#also the fact that y’all like my art? crazy to me

[bloos-bloo]

Thinking about girls

I also got a video but I left that on my twitter, @/Bl00p_Bloop

[katuschka]

Touch Starved Pups – One

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka 4.011 words

Welcome to Part One of the story about what happens to two well-behaved, bored and horny romantics when a new feisty, worldly and hot social media manager enters the building...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): expressive language, promiscuous behaviour, unprotected sex (or still rather just allusions to it , just setting the scene...), oral sex, handjob, kissing, twinfight, fistfight, angst, mockery, consensual teasing game that's borderline exploitative, slightly toxic behaviour...so, to sum it up, this is pure rock&roll filth, folks.

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I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

Walking down the photo pit after all the other photographers cleared off is my favorite part of the day. Or night, to be more precise. That’s when I shine: strutting along, ready to capture all those best moments that make all you bitches go feral during AND after the show. This is my queendom. I make content for you lot. And I’m damn good at it.

How do I know that? The numbers just skyrocketed after I joined the team. Ka ching! All those poor things that came before me had no idea how to do their job. Tried to do some lifeless artsy shit that might be good for booklets and collectors’ crap that only collects dust, but not followers. They listened to what the band and their management wanted, but that’s not how it’s done. Nuh uh. I listen to you, my dudes. Your screeches, howls and cries. Some say that you’re crazy, but I know better. I’m here to observe what drives you crazy, and then I shall stir it up even more. When it comes to online content, the only thing that matters is what YOU want.

Make no mistake, I create art too. The crucial difference is that it’s not shit. Socials need candid eye candy and I’m here to provide it. 

I gotta admit, they make my job quite easy. All four of them do, but the twins are human masterpieces. Born pretty, they gradually learned that they could monetize it just as much as their respective talents. I didn’t need to come up with a strategy; it’s always been there for the taking. The fact that my predecessors have been mostly ignoring this is a mind-boggling mystery to me. Those guys know for sure that they ruin your panties. I just needed to know how.

So I rolled up my sleeves and went down to the barricade to do my research. Marketing’s no rocket science. Veni, vidi, vici. I just looked at them through your eyes and your own photos, and let me tell you – you bitches aren’t crazy, you are right! Yeah, I saw it too. And I get it. Some people in the team wanna keep pretending that it’s all about the music – which is surprisingly good, by the way – but that’s not what makes you sleep in the dirt and sit on a curb for days, and then again…and again. Those sons of bitches basically fuck on stage, looking very tasty while doing so. Especially Frodo and Patchybeard. Whether it’s a guitar, a mic stand or just plain air – they just shag it! Y’all look like you can feel it, and they’re very well aware. It strokes their egos, so they just keep adding fuel to the fire. The first time I saw that, I just stood there with my mouth wide open and just laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was a fucking orgy! And then, when it was time to walk into their bright conference room and pretend to do some serious business for a change, I put on my super serious and super professional face, and I told them what needed to be done. 

Let’s just take your usual fangirl stuff and make it official. Sorry, not sorry. You crave it, so what. I keep the Facebook page artsy and businesslike for those gramps and music snobs that would go batshit crazy if they saw any more pictures with sweaty “jummies��, sparkling dicks and marshmallow balls; but anywhere else, it’s a party. 

Some of you keep wondering why they behave like such frenzied horndogs all the time. My lovelies, the explanation is pretty simple. It’s because they are! You wanna know if they are like that in real life? Yes, the answer is yes! It’s good for the show, sure thing, and they’re both true born professionals creating a breathtaking spectacle. “It’s all for you, bla bla bla!” But the truth is that they’re naturals, not really much different offstage. Lusty, filthy, bad. 

Just kidding. They’re sweethearts. Lust-driven, whiny pups that want to be played with. When the show is over, they both follow me backstage like the good boys that they are, wagging their tails at me enthusiastically. 

Ooops, what did I just say? Lemme put my fingers to my mouth and giggle like a coy lady that I’m not. Some of you already suspect it anyway, and it was collectively decided that you should hate me with passion. I guess now I’m famous, too. D’oh!

So, yeah… When I said that it was there for the taking, I forgot to mention that I also wanted to take it. Life on tour is lonely and stressful. I’m not immune to that either. Sex helps. That’s why the rockstars of yore kept fucking everything that dared to come close while they were all high as a kite. Because why not…well, apart from the fact that unlike good sex, drugs actually ruin lives. No, I’m not a fan. 

Times have changed and today’s musicians – and I’m not talking about all those wannabes with backing tracks – really need to work hard to earn their bread.They’re self-aware and sober (Take that with a pinch of salt…they’re sober while actually working.). Often homesick. Sure, some of them are still jerks or junkies. Or both. Not a fan of these either. I worked with some and it was a nightmare. 

But, when I joined the Greta Van Fleet team, I found a bunch of down-to-earth and touch starved homeboys, well aware of their power but hesitant to act upon it. That’s the difference between having a huge dick and being one. They’re – and now let me let out a sob or two for the dramatic effect – gentlemen! 

You know what a sweetheart with a huge dick is? That’s your dream come true. Believe me. That’s just something you want. I certainly did.

Not from the start, though. No. They treat the crew like friends and family, and as much as that was certainly a pleasant change, I wavered initially. They were all so kind and gentlemanly that I just decided to keep my friendly distance, thinking they really were such mama’s boys that they appeared to be…The impression didn’t last long. Soon I heard them making jokes and lewd comments when they thought no one was listening. Some of those comments were about my bouncy ass, too. 

Men, am I right? 

Alas, sweethearts’ dicks are still just dicks, and neglect will gradually take its toll. I could see right through their nervous ticks. 

Jake was the first one that fell into my snares. I didn’t really pursue it; I’m not a monster. Like I said, we were lonely and stressed, and so it just happened one fine day. He craved human contact, and I was there. Life is complicated, but certain things are still pretty simple. Thank god, or whatever supernatural entity you believe in. 

It was a lovely evening in his 2-storey hotel apartment. He often got those, because the others had this habit of gathering together in his room to discuss business – since it was his band – and to get shitfaced in the process. 

We were both sitting cross legged on his bed, both already pleasantly booze-soaked and shrouded in semi-darkness, the only source of light being the dimmed lamps in the main room. I had been giving him a lecture on the importance of a good online presence that evening. Or at least I was trying to do that… When the others got a bit too rowdy, we retreated to his bedroom to have some privacy.

When it comes to online shit, Jake’s the most difficult one. He doesn’t like it. Plain and simple. He had created this cute mask of a smooth and aloof poet slash ancient adventurer, behind which he hides, but you bitches don’t like that. You like watching him talking to his SG in front of thousands like she’s his obedient whore. See, there’s a certain discrepancy in that. I kinda understood where it was coming from, him being in his element onstage and all that shit, but I also needed him to understand my point.

And it was tough. He’s complicated. He likes to pretend to be a tough, mysterious guy, but deep down he’s just a shy and wide-eyed fawn that bounces when you say “boo”. Not always, mind. I learned that  the hard way once when I was leaving his room with scarlet imprints of his fingers on my thighs. However, drunk Jake is a meek and needy cutiepie. I could definitely use it to my advantage. So I poured us more drinks. 

“I dunno, s’not really me,” he countered after I tried to explain one more time. 

I showed him another one of the most recent videos. “Are you telling me this is not you?”

I grew really fond of his quiet “hahaha” every time he felt discomfited and flattered at the same time. Just like now. Stroking his chin with his finger, he shifted nervously and continued: “Well, yeah…uuum…you like this?” 

That was the moment when I knew I had him firmly in my grasp. Yeah, Jakey, I reeeeally like it. Let me just show you how much.

I seized my chance. We laughed and joked and flirted and all that shit. Talking about his desirable body parts that y’all take snapshots of soon turned to physical manifestations and before we knew it, his fly was open, his fat cock hard and out and firmly in my hand. I brushed my thumb gently over his pink and already leaking head before I wrapped my fingers around his shaft once again and started pumping him slowly. He just sat there and watched me with his lips parted, both mesmerized and taken aback by how quickly things escalated. I returned his stare, looking him firmly in the eye while I quickened my pace, and his breathy exhales turned to full-fledged, loud moans. I tried to shush him by forcing my other thumb in his mouth… and that only made it worse. There were still other people in the adjacent room and the door was open, but he just wouldn’t shut up! I had to grab his chin and stick my tongue in his mouth to keep him quiet. 

That sobered him up a bit. He didn’t want me to stop, he just wanted to regain control. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds before he grabbed my cheeks and returned the kiss in such a manner that made my pussy spasm. I liked that, and we continued like that until he came all over my fingers a few minutes later. Thankfully, someone put some music on in the other room and it muffled his moans a bit, because my mouth could no longer contain them. He howled in it. It was hot.

You know, I’ve had the misfortune to cross paths with assholes who’d just throw me out after that, both satisfied and ashamed that my skills made them finish so quickly and unceremoniously, without fanfare and praises. Not Jake. He had to reciprocate AND prove himself at the same time. He’s vain, but in a good, gentlemanly way. 

After everyone else left, he just fucked my brains out. It surprised me how much he wanted to kiss, and not just my lips (either kind). His tongue was running marathons all over my body, and if I remember it correctly, I think I came five times that night. Not my record, but still a very impressive first-time. 

After that, he just kept crawling back to me, stopping me in empty hallways just to whisper obscene poems about my hungry pussy in my ear. Talking about how he’d feed me. 

He’s a sly one: the kind of a man that would run his fingertips gently down your spine in a room full of other people, while talking casually about fucking you raw, only for you to hear. I mean, that’s exactly what he did once or twice. I’m sure our “conversations” always looked completely innocent from a distance, with only Josh sometimes watching us with his lips pursed. Sometimes his eyes even narrowed a bit. That feisty chipmunk knew from the very start, and I thought I could spot jealousy in that piercing stare of his. I enjoyed that, just as much as Jake enjoyed making me wet in public, and calling it “retribution”. Honestly, I didn’t mind. Punish me as much as you want, baby, and keep using all those fancy words while doing so. Yeah. 

