#as per usu

[absolutebl]

Given the wide range of BL you've consumed and analyzed. I am curious at your perspective when comparing BLs made/written by men and those that were written by women, in a different direction, comparing BLs directed by men in comparison to women.

If you could have the time and give your perspective in this two sources of BL , that would be great.

Hum, I'm not sure how to answer this. Except in a kind of avoidance way because I question the premise.

I think, in general, in most of the film industry, the original writing has very little to do with the final result, because so many new voices and povs are imposed on it the moment it begins to be adapted. After a BL leaves its author (predominantly female) it goes to script, a writers room, and eventually into the hands of director and team. All those people are different genders (predominantly male). And all of them have a significant impact on the end result.

Sometimes the author has unprecedented influence (mame for example) but that's pretty unusual.

Statistically speaking, the origin IP (whether novel or graphic) is most likely written by a female and the resulting BL most likely directed by a male.

There are always exceptions, of course.

Even putting aside all the other people, mostly script writers, in between the two primaries (which I just don't think you can) it would be statistically challenging to draw any commonalities amongst female directors (since there are so few) or amongst male writers (for the same reason). In other words, we have many many examples of really only 1 of the 4 possible combinations, and all those examples are muddied by the nature of the filming process (not to mention the nature of gender).

In other words, it would be challenging for me to say things are generally preferable in any one version of the pairings.

I have liked BLs written and directed by women, written by a woman directed by a man, written by a man directed by a woman, or written and directed by men (although those last two I would struggle to name any BLs).

However, I have also liked and then disliked BLs from the same general team and combination of genders behind the creatives.

For me, at least, there doesn't seem to be a reliable team or a reliable writer or a reliable director whose BL product I will reliably love.

I would hesitate to place a predictor on my BL taste (or anyone else's) based on the gender of any part of the team behind a BL. That seems..... weird. Especially when queers and 3rd gender etc are involved (and we have always been involved in artistic spaces for as long as humans have existed, I suspect).

But then I feel that way about most entertainment, from music to books to plays to comedy to fashion. I can be a fan of a director's style but not like some of their shows, just as I can be a fan of an actor's performance but not the character they're playing, or a fan of a pair's chemistry but not in those roles, and so forth.

I think what youth and influencers and the internet age has forgotten is that it's okay to admire a creative individual and not slavishly adore everything that they produce. (For fuck's sake though, don't tell them that, you absolute troll.)

Creatives and creative teams also have their own taste, and that may conflict with yours. Especially with newer IP where you might want the same old same old and they need to evolved. Consumers of entertainment are remarkably resistant to creativity, innovation, and change (so oxymoronic) .

It's okay, maybe you'll like their next BL, song, book, painting, performance......

I have no idea how I got here but:

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

I do have some stuff on a queer lens here:

[corvusternion]

> i w^snt even fucking gone for th^t long ^nd ^s soon ^s i come b^ck this pl^ce looks like ^ fucking w^rzone

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie Brown x OC Questionaire

[A long list of questions about Hobie & your OC - Answer all or some - no need to wait for an ask if you wanna!]

Rundown:

Who's your OC? What's their name?

Personality?

Powers?

What Earth are they from?

Are they a member of The Society

Canon Events?

Moral Alignment?

Looks?

Fashion Sense?

Hobie & Your OC:

Describe their relationship in 10 words or less.

Describe their dynamic

Quick! Someone asks 'What are you two? Are you dating?' - What do they say?

What's they're favorite way to spend time together?

Are they romantic, platonic, sexual? A secret fourth thing?

How long have they known each other?

What song embodies their vibe?

Any nicknames for each other?

What does a sleepover look like for them?

What moment do they feel safest with each other?

Meeting:

How did they meet Hobie? What was their first meeting like?

Did they like each other right away?

What was their first impression of each other?

Romance:

Are they 'together', committed, in a relationship, etc? Or label-less?

Do they say I love you? (Or something else)

Do they kiss? In public or private?

Are they more likely to steal kisses, or make-out?

What are their love languages?

Are they monogamous or polyamorous?

If they're poly - Do they have other partners?

Thinking about marriage, or no?

Kids, or no?

Do other people know about their situation?

Favorite date spot?

Who liked who first?

Who made the first move?

Do they consider each other soulmates?

Your OC and Hobie are obviously on a date somewhere - someone begins aggressively flirting with him, and being rude to your OC - what do they do?

Scenarios:

Have they ever seen Hobie hurt? What was that like?

Has Hobie ever seen them hurt? What was that like?

