#So like I said I likely will be mostly posting art for a little while

[wigglebox]

Obviously this place isn’t Instagram but I wanted to let y’all know I’m gonna delete my Instagram probably later today.

TLDR: Deleting Instagram, I’m on Bluesky, here and RedNote. Explore the internet more!

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I don’t like META but I’m forced to have a personal account for my job. But I want to get rid of every Instagram I have.

Being an artist online is a daily struggle to share your work and be seen and feeling encouraged to create more. We want others to see our stuff. The art we make for ourselves we don’t always share.

This is a truth I’ve known for a while now but didn’t wholly process until Saturday that we need to explore more. We need to explore new methods and apps and websites and delivery systems.

When the TikTok blip happened for us Americans many of us were panicking because of the greater implication of our rights. But, in the lead up to said blip, I saw many people talking about how they were coding their own spaces and other apps. Bluesky is coming out with an Instagram rival and I’ve seen several alternatives to tiktok in development.

Every social media website and app, or really anything that encourages mass gatherings of people online, has a life cycle. Some end quick and some end over an extended period of time. People my age really understand this as we have been online since the Wild West of the internet age. I’ve seen every phase of Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I’ve seen the rise and fall of spaces like Gaiaonline, Xanga and MySpace.

The issue with Facebook is what I call the “META Virus” and it acts like a vampiric parasite, sucking the life out of corners of the internet to keep its zombie self alive. Instagram was one of these places. Facebook should not have lasted more than 7-8 years as most. It was an early social media website and far superior ones sprung up behind it. But it’s a zombie now.

So, at the end of the day, I’m just going to delete my accounts there.

I think it’s very important we explore. Pretend these are little worlds or galaxies and explore. I know we want to keep fandoms alive and there’s no reason to suggest they won’t on other platforms. You just have to find your people.

You can find me currently on Tumblr, obviously, and BlueSky and RedNote (xiaohongshu).

I’ve deleted many of my tiktok videos to go back to 2023 mostly and don’t plan on posting there. I want to make art videos but I don’t want to post those videos where people aren’t interested.

I will be exploring pixelfed and other apps and I have followed the developers of even more apps and websites. I’ll post about any one I join to here and Bluesky but when in doubt, I’ll always be wigglebox or wiggleboxart!

I’m also exploring making a Neocities page as a sort of landing site for me and see if I can set up a newsletter or Patreon. If I set a Patreon up the tiers will be low. Probably just one for like, $2 or something. Mostly because for us Americans it’s going to be a penny pinching way going forward.

I’m not sure yet about Patreon yet I’m still brainstorming that.

Suffice it to say, after all this rambling, we need to be internet explorers (not THAT internet explorer) much like we were in the early 2000s if you remember that time.

Thank you for reading and understanding!

[pronounrespector]

I'm not gonna be as active as I was for a little bit. I will try to post art when I can I guess

[lohstandfound]

ignore this.

learning to shut up when i dont have anything new to say to the discussions my mutuals are having about the treatment of the female characters in this show and fandom

even though ive just gone ahead and rambled in the tags a bunch of bullshit

[welcometogrouchland]

Was contemplating whether or not to rewatch the specials before watching and dreaming comes out and then I remembered that the last time I watched thanks to them and for the future was...(checks notes) 20 days ago (KEEP IN MIND I'VE ALREADY SEEN THE SPECIALS AT LEAST 4 OTHER TIMES) I think it's safe to say that. I Do Not Need To Do That

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

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Domestic + Intimate Headcanons

*Minus Caleb only because his myth and cards aren't out yet, and I don't feel confident adding him when there's so much lore and little quirks we still don't know about him. I shall make a separate post for him if this goes well.

But Hi! This is my 1st hc so please go easy on me. I believe some of the bullet points on here are canon, but I can’t help talking abt how cute this all is 🫠 I'm not the best writer and I tried so hard to be impartial, but you can probably still tell where my bias lies LOL

As always these are just my opinions!!

tags: headcanon, fluff, mostly gender neutral, but these lean towards an afab + fem!reader, 18+

***MDNI; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something nsfw despite the warnings and will be BLOCKED***

Disclaimer: I personally think all of them like praise, body worship and are humungous eaters. If the specifications aren't noted under your fav LI, it's because I didn't want this too become too redundant!

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Rafayel

SFW

• Has definitely set up a date where you do that TikTok trend painting portraits of each other

• Hates the caricature you two posed for at the amusement park

• On more than one occasion you've (jokingly) threatened to frame said caricature at his gallery to shut him up during an argument

• Is an escape artist. He has a long history of being captured/on the run. It’s no wonder he could easily untie himself from your ropes

• I don't think we talk enough about how rich this man is, but I think he'd be quite into second hand fashion. Think runway archives, vintage designer pieces, custom couture, etc.

• Always drives over the speed limit

• Will never tease you during your art lessons with him

• THE best bf to take pictures of you for your social media accounts. He’d suggest different poses while contorting himself in odd positions on the ground just to get the perfect angle

• Sings you to sleep

• Surprisingly good at doing hair. If you need help dying, braiding, or putting your hair in rollers, he'd actually do a pretty good job.

• Created an entire album on his phone of candid photos he took when you weren't looking

• Also made a scrapbook of polaroids from all your scenic dates and vacations together, most of them are of you

NSFW

• He’s a mermaid. He is the motion of the ocean. The hip movements? Stamina? Best (and prettiest) dick game goes to him, I’m sorry.

• LOUD, noisy, and talkative. Starts to ramble when he’s close

• Wax play? [in the submissive]

• Nipple play [in the submissive]

• Edging + Milking

• I think his open vulnerability makes people think he’s more sub leaning, but some of it’s for show

• Because of your bond, he’ll submit; but he’ll do it in such a way that you’re right where he wants you to effectively make the switch

• Make no mistake, he doesn’t mind subbing from time to time. He loves seeing you on top of him, using his body. He feels a sense of accomplishment being a vessel for your pleasure

• There was a tweet that explained how Raf would be a bit of a bully as a dom, but in the best way (recommended read)

• Chuckles and coos at you after each of your orgasms

• Isn’t into watersports, but gets a massive ego boost if you squ*rt

• Is sometimes overly arrogant about toys, but is also so obsessed with you, that he made you get molds of each other on the rare occasions you’re apart for too long

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Sylus

SFW

• Has asked his private chef for a one on one culinary lesson to impress you with a home cooked meal

• A patron and secret lover of the arts. Dabbles in the opera, theatre and certain musicals

• He’s*slightly* better at drawing and singing than he lets on, but loves taking the piss

• This man is so funny, but his life and profession is all too serious, making the small moments of banter more precious for the both of you

• Will also hum to lull you to sleep

• Secret polyglot

• His way of ending petty arguments with you is by throwing you over his shoulder and going to bed

• Retail therapy connoisseur

• Surprisingly handy

• He of course, only likes visiting Linkon to see you, but also likes your apartment. While it’s microscopic in his eyes, he slowly understands what small things make a home feel cozy and tries to replicate that at his

• He’s intrigued by your self care sessions and will often indulge, joining in with the sheet masks, aromatherapy, massages and waxing (he likes the heat of the wax lol). He’ll put on a brave face and deny the pain, boasting about his high tolerance

• Spoils you in general, but especially when you’re sick or on your period

• Will carry you around just cause -much like a typical cat owner who loves to randomly pick up and cuddle their cat LOL

• Would buy out a restaurant for the night and have the orchestra play a medley of some of your favourite songs you’ve discovered from his record collection

• There’s really no such thing as small gestures with him

NSFW

• Marking

• Nipple play (giving and receiving)

• Blindfolds

• Certified munch; almost loves it more than penetrative sex

• AND HE 10000% HOLDS YOUR HANDS WHILE GOING DOWN ON YOU— WHY ISNT THIS WRITTEN MORE IN FICS

• Pleasure dom. He’s not sadistic or a bully when it comes to overstimulation (unlike Raf), he’s the very definition of “will talk you through it”

• Absolutely the type to coo at the sounds and faces you make. You could not look more adorable in his eyes

• Likes watching you solo

• Your satisfaction is his priority, so he’s not intimidated by toys. That being said, he definitely owns a remote vibrator

• Phone sex. No question

• In addition to phone sex, he bought those long distance bluetooth couple’s toys that sync up with each other so it’ll react to both of your movements in real time

• In the submissive, he really loves to see you in control of your own pleasure. He’ll encourage you to use him (eg face sitting, leg humping, cowgirl, etc)

• Slight masochist; those cuffs, paddles and chains are for him 😭 he’s curious to see how far you’ll go. By the end of it all, he’ll use his evol to free himself of whatever restraint he’s under

•As far as a degradation kink, I don’t see it for him, sorry. He adores you too much to call his sweetie a “slut”, “whore”, “filthy,” and so on

• Not as rough as he appears. Really the only time he’s rougher than he realises, is when he’s biting you

• If you want it more aggressive, you’ll have to ask. Even then, he’ll be cautious not to overdo it. The last thing he wants is to hurt you

• It’s canon he loves praise. Giving and receiving

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Xavier

SFW

• Low-key likes to carry you around and his fav way is by piggyback ride (loves being physically close to you and the way you cling to him)

• Will fast all day just for Hotpot or Brazilian steakhouse

• Is much better at baking than cooking

• Leaves you Post-it note love letters in places like mirrors, cabinets, and drawers, before he leaves after spending the night

• Unintentional comedian. He's sometimes taken aback by your laughter, but it only encourages him to keep talking just to hear it again

• He honestly loves sharing things with you; food, books, (his) hoodies, etc. He just doesn’t like sharing YOU

• Would plan a scavenger hunt date

• Is always playing coy because he knows it triggers your cuteness aggression

• The pettiest of petty when he's upset or threatened (look up his affinity lvl 140 video call)

• Sometimes stricter than Zayne when it comes to your health & recovery. He hates to see you over-exerting yourself after an injury and has scolded you before about taking it easy

• Loves to get ready for bed with you at the same time. Showering together, doing skincare together, brushing teeth together; whatever you’re doing he’s either tagging along or sitting there watching you

• When he’s spending the night, he can't fall asleep without you playing with his hair and holding hands

• Learned your favourite flower and has been secretly sneaking into Jeremiah’s greenhouse planting and tending to a small bush of them to gift to you whenever

NSFW

• Thigh job

• Mating press

• Morning sex, specifically morning head (f receiving)

• While going down on you, he def seems like the type to keep going after you’ve climaxed, but he slows down his movements, giving languid kisses to your center to help ride out the wave of pleasure vs intentional overstimulation (though he isn’t against that either)

• It seems that the consensus on here is that he's the best eater of the LIs? I don't necessarily disagree; I'm just not completely sure if that title goes to him quite yet

• The most primal and rough of the LIs. Hair pulling, choking (safely), spanking, leashes

• Also likes it when you’re rough with him

[I know I said I wasn’t confident making any hcs abt Caleb yet, but I have a slight hunch he rivals Xavier for most primal]

• Goes feral when you say his name

• This man is a dom, don’t let the puppy eyes and bunny ears fool you 💀

• He's not as noisy as he is talkative, especially during foreplay

• BOSSY

• I don’t put it past him to feel like he’s in competition with vibrators. He’d rather him use one on you, but knows he’s being irrational

• While he’s not really into feet, he’d suck toes during missionary to see how you’d react

