#I still don't feel too hot

[fixfoxnox]

Trying to finish up the next chapter of Pyre like

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

LUO BINGHE CASUAL SENSHI COSPLAYER

OH, ABSOLUTELY.

(context)

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood Stellaworth Complete Set Tokuten Short Stories ☽ Ayato ver.

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD ステラワース全巻連動購入特典ショートストーリ English translation by @otomehonyaku Scans can be found here (courtesy of @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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SUMMARY | This short story provides a slice of Ayato and Yui's daily life after the events of More,Blood. Yui tells off Ayato when he asks her to prepare takoyaki for him, so he resolves to make it himself out of spite. Chaos ensues...

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Please do not reuse or repost my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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“Tch… this is harder than I thought…”

As soon as I’d spat out the words, smoke started rising from the searing hot teppan (1) in front of me.

“It’s burning…?! Shit! How’d that happen?!”

I went over to the sink, getting increasingly irritated, and turned on the tap to fill a nearby cup with water. By that point, smoke was billowing up from the steel plate. It was then, when I reached over to throw the water onto the pan, that…

“Ayato! Stop, you shouldn’t do that!”

“The fuck?!”

“S-sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re the one who told me to make it myself, right?! Right?” I threatened, looming over her. Her lip quivered while she apologised, her voice small.  

It had all started a mere ten minutes ago.

I’d just been craving takoyaki before bed. I woke up Pancake, who’d already been fast asleep, and pestered her to make it for me. However, of all the things she could’ve done, she flat-out told me I should be able to make such a simple dish myself.

Well, she ain’t wrong, I’d briefly thought—and yet her blunt statement had really pissed me off. It made me want to put her in her place. 

Then, another thought suddenly occurred to me. I wanted to prove to her that I could, in fact, make takoyaki myself.

And so, in a petty attempt at retaliation, I’d decided to actually prepare the takoyaki on my own. But to think the same person who told me to do so would still be poking her nose into my business…

“I’m sorry, I think I should make the takoyaki after all.” 

“What?!”

Pancake sounded exasperated when she reached over to take the metal skewers from my hands and stood in front of the takoyaki machine.

“The fuck’re you doin’? Then why’d you tell me to make it myself?! Besides, they’re almost done already, so…” I grumbled while Pancake narrowed her eyes at me from over her shoulder.

“...I thought you would repetitively refuse to make it yourself, so…”

“What?”

“So I’d figured you’d go to great lengths to make me do it!” she said, somehow quite angrily.

“So what, huh? I tried to make you do it but you didn’t in the end. Why’re you yappin’ like it’s not in your favour?”

“...Come on! It’s… because… I wanted you to ask me, Ayato…”

“Huh?”

“Well… I felt a bit irritated because you woke me up out of the blue, but… you know, I actually find it… kind of… cute when you come to me asking to prepare takoyaki for you, Ayato…” Pancake’s face turned bright red—all the way to her ears—when she said it.

“W-what’s… cute…? The fuck?! Are you out of your mind?” My voice almost betrayed me.

“I’m not! Come on, Ayato…! Why did you choose to actually make it yourself this time…?” Pancake mumbled, skillfully turning over the takoyaki. 

I’d thought the takoyaki had been burning, but it turned out not to be so bad after all.

What she said made me feel like I had been a bit unreasonable. I swallowed hard. 

“Uh… anyway! I’m always fine with making takoyaki for you, okay…?!”

“Ugh… I-I don’t understand you, woman!” I retorted. 

In all honesty, I just didn’t know how to deal with being thrown off-balance this way. 

The takoyaki turned out to be… so bad that they were inedible. I must’ve messed up the ingredients somehow. In the end, it seemed like there was no other way than to let Pancake make takoyaki for me from now on, no matter how much she got on my nerves.

Well, I guessed it couldn’t be helped.

Still, though… the next time she calls me cute, I’ll drain her to the last drop!

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(1) 鉄板（てっぱん）: A teppan is a steel plate, usually in the middle of a table, on which dishes are either prepared by a chef (in a teppanyaki restaurant) or by yourself (in good company!)