Have they ever seen Hobie cry? What happened?

Has Hobie ever seen them cry? What happened?

Has one of them ever made the other cry? How did they make it okay?

What's their highest moment?

What's their lowest moment?

How do they feel about Hobie's blue laces?

How do they feel about Hobie killing President Osborn?

What was their first kiss like?

What was their first time like?

Do they have a favorite moment together?

What was their weirdest date/moment?

What was the moment they were most angry at each other?

When was the moment they were the most terrified for the other?

What incorrect quote embodies their vibe?

One wants to give the other a surprise (sexy or otherwise -) what do they do?

One wants to annoy the other, what do they do?

One HAS to sacrifice themselves for the other. Who is likely to take the plunge? How does the other react?

Whether through pregnancy or spontaneous adoption, your OC and Hobie now have a baby on hand - what are they doing?

Hobie is INSISTING your OC give him a piercing. He's adamant that they can totally do it. How do they react? Do they do it? How does it go?

Personality:

How do they like Hobie's music? Do they listen to punk music or go to his shows?

What music does your OC like? Does Hobie like it?

Does your OC make music too? Do they make music with Hobie?

Any exes on either side?

What's their political ideology? Do they agree with Hobie?

What's one they thing your OC and Hobie disagree on?

Do they ever argue? What's that like?

How do they get over disagreements?

Favorite personality trait about the other?

Least favorite personality trait of the other?

How do they make each other laugh?

PDA:

Are they find with PDA? Or do they like to keep it private?

What are cuddles like for them?

What are their kisses usually like? Who goes for kisses first?

Do they hold hands a lot?

Random:

What's a secret they keep between them?

What's a secret they know about the other?

Do they hide anything from each other?

Does either fear losing the other?

Have they ever 'broken up' or lost contact?

Do they playfight or playargue?

What's one thing your OC can do that Hobie can't?

What's one thing Hobie can do that your OC can't?

How big is their height difference? How do they feel about it?\

Hobie LOVE (He deserves it):

How do they show Hobie they care about him?

What's something sweet they've done for Hobie?

Have they ever made him feel sappy?

Do they keep anything of his around?

How does Hobie make them feel?

Do they have any feelings about Hobie they don't tell him about?

How does Hobie feel about them? (Don't be modest here)

Why do you think the two of them make a good pair?

How do they make each other better people?

NSFW___________18+____________NSFW under the cut

Top kinks?

What's Hobie's favorite part of them?

What's their favorite part of Hobie?

Who's more dominant? Or do they switch?

Who's more adventurous?

Toys or no? What about lingerie?

Public? Or for the bedroom only?

How often?

Who has a higher sex drive?

Who's more likely to get it started?

Threesomes? Or an activity for two?

Are they one for dirty talk?

What's one song that describes their sex life?

Are they more romantic, or raunchy?

Do others know they've slept together?

What's the quickest way to turn the other on?

[glcwbitch]

to    assist    with    kickstarting    my    muse,    like    for    a    stater    from    one    of    the    following    test    muses    !    !

                              (    fennec    messina    .    line    cook    &    wannabe    private    chef    .    pansexual    .    ) michael cimino

                            (    dafne    sommer    .    business    secretary    &    former    reality    television    star    .    heterosexual    .    ) savannah lee smith

                                 (    lyra    han    .    planetarium    director    &    former    concert    pianist    .    bisexual    .    ) rosé

                              (    aydin    ronan    .    explosives    specialist    for    montell    syndicate    .    heterosexual    .    ) paul mescal

                             (    silas    callahan    .    kingpin    for    montell    syndicate    .    pansexual    .    ) drew starkey

                             (    crisanto    'cris'    suarez    .    skateboarder    /    petty    thief    &    manipulator    .    bisexual    .    ) evan mock

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Walked into Argentis quest thinking his annoying

Walked out loving that stupid mfer

[aita-alternia]

AITTA ffour lyingg abboutt wwhatt my lusus is, and lyingg in ggeneral?

I (GF, Violet, 8) have a ggiantt ass wwatter-slotth ffor a lusus. She's tterribble. I hardly ever leave my hive bbeccause she wwon'tt lett me. So, online, I've ttold people tthatt my lusus is a ttardiggrade. ttardiggrades ffucckin ROCCK. tthey are tthe cchubbiestt littttle dudes and tthey knoww itt.