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Zayne

SFW

• Alternatively to Sylus, this man is comprised of small gestures that snowball (hehe) over time. One more meaningful than the next

• While he respects and admires your independence, he needs you to need him. He’ll never vocalise it, but he feels most useful and accomplished when you ask for his help

• Won’t let you carry any bags when you’re out shopping, not even your purse

• Like Rafayel, he also has an album on his phone with pictures of mostly you. Though he feels odd taking your picture when you’re not looking, he’s snuck in a photo or two when you were looking particularly lively mingling with the people at his work event

• Knows your go-to orders at all of your fav restaurants by heart

• Stargazing dates. When either of you are out of town for a while and are catching up on the phone before bed, he’ll tell you to go outside and look at the moon

• After a long shift at work, he’ll kneel by your side of the couch waiting for you to embrace him, hugging and nuzzling your waist

• He also secretly loves being the little spoon

• Subscribed to a delivery service that sends you flowers on your birthday every year

• There’s something about Zayne that makes me think dogs absolutely LOVE him even though he’s not particularly fond of their energetic nature

• Spoils you rotten when you’re on your period. Full princess treatment; plushie heating pads, full body massages, raspberry tea, and hand feeding you snacks. Basically Dr Zayne turns into Nurse Zayne

• He’s more lenient with your cravings, letting you have a small portion of desserts or snacks only after you’ve finished your meal

• Loves your laugh but knows his dry wit won’t always work, so he’ll just tickle you if the joke doesn’t land

• Fell in love with you after the Drunken Intimacy card. It made him realise how much he likes holding you and tending to your needs

• Doesn’t even bother lecturing you about how bad high heels are for your joints and muscles anymore. He now keeps a pair of slippers in his car just in case you start to complain

• He can never resist the urge to kiss your cheek or forehead when he sees you’re fast asleep (Canon 🥹)

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• Has a weakness for lingerie, lace and stockings

• In the submissive, he’d be just like the kitty butler in his card -the goodest of good boys

• …Feet? I’m not sure if it’s anything freaky. Kudos to whoever clocked that for sub! Zayne months prior to the kitty butler quad banner

• Soft dom, but not as gentle as his voice lets on. He’s already a bit strict with you in your relationship, and he’s the same way in bed. How is he supposed to know what feels good if you don’t vocalise it?

• The only time he’s pretty rough with you is when you provoke him. But he checks in with you to make sure he isn’t being too hard

• Once he loses his control, he gets a tiny bit greedy too (“We’re not done here. Quitting halfway isn’t something I would do” —Silent Poem Secret Times)

• His methods of brat “taming” aren’t anything over the top or domineering. Though he enjoys spanking, he thinks there are better lessons he could teach you to combat your brattiness

• Has definitely gone down on you and stopped altogether right before you climax as a form of punishment

• Shibari + Hitachi -girl run!

• Ice play

• Nipple play (giving and receiving)

• The size of your chest doesn’t really matter to him, he just really likes to hold and massage them. It’s his favourite way to keep his hands warm

• This man is so good with his hands and in more ways than one. The placement and movement of his hands in the Nightly Rendezvous card sent me into orbit. The body worship he’d do is insane

• Needless to say he’s the best at fingering

• You’re irresistible to him. He breathes you into every kiss, deepening as your bodies continue to merge. There’s no sex without passion, even the “quickies”

• Quickies usually only happen when you’ve teased or provoked him too far during (or on your way to) an event. Otherwise, he likes taking his time with you

• He knows your body like the back of his hand. He’s memorised what triggers the sounds, faces, and jolts your body makes

• Much like Xavier, he loves to hear you cry out his name

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[archangeldyke-all]

@sumilane made this gorgeous art and i wrote a little something for it! i posted it already last night as a reblog but i'm going to make it it's own post so gio can add more art to it!! eeek!!!

men and minors dni

sevika is feeling strangely vulnerable.

it could be the bottle of whiskey the two of you have been sharing this evening. it could be that silco, the one person she knew best in the world, is gone now. it could even be the brat he left behind for her to take care of who's been slowly worming her way into sevika's heart throughout the time spent fixing up her new arm and changing their looks together.

it could just be you, though. the sorta-sad, mostly resigned look in your eye as you lament your relationship woes to sevika.

"i dunno... every time i think i could have something with someone-- not even like, marriage, but y'know-- just someone to share some intimacy with-- something happens and it doesn't work. after a while i just start to think maybe it's not the circumstances that are fucked up 'n maybe it's just me."

"bullshit." sevika spits, shaking her head and quickly refilling her glass with more whiskey. she has to do something with her hands to keep from reaching across the table and shaking your shoulders as she speaks. "y-you're fine. perfect--" she cuts herself off, a furrow in her brow as she glares at her whiskey.

you snort. sevika's adorable when she's tipsy, stumbling over her words and staring into space. fuck. you need to stop rambling about your heartache to the woman you're hopelessly in love with. "i-i'm sorry for dumping this shit on you sev. 's boring and stupid and--"

"no, shut up, it's just--" sevika blinks up at you then curls in on herself in a manner that's almost... shy. she clears her throat and looks away for a moment, almost whispering. "i-i'd marry you."

you blink.

"what?"

"i'm saying you're fuckin' stupid if you think you don't have options." sevika mutters, hunching her shoulders so much she looks small.

you're heart's beating a mile a fucking minute, and you squeak when you bite your tongue to make sure you aren't dreaming. "you said you'd marry me?"

"fuckin'-- obviously only in some hypothetical world where you were into me." sevika shrugs. "but...yeah." she grunts, before reaching out and drowning the whiskey in her glass, muttering a "fuck." under her breath.

you blink a few times, tears spontaneously bubbling up in your vision and a lump forming in your throat. "i was under the impression that i didn't have a shot with you." you whisper.

sevika's eyes fly to yours, wide and shocked. "what the fuck would make you think that?!"

"j-just..." you trail off, gulping again. "you're the most interesting, attractive woman i've ever met, and i am one of about a thousand other fuckin' people in zaun who think so. a-and we've been friends for years and you never said anything..." you trail off as sevika stumbles out of her booth and over to yours, shoving in beside you and cornering you against the wall, clutching your jaw with both of her hands as she stares down at you-- bewildered.

"is this a dream?" she asks.

"i bit my tongue to check-- it's real."

"i-i was serious y'know. i'll take you down to the courthouse tomorrow morning." she says, her voice shaky and sincere.

suddenly, the full reality of the situation hits you, and you burst into laughter. "i-i've been in love with you for years." you admit through giggles. "years!"

sevika starts to giggle too. "m-me too."

"and your fucking haircut is so hot all i've wanted to do for the past two weeks is kiss yo--"

sevika cuts you off with her lips to yours, and you sigh, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

it's a drunk, sloppy kiss-- years of tension and yearning finally bubbling to the surface as sevika attempts to pin you to the booth.

you have every intention of letting her do just that when she pulls away, grinning down at you.

"you really bit your tongue, didn't you? i can taste the blood in your mouth." she asks.

you nod, clawing at her desprately as you try to get her to kiss you again. sevika grins, swooping in to do just that-- but when she pulls away the second thime with her leps stained with your blood, you gasp. "oh, shit!"

"i tried to tell you." sevika giggles.

"do i need stitches? can you give stitches to a tongue?" you ask.

"this really puts a dent in all my plans." sevika cackles. you snort, and she passes you the bottle. "drink. it'll wash the blood away."

"w-what plans?" you ask as you take a swig.

"the plans i had for your tongue."

you choke, whiskey spraying everywhere as you cackle.

sevika--covered in your spit, blood, and whiskey-- smiles so wide you think her face might crack.

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a summar(ule)y of 196 culture

since the tumblr veterans have been kind enough to introduce us newbies to their site and culture, i think it is only fair that we explain the culture of our glorious former home to any tumblr users who might be interested in the #196 tag. keep in mind, all these things are based on my perspective of the situation.

first of all, some general information (that you might’ve already heard):

196 (r/196 on reddit) was a subreddit with only one (official) rule; "post before you leave." it was mainly a meme/shitposting sub, but it cultivated a large queer and left-leaning community. in protest of the recent api chances in reddit, 196 has shut down indefinitely until reddit reverts these changes.

now for some culture/references that you might come across

spronkus kronkus:

spronkus is this yellow, rabbit-like creature.

they were the mascot of our subreddit. their appearance can vary from images to image, but as far as i’m aware, their full outfit consists of a bandanna in the colours of the trans flag around their neck, a gun labelled as such (other wise you obviously wouldn’t know what you’re looking at), and an axe also coloured like the trans flag.

r/place:

this is a rare event on reddit where the entire website gets a huge white canvas and can start creating pixel art on it. 196 participated by collaboratively creating our mascot, spronkus with "196!" written next to them.

this version of the pixel art was recreated by me as i couldn't find a nice image of it. there were some changes between the first version and the end result, so this might not be exactly how it looked in the end

post titles/"rule":

reddit forces it's users to title every post they make. as most of the posts on 196 spoke for themselves, many user instead titled their posts "rule", to indicate that they followed the subreddit's only rule. some people also tried to make puns with the word or tried to include it in words that shared some letters (example: wor(ule)d).

anarcho-stripperism:

as the amount of cropped porn jokingly posted to the subreddit increased, the moderators decided that porn would be banned from the sub, with one exception: anarcho-stripperism. she made food fucking videos, in which she jokingly tested the fuckability of different food items (fruits, pasta, etc.)

bigotry showcase:

bigotry showcase was a post flair (basically the reddit equivalent of tags) on the subreddit and was later restricted to only be used on saturdays. under this flair people posted instances of different forms of bigotry to make fun it.

eating babies/hungryposting:

at some point, the subreddit started to pretend to like eating babies, which started a variety of memes regarding the subject. even a post flair called "hungrypost" was added because of this

goblinhog:

goblinhog is the most prominent and well-known member of the 196 moderation team. besides this, on 196 he was mostly known for changing people’s flair if you enjoyed him enough about it.

flairs:

flairs are little tags that are displayed under your name in posts or comments, they are also subreddit specific. most subreddits give their users a palette of preset flairs and the option to make your own custom flair. however, in 196 you only had the option to customize your flair during special events. if you wanted to customize your flair outside of those events (which was basically the entire time), you had to ask a mod to do it for you.

punching nazis:

from time to time, the same gif of a person with a nazi armband getting punched in the face, and promptly falling to the ground, was reposted to the subreddit. this became a sort of tradition.

discourse/drama

wasp discourse:

the wasp discourse was a one to two weeks long heated discussion that generally divided the subreddit into two factions. one side said that they were justified in killing wasps if they were attacked by them, while the other claimed that since wasps are just animals, they aren't aware of what they're doing in the same way humans are, and therefore should be spared.

drama about the british:

there was a time when jokes along the lines of "ew, british" became pretty frequent on the subreddit. as a response, some user claimed that this was akin to racism and tried to get others to stop with the jokes. a debate over whether or not it was important or necessary to stop followed afterwards.

pillar discourse:

this was a debate over which type of pillar should be considered the best (ionic; doric; corinthian). i have seen the question "which pillar is the best?" being used as a sort of greeting between 196 refugees on here.

related subreddits

195:

195 was the predecessor to 196, and also was a social experiment with the same premise as 196 (one rule, post before you leave). as the creators of 195 ended the experiment, the community wanted something with the same vibe to continue posting, and thus 196 was born.

