#Professor K

[deanthe]

JET SET RADIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[genczilla]

[smbhax]

Jet Set Radio (PS3)

[disaster-reasonable-48]

JET SET RADIOOOOOOOOO

[zootycutieart]

I drew Mr. King's humanization, so of course I have to get Professor K's in there somehow!

He went far more Wily than I expected, but he was fun to design!

Professor K © Magicbox Humanization and artwork © ZootyCutie (that's me!)

[sansserif-words]

時間は、できる限り、自分がやりたいと感じることに使う

[rico-tyrell]

SEGA has finally announced;

NEW JET SET RADIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[lupinmoonlight]

Daddy

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You accidentally call Remus "Daddy" while he fucks you and he goes feral. (1,051 words)

Tags - daddy kink, some good girl, porn without plot, smut, rough sex, oral sex (f reader receives), d/s undertones, my grammar, not proof read.

Notes - Throwing this here and RUNNING AWAY BYE I can't believe I wrote this I'm sorry.

"You're so beautiful," Remus whispered, his voice filled with love. "I love you," he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He took his time, his lips moving tenderly against yours, savouring the softness of your mouth.

His hands began to roam your body, caressing your skin with the lightest touch, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His fingers traced the curves of your waist, moving slowly up your sides, making you sigh softly. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he placed gentle, lingering kisses. You giggled a bit, the delightful sensation of his beard tickling you.

Remus' hands continued their journey, moving down to the hem of your shirt. He looked into your eyes, seeking permission. You nodded, and with careful movements, he lifted your shirt over your head.

"You're perfect," he said softly, his eyes taking in every detail of your body. He kissed your collarbone, causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, craving the connection. His hands moved to your breasts, gently caressing and teasing, eliciting soft moans from your lips. "Remus," you gasped.

"Shh," he soothed, his lips moving lower, kissing a trail down your stomach. "I want to take my time with you."

Your breath hitched as he reached the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking under the fabric. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "May I?" he asked, seeking your permission before going further.

"Yes. Please, Remus..." you breathed.

He slid your panties down your legs, his hands lingering on your thighs, savouring the feel of your soft skin. He kissed his way back up, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with exquisite slowness.

When he finally reached your core, he took his time, his tongue and fingers working expertly to pleasure you. You moaned, your body arching off the bed as you sought more friction, grinding yourself against his mouth. Remus hummed in delight, moving his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes. His hands held your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he brought you dangerously close to the edge.

Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped. You whimpered in protest. "Remus, please," you begged desperately.

He moved back up, positioning himself between your legs. You could feel him against your lower belly, his cock hard and throbbing. "Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

"Yes," you breathed, nodding frantically.

Remus guided himself to your entrance, pausing to savour the moment. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed into you. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as he filled you completely.

"You feel so good," he murmured against your lips.

Remus began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. You whimpered, your body adjusting to him. He buried his face in your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair softly. "So perfect for me," he breathed, thrusting himself deeper. He continued to move slowly, his hips rocking gently against yours.

"Daddy..."

The word slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and you regretted it instantly.

Remus froze, pulling back slightly to look at you. "What did you call me?" he asked, his voice surprisingly controlled.

You blushed furiously, trying to look away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Say it again," Remus ordered, turning your face back towards his.

"Daddy," you whispered hesitantly.

"Fuck..." he breathed roughly. The effect was instantaneous. His eyes darkened with a feral intensity, a low growl escaping his lips as he flipped you onto your stomach, raising your hips roughly.

"You want to call me Daddy?" he growled. "Then you'll take everything Daddy gives you."

He thrust back into you with a force that made you gasp, his grip on your hips tight and unyielding. You cried out, the feeling of him both pleasurable and deliciously painful. "Remus-"

"No," he interrupted sharply. "Not Remus. Daddy."

"Daddy," you repeated through a whimper.

"Good girl," he growled, his pace relentless. Each thrust was demanding, deep, hard, his grip on your hips bruising. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned. "So tight and perfect for Daddy."

You moaned pathetically, your body arching back to meet his movements. "Daddy, please," you whimpered.

"That's it. Take all of me. Show Daddy how much you need this."

Your whimpers soon turned into cries as you neared the edge. "I'm so close."

"Such a good girl. Come for me," he growled. "Show Daddy how good he makes you feel."

His words, his pace, his depth, were enough to send you right into oblivion. Your body shuddered as you came around him, your walls tensing and relaxing with each wave of your climax.

"Ahh, fuck," Remus moaned as he felt you clench around him. "I'm going to come," he groaned. "Daddy's going to fill you up."

He held himself as deep as he could, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he spilled himself inside you. "Fuck," he breathed.

You felt a wet, sticky warmth starting to leak out of you as his cock still pulsated with the remnants of his orgasm. Remus was panting and sweaty, barely able to keep himself up. Once he gathered his strength, he slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you, utterly spent.

You lay there, your back to him, absolutely unable to look at him.

Remus chuckled softly and turned you around gently. "Look at me, love," he murmured.

You slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, but then quickly tried to hide your face in his chest, the embarrassment too much to bear. Remus laughed. "No hiding," he said, cupping your face and lifting it so your eyes met again.

He studied you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. "So...Daddy, huh?" he teased.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Remus, please," you mumbled, your voice muffled.

"Hey," he said, gently pulling your hands away from your face. "I'm not making fun of you. It just surprised me-"

"Well, it certainly didn't seem like you hated it," you retorted playfully.

Remus laughed again, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. "Quite the contrary," he admitted.

[tsp-k]

"The world has finally gotten rid of evil after it lost its hero"

just art out of context.