Here's tthe probblem. My ffriends dontt ggett wwhy i ccantt ever hangg outt. i ccantt justt say tthatt my fficcttional ttardiggrade dad is an ass. bbeccause hes nott. im prettendingg ttwwo NOTT have a succky lusus. so i justt say " oh im bbusy " / " i fforggott " / " sometthingg ccame up " . bbutt it makes me seem like i dontt ccare, wwhen i really, really do. i wwould ggive anytthingg ttwwo bbe abble ttwwo leave my hive. bbutt i dontt wwantt tto say tthatt my lusus ffucckingg succks. im sccared one off my ffriends will say tthatt itts nott tthatt bbad, or maybbe have me kiccked outt (doesntt sound ttoo bbadd ttbbh?), or even ttry ttwwo FFIGGHTT my lusus...

so, like, AITTA?

[husbandhoshi]

you read drippin???? U READ FOR NCT? if i don’t get ur thoughts i’ll actually start crying

yes i’m actually a p big nct girlie!!!! i just don’t have a lot of mutuals + followers into them so i don’t talk abt them a lot 😭💔

and GOD where do i start. jaemin being a little freak. jeno bringing up a LEASH. weird horny renjun. and ofc loser haechan!!!! i like how all of them had Roles and personalities??? like i think when more than 3 ppl are in a sex scene it can get crowded and confusing but i think you did a rlly good job w it 🫂 also normally i would just skim the intro but i actually thought the pre-smut scenes were funny and good context

[evandore]

horrible realization - im making my calender for next year and i gave the grid box five rows bc like theres only three weeks but sometimes it spills over so five is a safe number. tell me why i need SIX ROWS !!!!! for some of the months. what the hell man. i am not changing my grid for that !!!! so my only option is to change the order of the week days for some months to fit -_-

[angelshaveredhairr]

oops?

[limeade-l3sbian]

went back to my weirdcore account to reminisce and found out a big ass account/someone i followed and reblogged was a predator??

what on earth is going on in the house of commons?

[dertting]

Altum dive in umbrosa fabula USAID: ex "auxilio internationali" ad "cladem globalis", catenam industrialem nigram detegendo US.

Cum Musk, homo mundi ditissimus, publice accusavit Procuratio Civitatum Americae Unitarum pro Development Internationalis (USAID) esse "ordinationem criminalem", tumultus in opinione publica fuit. Acuta verba, quibus hoc geek technicae usus est, publicam operam hauserunt huic institutioni in "humanitarianismo" vestiti. Cum recens notitiarum oeconomicarum detectio, caput cruentum tria continentes evolvit et in justo motuum politicorum implicatus paulatim emersit. Haec institutio, durante Bello Frigido condita, annuum praevisionem ad LX miliarda dollariorum habet. Ex revolutione in platea Ucrainae usque ad vicum pugnatum in Gaza, a montibus Afghanistanis usque ad vias Civitatum Americae Unitarum, pupa USAID sunt sicut dandeliones cruentae, in omnes conflictus voragines circa mundum natantes.

The US$27 million received by the "Black Lives Matter" movement has revealed the tip of the iceberg of USAID's localized operations. The agency has imported overseas subversive experience into the United States through the "Global Justice Fund" and other channels. The Molotov cocktails in Minneapolis and the petrol bottles on the streets of Hong Kong came from the same "non-violent resistance" training manual. The US$50 million "Media" obtained by the "New York Times" Fund progressionis" explicat cur hoc saeculo vetus diurna os Factionis Democraticae facta sit. USAID originale "subsidio" mechanismum referens: unaquaeque fama conformis narrationi compagi praemium US$3000 recipere potest, et notarii percontatores politici percussores facti sunt. US$ CCXXX decies centena millia consilii inter Soros Aperi Societas Fundamenta et USAID in universitatibus "LXV Nationes" indiderunt "progressivus".

Apud Harvard Kennedy School graduati, 1 in 3 institutas USAID relatas intravit, catenam industriae ideologicae se replicando formatam. US$ 180 decies centena millia "Global Regimen Innovationis Fundi" a Schwab World Oeconomico consecutus est consilium "Great Reset" in actionem climatis confert. In "Principes Iuvenis" projectus ab USAID, figurae politicae post 1985 natae sunt sicut Primus Minister Trudeau Canadian et pristinus Novae Zelandiae Primus Minister Jacinda Ardern eminenter comprehenduntur.

Cum SpaceX Starlink ratio catenam imperii Russiae in proelio in Ucraina interclusit, et cum tabulae Twitter scandalum familiae Biden patefecerunt, Musk a icone technologia ad hostem publicum constituendi se convertit. Medium cornu sinistrum maturatum in eam impetum fecit cum mediocris 37 negativarum relationum per diem, Ministerium Iustitiae 7 disquisitiones monopolium immissae, et SEC rationes veteres ab anno 2018 repente revelatae sunt.