197:

197 is another part of the 196 ecosystem and is commonly understood to be the more politically right-leaning and bigoted as 196, as some people who were banned from 196 continued posting there. besides that, the subreddits were essentially the same in terms of how they functioned.

19684:

this subreddit adds a second rule which banned all mentions of sex (that’s why it’s name is a pun on 1984). some people took this as banning all discussion of sexuality, which resulted in a community that was slightly less accepting of queer people. it is currently still up and running as the 196 moderation team wants a way to stay in contact with the community.

amendments to the posts:

u/femboy_expert:

another well-known 196 user. as the name suggests they're an expert on the subject of femboys, with their flair on 196 reading "phd in feminine boys". as the subreddit was somewhat obsessed with femboys, it's no wonder that they became popular.

u/shitcum_backup:

this was the main account of a pretty popular shitposter on the subreddit. although i didn't see them as much in the last few months, i remember them sometimes having a unique speaking pattern, in which they referred to themself in the third person.

u/monko74:

this user commented "Every day I thank god for not making me a r/196 celebrity," which led to many users of the subreddit treating them like a micro celebrity. there are even a few subreddits solely dedicated to u/monko74.

691:

a sister subreddit that inverts the rule of 196, here you would be (temporarily) banned for posting. some time ago the members of this sub initiated a rebellion/revolution against the bot who performed all the bans (roomba).

u/Smart_Calendar1874:

this wasn’t necessarily part of the subreddit, but it was a pretty popular meme. and since it’s getting posted on here again, and i know enough about it, i’ll add it to the post. this user made a post to r/AskReddit titled "How would you get a small cylinder (5.1in length, ~4.5in girth) unstuck from a mini M&Ms tube filled with butter and microwaved mashed banana? [sic]" it was pretty clear that they were referring to their penis, yet they continued to claim "it’s a cylinder," in the comment section. this lead to comments like "it is imperative that the cylinder […] remains unharmed," in response to people’s advice of cutting the m&m tube.

it's going to be very interesting to see which aspects of 196 culture are going to survive the tumblr migration, and which aspects won't be applicable on this site.

i'm obviously not the ultimate scholar on 196 lore. if i’ve missed or left out anything, or said something wrong, please comment it.

[blueinsomnia]

Ekko and Jinx's History: A Simple Comment

So I read something the other day talking about how fans are making Ekko and Jinx's relationship romantic and not all male and female characters HAVE to be romantically involved. I agree with this. I'll go so far as to say that this is true for any character of any gender. In my own writing (with my original characters) I rarely have romantic undertones. Mostly just friends being friends. While I get the allure of the romantic chase, of most people we deal with in life we aren't connecting to them romantically. Friends are friends.

That said, this is not the case with Ekko and Jinx. From Ekko's release in 2015 there has always been some romantic undertones with Jinx. Riot has always been a bit mysterious about what his relationship is with Jinx. Ekko even has a line in the game where he says:

The foundation had been laid long before Arcane was released in 2021.

Between 2015 and 2021 (when Arcane was released), a lot of official art and such dropped hints about SOMETHING going on between them. Much like Jinx being Vi's sister. You have to remember that this was originally a secret. It was Ghostcrawler who finally confirmed fan theories, even though he tried to walk it back later. Oops! Ha, ha!

(An image from 2015)

To add to the mystery, on both of their official pages, Ekko is listed as connected to Jinx and Jinx is listed as connected to Ekko. However, at no point does Riot explain how they're connected. Their stories don't mention the other at all. So this means that some things were planned, but they weren't ready to reveal. I'm still of a mind that they were waiting to use Arcane as a vehicle to get into Jinx's history and how that intersected with Ekko and Vi. Before Arcane, we knew very little about Jinx and how she ends up the way she does.

Then, before Arcane came out we got this little nugget in Legends of Runeterra:

Remember, this is 100% from Riot themselves. Not the fans. Riot laid the seeds down and it was the fans who picked up on it and ran. I doubt anyone would have ever thought there was something between Ekko and Jinx without Riot dropping hints. By the time we got to Arcane Season 1, the train was already in motion.

Let's not even forget the insane number of Jinx references in the True Damage video they released in 2020. Generally it wasn't odd to see Ekko and there would be some sort of Jinx reference somewhere. That wasn't true for Jinx until recently.

After Arcane, Riot themselves has been dropping hints like crazy. Jinx has been putting Ekko's hourglass symbol on stuff. League Brazil did a huge Twitter AMA with Star Guardian Ekko and Jinx. Jinx goes to the Grammys with Ekko.

Another official Ekko and Jinx moment. Check out her shirt!

And let's not forget this one for the Billboard Music Awards:

They went to the event together!

So...while I see people saying that the fans were to blame for Jinx and Ekko being romantically involved, it should be pointed out that this is all Riot's doing. The best part is that the fans have been largely receptive to their efforts in promoting the couple. Riot has waited a long time to be able to say what they want to say about them.

And if there is any doubt about where they're going with them as a couple, let's just remember this cover for the art book for Arcane:

Another official piece done by Riot and Fortiche themselves.

Sorry for the long post, but I thought it was important to point out that it's not the fans who set this up. It'll be interesting to see where this all goes, but based on their track record so far, it should be clear where the end game is headed.

Thanks for reading!

[a2zillustration]

Farewell

Not "farewell," but "see you later."

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[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

...Time to blather on under the cut. I've got thank yous, some notes about potential future comics, and if you scroll to the end of the post, I've decided to compile Croissant Adventures into a physical book. It's mostly for me, so I can hold all TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE of these strips in my hands, as a brick, but if you'd like to own a copy as well, I'll have a link to the preorders down below. If this is where you're going to stop reading, I'll extend a quick heartfelt thanks to you for joining me on this adventure!

Thank you, reader.

This is undeniably the largest project I've ever tackled in my art career; it was never supposed to be this big, and I expected maybe a handful of people to read it, at most. Instead, it became this massive project that I've been working on for ten months straight, and in the end these characters meant so much to me. I'm incredibly grateful for everyone who's bothered to read my little comic strips, whether it was just one or two, or if you've been here since the beginning, following Croissant's adventure from the minute they plummeted off the nautiloid. Thank you so much for being here and supporting this project. Thank you to everyone who left kind words and comments, sent me asks about Croissant, liked or reblogged these posts, or just read these and enjoyed them! While I was determined to finish this project no matter what happened, you certainly made it all the more fun and kept me excited to tell you the next part of Croissant's story.

Thank you, Larian.

If by some chance someone at Larian ever happens to see these, I also want to give an immense thank you to everyone who was a part of making this game. I don't play that many games these days, but BG3 rocketed to the top of my all-time favorite games almost immediately. (It was also the game that made me feel the most out of anything I've ever played; I got legitimately depressed for a few days during my run don't worry I'm fine now we're all good haha). You can tell there was so much work, and so much love involved in this game's development, and I'm so happy the studio has been rewarded with multiple awards in recognition of that dedication to making a fantastic game. Thank you again for sharing this story with us, and I can't wait to see what the studio does in the future.

Is this goodbye?

I'm hoping this is less of a "goodbye," and more of a "see you later." I'll probably take a bit of a break, since I've put off other projects for months, and art fight is happening, but I have many more things I'd like to add to Croissant's story! I have yet to play the epilogue, and I intend to illustrate parts of that depending on what happens. I also have a handful of comics for post-game Breadweave, in addition to some scenes I thought would've happened in-game but weren't canon so I left them out of the original story. (If I haven't gotten to these in a few months and you find yourself wondering about Croissant again, my ask box is always open, feel free to give me a good kick to get me back into their story, lol).

...A book?

I said I never intended this project to be so large, and I meant it. But now that I'm sitting here with two hundred and five Baldur's Gate 3 Tav comics, I really wanted to compile them into a physical book for me to hold. This is mostly for me, but if you'd also like one, I'll have a preorder available in my shop until the end of July.

✨✨✨ Croissant Adventures Preorder ✨✨✨

If you made it to the end of this post, I can only thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. I hope Croissant's story brought you joy, and if you're able to play BG3, I hope that you're having just as much fun in your own tavs' stories.

[zyk1ng]

I was gonna make this post way way earlier but I forgot lol but Uhm

I have played through the splatoon 2 story fully and am replaying it (for a future post bc a lot of the dialogue is rlly funny) and honestly while I absolutely loved it it makes me even sadder that splat 2’s story mode was kinda tossed aside (for valid reasons ofc) because it’s so Cool.

Excluding the gameplay, I think they did marie so well, because she sells the desperation of someone who’s got nobody she knows by her side. While she of course keeps the sassy attitude of sneak dissing her best friends (agent 3) and also telekinetically telling you to fuck off if you talk to her too much it’s very clear she genuinely cares so much about agent 4 and is so grateful they’re doing what they do.

these are only two screenshots of 8(?) of Marie randomly being really sentimental to 4 because this stranger chose to help her in her time of need rather than just ignore this GROWN WOMAN hanging out on a sewer drain

It’s like heavily emphasized multiple times that Marie could not be more grateful for 4’s help in retrieving not just the zapfish but also her cousin.

But then revealing that 4 knew about Callie the WHOLE TIME (I have a lot to say about this part but it’s mostly hc so) which is so KIND OF THEM???? this random woman recruits them into a secret military agency and hides the fact she rlly misses her cousin but they help anyway bc they WANT TO. (They didn’t even know either of them were famous btw) Marie shows a lot of gratitude toward 4 ESPECIALLY after the big reveal.

(You could make arguments for 3 being similar bc an old kook made them do it but this isn’t about them..)

And it’s not just being grateful for the one time, she genuinely enjoys 4’s company and wants to be better friends with them and chat after the zapfish and Callie are saved 😭😭😭

It’s so cute too, because 100%ing the game and even just being a little nosy is something that Marie picks up on, and remembers way later in the game. (More abt this later)

god I love this socially inept squid woman and her adopted child soldier that likes finding pieces of paper

Speaking of said soldier! I think the way they characterized 4 via the actual gameplay rather than art/statements/whatever is so cool

4 doesn’t have many illustrations besides the chaos splatfest and that one group photo where they’re being funky in the corner (and the apartment) but I feel like the reason for that is the fact that a lot of Marie’s dialogue as well as how splatoon 2’s hero mode is structured/designed speaks a lot about how they wanted to represent 4.

From a realistic standpoint, of course splatoon 2’s story mode has to be more creative both prompt wise and secret wise. But it feels like the reason its that way is because both 4 and Marie are separate types of people from Craig and 3.

The bosses help a lot with this too, being more gimmicky and weird (subtracting stamp.) Octo shower and samurai being bosses where you have to either react well or change your positioning to effectively beat them. (Octo shower is my fave btw I loved fighting it the first time)

The level design also shines in this aspect because if I’m honest I remember none of the splat 1 levels significantly besides the few octoling ones. Splatoon 2’s levels are very detailed (and also insanely pretty) and have some rlly fun puzzles in a handful of them and even the more fast ones are a blast to play through

And then all the little extras (sardiniums and scrolls alike) are hidden so well and you usually have to go out of your way to find them and even the secrets that aren’t either of those things have substance

Small note, a lot of extras are also made so that it flows well with the levels design (like the first dualie request mission) which is also extremely fucking cool.

the way marie touches on those little discoveries is so smart too because it (as I said before) characterizes 4 as someone who loves to look for things even if it’s on a whim especially since the sunken scrolls in the game are so much harder to find than in splat1.