I’m a born provocateur, so I often just asked for more. Every time I saw him start licking his lips absentmindedly, I struck. In the end, it was always him who had to calm down, to keep it cool…to hide his hard dick. 

We both loved it. It was our little fight for dominance. We teased each other and then there would be a reward. 

It was a bit different with Josh. He’s a lover, not a fighter. He doesn’t need to fight for dominance and so he often rejects that role voluntarily.

At first I thought he wouldn’t be interested at all, even though his grabby hands landed on my bare skin more often than some would deem comfortable. But he’s like that with everyone! Including Bob, the chalice filler. It often doesn’t mean a thing. 

I knew it meant something when he almost grabbed my ass once. I tried to experiment with the same strategy I once used on Jake: using his own weapons against him, making him cross the friendly line.

It happened during a soundcheck while I was showing him a preview of my next scheduled post. His weapon was right there, on full display, and I further accentuated it by a subtle, punny caption. It made him giggle and I winked at him. 

“So, you okay with this? I mean, it’s all over the internet anyway…”

“Dear sparrow, if I weren’t okay with this, you wouldn’t be able to take such a lovely picture of it.” His hand first landed on the small of my back familiarly, just like it always did, and as we talked about other pictures in the carousel, I felt his fingers move even lower until the tip of his pinkie slid under the hem of my pants. I cleared my throat ostentatiously and he drew his hand away quickly as if I had burned him. 

“You know, I should report you for harassment for this,” I said matter-of-factly, still looking at the screen, trying to look both cool and unphased, but the twitch in the corner of my mouth gave me away. A true master of reading such subtleties, he slapped his fingers with his other hand and grinned at me. “Naughty me. Can’t blame me. You just smell so nice, sparrow. What is that?” 

“Hypnotic Poison.”

“Right…” He licked his teeth in a vain attempt not to grin even more. To be hundred percent sure, he still asked me if I wasn’t mad. Sure I wasn’t. I had been waiting for this. 

We parted after that, minding our respective businesses, but all those fleeting glances he cast my way during the rest of the afternoon didn’t escape my attention. Later, just before the show, he cornered me in the bathroom, startling me. I almost poked my eye out with a mascara when I noticed him standing right behind me. “Jesus Fucking Christ on a stick, Josh!”

“Yeah, I’m all that.” It was obvious he wasn’t there to take a leak as he kept watching me watch him in the reflection and his eyes grew darker. I slowly turned around and ran my finger down the hem of his low neckline, even more slowly. Tentatively, almost. Never breaking eye contact and with his lips slightly parted, he let me go lower until I reached the zipper head and tugged at it playfully. 

“Black velvet really suits you, you know?” I teased.

“Yeah, I know.” 

Cheeky brat. You wanna play, baby? Let me show you how it’s done. I slipped the tips of my fingers under the hem of his cleavage until I found his left nipple and started running circles over it with my middle finger. His breath hitched and his eyes widened before he seemingly regained his composure and flashed me a sly smile. 

“So…ummm…you and Jake are…exclusive?”

“Wow, you’re pretty straightforward,” I laughed. “No, we’re not. Just having some fun. Why?” 

Why, indeed. He made it pretty clear why, and I let my tongue give him the answer he desired. After the show that very night, he knocked on my door with a shy smile plastered on his face after I opened it. I welcomed him in.

Josh never fought me. He always presented himself on a silver platter and let me do whatever I pleased. Then he repaid me when the payment was due. My initial impression of him being a pillow princess wasn’t completely off, but my god! The man can fuck! Never try to piss him off. Or you know what? DO try to piss him off, because it turns him to a jackhammer. 

I once called him a sissy and the wrath that poured down on me afterwards made me see stars. 

So that’s how it went. They both knew what was happening behind closed doors with the other one, and both were ok with that, as long as it didn’t interfere with their own plans. And that was just a matter of time. 

To tell you the truth, I did wonder what it would be like to have them both, so when the opportunity presented itself, I would be a fool not to encourage it. 

Every once in a while, there are shows where shit just happens and everything that can go wrong, does do wrong. It was one of those nights. Even back at the venue, right after the show, I saw how both their faces were twisted with tension, and maybe the best way to avoid even more trouble would have been to avoid them altogether. They weren’t the only people who had a rough night. I was exhausted, too. If I were a bit more responsible, I would have settled for a nice hot bath and a filthy book, but sadly, I’m a people pleaser. Also, nothing can calm me down better than the smell of male skin.

It was long past midnight when I heard a knock on my door. 

“It’s me, Bebe. Please, let me in.” 

That’s right. He gave me that nickname shortly after we started fucking, even though I teased him that he would never beat those allegation that way. 

If you guessed that I indeed did open the door, you’re right. He didn’t even wait for the invitation to enter this time. The stress was doing us no good. I could smell even more troubleon the horizon, but I ignored it.

“Jake, you can’t just storm inside like this. What if I had company?” It was no use to argue with him. No longer sober to begin with, he was already making himself at home and pouring himself another drink. 

“Please, Bebe, stop teasing. I need you! I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Well, tough luck! Josh asked first.”

“Oh no, no no no! It’s my turn, baby! You can’t do this to me. Tonight was hell. Call him and tell him that you’re mine.” I shot him a sharp look, so he added quickly: “... for the night. ” Well, that only made it worse. 

Funny how quickly they got accustomed to the fact that I was just within reach. I would have been offended if I weren’t aware of how insolently I played with them too. Still, I should have said no, but I’m just human. 

However, the whole situation was already a bit more complicated than that. “I can’t. He’s already here.” 

Jake cast me a confused look before he smiled sympathetically at my feeble attempt to get rid of him. “Where? Hiding in the closet?”

“No, he’s in the shower.”

He just stood there for a short while, contemplating something, before he grabbed my cheeks with both hands and whispered sultrily: “Please, love, just a blowjob then. Your mouth can do wonders, baby. I beg you.” Noticing that I wavered, he bent closer to whisper in my ear: “You can ride my face anytime you want. You know that.”

Again, I should have said no, but the said mouth already started watering when I noticed the rapidly growing bulge. Mentally, he was already hitting my tonsils. I was on my knees in seconds. I knew Josh usually took his time, so maybe it was manageable. And if not…well, surely there was a way to benefit from the hypothetical pickle, should it happen.

And it happened. I was deepthroating him with both his hands holding my head and his head tilted back, when we heard the door open.

“Jesus fuck, Jake!” 

The moment of surprise made me gag. Jake withdrew quickly and started tugging himself back in his pants, which wasn’t easy, given his current state. Josh, however, just stood there completely and unabashedly naked. “Get out!” he bellowed, completely forgetting that it was in fact MY room they were both in. 

“No,” Jake spat back.

They started barking at each other like berserk chihuahuas. I swear, I was seconds from throwing them BOTH out, dicks out and all. They could keep shouting at each other in the hall or even in the main lobby for all I cared, but the wicked creature in me wanted to see how this would escalate. And it escalated majestically. 

I hadn’t bothered to unpack my suitcase earlier that day. It just lay open on the floor with my purple vibrator placed haphazardly on top of my lingerie. Jake spotted it, bent down to retrieve it and before I could argue, he thrust it against Josh’s bare chest while his other hand patted his cheek: “Here, this should do. Now bugger off!” 

I think I stopped breathing for a second. They teased each other quite often, but this seemed downright mean, even to their standards. I think Jake realized it too, but it was too late. We both watched the flames that appeared behind Josh’s dilated pupils and before either of us could react, Josh started after him and pushed him against the wall. And so the party started. In a matter of mere seconds, Jake fist almost collided with Josh’s jaw. Thankfully, Frodo is quite nimble, so he ducked the blow and striked back, his knuckles colliding with Jake’s forearm. Watching them wrestle like that, fuming, limbs intertwined, I was almost sorry I had no popcorn at hand. It was a comical sight: Josh still completely naked, Jake barely tucked back in his jeans. 

Have you ever seen puppies fighting over a toy? That’s them. They were both so needy and neither one ready to give up. It was time to seize the opportunity, so I… started laughíng. Loudly and mockingly. They both let go of each other and turned their heads to the source of that offensive sound: me. 

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my arms and with my legs crossed, contemplating my next move. Realizing I had no panties under my punto tube dress, I decided to Basic Instinct them. Sure, nothing new, but men are simple creatures. A naked pussy is like the Moon they howl at. It’s always new. Moreover, the fact that they never saw me like this before together was surely a great bonding experience of its own. I watched their faces for more clues and grinned viciously when I saw exactly what I hoped for. See, they’re different in many ways including this. Jake licks his lips, while Josh clenches his jaw. I tutted at them, watching how they both raised their eyebrows in a silent question. 

“Guys! You both know very well that I got more than one hole.”

Hooked? Read Part Two.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Seein’ Double (Mahito x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Art made by @almaadst ❤️

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Pairing: Mahito x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Mahito for six months. You believe that you know him well, but you quickly learn that you actually don’t and your boyfriend hasn’t told you everything. Including the fact that he has a twin brother that looks exactly like him. And you accidentally fuck him! 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Mahito Has a Twin; Incest/Twincest (but not really); Threesome; R*pe/Noncon; Blindfold; Consensual Later; Oral (Giving + Receiving); Double Cunnilingus; Double Deepthroat; Facefucking; Rough Sex; Mild BDSM; Master Kink; Hair Pulling; Spitroasting; Unprotected Creampie; Throatpie; Aftercare; Reader is a Self-Insert; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized

Writer's Note: Thank you again to @curiouscutie143 for giving me this NASTY idea ❤️🤭 I hope y’all enjoy it & happy 4th of July to all who celebrate it! -Jazz

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“Fuck, Mahito, yes! Oooh, shit, keep going! Fuck me just like that!” 

Mahito holds your ankles tossed over his broad shoulders, forcing you to keep eye contact with his gorgeous gray-blue eyes as he drills your shit from the front. He could have a wonderful career as a construction worker the way he’s jackhammering into you, pistoning himself into the velvety, wet walls of your pussy that squeeze and grip around his cock. 