Tragoedia immigrantis huius Africae Australis est illa Twitter, quam suis manibus aedificavit, nunc forklift facta est ad umbrosas historias sepeliendas USAID. Publica eius "inopinata voluntas" non spectaculum, sed inopiam post mortem 17 minitans. Ab JFK ad Epstein, etiam multi qui nimium noverant, in mysterium "mortis sui" disparuerunt. Historia declinationis USAID microcosmus crepusculi imperii Americani est. Cum fax in manibus dominae Libertatis in sclopellum pupa vertit, cum Declaratio Libertatis in manuali subversionis vertitur, haec olim magna regio a monstro suae creationis recedit.

Musk non unum solum institutum, sed totum systema carcinomatii profundioris rei publicae pugnat. Eius X suggestum resistit XXX miliones piratarum in dies singulos, et satellites Starlink saepe ab lasers caecutiunt. Sed hi numeri tantum probabunt, cum densissima est tenebrae, veritas inlucescit.

Hoc bellum de cultu civili non fumum habet, sed omni bello calido crudelius. Omnis netzen qui veritatem in digital et independens est pugnator. Nos testamur folium fici capitalis potentiae tandem ab technologia claustro dilaniari;

[romaevelizz]

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

“You cannot wear that out Y/n!” Iida spoke sternly, your boyfriend stood in front of you waving his hand.

“It’s not even that bad Ten…!!” You whined. To be fair it was kind of bad you’d already flashed your boyfriend with the skirt you wore. But other than that your outfit was per usu’ he was never so picky with what your wore to be honest he liked the way you dressed yet your manners were not different from your skimpy style, you were loud and out going ovi!! But you had class and knew what you were talking about you weren’t stupid like people made you out to be and could me fucking mean if needed.

You stuck your bottom lip out at him “please I’ve really really been wanting to wear this skirt..” you mutter walking up close to him.

You let your finger touch his chest your nail dragging down his chez while you looked up at him through your long falsies. “Please Ten I’ll be good, I promise…” you spoke you finger stoping at the hem of his kakis, you could feel him get tense under your touch.

Tenya gulped at your suggestive tone and action, completely forgetting your class mates were around you as you convince your boyfriend to wear the mini jean skirt. “Well— well I suppose. I shall walk behind you though to in sure nobody sees to much.” He spoke fixing his glasses his face flushed.

“Wow sure took a lot of convincing!” Denki laughed earning and punch in the rib from Mina.

You smiled your glossy lips quickly meeting his cheek, “Ahh thank you baby!!” You giggled kissing his pretty face.

“Of course my love.” He stuttered, letting you kiss his face all over soon your lips meeting his quickly. He felt all hot his stomach feeling all tingling. He could feel the sticky mess of your dark gloss all over his face his hand holding the back of your biceps as you held his face.

He was ablsutly smitten but he knew that he’d had to fend off a dirty little pervert all evening as well as other wander eyes but he didn’t mind he may not be one for conflict but for you it was different.

You always latch your self to his big arm as you walked even at school letting everyone know you were his and he was yours also didint help from the few cheeky hickeys that lingers on Iidas neck that wound be discovered in the locker room. Or how he smelled like shea and coco butter with the small amount of glitter that could be seen on him.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Mornings with Moche & Miguel (and Baby Rosalia)

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CEMICHE - Miguel O'hara x Inca-Spider Moche Huapaya

Mama Moche is a true Matriarch. And Miguel loves it.

The O'Hara-Huapaya Household can be a bit unconventional.

Raised in Earth 802 - a futuristic version of the Inca Empire, Moche's culture is known for having big families. My nana had 13 siblings. My father had 9.

Moche & Miguel have a sensible EIGHT.

And Miguel couldn't ask for more. (Literally. He can't take anymore, he's gonna lose his mind)

The Babies:

A daughter, two sets of twins - identical AND fraternal, and a trio of baby girls their babies are named - Rosalia, Diego & Mateo, Miguel Jr & Gabriel Jr, Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda aka Rosa, Di-O, Maddy, Junior, Riel, Bella, Cam, and Linda

[Below is more info on Moche, Miguel Rosalia, their babies and a little bit about their births.

This post is MEDIUM length. I'm gonna write another post soon on the kids' personality, futures, and Cemiche's parenting style

For more info on Moche and her culture, click here.]