And the fact that unlike splat 1, you can (technically) 800% the game by playing EVERY SINGLE LEVEL WITH EVER SINGLE WEAPON TYPE. to me it feels like it deepens the fact that 4 likes to be really thorough. marie goes “you have a problem.” When you break like two hidden egg crates in this one level and it’s so great.

I love what they’ve done with 4, whether it was intentional or I’m over-analytical.

Nothing gets past them, looking in every nook and cranny whether or not there’s secrets to be found. They’re too nosy and thorough and they like to be around marie after completing missions, they don’t know who the squid sisters are, hate balloons, may or may not be ok, have impulsive secret finding, partake in many extracurriculars, can be needy at times, go with the flow and they apparently smell better than agent 3.

Agent four, of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

[lurkingshan]

Spare Me Your Mercy, Love in the Big City, and the Trap of Pursuing Mainstream Popularity for Queer Art

I read this excellent post by @waitmyturtles yesterday tackling the frustrating failures of Spare Me Your Mercy, a show that was one of my most anticipated of the year, but that ended up so lost in its own confusing blend of sauces that I didn't even finish it. I appreciated her clarity that despite the show receiving strong ratings and finding popularity with the mainstream domestic audience, that doesn't actually make it a success as a piece of narrative storytelling. And if anything, its popularity underlines why it was a failure as a queer narrative, in particular.

Because here's the thing about great queer art—it's almost never popular with mainstream audiences, especially in socially conservative countries. High quality, well-executed, honest and authentic queer art is more likely to be protested than celebrated in places where real queer people are not safe to live free lives. For an illustration of this, look no further than another highly anticipated queer drama of this year in Love in the Big City. Easily the queerest show to ever get made and aired on Korean television, it drew major protests before it even started, forcing the production to release it quickly in one go to ensure it would reach audiences. And why were those conservative groups so afraid of this little old drama? Because even just in its trailer and promotional materials, it was clear this was no sanitized, G-rated drama created to make gay people seem more palatable to the masses (unlike the film version with the same name, which not coincidentally has been much more warmly received by the Korean media establishment). This show was real, and raw, and QUEER in a way that terrified those bigots, because they know one of the most important ways the oppressed can advocate for themselves is by demonstrating their humanity through art. 

Which brings me back to turtles’ post, and the importance of separating the concerns of art and commerce when discussing the different ways media can succeed. This is something I had some good dialogue about with @biochemjess @pharawee @clairedaring @flowerbeasblog and turtles (and even more of you in the tags) when I was still watching and posting about Spare Me Your Mercy. I originally posted to unpack why the show was flopping narratively, which turned into a discussion of the fact that it was getting good ratings from the domestic audience despite this. And while I appreciated understanding how the show is landing with its priority audience, for me, it’s very important to keep a distinction between these two different kinds of success. Especially in discussions of queer art, and especially for a show whose creators explicitly said they were intentionally downplaying the queer romance part of the queer romance ( @benkaben) to avoid “distracting” from their other messaging goals. 

The important thing to keep in mind is that for queer stories, when they are popular with a mainstream audience it’s often because they are stripping any authenticity from the representation of queer people. Turtles addressed this well in her review of 2gether when she posited that part of the reason it was such a phenomenon in conservative Asian countries (aside from the timing of its release in the early days of the global pandemic), was because its presentation of queerness was mostly unrecognizable to real queer people, stripped of any true notion of queer sexuality or the realities of homophobia. Compare the reception of The Miracle of Teddy Bear—a show that absolutely refused to make its central queer character palatable for a mainstream audience, because the fact that he wasn’t palatable was the point—to that of Spare Me Your Mercy, a show whose creators chose to censor their own story. The ugly truth is that when we’re talking about queer dramas, the best and most vital shows are pretty much anathema to mainstream ratings success.

The impulse to pursue mainstream popularity and commercial success for queer art inevitably leads to watering down queer stories ( @twig-tea) to make them more light, comfortable and familiar to a majority heterosexual and socially conservative audience. And yes, of course, some degree of commercial success is necessary for queer art to get made in the first place. This is how the Thai BL market took off, by recognizing that there was an audience beyond queer people who were open to watching stories about boys falling in love, as long as it didn’t get too real. But there is a careful line to walk here, and it’s so important not to confuse popularity with artistic merit. Queer people won’t win liberation by self-censoring queer media to make it more palatable for mainstream audiences. We win when we make queer art so good and so honest that the mainstream is forced to acknowledge it. We win by challenging the mainstream perspective on queer people and how they should behave, not by catering to it. As @bengiyo said in a completely different discourse, the question is not whether the audience can love queer characters whose actual queerness is suppressed for their comfort. That kind of respectability politics is old hat and it never fucking gets us anywhere. The real question he posed is this: “Do you love us when we’re ugly, when we’re sick, when we’re old, when we’re being mean or catty?”

Which is why a show like Love in the Big City ultimately won by being so excellent, and so true, and so undeniable, that it broke through with audiences around the world and achieved some measure of recognition in spite of how very unpalatable it was to its domestic audience. Unlike Spare Me Your Mercy, this show did not get amazing domestic ratings, but its message was heard far beyond those who watched it on Korean television. And that is the point. Making authentic art that advances the struggle of queer people and making nominally queer art that can achieve mainstream popularity are completely different pursuits, and we must keep that in mind when we discuss whether and how these shows succeeded or failed. And while both must exist in a healthy media ecosystem, one will always be more vital for the survival of queer people than the other. 

[princezzleia]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ A Special Treat ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝

sub!Art Donaldson x domfem!Reader

synopsis: Art was always be a good boy but when he was disobedient, you decided to punished him, however, he was enjoying it like a special treat.

warning: sub!male, dom!fem, edging, handjob (m received), mommy kink, public sex, MINORS DNI

words count: 1.7k

A/N: after watching 'challengers' i think i need to write this. 'that scene' of art and tashi made me convinced art is sub and i love sub!Art akjssjsksk. i hope you guys enjoy my work!

Tennis could be intense, edging, and climax. It was like sex, so they said. You had never doubted any seconds once you are watching your boyfriend, Art Donaldson, played for a countless times.

During the match, Art, occationally, tooks a glimpse of you beside the court. He always made sure that you were close to his sight, so every time he looked at you, he could saw your presence. Undeniably, you were his lucky charm.

The upper hand of watching your boyfriend closely was that you were able to observed his determined and eagerness, which you never saw while you were spending time together. Art always be your little boy; obedient and flimsy.

His intense eyes always made you feel the pulse under your knickers. The groaning voices that he made in every hits, it made you trusting your legs closer and closer. Every sets made you on the edge of your seat. Trusting, edging, and when the last hit made him wins, you reached the climax.

Later then, you visited your starboy in his locker room for a special treat. You've always been his motive to win in every matches, if it wasn't because of you; he would've quit tennis ages ago.

"Hi, my starboy," You knocked on an open door for his attention, then he dropped everything and instantly reached for your hug and that made you flinched and giggled.

Immediately, he shut the door behind you and possessed your voluptuous red lips that he had been staring for an hours but unable to touched, let alone possessed them. He missed your touch, your body, and especially your voice when they gave him an orders to followed. It was a punishments that he was enjoying every times.

"Uh, no, bad boy," You pushed him back to kept a slight distance between you. Art instantly pouted his lips and made a puppy eyes that mostly worked to made you thawed but not this time.

"Ain't I be a good boy today, mommy?" Art said with a pleading voice.

You tucked his curly blonde hair behind his ear and swept some sweats off of his soft face. "Of course, you are, until you kissed me without my permission." You pouted your lips in pity. Well, he almost be a good boy for you today.

"I feel sorry for you, I've been thinking of a special treat for you tonight—tsk, tsk, tsk," You furrowed your brows in reproach.

"Am I gonna be punished?" Art expressed an amusement expression at a blink of an eyes before he turned back to his puppy face but somehow you noticed it and that was when Art bends his head down.

"Do you find a punishment entertaining, darling?" You used an index finger to push his chin up to faced you.

"No, mommy, no" Art said in a murmured voice and shook his head a bit.

"Good, but anyways, you deserve a punishment" Art made a sorrowful face like he doesn't enjoy the punishment, on the contrary, this is a special treat for him.

"Let's see what we can do in..." You pretended to look at your watch. "Thirty minutes before the car arrives" Art looked at you in disbelief, he was not going to finished in thirty.

"Sit" Before he could thought any further, he had no choice but to obey the order. Well, thirty minutes was challenging. Give it a go.

Art sat almost immediately after your order. His sweaty looks made your pussy pulsed again. After all this time you never get used to it and you didn't want to. You made an observation before you noticed his boner, which was the result of the swiftly kissed. Art always easily to aroused, he was just like a teenage boy in post pubertal, which was always adored you 'cause he was already twenty-one but sometimes he looked just like a naive boy to you.

"Hard, already, hmm?" Art looked up with a puppy face that begging to be adopted. You made a couple steps before got down on your knees and touched his bulge. You fondled slowly along the bulge line under his short, he panted and trumbled while you touched him. Art looked down and catched your eyes.

"Harder," Art said with a shivered voice. You suddenly stopped your motion as Art catched a breath like he had been choked with pleasure.

"What do we say?"

"Please, mommy,"

"Good boy," You began to took his short out of the way, left only his underpant on and stroke his cock along the bulge shape. Art flinched by your sensitive touched, he grabbed the edge of the bench hard as you could see the veins accordance with his hands and arms. He thrown his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure. You could feel his pulsated cock against your hand.

Art shuddered and panted whenever you stroke along his sensitive area. You reiterated your touch on his vulnerable part until you heard his breathing intensify.

"Yes, there, like that," You instantly stopped again and looked up to face Art's weary figure.

"Excuse me, did you just tell me what to do?" Art looked down and shook his head in denial.

"No, no, please continue" You continued your movement and Art got back into his position. You stroked along his sensitive part for a couple minutes until panting sound changed into moaning and groaning. Art grasped his shirt up and bite the hem of it to hid his voice. His abdomen rippled up and down according to your touched and it gave you a noticed of his orgasm but he won't get what he wanted, not now.

You ceased again. Art catched his breath in disbelief, he gazed down and saw a smile on your face. "Take off your clothes and stand in the shower." Art followed your instructions immediately, he swiftly took off his underpant and t-shirt before going to the shower as you followed, and stood behind. Art was tall and had a muscular body like any others sports men, but when he was with you, those are just a clothes he puts on because his inner side was absolute opposite. You saw the soul inside his athletic body like no one else does.

You reached to opened the faucet and let the water ran through his body. You walked closer until your chest touched his back, then you tracked your fingers down the waterline passed his chest, abdomen, and the final destination, which was as hard as a rock. You teased him by traced its head in circle, he let out a whimpers and grasped the hem of your skirt. Art turned his head to the right and kissed the top of your head then he reached down to whisper in your ear.

"Please," You tilted your head to kissed him on the lips, it wasn't a passionate kiss. Your lips traced up to his aquiline nose and up to his forehead, where you gave him a second kiss as your hand did its initial job.

"Face the wall and don't do anything that I didn't tell you to do." Art turned his head to face the wall while you began to stroked his shaft slowly. He let out a mewl voices while he pushed his left hand against the wall as a support and the right hand still grasped harshly on your skirt's hem.