The handsome man with the pretty, long lashes and long, gray hair hanging in his face grins down at you, almost crazily, loving how your plump frame looks bouncing against his cock. “Yeah?” he teasingly asks. “Fuck you just like that? Does my favorite little slut love gettin’ her pussy pounded by me?” 

You whimper in response, your hands gripping his forearms, holding onto them for dear life as he fucks you into the mattress beneath you.

Sex with Mahito is always like this: rough, relentless, and intense. He can either go extremely fast, knocking you up against the headboard, or really slow, making you beg and sob for release. 

But either way, he uses you as his personal fuck toy. He tears off your clothes, pulls your hair, and spanks your ass. He calls you his little slut; his favorite girl; his darling toy; his pornstar; his whore to use whenever he wants to before he brings you to a wicked, explosive orgasm. 

And sometimes, he does it over and over again, bringing you to orgasm repeatedly until you beg him to stop…and even then, he doesn’t. He is as sadistic and as wicked as they come. And you love every second of it. 

You’ve been dating him for six months now and he is by far the most “interesting” man you’ve dated. Mahito has his quirks, such as the crazy ass laugh he has and how excitable he gets to the point where he reminds you of a kid. He likes to tease you a lot, such as poking your belly and biting you at random times. He is also super clingy. Whenever you spend the night at his place and vice versa, you’ll often find him wrapped around you like ivy in the morning. 

But all of that is worth it if he keeps fucking you like this, if you’re being dead honest. 

His dick is like a drug to you: you’ve just gotta have it! Even now as he pounds into you in missionary, your thighs spread wide and tits jiggling with every thrust of his hips, you need more. Much more. You need him to split you open and fill you up until you’re dripping with him. 

Sensing your need, Mahito briefly pauses and peers down at you, smiling teasingly at you. “Aww, does my baby want more of me?” He coos. “Is she feenin’ for some more dick, hm?” He takes your chin in his hand, squeezing your cheeks together so you make fish lips at him.

“What a hungry little bitch,” he tuts. “Don’t worry, little kitty. Daddy will make ya feel aaaall better!” 

He then tosses your legs off of him and yanks you forward by your hips before tossing you over the edge of the bed so your head hangs off of it. You gasp with every rough move he makes with your body like you’re on a rollercoaster, the very air being taken out of your lungs. 

He yanks you toward him by your ankles and slides home again, right between the soaked, velvety, squelching walls of your pussy. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as he begins to rock into you again, just as roughly and as intensely as before. “Oh, yes!” You cry out, your eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure. “Oh, my God!” 

“God?” Mahito cackles above his pants and the squeaking of the bed. “Me? Damn, kitty, am I that good?” He tosses your ankles over his shoulders again, pressing a kiss to one of them. “But there ain’t no God here, baby. Just me.” 

“And me,” another very identical voice, yet less energetic and bubbly, says from above you. 

Your eyes open and you find yourself staring into the pretty, gray-blue irises of your boyfriend. 

….Hold up. 

A lightbulb flickers in your head and you immediately lift your head to look at the man currently fucking you stupid. He is your boyfriend. That is very clear. But then who the fuck is the man standing by the bed looking down at you that looks just like him? 

He has the same eyes; the same porcelain skin; the same long doll-like lashes; the same long, gray hair though it’s tied into a ponytail going down his back; the same tattoos roping his toned arms. They look exactly the same. 

“What the fuck?!” you gasp, causing Mahito to stop the fuck session. He pauses from pistoning into you to look up at the identical man. “Oh, man,” he sighs, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Well, this is awkward. I guess your man finally caught us, kitten.” 

You scramble to the top of the bed, yanking the sheets over your naked body at the sight of the two identical men staring at you. One is grinning humorously at your reaction while the other looks disappointed but not surprised in your decisions. 

“W-What the fuck is this?” You demand. You turn to the clothed stranger standing at the side of the bed. “Who the fuck are you?” 

He pulls a bitter face at you though he’s also smirking. “You don’t recognize your own boyfriend, baby?” He scoffs. “Jesus, M, how many shots did you give her?” He turns to Mohito sitting on the bed still naked though he hides his cock under a pillow. 

Mahito or “M” simply laughs. “She hasn’t been able to tell the difference since we met at the club tonight,” he giggles. “Who knew piercings were all it took to make us look so identical?” He then moves to dig something out of the back pocket of his jeans—earrings. 

You watch as he sticks his tongue out and places a stud in the pink muscle that was just lapping at your soaking, wet cunt and shoved in your mouth at the nightclub not too long ago. 

The nightclub. Yes! The one you were at with your friend to enjoy happy hour at the bar. The one you invited Mahito to who usually isn’t too keen on social settings, but uncharacteristically came out tonight to join you. You could hardly believe it, especially when he showed up in a tight V-neck, jeans, and his long hair flowing down his back that had all the women (and men) watching him with interest. 

Speaking uncharacteristic, he was flirting with you the entire night. While he usually shows you how good you look without telling you, Mahito was telling you all about how good you look in your body-hugging dress and how much he wanted to fuck you out of it tonight. He danced with you too, holding you close as you grinded against him, pumped full of tequila shots and hot off of his kisses down your neck. 

He was confident and carefree. Flirtatious and very brazen with his attraction to you. He smiled a lot, way more than usual. 

But now you’re realizing that that Mahito wasn’t your Mahito.

Your Mahito stands before you, fully clothed and showing you his long ponytail. “And hairstyles. I never wear my hair out of this ponytail, baby.” 

And he’s right. You’ve never seen your Mohito with his hair out before. Or dance. Or come to social settings. Or be so vocal while he’s fucking you. M, your boyfriend’s twin, smiles at you, realizing you got the picture. “Wait,” you say, slowly processing all of this. “This is your brother?” 

You point at M who is still giving you that big, annoying, gigawatt grin. “You never told me you had a twin!” you scoff at your boyfriend.

He barely even cracks. “I didn’t know I had to,” he retorts. “M is supposed to be livin’ in Germany, but somehow found himself back here botherin’ me.” 

He glares at his twin who mockingly bats his lashes at him. “Pleasure to finally meet you, V,” he snickers. “But I think we know each other already. Quite well, in fact.” His smirk widens as he gives a close-mouthed giggle that pisses you off.

“So you think this is funny?” you snap. “This is all just a big fuckin’ joke to y’all?” 

M continues to put his piercings—one above his brow, two in his nipples, the others in his ears—while he continues to laugh at your dispense. “Not to him, but definitely to me,” he giggles. “I was waitin’ for you to notice that somethin’ was very off with your boyfriend tonight, especially since he barely dances and is quite the opposite of an extrovert.” 

“And I don’t have piercings,” Mahito blandly adds. “Just ink.” He lifts his shirt to show off his tats, his body just as impressive as his twin’s. 

They’re right. They’re right about all of this. 

“It was originally gonna be just a little prank between siblings,” M explains, “but I’ll admit when I finally got a look at you and felt you against me on the dance floor…” His luring eyes scan up and down your face and body despite the sheets. “I was more than okay with takin’ this prank further. So I hit up my little bro and told him I was about to fuck his drunk little slut his bed.” 

His degrading words make you flush with shame. Six months with your boyfriend and you don’t know him as well as you thought? You look at him now, embarrassed. “Mahito, I—“ 

“And that you were all for it,” M continues, cutting you off. “That you were all over me, blushin’ over my pet names and compliments, about to come right out of your skirt for me.” His smirk turns less humorous and more devious. Evil, even. “And you did.” 

“I didn’t believe him until he called me in the Uber and I heard your voice in the background. Then he sent me photos.” Mahito’s disappointed look deepens, his frown making you want to crawl under the covers and hide. ”And then I come in here to see you actually bouncin’ on my brother’s cock like a little whore.” 

His eyes narrow at you while M deeply exhales, staring you down like you’re a child who got her hand caught in the cookie jar. “For shame, kitty,” he sighs. 

“I…I…” You can’t come up with a coherent sentence or thought to thread into a sentence. You’re so embarrassed that you could cry. You look down at your dress on the floor, feeling tears begin to push past your eyes. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” Mahito asks. “Scared? You definitely weren’t a minute ago when you were takin’ my brother’s dick.” He says this so accusingly like this was your plan all along. It pisses you off. “You never told me you had a twin,” you scoff. “How the fuck was I supposed to know he wasn’t you? Y’all look exactly the same!” 

Mahito cocks his head to the side, almost reminding you of a puppy. “We’ve been dating for six months and yet you don’t seem to know me at all,” he says, sounding absolutely heartbroken at the idea. “I held you to a higher standard than that, V.” 

Now that really pisses you off. You’re not going to sit here and be ridiculed for something that isn’t even entirely your fault. “Don’t try to make me feel bad about this!” You snap. “This is so fuckin’ stupid and humiliating already. I don’t need any of this.” 

You toss the sheets off of your naked body and jump off of the bed to scoop up your dress, preparing to leave. But Mahito steps in front of you and takes your dress from you. “Oh, yes, you do,” he says, sitting you back down on the bed. You let him, alarmed by his quick movements. “You’re still wet, ain’t you? I’m assuming my twin didn’t make you cum.” 

You gape at him, stunned by his question. M shrugs, looking passive. “I was rudely interrupted before I could.” He squints hard at his little brother like he’s a bug he wants to squash. 

“Well, now you get the chance to make it up to me,” Mahito continues. His eyes grow dark with lust and you can now see the bulge in his pants as he plants his hands on either side of your thighs. “You let us both fuck you and tell us who’s better.” 

You damn near go into cardiac arrest from his suggest. “H-Huh?!” you dumbly stammer. 

Mahito pushes away from you, still giving you that lustful look. “Even better,” he says, walking over to his nightstand. He pulls out a drawer, revealing toys that he specifically keeps for you and himself. Despite his reserved demeanor, Mahito is one kinky bitch. 

He then pulls out a silk tie and turns to you. He doesn’t have to tell you where he intends on putting it. Your heart lurches at the sight of it in his hands. “You put this on and we play a game: we fuck you and you try to figure out who is who. If you get it wrong, you don’t cum.” 

