appmon. There is no intrigue, no bite to many of these cards.

It also bites thanks to the fact that, usually, I am excited to collect the cards in a set, because even Digimon I don't care about always have wonderful artwork! You think I give a shit about Shamamon? NO! But by god Naru's artwork of them is pretty as all get out!

So seeing Appmon art that feels like it was phoned in just makes me sadder than it should.

The reason I highlighted the potential of all of the artists (including those I praised), is that the Appmon card art suggests to me a failure in the art direction of the set. We've seen a lot of amazing artwork from these artists, and yet nearly half the Appmon cards feel like these artists weren't given any information on the series or its characters.

It just feels like giving us expired food, on Bandai's part, while Adventure gets yet another banquet out of the cards in this set and the new starter decks alike.

-Satty

[noodlewitchery]

went back through the manga bc i missed barbara. this panelling is driving me CRAZY. same expression, same pose....

dude. how many times did leah have to endure the last words from someone she loved (forced into this position by literally the same villain no less). they only wanted the best for her... none of them wanted her to worry in their final moments..

leah's survivor guilt is obviously tremendous, but i genuinely do think if barbara had died here that would've been the straw to break the camel's back. we'd lose leah too one way or another (mentally or physically)

thinking about how she chose barbara over her own personal revenge, how it was a joint-operation to send beezlebub back to gehenna (and priest-kun lost when he was fighting him on his own too all those years ago) something something love triumphs in the end. you're right mother rosa (thinking about that rly good post someone made about love in mtefil)