You began to escalate the rhythm, examined Art's interactions. Once he was about to reached the climax, you ceased; it made him looks pathetic, and you both took pleasure in it. Who was going to imagine the picture of the dominant tennis player in those particular world, begging to cum in the most piteous way.

"Shit!" Art said deeply in his throat, you alternate a slow and a fast pace, made him whined and shuddered in pleasure. A couples minutes later, Art tighten up his grasped and tenses up his abdomen. A signals of his orgasm.

Art tilted his head to looked at you and said in struggled. "Can I- Can I cum, please?"

"Not so soon, it has been only five minutes." Art turned his head back before there was a knocked on the door, suddenly he looked at you again in shocked but you didn't stop your motions.

"Donaldson! Donaldson! You there?" It was his coach who knocked on the door, Art didn't know what to do but he wasn't resist you to continue, which was quite entertaining to you, your little white man was too horny to stop as if he get caught, it doesn't matter, if he cum first. Naugty boy.

"Don't answer." Art still panicked, adrenaline rushed through his entire body, and it made him nearly on the edge. "Oh, my god, I'm gonna cum, please, please" Feeling of fear to be caught made him cum quicker. That's new. Even though, you and Art have had an experience in public sex before, but you never experienced an interfere by others.

"Look at me." You picked up the pace as Art tried to looked at you but that made him more sensitive as your tits was poking out of your fabric as a result of the shower.

"I can't- I can't-" You teased him by twirling around his nipples and made him shuddered. "Yes, you can" you fasten your pace for the last time and this time was faster than the others. Art nearly on the edge of the climax as the voice of his coach still played on.

"Don't you wanna answer him?"

"I'm coming!, coach. I'm coming!" Art cry out with a groan in the back of his throat. "Fuck!, thank you, thank you, thank you, mommy-" His last word was faded by the result of his cum at the end. His cum was covered all over the wall. Art catched his breath as he loosen his grasped and looked at you before you smirked at him.

"Ok, hurry up!" Art realized his coach still at the other side of the room. He wouldn't have heard anything, would he?

You still used your thumb to twirled on his head in teasing. "Well, I think you enjoy your punishment too much, did you?"

"No, no, no, mommy," Art shook his head back and forth.

"Anyways, you will get a special treat tonight as promised because you're win, today." Art grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Clean up, I will meet you at your dorm, tonight."

You walked out of the shower and meddle in his bag before you grasped one of his shirt and a short out and changed your clothes. "You need help?" Art cry out while he was cleaning up his mess in the shower room.

"No, if you help, we won't have any dry clothes left." You smirked with yourself and thought you caught him off guard but you wasn't expect his response, which was strike back to you.

"Aren't you wet your clothes already, sweetheart?" And he didn't mean after you got into the shower room with him. He noticed your wet pussy when you walked in.

Oh, god. You hated him so much that he knew you too well and that made you love him so much.

[pernesophe]

Kaji Tries to Use Pet Names

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

TW: MATURE CONTENT AT THE END: fluff, a little angst, suggestive. There’s an alternative smut ending (it’s clearly labeled so read at your own risk: cunnilingus, cock warming, food play (fruit), vaginal penetration (pnv), "good girl" used once). MDNI

Time periods and length of the relationship has been kept pretty vague, so please read under the assumption that both characters have aged up to at least 18yo for any smut portions, since they started at 17yo.

Synopsis: You call Kaji a pet name and he struggles to find one that fits for you, it’s silly btw.

Kaji x Timid Reader Master List. Main Wind Breaker Master List.

Obligatory: I have no rights to these characters or the works they come from, or any of the art, manga panels or screenshots used in these posts.

The Saturday Festival was lively and full of people bustling from booth to booth lining the main street in Furin. Your relationship with Kaji is still pretty new, though the two of you have grown more comfortable around each other these past few months - so while showing affection towards each other isn’t unusual, the two of you are still learning. One thing that hasn’t changed since the two of you first met, is that Kaji still calls you by your first name, and you still call him by his last name. Not because you prefer it, but no one else calls Kaji ‘Ren’ - even his good friends and seconds - so ‘Kaji’ is just more familiar to you. He hasn’t expressed that he would like to be called something else either, but some of his peers have mentioned it from time to time - wondering if the two of you are still just in that awkward phase, or fizzling out. Unfortunately, this has led to some insecurities on his part that he hasn’t even realized yet.

Those insecurities started to surface all throughout the festival today, the only thing he seemed to hear when you called for his attention was “Kaji”. ‘Oh Kaji - look, they have a specialty sweets booth’ ; ‘Oh my God, Kaji - look at how big those suckers are!’ Babbling on excitedly as you pointed to different things and got lost in the excitement of the festival. Each utterance of his last name was like nails on a chalkboard, and he just couldn’t place why. To anyone who didn’t know you and Kaji were dating, it would still be obvious by the way you grin up at him with moon eyes, and tug on his sleeve to gently pull him towards some other thing you think he would love, but still a small pang twists in his chest with every repetition of his last name. Though, you have no idea what he’s thinking, you can tell something is bothering him as his eyes seem distant and he was only smiling when he returned your saccharine ones.

Kaji was close to asking if the two of you could call it for the evening, when suddenly you spotted a booth with a giant sign on top that drew your gaze immediately. Sat in the center of the booth was an older couple who seemed to be running it. The booth contained mostly oddities just from a glance at the mixture of goods. Authentic, traditional weapons - battle axes, katanas, medieval maces, all the way down to ornate daggers and athames with whimsically carved wooden handles - hung on the walls and were laid methodically on pillowed tabletops. Interspersed with the severe looking merchandise were homemade soaps, bath salts, traditional good luck charms, mortar and pestles made of stone and crystal, and small landscape polaroids taken in and around Makochi (from what a sign on the table indicated). The older man looked rather tall - despite being seated - with sun wrinkled cheeks, and a scowl to run off any potential customer. Next to him sat an older woman with happy crows feet by her eyes, and a smile so welcoming it overshadowed his scowl. Most interestingly, when you saw a young girl walk up and ask about the polaroids, and the woman bashfully said they were hers but they weren’t that good, you overheard the man pipe up with a proud smile twisting his scowl upwards. 

“Her photos have been featured in museums from northern Japan to here. You’ll never be able to visit these places like this again,” he says pointing at the polaroid in the girl’s hand. “She captured all of these before the area was developed into cityscapes.” He said as he peered down at his blushing wife with a wide grin now. The young girl wasted no time forking over the few coins for the photo, teary eyed as she watched how the man looked at his wife with envy in her own eyes, and a small hope that someone will look at her like that someday. Tearing your eyes away from the heartfelt scene before you as you finally take a closer look at the sign. The booth was named “The Tiger and His Mouse” with a severe looking white Bengal Tiger centered under the words. On top of the painted Tiger’s head, was an adorable little brown cartoon mouse that was wearing a frilly apron and leaning on the Tiger’s ear with one hand, and the other positioned on her hip. Though the Tiger’s teeth were bared, its eyes were turned up with a joyful glint towards the mouse on its head. Without thinking much of it, you grab Kaji’s hand fully - lacing your fingers with his - which startles him a bit, but then you turn to him with the widest grin he’s seen all night.

“Honey, look! It’s us!” The word falls from your lips so naturally as you point excitedly towards the sign and then the adorable older couple sitting under it. Turning back, with the biggest eyes and the all too familiar saccharine grin, as you go to pull him towards the booth. Kaji is still in shock from the pet name you used, and the fact that he liked it… like a lot. In that moment it starts to click for him that that’s what he’s been craving from you - a term of affection meant for him. 

As you speak excitedly with the older woman about her products like old friends - Kaji and the older man are like two birds of a feather as their scowls smooth out to reveal adoring expressions cast your and the woman’s way. They didn’t exchange any words as they watched the women they love interact with each other, but as you happily paid (more than) what the polaroid is listed as before saying goodbye - Kaji and the older man exchanged a simple look of mutual appreciation and a meaningful nod before leaving the booth.

The sinking feeling Kaji had felt throughout the day whenever you said his last name rather than “Ren” dissipated completely as he replayed that one word over and over in his head. No one has ever called him ‘honey’ before, and before you he would have never accepted being called something so sweet, but now as you use it with more frequency after the festival - he couldn’t imagine that word ethereally draped in your kind voice not being directed his way.

Though, eventually this led to much teasing from his friends and people around Furin as to what he calls you. When he simply said “Y/N”, they gave him questioning looks as to why he doesn’t have a pet name for you. At that moment, Kaji was struck by shock and guilt at the realization that you may be feeling the same way he had been feeling at the festival. That night, in a panic, Kaji began researching different pet names and making lists to try out on you. He never practiced uttering any of them unless the two of you were completely alone, to avoid any more added embarrassment he could feel about it. It didn’t take you long to pick up on what he was doing, but you didn’t burst his bubble by informing him that you love it when he calls you by your first name. He just looked so determined any time he tried a new one, and you adored the embarrassed blush that crept over his face every single time. You were careful not to be rude, or to let him think you were ever laughing at him for it, but sometimes it did lead to comical interactions.

“Sw-Sweet… Sweetie?” Kaji stuttered out the word from behind you - you're facing the sink in the kitchen. Stifling a laugh at his unsure tone, and doubling your restraint when you turn to see the deep furrow of his brow and the unmistakable blush of shame creeping down his neck - you offer an unphased ‘mhm?’ to him as you tilt your head. Sighing deeply, he drops his head and shakes despairingly. “Forget it - forget that I said that. That one wasn’t good.” Groaning out to try and ease some of his burning nerves, and you nod along with his statement. Again, you aren’t disparaging or mean when you tell him your opinion, but you are honest.

“Yeah. I don’t think it fits me, or you.” Agreeing with a gentle grin as you dry your hands before coming to wrap them around his neck. “You’ll figure something out, honey.” The words of encouragement turn sultry at the end before you plant a kiss on his cheek, and then Kaji is blushing for a completely different reason.

It still takes a few months for Kaji to go through the entire list of Pet Names. Well, almost the entire list - he was avoiding using ‘babe’ from the start because it just seemed too cliche. After months of trying again, and again, just to embarrass himself - he decided what more is there to lose? The two of you were sitting on your couch, watching a movie, and Kaji isn’t paying attention at all, his eyes keep drifting to you in his periphery as he psychs himself up to say the last name on the list.

“Ba-” Kaji starts to say, but then your eyes are meeting his as his nerves fray apart and the air is punching out of his lungs, cutting the word off short. He only recovers enough to try and eek out the end of the word, but it comes out wrong since he still feels breathless. 

“-ob…” Kaji stares at you, frozen, as the last syllable leaves his lips and he suddenly drops his face into his hands, and before you can say anything, he emits a deep, long groan. “Why is this so hard?” His voice drones through your living room.

Even though you had been so good for months - not laughing, joking, or doing anything to make him feel worse - the dam finally broke with his slip up as your body began shaking with silent laughter. Before Kaji can notice - and run away - you push him back against the couch and straddle his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck. Once you are secured in place, and escape is no longer a viable option for your shy boyfriend, finally you release your giggles like rain overflowing a gutter. Apologizing the whole way while peppering kisses along the column of his throat as you card your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck.