M is delighted by this little game, even clapping his hands. “Oooh, that’s so naughty!” He cackles. “I’m down! Anything to see this kitty squirm for us.” He takes the pillow away from his crotch, revealing his still hard dick to you. 

You turn to Mahito, unable to speak. His eyes are stern and darker than you’ve ever seen them, scaring you but also arousing you. “You owe me,” he growls, bringing the tie over to you. “Now close your eyes and do as I say.” 

Unable to protest, you do as he says and close your eyes. Suddenly, you are cloaked in complete and utter darkness as Mahito ties the satin blindfold around your eyes. “Can ya see me?” he asks.

You shake your head and the reality of the situation terrifies you. You can’t see anything. 

“Good,” Mahito replies, followed by M’s delighted laugh. You are now completely putty in their hands, vulnerable to whatever choices they decide to make to your body. 

Lucky for you, they start by laying you down. “Don’t worry, little V,” M whispers in your ear. “You’re completely safe with us.” You don’t know if you entirely trust his words or not.

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’!” Mahito hisses. “She can’t know who is who.” You expect M to bite back at his little brother, but he is quiet instead which means he wants this. He is anticipating this. 

You lay on the bed, trembling and biting your lip as you feel the bed shift as the brothers switch sides. They start by kissing your lips, keeping things tame, but as one kisses you, the other begins to kiss your body. You moan into the soft lips of the stranger above you while you feel a hot, wet mouth kiss down your neck, your breasts, your stomach. 

You focus on the mouth moving against yours, noticing how slow yet eager they are. Their tongue slides against your bottom lip, taking advantage of your mouth parting and sliding inside. You share heated moans and pants, ones of which you have shared before with this particular man. When he pulls away, you say his name: “Mahito.” 

You hear him make a noise between a chuckle and an exhale. “Beginner’s luck,” he replies against your lips. 

“Mmm, agreed,” M moans from between your thighs, coating them in kisses and bites. “We’ll have to up the stakes. Make this game a little harder for her.” Mahito hums in agreement and moves away from you to join his brother between your thighs. 

You don’t know how they could do that, but you get your answer minutes later when one of them suddenly ducks between your thighs and begins lapping at your cunt. “Fuck!” you gasp, gripping the sheets below you. You weren’t expecting this kind of explosive pleasure, especially when one of the brothers is lashing his tongue so quickly across your clit and pussy. 

Whoever this is is a master at eating kitty. He pays close attention to your clit, sucking on the little bud while his finger gently circles the entrance of your soaked pussy before sliding in. His strokes with his finger are broad and swift but not rough or sharp. He aims upward toward your clit, rubbing the underside with his finger while he continues to suck on it from the outside. 

“Oh, shit!” you whine, fisting the sheets. “O-Oh, my God, fuck!”

A hand suddenly slaps you across your outer thigh, the sharp sound making you flinch. You don’t know who it is and they don’t say why they smack you, but you have a hunch why: you’re taking too long to choose. 

You’ve had this mouth already. You can tell by how quick they are with their tongue flicks and the teasing nature of their movements. And you also feel something cold against your warm slit that intensifies the pleasure. Something metal like a…tongue piercing.

“M,” you whimper out. The twin laughs between your legs, delighted. “Good girl, kitty!” He praises you. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“Next round,” Mahito announces, his tone impatient and his voice slightly gruff. This means he’s just as aroused as you which also means you’re going to be put through the fucking wringer. 

The two shift again without speaking in fear of giving themselves away. Without warning, you feel the broad head of a cock gently slap against your mouth while another tongue slides against and slurps up your pussy. Their strokes are slow and teasing, taking their time with you. Mohito is just like this.

“Oh!” you moan at the sensations and the cock immediately slides into your mouth. 

You choke a bit, taken aback by the sudden assault of your mouth, but you quickly accommodate to the thick appendage sliding in and out of your mouth, breathing through your nose and bobbing your head back and forth to take it better. A hand grips the back of your head, fingers sinking into your hair and gripping the strands so tightly that your scalp stings. 

You pay close attention to the cock sliding in and out of your throat. It is thick but not long though it still fills up your throat. The owner of it pumps his hips against your mouth, his movements slow but rough. “Mahito,” you say around his cock, your words muffled. 

A proud and aroused grunt escapes the mouth of the man in front of you currently fucking your mouth like it’s his fleshlight. “Good girl,” your boyfriend grunts, petting your hair as he continues to fuck your face. “Maybe I was wrong, babydoll. Maybe you do know me.” 

“A good girl indeed!” M praises from between your thighs, looking up at you. Though you can’t see it, his mouth is coated in spit and your wetness. “We tried to stump you, baby. Well done! Maybe she isn’t as fucked stupid as I thought.” He goes back to sloppily and eagerly eating you out, falling into his normal pattern now that the second round of the game is over. 

Mahito hums as he bottoms out in your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin. All you can smell and taste is him all over your tongue, all in your nostrils. “Not yet, she’s not,” he replies. “Maybe she deserves a little reward for doin’ so well with our game so far.” He pulls his cock out of your throat to instead place it against your cheek, loving how it looks on you. 

M mockingly gasps. “Why, brother, are you askin’ me to share your slut’s mouth with you? I didn’t think you shared your toys.”

Mahito shoots him a scowl. “Just this once. Now shut up and get your cock in her mouth.” 

M doesn’t need to be told twice. Minutes later, you find yourself between the two, both sliding their cocks in and out of your mouth, forcing turning your head this way and that. When one slides in, the other slides out and instead fucks your hand, groans and grunts of pleasure making you drip like a faucet and want to please them more.

“Goddamn, kitty!” M moans, the sound sluttier than one you could ever make. “You really know what you’re doin’, don’t you?” 

He is fucking your throat like it’s about to go out of style, loving the way you choke and gag around him. “Can’t find no head like this in Germany,” he chuckles. “You’ll be feelin’ this even when I leave, kitty cat. Even when you’re with your man.” 

This strikes a chord with Mahito because he snatches you off of Mm’s dick and wrenches your hair back to whisper in your ear. “Don’t forget who you belong to,” he growls. “You may be these holes fucked by another guy, but don’t forget I own them, you understand?” 

He yanks on your hair harder, the stinging sensation bringing tears to your eyes. “Y-Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Master, I know.” Mahito slides his cock inside of your mouth again, once again using you to get himself off. And you take it. 

M giggles at your submissiveness, his hand moving down to cup your titty and idly playing with it. “Trained so well,” he hums, pleased. “That makes me want to finally bust inside of her. I’m aching to see how she takes two loads of cum.” 

Your body tingles with anticipation, your pussy clenching around air. You need something. You need to get fucked. “Last round, doll,” Mahito says, his cock sliding out of your mouth. “Tap one of us if you’ve got an answer.” The bed suddenly shifts as the two get off of the bed, leaving you alone on it for a few short seconds. 

You gasp as you’re suddenly pushed down onto your back and your thighs are pinned down onto the mattress, stretching you out. You feel one of the twins kneel in front of you while the other settles between your legs, his cock rubbing up and down your slit. One of their thick, veiny cocks slides into your mouth at the same time as the one that slides into your dripping cunt, silencing all the moans and gasps that escape you as you’re fucked into oblivion. 

You try hard to pay close attention to their strokes and movements, trying to identify the difference between them. The one fucking your pussy is wild and rough, just like M was moments before. So you tap the thigh of the man fucking your mouth and they pull out. “M!” You shout. “M, you’re inside me!” 

M laughs, wet sounds filling your ear which means he’s stroking himself off next to you. “Actually, kitty,” he chuckles. “We’re both inside you, but if you meant your pussy, that ain’t me.”

Fear strikes a chord inside of you when you realize that you got it wrong. “H-Huh?” You whimper, nearly biting your tongue as your hips are gripped and your body is pulled into the cock inside of you. 

“Wrong answer, slutty girl,” Mahito growls, still pumping your pussy, making the bed shake and your titties jiggle. “It’s me fuckin’ this cunt like this. What, you think I can’t put that ass in the mattress like my brother?” 

“Obviously not!” M cackles. “But I’m sure you can persuade her…can’t you, little bro? Can you give her that dick till she can’t walk?” His words are teasing and they obviously strike a match in Mohito because the man goes absolutely feral. 

You thought you got fucked before? You realize very quickly how wrong you were when your boyfriends grips your hips and ruts into you like he’s trying hard to give you a baby, his thrusts merciless and rough, barely giving you a chance to breathe. 

“Mahito, please!” you sob. “I-I’m sorry! So, so sorry!” 

M stares at the way your beautiful, plump body jiggles and moves on his brother’s dick, still pumping his cock at the sight of you. ”No apologies now, kitty,” he chuckles. “Aww, is it too much, huh? Is my little brother fucking that slutty cunt too much for your poor body to handle?” 

“Yes!” you whine. “Yes, yes, yes!” You are sobbing at this point, tears wetting your lashes and the inside of your blindfold. Your pussy squelches and cries around Mohito’s cock, dripping all over his balls and the bedsheets.

“Then you’d better shut the fuck up and take these dicks,” Mahito demands. “That’s the only way you’ll get out of this. Make us cum and maybe, just maybe, we’ll make you cum too.” 

M slides his cock back inside of your mouth and goes to work quickly, gripping your hair and using it as leverage to push and pull himself back and forth into your throat. 

“I’m curious, kitty,” he coos. “Now that you’ve had two nice dicks in your pussy, whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” 

That is such a loaded question that you can’t answer right now, your mind too muddled and messy from the deep fucking you’re receiving. “Aw, don’t be shy, baby,” the twin chuckles, giving your cheek a harsh smack. “C’mon, tell us. Who’s fucking these holes better? Who’s makin’ you wetter? Whose sex do you love better?” 

The two grow as silent as they can be, giving you the floor to talk. Though your tongue is tied and your mind is mush, you find some words: “M-M-M!” You pathetically stutter. M laughs at your pathetic attempt to speak while Mahito grunts, still rutting into you like a machine. 