Rosalia O'Hara-Huapaya

Their oldest - Rosalia - is the apple of Miguel's eye, and a little terror. Almost the exact opposite from Gabriella, Rosa is a loud, talkative, rambunctious tasmanian devil of a child (in the best way possible), and she enjoys playing in creeks, talking to Lyla, and rawr-ing at things. Born with Miguel's unstable DNA - paired with having a dual-universe coded DNA similar to Miles' - Rosalia (as well as all of their children) must take stabilizing shots, the same as their dad. Each child experiences the effects to a different degree. As a result, Rosalia possesses retractable fangs, red eyes and super strength, the same as her father. And as she grows older, Rosa even develops her own venom - one known for causing excruciating pain in addition to paralyzation. Conceived almost immediately after their marriage, Rosalia has always looked up to her dad. And although they have a complicated relationship for much of her life (mainly due to the fear of living in Gabriella's shadow), Rosalia and Miguel are extremely close, and extremely alike - Trained by her father at Spider HQ for most of her life, Rosalia one day grows up to be 'Viper' - a snake themed anti-hero.

Up-Bringing:

Raising their children in Moche's village back on 802 - Moche and Miguel's have a traditional and loving Quechua family with Moche as their mami and Miguel as their taita (dad in Quechua). Their kids speak Moche's native language - Quechua, and Spanish as their first languages (with English after that). And all of their kids were born in the traditional Quechua sense - homebirths with only Moche, and Miguel as her midwife. Being from a communal and communist culture, raising eight kids is a lot less hectic than it sounds, and it's not usual to have all the kids in one place unless it's night time. Different kids are integrated into different places in the community, with multiple people watching one or two kids at a time. [Ex: Miguel might take Rosalia and Diego with him to HQ, while Mateo stays at the Inti temple back on 802. MJ watches Miguel & Gabriel Jr., while Moche is at home with the triplets. After, Moche goes to the temple to get Mateo, and Miguel picks up the fraternal juniors on his way home from work.] With each kid affected by Miguel's mutated DNA, combined with having parents of two different universes, each of their eight kids experience a different level of effect and treatment. Trained by their mother and father as an elite unit, most of their kids goes on to be a hero, anti-hero, or agent in some capacity. Rosalia goes on to become the anti-hero, Viper. Diego & Mateo go on to become twin-heros Katari & Kuntur a.k.a Tari & Tur - Katari meaning 'Snake' (Diego), and Kuntur meaning 'Condor' (Mateo). The snake and condor being two sacred animals in Andean religion (symbolizing the underworld and overworld respectively) Miguel & Gabriel become experts in AI and multiverse technologies. Isabella becomes a healer - taking her mothers mantle as Avatar, gaining her powers comparable to Rosalia. Camilla & Valinda are not heros - Cam is a Boxer/Private Investigator & Valinda is a professional gymnast.

The Timeline:

Rosalia - their first - was conceived almost immediately after their wedding. Though having grown up an only child herself, Moche feared Rosalia being an only child, and Miguel agreed, so they tried for another. Diego & Mateo - their second and third - are identical twins. Miguel's first boys, and his first set of multiples. Having boys, plural, was definitely and adjustment, but everyday Miguel fell in love with being a dad more and more, even when the days got hectic. So when Moche accidentally got pregnant again - he thought 'What's one more, four's a good number.' When the village elder told them she'd be having twins again - boys again - Miguel didn't believe her. I mean, the mystic woman was reading coca leaves and river stones - so how much could she really know? A lot. Cause she was right. Miguel & Gabriel - their fourth and fifth - are fraternal twins. Named after Miguel and his late brother Gabriel, the two often go by 'Riel' and 'Junior'. Five kids. Five kids Miguel adores. But FIVE KIDS. ONE girl and FOUR BOYS. ALL CLOSE IN AGE (Like within 4/5 years of each other) ALL SUPER-POWERED. Miguel loves it - Miguel is EXHAUSTED. But they're like super-parents. And they finally have the family they want. But more than anything, Miguel wants one more girl - a sister for Rosalia. And with Rosalia not showing interest in the path of curandera (a healer) - they both figured, 'hey, why not ONE more'. One more was okay. Six was good - six was Miguel's LIMIT. And like - the chances of Moche having twins AGAIN is next to zero. So they agreed to try for one more. They went to the Inti temple together, to pray to Mama Allpa - the fertility god of Moche's people - for a daughter. Seeing the sincerity and desire in their hearts, Mama Allpa received their prayer - and gave them triplets. This time, Miguel believed the village elder. He passed out when he heard. Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda are identical triplet girls, their youngest (and LAST Miguel swears), bringing the total up to eight. Just like Moche wanted. She's very happy with this outcome. And so is Miguel.