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[moogghost]

...so now that grandfest is over and the results were revealed am i allowed to say that some of y'all were such dicks to team present over their team choice for NO good reason ever since grandfest was revealed or am i going to get mauled for being right.

anyways congrats to the team past members who weren't assholes about their team choice and those team past members only every match against you guys made me feel like i was crawling in the trenches and it's very impressive 👍

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[cyellolemon]

What a man fr..

1st one inspired by a base and 2nd one is a redraw of the illust of the song About me (papiyon)

[sporco-filth]

Wife on Strike - Chapter 4

This is the final chapter. I really enjoyed this story and I'm kinda sad to be finishing it, but like all good things it must come to an end.

Synopsis: Tiffany's life has completely changed since she started her strike. Is it time the truth came out about her plan? And how will Felix react?

And maybe Tiffany doesn't actually want her strike to end...

It had been about three weeks since Tiffany had started her strike. The house had gone beyond pigsty: the lounge now looked like a garbage dump, the only clear spot on the couch being the spots where she and Felix liked to laze about for hours on end, playing video games or watching TV; the bedroom smelt like a boy's locker room with the odour of their intermingled sweat and dirty clothes a constant companion; the bathroom was even worse, the urinal shower floor was stained yellow with dried piss and a mildewy smell emanated from the damp bath towels that had been kicked into the corners of the room, to say nothing of the toilet which was getting perilously full and probably couldn't be flushed without flooding. Tiffany didn't really notice. By now, she had sunk so far into slobdom that her standards for grossness had begun to disappear. She had gotten so used to the miasma of fetid stenches that she had started to enjoy them. She even found herself savouring the scent when she let out a ripe fart. And speaking of that, she'd abandoned all pretences of manners. In fact, She and Felix had started to belch while saying things like 'I love you' or even just burped as a compliment in and of itself. He'd been showing her the finer points of proper burping techniques and she'd become quite the master. Felix was still the better farter; as much as she tried she never could outmatch his guts.

On the subject of guts, Tiffany thought, lying in bed and looking over at her husband as he got dressed in a dirty old tank top. The top clung tightly to his body, leaving a wedge of belly peeking out from the bottom. As he trundled out the door, she could see his shit-stained arse crack above the waistband of his too-tight briefs. I'm one to talk, she rubbed her own softening midsection. I guess it was to be expected, given the amount of junk food we've been eating and the amount of exercise we do. She chuckled. Or the lack of, I should say; running to the toilet has started to feel like trying to run a marathon.

Feeling bored, she rolled herself out of bed. She didn't bother getting dressed, wearing nothing but her underwear, which was getting tight as well. It was a Saturday, so Felix didn't have work and was slowly hunting through the cupboards for something to eat. Tiffany sat down at the table and admired him, watching his bum jiggle as he walked. Eventually, he settled on a tub of ice cream from the freezer. He went to the sink and pulled out two dirty spoons from the stack of unwashed dishes in the sink. "Wanna share?" he asked, wiping the spoons 'clean' with the hem of his tank top. Tiffany nodded and took one of the spoons. The two of them ate their sweet breakfast, moaning in satisfaction as they worked their way through the whole 2L carton. "Burp! Phew, I'm stuffed," Tiffany patted her belly. "Well, we've got to keep this girl fed," Felix shifted his chair over and rubbed the tight bulge of fat. Tiffany would have been surprised if she hadn't been admiring Felix's own gut. She pulled up his top and felt it, pressing her fingers into the soft flesh. "BELCH!" Felix burped into her face. "Ooh, thanks for that. That one was really stuck." Tiffany patted his belly fondly and then moved her hand up to his chest. "Hey, you're starting to grow a pair of tits," she giggled. "Don't worry," Felix grinned. "Yours are still bigger." He pulled her onto his lap and began to fondle her breasts. This was one change even the old Tiffany would have liked: they'd grown larger, keeping up with her belly. They enjoyed each other's body, in their sleepy, well-fed embrace, before Tiffany looked up into her husband's face. "Hey, let's lie on the couch. I wanna watch you beat that boss from DeathKiller 5000 you were stuck on last night."