Since your head is gone, you instead listen to your heart and tear your head away from M’s cock to give the brothers their answer: “You, Mahito, please!” you sob. “You’re fucking me so good! Please, please, make me cum, Master! I’m so, so sorry for everything! Please just make me cum!” 

You hear the smile in Mohito’s voice as he speaks. “That’s right, baby,” he laughs. “I’m the one fucking you good. And now I’m the one who’s gonna make you cum all over my cock.” 

M sighs, sounding disappointed. “Shame, but at least I get to flood this throat up with my cum.” He slides back into your mouth and thrusts into you at the same rough tempo as his little brother. “Suck me harder, slut, c’mon.”

You have no choice but to do so, held down by him while Mahito fucks you into an orgasm. “Cum for me, slutty girl,” he demands. “Cum on this dick while we fill you up!” 

When your orgasm hits you, it is intense and explosive, drawing a loud moan out of you that sounds muffled around M’s cock. Your body twitches, your back arches, and your toes curl, overcome with bliss as your cunt clenches around Mohito’s cock.

“Fuck!” He damn near screams as he cums inside of you without warning, your orgasm triggering his. M cums at the same time he does, filling your mouth with a load, letting out a long swear and a moan of release he does so. 

You take both loads into your body, your mouth and pussy filled to the brim with cum. Salt coats your tastebuds as M shoots his cum down your throat, the load so big that it drips out of your mouth. M tuts, wiping the corners of your mouth. “Nasty girl,” he sighs. “Can’t even clean up after yourself.” 

Mahito sighs, his thrusts coming to a sloppy halt as exhaustion hits him. He doesn’t pull out of you though. Instead, he stays inside of you, wanting to plug his cum inside of you as much as he can. “Atta girl,” he pants. “Take my cum. Can’t let all of it drip out of you.” 

You whimper, feeling warm and full. Slowly, your boyfriend pulls out and groans at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. “Now we all know you’re mine,” he sighs, satisfied. “Any objections, brother?” 

M giggles from beside you. “Not at all,” he replies. “Though it was a treat seein’ you fuck this slut out of her mind. Maybe I should play pranks on you more often.” 

“Whatever,” Mahito huffs and you see him roll his gray-blue eyes in your head. “Move out of the way so I can attend to my girl.” M does as he says, scooting out of the way so Mohito can take the blindfold off of you. 

Your eyes take some time to adjust, your vision blurry, but once it’s clear, seeing your man’s face for the first time after some time in darkness is a beautiful thing to behold. He smiles at you, proud of you for taking them so well and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Now you know to pay attention, don’t you, sweetie?” he whispers against the crown of your head. 

Silently, you nod, and receive kisses on the cheeks from both twins, all forgiven…until the orgasms fade, that is. You know you’ll be jumping down Mahito’s throat for not letting you know about his secret twin, and he knows it too. 

But for now, the afterglow and getting sandwiched between the two sexy twins for a snuggle are all that matter. 

THE END.

[inell]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

🥳🥳🥳 I just now wrote ‘The End’ in my Buddie Ghost Hunters AU doc file. The rough draft is officially complete! 10 chapters and 73k as of right now. I have a title and summary. I feel like celebrating! I can’t wait to share it with y’all! I kind of love this little AU universe.

I was tagged by @diazheartsbuckley @dangerpronebuddie & @rosieposiepuddingnpie so here is a snippet! Sorry it’s so late, but I wanted to finish!

“I think Manteo stressed all of us out,” Buck agrees, chuckling as he shakes his head. “The storm and the delays threw everything out of balance, and we’re just trying to get our equilibrium back. I do want to go on record, though, that Lucy is not ever going to ride with us. I can handle Ravi, he’s like an annoying younger brother, but she’s just annoying period.”

“I thought you liked her when she started working with us,” Eddie points out. During his thinking time, he quickly realized that Buck’s jealous of Lucy, but he hasn’t been able to test out his theory yet. Now, maybe he can poke a little and see if he’s right. “You said ‘that’s one cool lady’, didn’t you?”

“That was before we spent weeks traveling with her,” Buck mutters, slowing down and turning on his blinker. “She’s handsy and loud and teases too much in, like, a familiar way when she doesn’t know us that well yet. And, I don’t care what you say, I know she’s trying to recruit you into some kind of sordid threesome with her and her wife. She’s always hanging off of you and touching your hair and calling you her favorite. Not to mention the photo she sent in chat last night. That was just inappropriate.”

“Okay, so, tell me something. What the hell did that photo even mean? Was she saying I was sweet like the cake? Or did she really think she saw me in the reflection of the window or something?” Eddie asks, blurting it out because he trusts Buck not to make too much fun of him for not getting the reference. “Also, you’re just jealous, Buck, but you have no reason to be because I’m not interested in sordid threesomes with anyone. I don’t like to share.”

“Seriously?” Buck turns to stare at him for a full ten seconds before he starts laughing. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, so stop sulking. I’m just laughing because you’re adorable. I’m pretty damn crazy about you and your old man knowledge of urban slang.” Buck swats his hand away when Eddie reaches over to poke his ribs. “Cake is another word for ass. She was saying that the stacked cake resembles your butt, Eddie. Because you could have been the inspiration for Sir Mix-a-Lot if you’d been born, like, two decades earlier.”

“Jesus, she’s a terror. She’s worse than a younger sister,” Eddie says, blushing as he realizes that his entire team knows Lucy thinks he’s got a stacked ass. Not only that, but half of them laughed at the image, which means they must either find it funny or agree. “I actually understood your ‘Baby Got Back’ reference, by the way. I’m not an old man without any pop culture knowledge. I just don’t keep up with slang because I’m a single parent in my thirties with more important things to keep in my head than useless knowledge about butts.”

“More important things, huh?” Buck says. “I don’t know what’s more important than your ass, but maybe I just have different priorities. I love to eat cake, after all.” He winks at Eddie, his lips curling into a sexy smirk that makes him forget what they’re talking about for a moment. “As for Lucy acting like a big sister, I can say that Maddie has never once said that I have a stacked ass. In fact, she’d probably be as grossed out as I am at the very idea of it. But, to Lucy’s credit, your ass is a work of art, as I’ve said numerous times since we met, and I can’t really even blame her for appreciating it.”

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[midnight-mourning]

1000 kudos/100 Follower Special!

wow so um, there’s a LOT of you now

👀👀👀

WHERE DID Y'ALL EVEN COME FROM LIKE?? HI!! 👋👋👋

AND ALSO

THIS???? CRAZY, incredibly appreciated <3 but also wild

anyway, I think that deserves celebrating! So, here’s a couple ideas I came up with for y’all to vote on, with the option of sharing other ideas in the comments, I’ll do the top two and save the others for the next milestone :)

If the 'other' option gets the most/second most votes, I'll do another poll with ideas that people suggested and we'll go from there. You can scroll down and click the read more if you'd like more info on each option! SO, having said all that:

Letting you guys make the call with this one! I have stuff prepped for all of it, just a matter of people voting since this is ME showing my appreciation to YOU. And again, next milestone will have the opportunity for the other choices :)

Also, this isn't just for followers/the moots either! Anyone is welcome to vote and participate if they'd like to 💙💙

Please also feel free to ask questions in the comments if that helps you with voting! Can't wait to see what you guys pick :D

I will expand on each option here for clarity in your decision making:

CS one-shot: I will write a one-shot (3,000-5,000 words prob) based in the CS universe. It will be canon to the fic but will never be mentioned/referenced in the fic itself so stand alone to read. It may be a future scene, may be based somewhere in the current timeline. Open to ideas on the POV and such (though I have some floating around that I can do ;))

Q&A/Ask the Cast: a classic, I know my ask box is open but here's also a clear chance to ask something that you've been really curious about! I won't share spoilers for the story, but everything else is on the table, including stuff about me, writing etc. Just no super personal questions is all! Additionally, you can ask the cast questions and answers will be in character, perhaps with a little doodle as well ^-^

Finished refs/busts for the cast of CS: I'll post the finished versions of the rough sketches I shared a few months ago, along with the remainder of the cast! This includes the rest of the engineering team, the division heads, the glamrocks, and the DCA! I also will include little blurbs for all the characters as well. This will probably happen eventually anyway BUT if you want them sooner rather than later this is you're chance if you're curious :)

Spooky Season one-shot: something halloween-related that again I'm open to ideas for! Would also be about 3,000-5,000 words in length, could be related to CS or not

Writing Requests: similar to the requests I did for reveal day, same rules apply (no nsfw, suggestive is fine, be specific if you want specific) but a little longer in length (500-1000 words)

Doodle requests: I provide you with a little drawing I made with tender love and care (would be lined, colored, shaded, etc.)

A peek into the drafts: I do in fact have a couple other fic ideas floating around in my brain that I simply haven't started so that I don't get bogged down/focus on CS. I would share those and a little bit of concept art

Other: explained above

[hawkcoyote]

Let’s talk Tennis

Now this is the tennis fan in me taking things a little too seriously. But as I continue to think about Challengers and I have rewatched the film again, I’m kinda looking at Tashi a little bit side ways. One thing people always talk about is how Tashi coulda/shoulda/woulda been this amazing player had she not been injured. And it’s not to say she wouldn’t have been. But she’s never actually had to put her money where her mouth is. And her being a great tennis coach for Art does not mean she could have been a major contender in her own career. I mean how good of a player was Richard Williams? Honestly, most of these coaches don’t have anything to their name. It’s a little convenient she got injured right before she actually had to make the transition. We never actually get to see whether or not Tashi had what it takes. We are all supposed to believe that because someone she beat in the junior league means she would have been on top. That’s not how tennis works. But she can forever believe that she was robbed of greatness based on her results in the junior league and college. Like okay…. And it’s like sis could have been proven herself. She wants to be the goat, but the goats were out there winning slams or at least coming close at her age. While she was playing against players she can easily crush.