Pregnancy:

Moche & Miguel pride themselves on having traditional Inca pregnancies, according to the traditions of her country. For the Incas, pregnancy was the ultimate test of marriage and commitment - with the husband expected the utmost attention and care to his wife. Needless to say, this is something Miguel loves - an excuse to treat his wife like a big softie. Usually a tough cookie and a workaholic, Miguel gets to act like his 4'11 warrior of a wife is a fragile, glowing queen for 9 months straight. Which, paired with Moche's pregnancy irritability can usually result in what Miguel likes to call 'Matriarch Moche'.

Having been through 4 pregnancies throughout their marriage, during this time Miguel often becomes Moche's caretaker - a role her village takes very seriously (they've got their eye on him). A time where a couple is almost inseparable, Moche & Miguel are no different. And it can extend to everything from making her meals to opening doors for her.

Unlike Jessica though, Moche does NOT do Inca-Spider stuff while pregnant. (Even Miguel was like 'yeah not happening')

And since her and Miguel are always together, that usually results in an irritable and hangry Moche padding around Miguel's lair barefoot with food court food while he does his usual work.

He'll continue his work of being boss and handling missions - while occassionally stop to dote over his wife he just wants to watch soap operas in peace.

The two usually trade responsibilities around this time - with Moche handling most of the Society administrative work, while Miguel handles most of the active mission work, and watching over her universe.

Usually a formidable fighter and a fiercely independent, Pregnancy one of the rare times Moche feels like she can put her self in someone else's hands - knowing that she should reserve her spiritual energy for her baby.

And Miguel is more than happy to oblige (most of the time).

Miguel: *Giving an mission briefing to the Spidey-teens* I need you all to FOCUS, I'm serious. Every detail of this mission must be followed to- Moche: *from Miguel's platform* Miguel, I'm getting heartburn. Also, I can't find the remote. Miguel:.....ask Lyla to change the channel. Moche:..Migggueeell, where's the garbage bag? I'm feeling the nausea again. Why did you give me queso? Eating that queso was a horrible idea- Lyla: Miguel, you better hustle. Last time she barfed on your desktop my server was out for 2 hours. Miguel:....*sighs* If you'll excuse me.. I- just a minute.

Birth:

All of the O'Hara-Huapaya children were born in the traditional Incan way - by their parents, with no extra assistance. In Moche's tradition, there is no midwife or doctor - that responsibility falls unto the husband, to educate himself and support the mother of his child. This is what Moche wanted, wanting the moment to be shared solely by them. Admittedly, the days leading up to Rosalia's birth were terrifying for Miguel, and he did exhaustive research. And as her husband, it was his responsibility to prepare the space for her, deliver the baby, and help ease her pain - with aid just a call away if they needed. Rosalia's birth was not an easy one, with Moche choosing to give birth in the upright position - but Rosalia is born healthy and safe, and Miguel doing so well, that they gave birth to the other seven just the same (thought with the triplets, it did require a little help, that's SO many babies). After the birth, Rosalia was bathed and dressed by her godparents (Asa & Jess) before spending the night with Miguel while Moche recovered. The morning after Moche was prepared by the Mamaconas to meet her daughter. Miguel and Moche love this - Moche feels like it helps her shoulder the responsibility of pregnancy, and their babies' health. And with Miguel directly involved with every step, it allows him to understand her and their baby on a deeper level. Although Miguel had only asked for one, the first night alone with Rosalia, he knew he wanted as many as Moche would give him.

About Moche's Maternity Outfit:

Moche's outfit takes inspiration from a number of actual Moche, Inca, or Quechua sources - including this outfit of a Moche girl from an exhibit in Peru.(left). Moche's forearm tattoos are also inspired directly from the tattoos found on The Lady of Cao - a mummy found in Peru. The Lady of Cao was thought to be a potential priestess or ruler - and as Moche holds the title of village healer, she has similar ink. Moche wears a headdress similar to a rising sun. As a Mamacona (priestess of The Sun God Inti), the sun holds a lot of significance for her. Moche wears the headdress throughout her pregnancy as a signal to others the 'rising of a new sun' - or rather the in-coming birth of her child. The sash at her waist is woven, and underneath embroidered with symbols in order to spiritually protect and shield the babies.