I wanted to do something melancholic😇

[notfernintheslighest]

gay people would rather fight each other for decades with weird philosophical arguments than admit to having feelings

side note: Batman has played chess before, and Joker has beat Ras Al Ghul at chess, but I haven’t found anything that references them playing chess together

[regainingparadise]

Relistening to TMA Season 5, I am again struck by how goddam badly Martin and Jon need couples counseling.

I love them both. I ship them very much. But oh lord they have issues

Like, these are two individuals who, under the very best of circumstances, would really need therapy both individually and together. They are both people with plentiful quantities of relational trauma from childhood that neither of them have worked through even the slightest bit.

And then you throw them into the apocalypse. And you add a metric fuck ton of guilt, helplessness, and the dynamics of being "The Antichrist and +1"?

On a surface level--Jon is in a perpetual state of information overload. Martin is in a perpetual state of "can you please just explain the basics of what's' going on in a given situation and not just say "it's complicated" or launch into a gruesome monologue"

But on a deeper level, their childhood relational traumas have left them each with opposing avoidant tendencies: Jon is unwilling to broach a difficult conversation, which leads him to hide information until he's confronted. Martin, on the other hand, has a finely honed ability to ignore information that he doesn't like until he no longer can hide from it.

Biggest example of their avoidance tendencies: Martin's Domain

Way early on, when we barely understand any of how the hellscape works, Jon mentions it, Martin shuts it down hard and deflects quickly with a bid for affection from Jon

Martin is in deliberate denial, but Jon admittedly wasn't particularly clear to start with.

"We all have a domain."

Jon means it, presumably, as "Me, You, and other 'Avatars.'" Jon is used to being grouped with those empowered by the Entities. Martin isn't. (see also: MAG185: Martin" Is that how these creatures see us now? As one of them?") But that's not what Jon says. And this is MAG167--they've only been through four domains, at least that we've seen. Jon is speaking from a place of knowledge, and assuming his listener has that same knowledge.

And when this issue comes up much later in MAG183, Martin has spent 17 episodes ignoring or forgetting that he has a domain, not letting that information in so that he has never processed it. (See also: Mag170: "Sometimes I wonder if I forget things on purpose. Easier not to think about them, I guess. Easier to just let them… slip away. They can’t hurt you if you don’t think about them.").

Martin confronts Jon on his avoidance (because while Martin may be good at ignoring things he doesn't like, he's far better at bringing up challenging topics), Jon is able to manage some A+ communication on his feelings and the genuine challenging of figuring out how to share upsetting information when he has All The Information, Martin accepts that. I just desperately want a therapist to be there and make them continue this conversation and practice ongoing good communication skills!

Though they resolve this, even though Jon has an explanation that makes sense...he was really leaving this conversation to the last minute. Would he have "[brought] it up at the crossroads" as he claims to Helen? Or would he have avoided it entirely, as she accuses, or waited till they were at the threshold, as he does with The Desolation and the Hunt, leaving Martin to confront terrifying situations without forewarning or planning or explanation.

Again, Jon kind of tried to bring up some of the potential issues with Basira and Daisy before entering the Hunt domain, but kept it Vague and Ominous ("Things aren't...good"). Martin took that vagueness as an opening to avoid engaging with potential bad news. The teensiest bit of therapy for either of them about their communication issues could have let Jon add "I know you're exited but FYI here are some specifics that you should know" and/or Martin go "I'm excited to see them but given that nothing is good right now, can you be more specific?"

Instead, Jon approaches difficult conversations by being Vague and Ominous, Martin gets snarky or passive-aggressive at the vagueness, upset or aggressively avoidant at the Ominousness, Jon closes back up like a turtle into his shell, and the conversation only comes back up when the situation has drastically escalated, leaving them both more upset.

Jon wants Martin to trust him, because explaining what he knows implicitly is an ordeal for him, and because his upbringing by his grandmother has suggested that communicating is generally unwanted and burdensome (See: MAG081 A Guest for Mr. Spider).

Martin wants to know what is going on, because he's in an awful hellscape of shifting rules about what can and cannot hurt them, completely dependent on a brand-new romantic partner for his survival and purpose, and also because his upbringing and coping mechanisms as a caretaker rely on him knowing enough to help, and his time as an archival assistant has given him some not-inconsiderable trauma about being left in the dark (See: MAG118 The Masquerade) (There's also another post in my head about how MAG118 primed Martin for both the Lonely and his development as a more confrontational character in S5)

All that to say.

Martin needs therapy to deal with the way he chooses not to absorb information he doesn't like. Jon needs therapy to understand that sometimes it's ok to bring up important topics even if the other person will be upset. They both need therapy to cope with all the guilt and helplessness around the apocalypse so they stop taking it out on each other. They need therapy together to learn how to work through their conflicting coping mechanisms.

[visenyaism]

gale managing his wizard classroom at wizard school: ah! students! just so you know i DO have an orb of potent netherese magic in my chest that used to be quite volatile. Probably best to stay on my good side and complete all of your homework, wouldn’t you think?

two wizard eighth graders in the back of the wizard classroom realizing they can make their teacher literally blow up if they fuck around enough:

[smbhax]

Jet Set Radio (PS3)

[zerotab]

you wont believe what i got into this past month

[zootycutieart]

Onto the next Ultra Rare to Common, with Professor K!

He was really interesting to reinterpret, since he's one of the few capeless and gloveless characters. I modified his labcoat into a cape, and used his purple for gloves for consistency. The bowtie was added to freshen up his design some, and the glasses design comes from the joke in the "how to draw" video, since the spirals didn't fit his new look as much.

Professor K © MagicBox Common figure variant and artwork © ZootyCutie (that's me!)

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とにかく焦ってはいけません。年の近い仲間が、それなりに場を確保して活躍できているのだからこそ焦らず、そのつながりを大切にしつつ、どーんと構えて新しい世界を切り拓いていってください。