So my theory is that Tashi prioritized attention over tennis. She liked being the big fish in a small pond. She liked being seen as special. That’s why her fight with Patrick rattled her so much. The idea that she’s not special affected her so much it breaks her knee and ends her tennis career. Does she really have the mental toughness to actually be a good tennis player? Idk. Cuz to me, she prioritized her ego over tennis. It cost her dearly, which is why I feel like she can’t feel satisfaction over what she’s actually accomplished. Because when she was playing tennis, her main focus wasn’t really tennis. She didn’t want her only skill in life to be tennis. She chose going to college over her tennis career because of education and branding!! To me her commitment to the sport only really showed its head after her accident. She was even being dodgy about going pro when she was playing at Stanford. Tashi is too stuck on what’s she’s lost, and she allows it to overshadow the fact that she did want other things. There were other things that were important to her and might have even been more important than tennis.

Also as much as what happened to Tashi breaks my heart, I wished folks stopped downplaying what she was able to accomplish. Only Tashi is allowed to do that, and it is very much a character flaw of hers. Because as a tennis fan, I don’t think y’all understanding why Tashi can be right alongside Art in the Aston Martin campaign. Because you have this 20-something year old girl coaching her boyfriend into winning titles and slams?!? Are you kidding me?!? Women don’t even be having female coaches like that! Please!!! A young biracial/black woman coaching her white husband into being one greatest American male tennis player’s we’ve seen since Pete Sampras and Andre Agassi?!? The last American man to win a grand slam was Andy Roddick! Especially when you factor in her story. You think folks wouldn’t eat that up? Hollywood would be making a movie about her!!! She’s gonna be the one making book deals!! She would be the reason why the GP would even know or talk about Art. And the best thing about it is that Art would completely feed into it and hype it up.

And folks be disrespecting Art too much. Calling that man a mediocre player. First off, he was a finalist in the junior grand slam alongside Patrick. There’s also nothing mediocre about winning six grand slams guys. And who even knows how many titles he has. So why folks acting like he wasn’t a great tennis player is crazy to me. Only Art gets to believe that he’s not as talented as Tashi and Patrick. This is very much a character flaw. He is a great tennis player, he just struggles to believe it because he has such a low self esteem. Tashi from the jump thought he was a good player. Art just didn’t have the confidence because he’s bisexual and hates himself. He just assumes people are better than him because they have what he lacks within himself. The idea that he couldn’t be a big tennis star without Tashi’s coaching is silly to me. Congratulations, he has a great tennis coach! Most athletes need great coaching to get them where they need to go especially when performing at that high level. I don’t think Tashi is so singular that Art couldn’t find someone else to coach him to grand slams, the only reason why he couldn’t win is because he needs Tashi in order to give a damn. So all folks are really saying is that man was able to win all those titles just to please his wife. Y’all that’s absolutely nuts. Seriously imagine the monster Art would be if he did care? So in conclusion, we are kinda feeding into both Tashi’s and Art’s delusions. We have no way of determining if Tashi would have been a great professional player. Just because her junior league rival is a tennis star four years after the fact does not mean Tashi would have been huge. We are being a little bit delusional. And Art is not a mediocre player. Because even if we like to pretend that the junior league is a measure of talent, Art was literally right along side Patrick. Like he was the second best player in that tournament, that’s not mediocrity…. Art just deludes himself into thinking he’s not great because he hates himself.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

ur fav old car 3 2 1 go

THANK you for asking this is gonna be so fun (for me. And hopefully you. Idk if everyone else really wants to hear this but that’s their problem now)

It’s a tough question tho, ‘cuz there’s so many I like that it’s hard to say! Here’s a few in no particular order- but again I like a lotta old cars so it’s not gonna be an exhaustive list

(also btw none of the pics here are mine lol- every time I see a classic car I like irl, I always seem to be driving myself so I never can get good pics 😭)

The late 50s T-bird (I’m not crazy about the color of this one but hey it’s still really cool- dig the porthole window in the back)

2. The ‘67 Impala (fun dumb fact about me- I carry a toy impala in my school bag. When I get bored in class I take it out and either try to draw it or roll it at my friends to bug them)

3. Some early ‘70s Datsuns! These are harder for me to classify ‘cuz the models are given numbers, not traditional names, and I don’t always do so good with numbers lol. I think this one’s a ‘72 240C. But w/ these it’s not so much a specific model I like- I just like the vibes of most of the ones that look like this. (I saw one sorta like this one at a motor show once, I wish I had gotten a better picture- but I didn’t so take this one I found online lol)

4. The ‘58 Plymouth Fury- Very “Christine”, I know, but I can’t help it, she’s such a great lookin car holy hell. Plus I liked Plymouth furies before I knew they had anything to do with Stephen King ok (Funnily enough, a week or so before I wound up reading “Christine”, I saw one of these in a Dairy Queen parking lot. Me and my buddy got so hyped about it that I momentarily forgot that my kid brother had just dropped his melting cherry dipped cone directly onto my shorts)

Okay, that’s probably enough for now because tbh I’ve been having so much fun thinking about this that I’m about half an hour late for working out- There’s a lot more old cars that I adore and could ramble on about for hours, but I’d better wrap this up before I get more late/it gets too long lol. Thanks so much for asking!!

(And sorry to all y’all who follow me for art lol- what can I say, I may like to draw but I am still a teenage dude… I’m ✨multifaceted ✨)

[nanoa1foryou]

Putting my thoughts into order. This is not me anslysong the music video but breaking down what thoughts it awoke in me.

Käärojä being escorted into the mv in a crate at the start is one hell of an objectification metaphor if you wanna go for it. On the other hand, him running off to crazy party with Tommy is him taking control of his brand and image, refusing to let himself be reduced to that which people see him as.

Even so, you can also see it as the manic frustration with not being given a break, even from something as fun as partying. There is no escaping the neon lights in the box. So it could also be seen as that. The lack of control.

And then of course the fact that it’s the baldies, Jere’s close friends freeing him. It’s those close connections that keep your head on your shoulders during tough times. They remind you who you really are, not just what people see you as.

And it’s an acknowledgement of the fact they’re a team, and that while Käärijä may be alone in the box, he’s by no means doing any of this alone.

And if you really want to make a case for symbolisim, consider that actively hunting and killing for sport is to show the other side of that coin. That is what it feels like, to be reduced to nothing but the wants and whims of others. A really violent image, sure, but can you say it’s inaccurate.

But also it’s clearly happening on farmgrounds with Tommy as the farmer, so you could say that by pushing artists’ boundaries and treating them like they’re for your consumption won’t end well.

And I made the joke about hunting fangirls for sport before, but that still stands. You could also consider it as a metaphor for taking that control from fans. Krijä has proven time and time again that he knows what his most intense fans go crazy for and that he has the power to do what he wants with it. This is not a bad thing, just a consideration that he is really smart about his public image and what he does to drive the fans.

And then you can consider the freedom of partying on the back of a truck, ready to go anywhere, do anything. So it ends with them picking a new direction, albeit a much darker one.

None of this is anything other than interpretation btw. This is just to show y’all that that funny music video can be funny but if you want you can also dig a lot out of it. These might not be the ideas intended with it, but good art can evoke a lot of emotions and thoughts that were unintentional. And a great way to enjoy something is to consider what it makes you feel and why. A lot of the images are uncomfortable on their own, but the ideas they put in your head can be worse.

At the same time this is just a silly mv that I really personally love and will be looping for the forseeable future. Also it was boring me to death to see people just go ”the song/mv is a metaphor for his esc fame trapping him” without digging any deeper. Why do you think that? What more do you think it could be?

And of course the biggest accomplishment of this mv is that this is a mainstream huge Finnish artist doing something crazy his own way. And that it’s so so fun. Like there is silly dancing and funny gags and it’s crazy and it’s party. It’s not that deep, and it’s still so so good! What more could you want?

[dungeons-and-dictions]

It’s Analysis Friday about precisely why Hazbin Hotel is such a stand out.

But first - this is probably my last Hazbin Hotel-related analysis until the next season; give me asks during this long dry spell!

Why on this specific topic? Because I’m tired.

Y’all.

Listen.

I’m all for subjectivity. People can just like or dislike things regardless of quality. Heck, I know Helluva Boss is part of the Hazbin world, but it gives me too much cringe and vicarious embarrassment to handle.

(Yeah, I’m weird. I know)

But I keep hearing people say Hazbin Hotel is mid or just relying on hype.

Those are fighting words!

We are getting quality on par with Disney movies for a tv series!

That’s crazy! Let’s break it down.

Musical numbers

Talented singers play the main crew. Stephanie Beatrix plays Mirabel Madrigal, Kimiko plays Izzy, etc.

There were 2 songs per episode! And because it is truly perfect for a musical, we even get thematic reprises and callbacks!

Does anyone recall when similar things have happened in animation? MLP:FiM had a glorious episode that was ALL musical with a reprise. That’s all I have at this scale outside of Disney.

Characters

I’ve always known Vivzie to put thought into her work, and this shines through so well in Hazbin.

Lucifer’s depression is similar to my own

Angel’s gradual changes and struggles are realistic

Charlie’s breed of passion is the same as mine in my career

Alastor’s extremely manipulative yet we all love him

Velvette had one of the best formal character intros I’ve seen in a long time

Hazbin Hotel works really hard to get away from stereotypes, and dives in past superficial traits.

Also, we get things like Valentino sounding like he’s squeaking because moths squeak. We don’t need these things!

Animation

You know what else we don’t need?

Airplane arms!

Complicated dance moves!

Cute leg swishies with cuter sound effects?

Every second you see is 10+ frames traditionally. (Idk the studio’s technical details). That’s wild to add in these complicated extra details! And they flow so nicely! This level of quality for 2D (and honestly 3D too most of the time) is unheard of in the West nowadays.

And on that, western adult animated shows typically are so poorly made, especially in the art. Even the few I have seen that have okay stories to tell absolutely stink in terms of visuals and movement.

Story

Yeah, this is the biggest weakness Hazbin Hotel has, no doubt. The story is actually an incredible premise, and truly done pretty well within the awful time constraints. I think everyone is valid in saying it was far too fast! Hopefully we get more (or longer) episodes in upcoming seasons.