Felix was lying down on the couch, his face glued to the TV screen and his thumbs moving like lightning over the controller. Tiffany lay with her head nestled between the cheeks of her husband's plump bum as she watched on. "C'mon, c'mon," Felix whispered under his breath, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in focus. He was so single-minded that he didn't notice the rumbling in his bowel, and didn't even think to warn his wife. BFFRRT! Tiffany's face was enveloped in the noxious cloud of gas that erupted from Felix's rear end. A few weeks ago, she would've been disgusted by this, but instead she savoured the moment. She no longer viewed Felix's gross habits as a sign of his lack of care, no, she now appreciated them as being a show of how comfortable he was with her, comfortable enough that he didn't feel he needed to hide the more disgusting, the more natural, parts of himself. He'd shown her that he was fine with her gross behaviours and so she felt it was only fair she returned the favour. And honestly, she had to admit it was so freeing to know she could be however she wanted around him, be a fat, lazy pig if she wished, and he would still love her. All the pressure she had felt to keep up appearances had gone: as long as Felix loved her, it didn't matter what anyone else thought. They were happy, two slobs in their pigsty.

"YEAH! LET'S FUCKING GO!" Felix yelled, throwing his fist in the air in triumph and almost knocking Tiffany off his rump. "I did it! Fuck yes!" Tiffany moved herself off him as he sat up properly and hugged her. "Who's the Deathkiller 5000 champion?" "You!" Tiffany laughed and kissed him. She could taste his bad breath and she knew he could taste hers (they had run out of toothpaste a few days ago and she hadn't brushed since. At least now she had a nice brush for when her bum needed scratching), but she didn't care. They broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Felix blushed. "Hey, Tiff," he began, looking down at the controller in his hands and fiddling the controls nervously. "I… OK this kinda seems like a dumb time to say it but I wanted to say it for a while and I guess this is as good a time as any." "Go on." He looked back at her and smiled lopsidedly. "Well, I just wanted to say I'm so glad you finally decided you didn't need to stress so much about keeping everything so clean and being so uptight and stuff. I mean, I'd been trying to make you realise it for a while, by showing I didn't care about messes, but I guess I should've communicated that better because it took a while for you to get the hint." Tiffany blinked, confused, but he continued. "But it must've worked, because now we're here, happy and relaxed. Like, we never would've had such a fun morning back then, just the two of us, all cosy, just enjoying each other's company." He noticed Tiffany's confusion and stopped. "I guess I'm not explaining myself, right, huh?" Tiffany shook her head. "No! No! It's not that it's, well…" Now it was her turn to look away nervously. "Felix, I have to admit, I haven't really been straightforward with you either." "Huh?" "See, I got annoyed by all your mess because it felt like you were just making more work for me and not caring. It was like you expected me to do all the cleaning and cooking and you never appreciated how much my work kept things in order." Felix's face fell. "So one day, I decided that I'd stop cleaning; I went on strike. I was planning to let things get messy and then wait for you to notice. I thought you'd realise and start to pitch in, do the chores, or at least apologise." "Oh, Tiffany, I-" "Wait, Felix," she placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's more. You see, the longer this went on, the messier the house got, the more I realised how much you love me whether I'm clean or a slob. And you're right: since I stopped doing chores, I became so much more relaxed and carefree. I haven't felt this close to you since our honeymoon." "What are you saying?" Tiffany smiled and pushed a strand of dirty, greasy hair out of her face. "I'm saying I think I want to live like this, forever, if that's what you want." Felix's confused face slowly morphed into one of jubilation. "Oh! Honey! You don't know how happy that makes me!" He pulled her into a hug. "I love you!" "I love you too," Tiffany said, nuzzling his cheek and breathing in his stink. "And I love being a slob." PFFRRRTT! Felix chuckled. "That's my gut saying it also loves you. Now, how about we celebrate with some pizza and Coke?" "Sure," Tiffany grinned mischievously. "Only if you're not afraid of losing to me in a burping contest!" "No way, I could beat you any day!"