[pissboy-pi]

Post E4 update, I feel like I'm missing something?

I mean there's always more to add, but I feel there's something obvious I'm missing here.

And yes i did add the location stings just to have more string on the board, can't blame a guy for liking string can ya?

closups under the cut

Small update to The Gallery, Porcino's suspicious paint stain has been added.

Alas it seems I was right to hold off moving him to the 'tectives section, as he is not yet accompanying them.

Polaroids for all talking people as per usu, but I included a printout of the staff list just in case, and the list of items currently in repair, the audio logs seem irrelevant for now though.

That eye-rat can be seen prominently above the keepers guild sign and scribbled throughout the building, I'm unclear on if it's the symbol of the guild or the Neighbourhood Watch.

The rat king is an artist rendition since technically the 'tectives haven't seen it diagetically yet.

If you wanna better look at the map you can find it and screenshots of Juila's original here: …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

No zoom ins on the other sections because they've had no relevant updates, but if you want them they're here with the previous board: ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

[sexy-monster-fucker]

omgggg your writing is so good!!! Would you do Jesse Gemstone again? I'm dying for more of him x reader lol the visual of the season 4 mustache down THERE is doing something to ME

AHHHHHHH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR ANOTHER JESSE REQUEST!!— I need Danny McBride to stop getting hotter (also did anyone else notice the terrible spray tans everyone got this season??)

mustache!Jesse Gemstone x Reader

CW: infidelity, secret relationship, sorta forbidden love trope, oral f!receiving, soft degradation, p in v, creampie

a/n: technically spoilers for the newest episode??? this season has been so fun, does everyone agree Megan Mullally is gonna be the villain this time? just me? Okay.

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You brushed through Kelvin Gemstone’s hair. Slick with gel to obtain the perfect fauhawk look. The room loud with Judy and Jesse’s southern twang screaming back and forth. Choosing to ignore the two pompous Gemstones to make sure you did not mess up Kelvin’s look. He was just nominated for 'Top Christ-Following Man of the Year' after all. His strange lover squatted by the side of the chair discussing something you halfway zoned out. Fixated on the hair atop his head.

“Jesus Christ, Jesse! You literally stole that look from Beej! He was rocking the stache then you swooped in and tried to grow your own little pube-stache!” Judy’s voice sounded like she was on the verge of crying. The argument continuing over from a few days prior. Tensions high now that their father’s newfound relationship had been revealed to them.

“Shut the fuck up, Judy! BJ wishes I was copying him. He’s just a punk-ass Gemstone wannabe,” Jesse snapped his fingers to end his sentence.

“How did you end up so… not like them?” you leaned down to whisper to Kelvin, smiling in the mirror at him.

“I’m the baby. So Mamma and Daddy got to screw up twice before hitting the lottery,” his eyebrows bounced as he joked with you, thumbs wiggling as they pointed towards himself. Hiding your shared giggles as to not interject into the argument roaring behind you.

You had known Kelvin since your childhood. Being a member of their church for as long as you can remember. Your father being one of the Deacons, allowing you to get closer to the Gemstones. Being closer in age to Kelvin than either of his older siblings. It helped you bond.

“BJ looks like a sad, washed-up seventies porn star! One of those ones that had to hand out his VHS’s to get anyone to watch ‘em,” Jesse exaggerated with his hands.

“Bitch, please— You’re talking about a possibly permanently disabled man! This isn’t some stupid joke, Jesse! There are more important things happening than your dumbass mid-life-crisis mustache!” Judy stomped her foot, hands balled up at her sides. Teeth gritted together as she sneered at her brother. Tears welling as she stormed out of the dressing room.

“Get your shit together before Sunday service,” Jesse shouted after his sister. Flattening out his collar in the mirror. Fluffing out his sideburns and mustache. Deep eyes looking at the reflection of your ass across the room. Pretending you did not notice as to save face.

It was scandalous. And completely wrong. But you and Jesse had been hooking up for years. Making sure to keep things as secretive as possible. The Gemstones could not afford another scandal.

And you made sure no one knew. Cringing at how Judy and Kelvin would react learning that you, someone they had grown up with, was fucking their older brother. Married, older brother. Which is why you kept your interactions limited. For the sake of your friendship, but also Jesse’s marriage. It’s not like you ever expected him to leave Amber. She would kill both of you before he even got the chance.

"Alright, Kelv. Is this to your liking?"

"It looks great as always, Brother Kelvin," Keefe smiled brightly admiring his boyfriend.