But at the same time, this is also the nature of musicals. If you think this is fast, don’t watch the Les Miserables musical where everyone only sings. Idk why, but singing the entire time makes everything seem like you’re in a race car on autopilot.

Don’t forget; the symbolism just drips out of the screen in this show. The fact that I could still do more analyses even now is a testament to that with all the content I have done since it aired. Vivienne goes hard on the details.

But put yourself in Vivzie’s shoes. You do the impossible, shot for the moon while hoping for maybe the top of a 5-story building, and you were offered the stars. Your project has been a part of who you are before you even went to university, and a major company gives you a way to bring it to life? Why wouldn’t you settle for this good of a deal?

Innovation

People do not bring up often enough that Vivienne broke a glass ceiling separate from that of gender. She showed that YouTube animations can be taken seriously, and even be aired.

In this age, the Saturday morning cartoon blocks I grew up with no longer exist. There were tons of great shows, and I could talk with other kids about it. Nestled within these weekends were shows that ran short pilot episodes for potential series. The last time I saw one was Adventure Time’s pilot.

It’s been a whiiiiiiile.

So having a cutesy little indie pilot animation amongst thousands on YouTube be such high quality and get a mainstream platform? Spindlehorse made history!

Moreso, Helluva Boss is also demonstrating the capacity of indie studios like never before - and what may pave the way for the future of animation too.

Out of all the animated series running on YouTube, Glitch is the only creator who does 3D that I am aware of. Even Glitch’s work has only started within the past few years, ie after Vivienne managed the impossible.

So please, stop complaining about subjective parts so much. Hazbin Hotel objectively has some of the highest craftsmanship in western animation.

We are blessed that Vivienne’s dream has come true in such a glorious manner. When I discovered her back in 2012, I couldn’t have guessed the pilot would be so successful, nor that it would change what was possible for animation!

[ultradespairsara]

Omg I got you:

I said something like uh,.. why is the DANGANRONPA fandom so obsessed with nagito?? Is it the mental illness? Did y’all traumabond with that mfer or something? He’s not the most popular (which fair junko is just there.) but I think he has such a strong dedicated fanbase, (I need to know bc I want to be a great cult leader (/j)

sorry if the tone is different or I skipped something I wrote that a few hours ago and now it’s 5 am and I still haven’t slept lol <3 love ur art though <3

OKAY. I honestly ask myself this question everyday. I have to admit I'm biased because I find Nagito extremely attractive, but I am going to try to explain why I do so.

I'm absolutely obsessed with anti-villains. He's a perfect example of it. He also kinda fits the Byronic hero stereotype which is my favorite trope in the world: this tormented, highly intelligent, charismatic outsider with a dark past and self-destructive tendencies. His character is based on the contrast between many aspects of his life: his lucky-unlucky cicle, hope and despair, his sudden changes in personality and the way he treats people. I love how he seems so unpredictable and crazy yet has such consistent and strong ideals. It's also the contrast between his "bishounen", beautiful boy, pure and innocent appearance and how fucking nuts he actually is.

I think part of what makes him so attractive to people is how servicial he is and how he treats the others students as superior (the writers knew exactly what they were doing when they wrote him to be a servant in UDG). His self deprecating and masochistic tendencies are really hot, especially because HE'S SO DAMN INTELLIGENT AND BEAUTIFUL AND DOESNT EVEN REALIZE IT.

Setting his attractiveness aside. He's such an interesting character and a perfect villain for a sequel. In THH, Byakuya torments everyone for his own selfish desires. Nagito torments himself for everyone else's. He knows that in the situation they're in, people need a common enemy to stick together and he is willing to sacrifice himself to be that.

Personally I don't relate to him at all except for the fact that he's a control freak lmao (I don't understand how someone could ever relate to him and I am scared of his kinnies)

Even after saying all this, I feel like I can't quite put my finger around why I love him so much. He has and aura of mystery about him... You never know if he's a good or a bad person, if his actions are justified, and it drives me CRAZY. I love discovering new things about him and understanding him a little better everytime I replay the game.

In conclusion, I think it's that duality what makes him so charming to most people. I tried to keep this as short as I could and it's really messy but I'll probably write more about it, or make a video essay or something lol. Thanks for liking the art and asking the question !!! ❤️

[halfmaskshadow]

God isn’t ready for my new Video Game Conspiracy™ (and neither is my friend group, unfortunately) but maybe y’all are

(btw this is like a full essay so I’m adding a break)

Okay so Kingdom Hearts characters are often based on established Final Fantasy characters, right?

This is really obvious is some cases, like with Wakka, Tidus, and Selphie basically being directly ripped from their respective games and given island kid reskins

Or with Leon/Squall, Yuffie, Aerith, Cid, Cloud, and Sephiroth all being given reworked backstories and put in

But sometimes the inspiration is more subtle

Like with Larxene/Elrena being inspired by Elena

(Note the tie on Elrena and the EXTREMELY similar names)

Or with Axel presumably being based off of Reno, even being given a similar personality

And how they’re all part of shady organizations with a set uniform, vaguely spy inspired tactics, and unique weapons

(Also the orgs while “finding hearts and changing names because they feel like they changed too much kind of ties into some of ff7’s overall themes of identity and the way your allies/friends/family change the way you perceive yourself but that isn’t super important to this discussion)

What is important is this:

Look at Grimoire. Note Grimoire’s center part, long-ish hair, and the way his chin juts out a little. Puzzle over the fact that he’s a scientist adjacent. Let it stew in your brain for a bit

Now look at young Vincent. Look at the way his hair lays on his face. Look at his silhouette

These two remind you of anyone?

BOOM

Now any viewer hearing this might say “man they’re reaching. The evidence seems pretty superficial,” too which I say…. You know what that is totally fair. But rationally only stops me a quarter of the time and this is not that

Now we all know KH is Nomura’s baby, so he presumably did most of not all of the character designs. He’s also well known for doing the big character designs in Final Fantasy 7, so it doesn’t seem implausible for him to have taken some inspirations

Additionally, Re:Chain of Memories came out around a year after Dirge of Cerberus

(Original CoM came out like 2 years before, but it was in pixel art, and it isn’t crazy to claim they were in development/early concept at the same time. And who know, maybe Grimoire was based in Vexen/Even and not the other way around)

(The rest of this post is just extra info so you can skip it if you want)

I omitted adult Ienzo because he’s only in Unreal, and the switch had some pretty big facial structure changes for the org, as exemplified by Luxord

Also it might just be that older men were just Modeled Like That™ but it doesn’t really apply to the other org members so who knows

Anyway here’s a gallery of images that were omitted because they are either in totally different engines or just not relevant bcuz of time period

Anyway all this is to say there’s a decent chance Ienzo will look like THIS

in a future game

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[paytato435]

“I don’t care, I haven’t snuck out like this in weeks!” Donnie answered before turning and flipping dramatically into the shadows. He scuttled along the wall like a bug until he could peak around the next corner. Tim just casually walked along behind him.

Chapter art for Chapter 10 of Snapper and Stinkpot, THE BUG.

Timothy belongs to @/PineTreeVillain (I linked him on the actual fanfic chapter, not sure what the proper etiquette here is, lol)

Also fun fact, the reference art I used to draw Tim had him with a chain hanging from his jeans, but I literally drew Angel with a chain on hers last week so I switched it up and gave him a little keychain instead. His keyfob is the same as my car. Would Tim drive a Miata? I don't fucking know. Gave him a Septic Sam too to match the t-shirt (of himself?) he wears, hee hee.

Y’all it took 10 chapters but we are here! The plot is plotting, the art is arting, I am so happy with what I have putting out on this silly blog for the last two months, it’s been fucking crazy. I’ve never done fan art or written anything this substantial ever, it is so creatively fulfilling and I just want to thank everyone who likes and reblogs these posts because y’all have no idea how fucking excited I get when I get feedback on it. I’ve never been more happy in my life, no fucking lie. Thank you so so much, but especially to @lizardlover67 , @entspiderty , @spl00n , @theosb0rnway , @allyheart707 and @caaaaaww for being so supportive in my art journey.

Gonna blab about the art now for a moment because I want to! I cannot believe it took me this long to post art about Donatello. He is the 10/10 the best turtle, and all I have to show my love is a handful of stupid doodles from over a week ago. It's probably a crime, honestly. I need to draw him more; him and Raph, their heads just give me so much trouble idk what it is, but I haven't figured them out yet. I have more trouble drawing Donnie than I did Tim and this is literally the second time I've drawn Tim (and the first was just a dumbass doodle I never posted lmao.) I have a bunch of alternate art that I had drafted up for this that will come out later this week, as well as a draft comic I never posted where April was breaking into the school with Donnie instead. And... I'm sure I've probably said enough now. It's late, and I gotta write chapter twelve or something, idk (this is a scheduled post).

I love it here, hope y’all have a wonderful day. 🥹

[its-been-rose]

May I ask who your headcannon couples are(or like who you think can work together?) and what trope they all are? AHHHHHHH I very much love your art btw!

Okay so I’m going to assume you’re referring to my Killer Frequency headcanons because I’m a KF blog so here goes

Also THANK YOU!! That means so much!!! I really do appreciate the support!

My headcanon couples range from practically canon to lmao what if.

The first couple is Marie and George. Yes, they’re canon, but lemme explain my headcanons for their dynamic. So basically they were originally the jock x nerd stereotype, but instead of Marie being that quiet geeky stereotype, Marie was excitable, energetic and peppy. George was quite shy around most other people except for people he knew, and really came out of his shell around her (and also around Jason whom he knew well). She was big into theater and suggested he try out for the play and he did and he found out he loved it so they just became a pair of little geeks in love doing everything together and not caring what other people were doing. But he still loved sports obviously and we all know how that ended up.

Next down is Leslie x Sara (the Deputy). Y’all you cannot tell me they do not have a thing. The way Leslie got flustered when she got caught calling Sara by her first name—— aaaaaaaaa. Ok so I think their dynamic would be like they’d both try to act super cool and professional but would just end up flirting constantly at work like a bunch of idiots lol. They’d each try to impress the other and they’d find it super cute.