If you hadn’t intertwined yourself with him and showered him with affection, he would have thought you were making fun of him, and though he couldn’t tell what your giggles meant exactly, he was certain it meant something good for him. Silently, he wraps his arms around your waist and absentmindedly draws circles on your back with his fingertips until you finally quiet down, and though his face doesn’t show it - he allows himself to relish in your blatant affections.

“Bob?” Chirping out as you finally lean back and wipe your tears. “I’ve never heard that one before, how’d you come up with it?” Leaning closer to him again as you pin him under those big sparkling eyes and tilt your head adorably to punctuate your question. Kaji’s eyes widen slightly at the realization that you didn’t hear his mess up, and half of him considers saving face and lying, but he doesn’t.

“I was trying to say… babe…” Admitting sheepishly as he dips his head towards your chest and hides his face from you. Despite your attempts, you are struck with another fit of giggles as you wrap your arms around his white head of hair and place a kiss to the top of his head where a scar has formed from that fight all those months ago. Kaji wasn’t upset about your reaction, but he'd be lying if he didn’t say he was bewildered - he knows what it’s like to be made fun of for being vulnerable, but this didn’t feel like that. Once your giggles die down again, you gently take his face in your hands and tilt his head back so he’s looking up at you. He’s not surprised to see your larger than life eyes glowing at him, cheeks reddened from giggling, and the unflappable saccharine smile directed straight at him - but he is awestruck by you regardless.

“I like it.” Stating decisively, snapping him out of his revere as he shakes his head up at you with an adorable notch in his brow and pout on his lips. “I think it’s cute, and funny, and I think it fits us.” Rushing to tell him your reasons why before he can say no, and he gives you a dubious look in response. “You can always keep calling me by my first name, that’s fine, but I’m never gonna forget this, or how adorable you were the first time you said it.” Assuring him quickly as you let out another giggle remembering his reaction from earlier. Once again, he buries his face in your chest and squeezes you tighter against him, but eventually his low muffled tone drifts to your ears.

“Okay… Then what are we doing for dinner tonight, Bob?” Murmuring experimentally, while he shoots you a look that says ‘why are you making me do this?’ His eyes were devoid of any malice though - only a loving jest. Giggling giddily at his expression while stroking the hair at the nape of his neck as you bend down to kiss his forehead with soft lips.

“You tell me - I can do whatever you want, honey.” Whispering softly into his snowy locks, something you meant to be sweet and kind, but as the sultry words ring in your ears - you freeze, and Kaji does too. Leaning back, your shocked gaze meets his equally shocked one as a matching blush creeps across both of your faces. “I didn’t mean… I was just trying to be sweet…” Explaining quickly as you try and fail to hide your embarrassment. Kaji feels his eyes become half lidded as he regards your blushing cheeks, pouty lips, thick lashes and the way your hair falls around your shoulders - framing you in the low light. Grabbing your upper arms gently, and then he pulls you towards him again, where he brushes your lips softly with his - earning a surprised look from you.

“How about I order takeout, and then we can worry about what I want for dessert?” He offers in a low, gravelly voice tinged with heat and smoke. Breath hitches in your throat, you didn’t know Kaji knew how to use his voice like that, but you don’t dwell on it too long as you quickly agree with a bashful smile. He flashes you a rare, wide grin that shows off his canines which accentuate the predatory glint in his eye, and suddenly you are struck with this eerie feeling that you may be dessert tonight.

NSFW Alternative Ending Below (where reader say Kaji’s First Name for the first time):

“Okay… Then what are we doing for dinner tonight, Bob?” Mumbling the name experimentally, while he shoots you a look that says ‘why are you making me do this?’, but there was no malice in the look, only loving jest. Giggling slyly, you press your thrumming core a little harder onto his length that’s been twitching under your weighted warmth this whole time, as you place a soft kiss to his temple. Immediately, his ears burn bright red as he looks up at you in surprise - his pupils already blown wide.

“I’m not sure…” Drawling out as you make a show of placing a finger on your chin to ponder the question, but the way your eyes glint tells Kaji you already know. “I’m craving something sweet. Do you have any suggestions, honey?” Heat laces your seductively sweet tone as your gaze darkens, and you slowly bend down to brush your lips against his, earning a strangled gasp from the man under you. “Because I have some ideas if not…” Whispering in a full on sultry tone now as you nip playfully at his bottom lip.

Kaji whines involuntarily as your teeth tug gently on his lip, and you take advantage of the opportunity to slip your tongue into his unsuspecting mouth. Though he jumps at first, then he quickly melts into you and lets you slide your tongue along his and flick it impishly. Once the need for air burns in your lungs, you release his eager mouth and lean back and study his alluringly shocked face. A pretty pink blush dusts across his cheeks that make his cerulean eyes sparkle up at you as it takes him a few moments to recover. 

It’s not like the two of you haven’t been intimate before, but you rarely take the initiative and never like this. So Kaji barely knows how to react when you begin slowly grinding down on his hardened length that’s pressing up into your inviting core - pushing wanton moans and gasps from your chest as your panties grow wet against his clothed bulge. Grabbing your hips tightly, Kaji moves on instinct as his shock transforms into unbridled desire. Shifting your hips back and forth, harder and faster, while pressing you down onto his throbbing bulge, Kaji hisses as the friction starts to affect him too. Grasping at his wrists and shaking your head slightly as your puffy lips fall open into an ‘o’. Your boyfriend has become familiar with this face by now, and begins grinding up against you in tandem with moving your hips to quicken your release.

“Ren! I’m gonn- don’t wan’ to yet! Please, Ren!” Whiny pleas fall from your lips as you keep grasping desperately at his wrists and finally meet his starving eyes with your begging ones. Kaji’s brain blue screens as you say his first name - for the first time - made ten times worse by the fact that you were moaning it so sinfully. Before he knows it, you’re underneath him and your back is flush with the cushions with your clothes strewn over the couch and on the floor. Kaji stripped just as quickly - only in his boxers now - and was kneeling between your thighs, his hands gripping the backs of them and pushing your knees towards your chest. Face to face with your glistening folds as his nose bumps your clit causing you to gasp ‘Ren’ again - he responds with a low growl in his throat.

“Keep saying my name just like that Y/N. I want you to call me by my name anytime I have you like this.” As he speaks his breath fans your trembling lips, and then - wasting no time - he licks a stripe from your slick entrance up to your sensitive bud. He must have been starving too, because as soon as you whined his first name again, he enveloped your whole cunt in his mouth as he kissed her messily. It only takes a few minutes before your orgasm is bursting behind your eyes and liquid electricity is buzzing through your veins straight to your pulsing hole. Kaji obviously had no intention of taking it slow, and hadn’t nearly had his fill yet, but luckily has kept enough of his senses to let you regain some of your composure before he’s tongue deep in your folds once more. Bumping his nose repeatedly on your clit as he shoves his tongue deep enough to sweep over you pulsing walls and just barely flick and tickle that spongy spot that has you arching your back and keening your head into the pillows. Placing your hands on the couch cushions, you begin to push away as overstimulation crashes over you, but Kaji isn’t letting you run away from what you started. 

Snaking his hands under your ass where he grips onto you hard and lifts you off the pillows so your legs splay open even more - giving him even more access to your drooling cunt. Your boyfriend had turned absolutely feral as he groaned into your core repeatedly around his tongue plunging in and out of your fluttering hole - savoring every drop of your sweet nectar that flooded into his mouth. Opening your mouth to try and tell him how good it all feels, but the only words you can manage is a string of “Ren! Ah! Ren! Ren!” which only makes his ministrations more intense. By your third, or fourth (?) orgasm all you could do was moan unintelligibly as your body lay limply in his hands and under his lips, a steady stream of liquid leaking from your clenching hole and down his chin. 

Finally, he releases you and lays you back down on the couch, where all you can do is reel and heave for air as you come down from your high while looking at him through half lidded, lust-filled eyes. Kaji was still kneeling between your thighs - bulge especially prominent now with a drop of precum seeped into the fabric - his hair sticks to his face in some places from sweat, and your slick covers his mouth and drips down his chin. Not even bothering to wipe it away, because his hands are glued to the insides of your thighs to hold them apart as he stares hungrily down at your still pulsing cunt.

“Re-” You start to say, but the second he hears his name start to roll off your tongue his eyes darken and snap up to your face, so you swiftly cut yourself off. Suddenly you knew intimately well what a gazelle feels like when being hunted as your boyfriend’s predatory eyes rake down your body back to your weeping hole. “Kaji,” you start again, and this time he looks at you like the fog has cleared from his brain a bit. “I think I need a little break…” you admit, a little embarrassed. Nodding slowly, as if it’s taking a moment for the words to fully sink in, and then - once your words have proceeded - he’s climbing off the couch to retrieve a wet rag to clean you up. He brings you water afterwards, and then orders take out (the place you love without even asking - he already knows your order by heart). You’re thoroughly touched by how well he’s taking care of you, he usually does, but this time he seems to take extra care. After you finish eating, you realize why.

Seated on the couch in one of Kaji’s tshirts that dwarfs you completely, and no panties - Kaji didn’t bring you any, but you assumed he just forgot. The take out had been finished and trays cleared away when your snowy haired boyfriend brought in an extra takeout bag and set it on the coffee table. As you reached for the bag with a small smile, he subtly scooted it out of your reach. Shooting him a quizzical look, Kaji averts his gaze for a moment, and then looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“This may sound weird, but I wanna try something with you…” Speaking slowly as he tilts his head down to look at you more intensely, so you sit back as your expression turns curious, but you nod for him to continue. “I still feel…” Gesturing down at the sweatpants he’s now wearing where you can still see a prominent bulge. “Pent up.” He finally states, eyes searching your face for any sign of understanding or rejection. Instead, you just nod slowly - waiting to see where this goes. “Have you ever heard of cockwarming?” Asking the question with a pointed look at the coffee table instead of your face as a blush creeps over his cheeks. In truth, you had, as it’s been one of your fantasies for a long time now, but giving nothing away, you just nod slowly again. 

“Could we-” The question barely leaves his mouth as he tries to think of exactly how to ask. After a long moment, he looks at you dead on with those cool blue eyes that have turned heated and hungry once again. “I want you to cockwarm me while I feed you this,” he says in a low voice as he gestures to the take out bag. Gaze zeroing in on the bag in front of you as your expression turns even more curious and you tilt your head as you look up at him once more. At that, Kaji leans down and pulls out a small take out tray filled with fancy cut fruit - mangoes, strawberries, watermelon and raspberries. Then, he stands there staring at you intently and waiting for your response. As you meet his gaze over the coffee table, you wordlessly nod as you pull his tshirt over your head - leaving you completely naked. Kaji’s eyes light up as he all but pounces on you.

Now, Kaji is naked too and sitting on the couch with his back pressed to the cushions with you straddling his lap reverse cowgirl style - back pressed to his chest. His strong hands are securely on your hips with your hands laid lightly over them as the tip of his cock has only just started stretching the tight ring of muscle at your entrance. Holding onto the last vestiges of his control, Kaji helps you slowly sink down onto his throbbing length - he presses his canines into your throat and hisses against your skin as your eager pussy clenches around him the whole way. Once he’s fully bottomed out, and your legs are draped on the outside of his - spreading you wide - Kaji wraps his arms around your waist and reaches up to cup your breasts, then he buries his face in your neck while you both get adjusted. After a few long minutes, and once your fluttering hole has calmed down, Kaji reaches over and presses play on the remote as some lofi playlist with a relaxing background starts on the TV.