[natelia-aldelliz]

I wanted to try and find my headcanon of Roach's face because for some reason my brain decided that I couldn't keep writing my fanfic if I didn't know what I wanted him to look like beneath his mask... So obviously the full picture wasn't planned. (Also I went the easy way for the background because I remembered that I wasn't getting paid anyway so why make myself suffer)

I don't know if the design is definitive, but I find him cute. I made him Welsh, because why not. He can bond with Soap over why the fuck do the English exist.

Anyway they're gossiping about someone at the pub like the little shits they are. Also I don't know if it's obvious or not, but Roach has the mask sun-tan line. Ghost does too. Speaking of Ghost, he's on the other side of the table, looking like that :

[izloveshorses]

it’s so beautiful to me that what triggers anya’s memory of her past isn’t some big national secret or something inherently tied to the politics of her family or even her social class, it’s just a simple sensory detail of sitting in a carriage on a hot day and catching sight of a boy running after them

[front-facing-pokemon]

[twilightakiishi]

my type, apparently

[serpercival]

fyi I haven't abandoned foxtrap I swear to god. Between the Hell On Earth that is my creative writing class and a Fun New Hyperfixation (new insane mash au yk how it is) I haven't been pleased with anything I've written in it for quite a while so it's been slow going. Soon hopefully! Had my midterm conference with my creative writing prof today and shook like a terrified purse dog the entire time and couldn't talk without stumbling over every single word but at least that's out of the way for another six weeks...

[problemswithbooks]

With the tentative and rough translations out, i have to say, yeah, Hori really doesn't get what he's actually writing and if he was trying to make Toga's entire deal a metaphor for queerness, he's ended up being quite offensive.

Like first off it seems he has Toga say she falls in love easily with boy and girls and...animals. Which, I always felt the bird thing as a kid could have negative connotations, but wrote it off as 'she was a little kid and this was before her desire for blood was wrapped up in her romantic feelings' type things. So having Hori reinstate that yes, she does still love animals to the point of blood drinking desire--a desire Hori coded as sexual/romantic is not a good look.

It also just makes me question if she could ever own a pet or if she'd end up killing it because she loved it to much and she needed to drink it's blood.

Also getting her perspective on the boy she attacked isn't great either. The translation is rough and basic so it could change, but I don't think there's any translation that could make the situation not read poorly.

In the rough translations she says something along the lines of "I didn't ask to drink his blood because I was afraid he'd hate me and think I was a decent monster."

I could see an alternative translation being "I asked for his blood and he called me a deviant monster, and I sucked his blood."

Again if Hori is trying to make a queer metaphor with Toga, this is a huge issue. Her attacking the boy was always a big problem, but if he didn't bring it up again I think a lot of casual readers would have forgotten it. But now it's front and center again and brings back bad connotations for Toga and a queer reading of her character.

Because again if we read her blood drinking as queerness, and Hori has already coded it in the past as lust while just last chapter confirming that Toga sees it as kissing in the very least we get two equally bad reads.

A) Due to fear of rejection Toga did not ask for consent and decided she'd just make sexual advances toward someone she had a crush regardless.

or B) She got rejected and told no, and then made the sexual advance anyway.

With a queer reading this only becomes worse because it pays into the really negative and even dangerous idea that same sex attracted people will go after anyone regardless of consent or the other persons orientation. It continues to perpetuate the idea that queer people are sexual predators, who target straight people or in the very least do not care about consent, or are unable to control themselves long enough to get it.

But even without a queer reading what Toga did is wrong. It sucks that people don't get her way of showing love, but consent is still needed regardless. You can't just do what you want to someone because you were to afraid to ask them out. You can't just do what you want with someone after they tell you no. Even if the boy had called her a monster that would not make it ok for Toga to, essentially sexually assault him (yes, kissing someone against their will is sexual assault, which is what Toga sees her blood drinking as).

And I think that's why Toga's character is really hard to get behind for some people--because at the end of the day she's literally just saying "I can't help but sexually assault people (and animals apparently)', and the solution to this is to give her exactly what she wants and apologize for not seeing how much pain she was in when she was actively trying to sexually assault people.