Further down in the lmao what if category we’ve got Forrest and Sandra. This is only here because I thought the scene of Forrest aggressively trying to slide into Sandra’s DMs was HILARIOUS and they’re both older and I think they deserve each other lmao. Their dynamic would be like Forrest is the black cat and Sandra is the golden retriever. She needs someone to chill her out and he needs someone to put some fun in his life that’s NOT just sarcastically quipping at everything lol.

Next down is Eugene and Carrie. I don’t really have much evidence for this except for the fact that they both got hunted and maybe could like bond over their experiences lol. Idk I just think Eugene deserves a nice girl who will give him the time of day, and Carrie deserves a nice boy who won’t prank her (or go along with said prank) and will treat her RIGHT.

Other than that uhhhh maybe like Peggy and Ricky??? Maybe??? I don’t really see much of a romance there but like at least platonically they’d DEFINITELY be buddies. Also the age gap is a little big but also they’re both well into adulthood and it’s not CRAZY big like Forrest and Peggy would be and also there’s no power imbalance cuz they’re both kinda doing their own thing. Idk. Would Max like a step mom?

Feel free to chime in with your headcanons or pairings either anonymously in the asks or in the comments and we can chat about it lollll

[violetsvisions77]

The Return

What has it been, like 15 years since I’ve last posted on Tumblr AND painted!?

Whack…

I can’t say I know this platform that much anymore, and I’m due for a refresh (or crash course, all them veteran Tumblrers share your wisdom to fill me in if I’ve missed much).

Ngl. Writing this makes me feel old, I’m 34 by the way (since we’re doing introductions now?). I guess that is old in internet years. I know the zoomers think I’m a living relic, anyway.

Hey I survived Y2K, Ebola and really traumatically cruel 90’s Christian school teachers (IYKYK)

Anywho.

Where have I been these last 15 years?

Other than opening and then closing a business during the pandemic and nursing that wound, I think my last profile/posts (that no longer exist, hopefully) involved my broken engagement, that then turned into a bro-code breaking wet dream dating the best friend for 5 more years, that I’m still getting therapy for today. Love

Yeah. Love the whimsy of betrayal, lies and dudes manipulating naive hopeless romantic girls, who desperately needed confidence way more dick.

Oh… welcome to my tumblr 🥴😉

You’ll see a lot of rage-induced, ADHD fueled ramblings here with lots of other colorful sprinklings catapulted into the mix (y’know, kinda how the name Technicolor Ramblings implies). Not colorful how you think tho. Literally I’m an indigenous hairdresser and artist: Tater-baters and red hat brigaders leave wake (in fact take that lil Mayflower ass back on that sailing the ocean blue bullshit outta here and hope the killer whales getchu along the way too)

Anyway. Where were we?

Oh yeah, my hummingbird painting. Because like, that’s here so let’s talk about that instead of your daily dose of post-pandemic rantings and landback diatribes…

Right, so, this painting that’s not finished yet. It’s a Walela (Hummingbird in Cherokee. Yes I’m Tsalagi). The flowers all have meaning I’ll speak of later, but in short my life, more or less, has been saved by birds. My body has tried to kill me so many times, but picking up the simple hobby (should be something we all do, btw) of feeding birds and nectar-feeders has honestly saved my life and refocused my depresso messo of a fucked up mind.

My ancestors reminded me that I was here to be a steward. I have gifts. Feeding the birds and punishing the squirrels with spicy bird feed when they knock my cardinals off the feeder was my path in life (fr can we talk about what antagonistic little bitches squirrels can be?) Just joking… I’m indigenous, I love all animals and those lil fuckers do make me chuckle from time to time…

Lmao, okay okay, back to my sad sap story-turned influencer Tedtalk blog:

(Fr tho) I almost forgot myself, but the birds reminded me. I’m compassionate, I’m vibrant, I’m a work of art. I’m also crazy- like legit can’t keep my train of thought worth of shit, whatever the hell that means… (for laymen’s terms; I’m a bird brain)… but I’m me. An air sign, and an observer of nature, an indigenous woman who hails from descendants of Anitsiskwa (bird clan). Birds show me who I am. Weird little shits, but beautiful and so very valuable to our ecosystem. Each have their unique call(ing), colors, and purpose in this world.

And to be real, we waste so much of our own air chasing ideas of ourselves that’s based off others. We spoil so much of our own magic when we don’t love ourselves enough to foster the gifts we were given, that is MEANT to be shared

Magic. Yeah, Harry ain’t the only wizard here.

We each have our own rizz, y’all.

Mine is to feel, create and share, like many artists. That’s why it’s a blessing I can paint this Walela after a 15 year art hiatus. It’s my gift to share from the magic I contain.

Our experiences are meant to be the wisdom we learn from.

Our experiences were meant to heal.

And the experiences we foster into gifts of wisdom and art, are how we heal ourselves and others. It’s all tied together.

I feel like I haven’t always been good at that, using my experiences and turning into gifts to share. But with enough conviction, life is about second and third chances. So… with limited resources from our broken bird brain, we’re off into the races, my friends. I’m here to find, foster and share my colorful, weird and flighty magic again.

So without further ado as the Tumblr curtains open once again: I hope, if you done did the stumbler upon my Tumblr, you enjoy my own personal magic ✨

(It’s batshit crazy)

🥴😘

[fauvestictragedy]

this isnt au stuff mb but im just so hyped someone is actually in the room fandom!!!! i recently just binged all 4 games (recently as in finished 4 like 30 minutes ago) bc of the summer sale making the bundle super cheap and it kills me how its story isnt more popular, especially for how old and iconic it is. i just wanted to say hi to a fellow room fan, and i would absolutely love to hear anything about your au you wanna share! have a good day!

Hello there, fellow fan.

Autism goes fucking insane man.

Something something random hyperfix on absolutely unspoken characters from the series: See, Dr. Beckett (his first name is Adam to me.)

The protagonist is actually just Trevor Pinerod, an old OC of mine, he just gets used as Tag because I could NOT be bothered to make a new character design. Anyways, as he is also a man with a medical degree, he’s homies with Beckett, and works with him, as the top doctor at a hospital, which Beckett now runs following what happened with Lucy Montfaucon. (fun fact: originally Trevor and Beckett were supposed to hate each other, but we got bored and now they are the best of friends. Take what you will with that. They be dropping the hardest lines of all time and oh my god they kill me ouuuuuugh)

Anyways, fun fact is that a lot of what I’m working with is built alongside @scylla-and-charybdis-posts and @balencia (Rose, and Deity.) !! We actually are just a few RPers who don’t know how we got here over the last two years.

Rose is responsible for a large portion of Dr. Beckett’s writing, and I just am the one who does the funny art. You’ll also occasionally see Rigby, Robert, or McAllister too, as I did designs for the last two like two days ago, and I just like Rigby. I also have Hirst, Montfaucon, Lucy, and Hydrus with designs, as well as Simon and A.S. Maggey has one but we actually know what she looks like 100% pretty much.

Anyways here’s your content. My asks are ALWAYS open for TR related thoughts, and I have a separate ask blog for my Pokémon AU!!

Thanks for reaching out man, I’m the only artist around the fandom 95% of the time, and I may be crazy but I gotta feed y’all one way or another.

- Les Fauves

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I HAVE COME /kicks door/ Hello there my dear friend :D its good to have you back /virtual hugs <3/

Anyways heres my question

Sooo the Tenshu gang know they cant go into the upper word /aka New York/ at daylight bc of the humans and stuff..... but what about the goverment? specific a certain person whose name starts /w B 👀 who by asares del destino just kidnapted the turtle fam and did experementions with them. How would the Tenshu gang react to that? :)

/also me wanting to make so many drawing of your books and ideas but doesnt have the time bc school *proceeds to cry*/

Thank you my friend it’s good to be back.

I eagerly await whatever beautiful art you are will to bestow upon me.

But here’s the thing. I always forget about Bishop’s existence.

I haven’t reached that part of 2003. When I do I will let you all know and I will have more feelings about it.

Honestly Rise is so different from it predecessors in that it is very bright. Yes they acknowledge the fact that Bee York won’t be cool with …. This whole situation.

But they are also the only turtles to really go to the surface in daylight. They are in cosplay which is a lot more common then in 2003. They also have a whole mystic city to explore.

Rise has a much lighter tone to it. It still has its big emotional moments and the characters still have depth. But just even in it’s color palette it is much lighter.

2003 is very dark. It opens with the purple dragon as street thugs robbing people in and armor car. I’m pretty sure they were ready to kill Casey bull publicly beating him in like episode five. It is grungy and fits the dark super hero tone of shoes from that era. It’s not bad, but by any means. It doesn’t shy away from the cruelties of the world and the horrors of being mutants.

Yes the show is fully ridiculous in moments. Everything with the aliens comes out of no where and yet perfectly fits. When you watch it your like. “Yes what wonderful plot development” but when I try to explain it to my brother I would like I’m on crack. I love it so much.

That being said. Bishop a government agent that is here to experiment in the turtles. How does he fit in. In 2003 I can totally see it. I’m not at the part yet but it makes sense in there dark world that someone like that would exist and eventually come after them.

In rise the tone is so light. It’s hard to pitcher him in the show. Now after the movie? Where the government comes in to collect the remaining Krang?

Ya I can see someone like this showing up. Maybe he is crazy conspiracy theories that no one took seriously until the aliens show up. Maybe the government has deals with the hidden city to ignore mutants in New York as long as they aren’t causing harm.

Cause that’s the other thing. Rise has a lot of mutants that are just running businesses and not hiding. Like Repo liturally change the name of his business to Repo Mantis. He’s not hiding. Neither is Todd.

I don’t think Bishop can be this big scare government agent because the rise government doesn���t seem to care that mutants are in the street.

But a fanatic with a YouTube Channel? Or even a scientist studying evolution? Think like the crazy dentist. (Who I want to tackle some day because what the heck? He wants to go after Raph and boy howdy at I going to make that happen)

If Bishop exist in the rise universe he has to be his own entity because again their government does not care.

I will let you know more once I get to his 2003 arch but if y’all got ideas let me know.