After everything is finally set up, Kaji slowly brings his hands down to your legs and closes them before hooking an arm under your knees and gently twisting you on his cock so your legs remain closed and draped over his lap instead - his length still buried deep in your heat. Peering down at you with those intense ceruleans as he takes in your slightly parted lips and the way your body subtly arches when his cock twitches inside of you. With one arm braced around your back, he uses his other hand to cup your cheek and plant a gentle kiss to your lips, and then he presses more into the kiss. Opening your mouth with his, he explores with his tongue the same as before, and licks lovingly at your lips when he pulls away. Even taking a moment to stroke his thumb over your pouty bottom lip before pulling his hand away and grabbing a mango from the tray beside him. 

Swallowing thickly as he brings the large piece of fruit to your lips, and you shyly bite down into it, your cheeks burn under his unblinking gaze. Instantly, juice dribbles down your chin and drips onto one of your breasts traveling down to your pert nipple, and without missing a beat Kaji licks the juice off your nipple with the tip of his tongue before flattening it to your breast and licking a firm stripe along the trail up to your lips where he places teasing kittenlicks to taste the sweet liquid there. This would’ve been enough to drive you mad, but the cherry on top was that the tip of Kaji’s cock repeatedly twitching into your G-Spot sends jolt after jolt of pleasure up your spine. At first, your gummy walls clenched around him involuntarily, but with each twitch your clenches become more purposeful just to get a little closer to climax. Kaji continued this process of feeding you the biggest, juiciest piece of fruit just so he could then chase the stray droplets with his tongue over the soft dips and curves of your body while his cock twitched deeply inside of you. In return your slick cunt clenched around him again, and again, and again. But when you begin slowly rocking your hips to get more friction, Kaji suddenly stops all together.

“Kaji…” Emitting a pathetically desperate whine from the back of your throat, and you can’t figure out if it’s for this torture to continue or to stop. He just looks down at you with a deadpan expression and a cock of his brow. After a long moment of silence, you whine up at him again - without saying his name this time.

“Ren.” Correcting you as he leans down and nips at your shiny bottom lip before continuing. 

“I need you to be a good girl - sit still - and let me feed you. Can you do that for me?” Commanding you at first, and then he goes as far as asking in that authoritative tone that made any protest die on your lips and a torrent of heat to build where the two of you connect. Nodding shyly at him while meeting his gaze through thick lashes, and lips still pulled into an adorable pout. “Hm? Can you say it for me Y/N?” Asking again in a soft, sultry tone that you’ve never heard him use before as he brings a ripened strawberry to your mouth, but just out of reach as he tilts his head - patiently waiting for your answer. You hesitate momentarily, so with a mischievous grin and a twitch of his length jolting into that spongy bundle of nerves causes you to arch into him as a moans tumbles from your open mouth and your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’ll-ha be good-haa for you-ahh, Ren.” Whispering through another moan as your cheeks burn from embarrassment, and he smiles cooly down at you which only makes your pussy thrum around him as a whine falls past your lips. Chuckling softly, he brings the piece of fruit the rest of the way to your lips so you can bite into it, and you end up spraying juices all down the front of you this time. Kaji was deliberately slow in licking them up, dragging his tongue teasingly slow over the expanse of your sticky body that he could reach, and since you weren’t allowed to move you forced yourself to relax - not realizing how euphoric all of this would feel when you just let go.

Kaji was deliberately choosing larger and juicier pieces of fruit as he continued to feed you, so that he could build you closer to your climax by mapping his tongue across your body. Feeling your weight shift as you relaxed into him - no longer attempting to move, or tense from the desire to move - it seemed like you were choosing to just let him do as he pleased with your body. Inhaling deeply against your soft skin and then releasing it slowly - you wouldn’t have noticed except it tickles fanning over your skin - he just barely stops himself from going completely feral again as you submit to him wholly.

As your breathing becomes more uneven, and in your relaxed state it becomes easier for Kaji to gauge when you are about to cum, so when you grow nearer he begins rhythmically twitching his cock so its thick mushroom tip is rubbing and stroking that spot that brings tears to your eyes. His mouth latches on to your nipple to suck off the juice as the twitching becomes more persistent, and then the coil snaps in your belly and suddenly your whole being is trembling in Kaji’s arms. Tightening his grip around your body, and tilting your head forward so it rests on his shoulder as he continues swirling his tongue around your pert nipple. At the same time, he is twitching in tandem with your clenching - helping you to ride out the overwhelming euphoric buzz rushing through your body. Your creamy release coats him and gathers at the base of his cock before spilling down onto his thighs where yours were still laid over his, drenching both of you from waist to thighs.

Kaji is so focused on the overwhelming sensation of you, that he almost misses the sound filling the room as your whining and babbling is interspersed with his name in repetition. “Ren! Mmmm, Ren… I want more Ren, please…” Begging desperately, and as he looks over your face he sees that you’re far too fucked out to even notice the drool that’s dribbled from the side of your mouth during your climax, or that your legs are still shaking so bad Kaji has to literally hold you down so you don’t tremble off of his lap. A chuckle puffs past his lips before he leans forward and licks the drool from your chin and then presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Even still, he can taste a medley of summer fruit as he pulls away and swipes the remaining droplets of juice from his lips with the tip of his tongue. Then, he rubs your back soothingly as he peppers chaste kisses over your neck, to your collarbone, and down to the swell of your breasts while you recover from your high. Knowing you’re good when your body has stopped trembling so badly, but when his gaze meets yours once more and all he sees is heat and unbridled want there, he gulps.

“Ren, more… please…” Is all you have to softly murmur against his lips, and Kaji’s restraints have all but melted away as he picks you up - causing him to slip out of you as you both hiss from the loss of connection - and then he lays you on the “L” shaped part of the couch. Not daring to waste a second as he stands between your parted thighs, grabs your hips and lifts you so he could press his throbbing length back to your entrance and bottom out in one swift thrust. Looking down at you with that starved expression once more, he then flashes you a rare grin that shows his prominent canines.

“Hold onto something.” Is all the warning you receive before he’s drawing his hips back, until the tip of his cock is just barely still inside of you, and then slams his hips into yours. Flailing to grab anything before Kaji sets his pace, and you have to settle for the edge of the cushion as you dig your fingernails in and hold on for dear life. It takes no time for Kaji’s thrusts to turn punishing as your house is filled with sounds of wet skin slapping and high pitched mewls from the back of your throat. The gentle twitching of his cock that sent you over the edge earlier felt like heaven, so it made sense that this would feel like hell. 

Hell as in the primal, hedonistic way. Everything felt so overwhelmingly good that you couldn’t even control your voice - your mind was mush - you’ve been babbling but you have no idea what words pass your lips. The blood in your veins sings with the desire for release, and yet it also burns for the need to stave it off - to allow this feeling to stretch into the night and maybe even the early morning hours. Your skin prickles with overstimulation that makes you want to jerk away, but - learning from earlier - as you forced your body to relax and just feel it, the overstimulation was accompanied by a cooling breeze as the prickles moved about your body. All you could do is let your legs lay limply, and then Kaji finally takes the initiative to change position. Whining desperately as he stops his movements, but he shushes you and kisses away your frustrated tears before putting your legs together so the backs of your thighs are flush with his abdomen and your ankles are by his cheek. Pressing right back into your fluttering hole without any hesitation, Kaji resumes his punishing pace and you are plunged right back into that hot-sweet hell that you don’t really want to escape from.

Kaji is getting close and you can tell, because his hips start to stutter and break up his rhythm, so he goes to work you even closer to your orgasm as well. Bracing your thighs against his chest with one arm, and pressing a gentle kiss to your ankle as he looks down at you with dark desire, he then reaches his free hand down so his thumb is pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Ren” encased in wanton moans echo from your parted lips, along with a string of ‘ah ah ah ah ah’s!’ as your gummy walls clamp down on him and the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt rushes through the entirety of your being. Clear liquid sprays your thighs and Kaji’s abdomen, and he watches the entire event with starstruck eyes - like you just put on an entire show just for him. Which to be fair, you did. With you falling to pieces below him - messy, wet, and babbling still with tears in your eyes - Kaji’s climax is imminent as he slams his hips flush to yours. Burying himself as deeply as he can before his cock is twitching wildly and painting your walls with white ropes of his release. After his breathing has steadied some, Kaji gently lays you back on the couch and then collapses next to you and folds you into his arms for a crushing embrace. The two of you bask in the afterglow for a while, and then you peer up at him through the corner of your eye with a teasing smile playing on your lips as you finally break the silence.

“Weeelllllll…” Starting out low and ending with an upward inflection of your tone, elongating the word as well, and drawing Kaji’s tired eyes to you. “I’m glad I called you honey at that festival and not your first name - it would’ve been quite scandalous.” Teasing your overly relaxed boyfriend as you giggle softly against his chest, but Kaji gives no reaction to your teasing. He simply turns to fix you with a deadpan stare.

”Yeah true, by the way, you can only call me that in private…” Murmuring flatly, and yet he sets the boundary firmly before continuing. “I don’t know why, but it just does things to me when you say it… So, yeah I may be at risk of causing a scandal if you say it in public.” Stating in a deadpan tone to match his expression - so you know he isn’t joking - before pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your hairline. Grateful to be hidden against his chest, because you’re blushing so bad you have to be glowing at this point.

Now, hours after the fact, you and Kaji are clean and dressed in PJ’s laying in bed as you think over the night and his smoked honey touches. How his mouth and hands may become harsh at times, but that he always soothes away whatever pleasurable sting he may have inflicted to your ever willing body. Always you are reminded of the depth of which he cares for you. It always happens at times like these, as he’s wrapped his body snugly around yours and is drifting off to sleep, that you can’t help but replay some of the intimate things Kaji does that makes your heart weep for the you that hadn’t known him yet. 

After some of the exhaustion had ebbed, your snowy haired lover had carried you off to the bathroom shortly after your “talk” and took great care in washing the sticky juices from you - even washing and conditioning your hair (even though he somehow managed to not get any juice in it). After finding you the fluffiest and most absorbent towel, he began combing your hair and parting it before applying your after shower products. It always surprised you how quickly Kaji had picked up on it, and that he just took it upon himself to start doing it one day. This was before the two of you had ever really done anything intimate other than making out and maybe some heavy petting. 

If he would show up at your house while you were still in the shower, your mom - who was very trusting of your boyfriend from the get go - would beckon him in and would just tell him to make himself comfortable in your room while he waited. Though he was thoroughly perplexed by her trusting nature, much like he was with you, he would chill out on your bed until you finished. The first time you came into the room in just your towel you almost screamed and he slapped his hands over his eyes, but after that you learned to just throw on a big tshirt in the bathroom. Kaji watched you with intrigue as you did your after shower hair routine the first time, and for the following weeks after that. Over time, he noticed that it was much more extensive than his dye routine, and it seemed necessary for the texture of your hair. A concerned notch would form in his brow when sometimes you would take little breaks and heave out a sigh from your arms getting tired. 

One day when he came to hang out, you entered your room to find him in the chair by your vanity and when you sat down in your vanity chair and unwrapped your hair - he grabbed your comb first. “I wanna do this for you,” he had murmured so sweetly as he looked at you through his impossibly thick lashes. Kaji being simply too adorable to refuse, you dumbly nodded without a word and turned to face your mirror and watched him as he meticulously did your hair. Despite some pointers on how hard to twist, scrunch, or how much product to apply - he was basically a pro already from watching and learning from your unknowing demonstrations. Even better, on occasion when you were feeling extra stressed, he would start with massaging your scalp before moving onto the products. It had felt so intimate the first time he did it that you cried despite how good it felt, which of course terrified him, but once you explained that you cried because you just felt so cared for - he actually started to play with your hair and stroke your head outside of those times as well. 

Sometimes, you would even catch him out of the corner of your eye grasping a small lock of your hair and bringing it to his nose to smell you, but you never brought it up and whoever else may have witnessed the adoring act knew better than to mention it too. Funnily enough, even though right now he’s dozing, as you peer over at him you notice that he’s grasping a lock of your hair between two sleepy fingertips and has it pressed to his nose as he dreams.

[kyri45]

✨ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU Q&A ✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: sometimes when im bored i just go to your profile to position your pfp to siffrin's hands so it looks like they're holding you

I feel threatened bc if Siffrin would know what I'm making them pass through with the next comic updates he would crush me insteantly with a fist.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Damn Siffrin is dying and no one will ever remember them. 😔 Oh Loo~ooop!

Loop coming to save the day even tough they aren't paid enough for this shit

Anonimo Siffrin isn't aware of the hole in the wall you can go through for those two statues without having to get pelted by rocks smh my head. (said jokingly) ((Love your comic btw!! Thank you for this AU, I love it))

THE

WHAT?

YOU CAN GO THROUGH A WALL TO GET THEM WITHOUT RUNNING FOR YOUR LIFE?????

Anonimo My reaction to this chapter of ISAT COTL CROSSOVER AU (10/9/2024) GO BBG YOU GOT THIS IN THE BAG!! OH YOU DO NOT GOT THIS IN THE BAG.. oh now you're out of the bag oh god ruh roh

Oh yeah he does NOT have this.

Anonimo pst hey hey are you gonna pose the statues, it would be funny i swear totally not more heartbreaking for siffr- WAIT HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE FACT YOU CAN BARELY SAVE ALL OF THE STATUES WHEN YOU REACH THE FOREVER STORM PART-

he has enough memories that he should recover a good amount of statues. It's not a matter of wheter or not he can save everyone, but mostly themself....

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hey so I cannot believe I am so late to see your ISAT and Sky AU because I love!! Both of them!! So much!! And I just wanted to thank you for making it and sharing it with us because it’s really cool! And both fandoms need more attention imo <333 @ucorpwhalingyaoi ha chiesto: I know NOTHING about cotl but my god your isat au of it has made me want to play it so bad 💔 (very /pos…) @primrosechronicles ha chiesto: HEYYYY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE SENT AN ASK!! Ive been silently reading the isat comic since my last ask and im very very proud of you for making this far!!! mwahh!!! Thank you for inspiring me to play sky again, cuz if not i wouldn't have able to meet my sky friends Anonimo ha chiesto: first of all, I came here from the shadowpeach au but your comics dragged my ass to the ISAT fandom second of all, HOW DARE YOU PLAYED WITH MY HAPPINESS LIKE THAT (love your art and story telling, I wanna eat it like a fancy dinner) @prince0fghosty ha chiesto: It's been hard for me to find Sky: Children of the Light content anywhere! I found you through a friend and not only are you interested in Sky but also Lego Monkie Kid this is truly the best day ever!!! I got back into the game because of you. I like to help moths out in Eden @phoenix-is-here ha chiesto: You are the person who introduced me to the ISAT fandom and I gotta say thank you for that. That's one of the best games I've ever played and I would have never known about it without stumbling onto your account first (because of a strong hyperfixation on a show about monkeys ofc) so.. Accept this virtual cookie and glass of milk as a gift : 🍪 Anonimo ha chiesto: I followed for the shadowpeach, stayed for Sky CotL, keep cookin

HIII!!! AND TYSM!!!!!

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: This feels a little silly, but what is ISAT? I read through your ISAT Sky AU comic and I feel like I am missing half of the story. I love what I'm seeing so far and want more, but I also don't know or completely understand who the characters are and why I should care about them (more than I do already at least). Sorry if this is silly. I just want to understand.

ISAT is short for "In Stars And Time". It's an RPG game made by @insertdisc5. ABsolutely go check it out otherwise you wont understand a thing about the characters of the AU!

when i was reading the most recent page of the In Skies and Time™️ comic I had the most hilarious image in my head of just a bunch of sky kids smacking down on the same area and making this. sky kid pileup????? [since it seems liek theyre all gonna come back like that..] it was super funny to imagine 30 CAR PILEUP 🔥🔥🔥

AWWW SKY KID MOUNTAIN!! Lol probably it would happen? Like when you do Eden just after reset and when you get reborn there's like 7 other players clipped in you rebirth animation in the aviary /home space

Anonimo ha chiesto: Awwwww Bonnie was so excited 😢

poor Bonnie they will get their comfort moment eventually

@sohrleas ha chiesto: YOU YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I got Sky 'cause I saw your isat sky au and got super curious about the game Your art is beautiful and I love it 💚💚💚

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: HOPEFUL STEWARD WOOOOO-

IT'S MY BOY!!

@o0mochacoffee0o This isn’t related to you Bio dad AU Like my usuals- I just saw in your abut that you like CotL! Now you share two of my interests!! I’m curious to know your favorite parts of the game, if you have any ships, head canons, etc!! I always love listening to people’s opinions on things I love!

About Scotl? I don't have any specific headcanon, but I do ship Moments Guide and Reassuring Ranges. The only thing that I crave for that game is MORE LORE GODDAMN IT

Anonimo ha chiesto: When I said the fun was dying. I did not expected this. I'M SCREAMING AND PUNCHING THE BED NOOOOOOOOOOOO SIFFF

*sips coffee* welcome to hell (literally)

Anonimo ha chiesto: "is that thing a sadness?!" sweet summer child that thing is a menace of death

It absolutely is

Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Siffrin’s gotta be absolutely TERRIFIED Big scary beast thing spotted them AND suddenly getting bathed in the color they associate with bad stuff? I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t be quaking in their boots.

He is in desperate need of comfort that wont come in like- a irl month I think

Anonimo ha chiesto: I know you won’t be doing the golden wastelands but… Once the party discovers that the groundwater has the same effect as the forest rain, Isabeau decides to bridal carry Siffrin the whole way. Leaving Siffrin a blushy mess. Also, almost if not everyone is scared shitless of the Dark Dragons/Krill (totally not projecting)

ooooohh that is soooo cute i'm dying!!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: THE FAKE ACT 4 LOOKING SMILE . THE ACT 5 EDEN MOMENT. THE PARTY BEING SENT BACK . DIES "oh yeah if I still have energy I can loop back" ← me when I'm lying

@starlight-and-clockwork ha chiesto: bawling and kicking and screaming and pulling my hair out THAT PANEL OF SIFFRIN ASKING HIS FAMILY TO REMEMBER HIM WILL HAUNT ME FOREVER YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND CAUSE ME MUCH PAIN THANK U<3

@aro-aces-world ha chiesto: I just caught up with ISAT sky au Fuck you /affectionate

Thank you! Be ready to be even more destroyed by the following updates!

@cherryblossomventi ha chiesto: I’m gonna go feral, Sif did that because he knows he can kinda come back from this with the shooting star thing Im guessing but the others cant/might not because they aren’t from this land,,, oh buddy why didn’t you tell them stop being cryptic idiot

Sif doesn't really remember that he can be reborn like in Sky. He knows only that, if he can reach the light right at the base of the cataclysm, then maybe he can return as well.

[elitadream]

Hi guys~! ⛅👋

Long time no see! Much longer than I ever intended, in fact. Truth be told, I wanted to make a public post sooner, but I've had a lot to catch up on in terms of notifications and messages since logging back in a few days ago. I've also made some changes that I will address shortly, but first of all I wanted to thank those of you who have reached out with so much care and understanding during my absence. Adjusting has been a slow and fragile process for me -still is-, and I sadly haven't responded directly to everyone yet because of it, but I wanted to say how much I appreciate your patience and support nonetheless. 🥹 🙏

Long story short, I was gone for five months due to a huge burnout, then progressively found my spark again somewhere along the way and have since mostly recovered. It was my wonderful friend @drones-of-innocence who reached out to me outside of Tumblr, and her sense of initiative is largely the reason why I managed to make this post in a somewhat reasonable delay. 😅💖 With that said however, I must also mention that I've deleted a lot of stuff from my page and have removed most of my work from the public eye as well. This may seem quite drastic and frankly a little unsettling, but I assure you that it was a thoroughly considered and reasoned decision! The thing is that I was still getting lots of notes on these drawings everyday and… To put it simply, I didn't want that anymore. 🙇‍♀️ Experiencing popularity was very detrimental to me in the long run and I needed to put an end to it for the sake of my own wellbeing; at least for now.

Which brings me to my next point.

After mulling it over for a while, I've decided that I would not be returning as an active creator in the Mario community this time around. 👐 Making fanart for this franchise (with such a high and continuously maintained degree of involvement) had a lot to do with my health's decline and I've come to realize that I wanted to direct my focus elsewhere going forward. For that reason, there are things which I know will never be repeated again in the future, both in regards to my art and online presence in general, but that's alright. Things change, as they do and should. I'm looking forward to reuniting with folks and would be very happy to stay in touch with those of you who wish to message me privately. Like my lovely pal @istadris said, what matters most about any fandom are the friends you make in it. ☺️

And speaking of which-

@ody-and-fanatu That's so sweet of you, thank you! 💗 I'm glad you've enjoyed my contribution to the fandom. It was fun while it lasted! 💫 My visual ideas may be gone from my page, but most of my written posts and replies are still there for anyone who wants to revisit those at least, so there's that! And I'd also like to answer some of the asks I still have in my inbox at some point. Knowing that you hold my art in such high regard makes really happy! 🥰 Unfortunately, the other account that I have is reserved for my professional work and I prefer to keep them separate from one other, but the good thing is that I intend to go back to this blog occasionally. Hoping to see you around! Cheers! 🥂

@heiressofdoodles Thanks, I appreciate that! ✨ I'm honestly doing much better than I was earlier this Spring. Back then, I was running on empty and on the verge of crashing without even knowing it. Being in constant physical pain was one thing, but feeling mentally and emotionally drained on a daily basis was another entirely, and something had to be done. It took me a moment to really figure out what was wrong, but thankfully I realized very quickly what was causing it and applied the breaks with all my might. One of my main priorities now is to be more alert and respect my own boundaries to make sure that this never happens again. 🥲

@keakruiser Thank you. 🙏💐 I'm just glad to have found my footing again. Feels good to be able to create freely.^^ Hope you're doing well too!

Special thanks also to @pianokantzart, @jelly-fish-wishes, @katlyntheartist, @triniji and @wahooitsamee for their kind words. 🫂 Your graciousness and consideration means a lot to me. 💝

As for all the nice people who sent me anon comments and well wishes, I tried to summarize my thoughts as best I could in this update, but if there's anything else you'd like to say or know, don't hesitate to ask me anytime! Now that I feel like myself again, I think I'm gonna hang out on Tumblr for a little bit. I'll be excited to see what you guys have been up to in the meantime! 🤗 Wishing you all a very good day and pleasant Fall. 🍂

-elita 🌸