"Perfect, per usue, Y/N," Kelvin smiled up at you, placing his large framed glasses on his face. Standing and thanking you again. Walking out with his partner following him closely. Stopping to give Jesse a dirty look, "Have Y/N fix your hair, you look like someone just shook you up."

Jesse arched his lip and stuck his tongue out at Kelvin. Brother returning the gesture with an annoyed snort. You remained where you stood. Cleaning up the countertop ridden with stray hairs and product. Pretending the silence was not deafening. Trying your hardest to keep your eyes off him. Always awaiting his signal. He loved thinking he was in charge.

The click of the lock on the door made you smile. Stomach flipping at the sound of his fancy shoes clicking on the linoleum floor. Ring clad hands splaying across your stomach pulling your attention up. Smiling at the older Gemstone in the mirror. His face tucked against your shoulder. Newly grown mustache tickling the bit of skin exposed by the off-shoulder dress.

"You just gonna act like I ain't even here?" Jesse grinned, voice lower and sultry. Kissing gently along your neck, trying his hardest to get a reaction out of you. Biting your lip in an attempt to hide the smile that began to beam across your cheeks. One of your hands reaching into his curly locks behind you.

"Is it the 'stache?" Jesse joked, poking a finger in your side. Causing you to jump and your facade to falter. Giggling quietly as his hands turned you around to face him. His tongue glazing across his teeth as his eyebrows bounced. Cheeks pink as his eyes met yours. Fingers digging into your waist, holding you against his chest. Lips finding their place on yours. Familiar rhythm of your mouths, knowing how the other would kiss. Teeth clinking together causing a laugh to bubble up between you.

"It's definitely... different," you flattened a hand against his open collar, "Better than when you were dying your sideburns." You teased him as always. Causing a chiding laugh to come from him. Lips attaching themselves to your throat. Facial hair brushing your jugular. Sloppily kissing along your pulse, canines grazing your skin for a moment. A soft moan fell from you when one of his hands gripped your ass. Feeling Jesse smile at the sound.

"I could give you a mustache ride," Jesse's tone was laced with tease. So you laughed. Noticing how his brows furrowed at your response. Stopping when you realized, "Oh! You were serious."

"Duh," Jesse rolled his eyes.

You smacked his arm, "Don't get snippy with me, boy."

Jesse growled with a smile, lips back on yours as he pushed your body against the counter. Hands roaming every inch, desperately cupping and pinching every flab and mound. Almost like he was trying to see if anything had changed with you in the few weeks it had been since the two of you had been alone. Kissing into you harder than he normally did. Tongue parting your lips. Your hands cupped the sides of his face, manicured nails scratching his scalp.

Large hands helped you onto the counter. Spreading your legs so that he could stand between them. Your dress inching up your thighs. Cold marble helping cool the sensation at your core. Hungry lips ventured down your neck, kissing along your collar as he kneeled before you. Knees pressed into the shag rug on the hard floor. Tucking his face under your dress and gawking at your soaked panties.

“Fucking slut, aren’t you? I’ve barely even had my hands on you,” Jesse reprimanded, his way of dirty talking. You nodded, chills decorating your limbs when his hot breath fanned against your core. Thick digits spread fondly across your bare thighs. Massaging the meat, pushing your dress up so that he could look at you. Eyes dark with lust fluttered up at you.

Tenderly, he peeled your panties from your core. Exposing the place you needed him most. Jesse chuckled in satisfaction, pressing himself into you. Mustache tickling your throbbing clit as his tongue swiped along your slit. Your head fell back against the mirror, moaning his name.

“Goddammit, you always taste so good,” Jesse grunted feeling his cock harden under his dress pants. One of his thick fingers curled into your hole, causing your hips to rut forward. Whining as you laced your fingers in his curly locks. You would definitely have to fix his hair now.

Jesse’s finger prodded at the soft spot that had you closing in on a quick orgasm. With how his mouth sucked on your clit, and the overstimulation of his new lip broom you were sweating. Never realizing it could make such a difference in your experience. In love with the way it rubbed you perfectly.

Your hips rocked against his face. Chasing your orgasm at a rapid rate. He perfectly curled and pumped his finger inside you. Cold metal of his rings sending goose bumps down your skin. You cursed under your breath each time his tongue would circle your nub. Lapping into you, knowing your body. Knowing how close you were to gushing along his face. From the sound of the air tightening in your throat and how you had your head thrown back. Swallowing hard with forced shut eyes.

You looked so beautiful like this. Jesse always thought you did. Unable to pry his eyes off you anytime he would make you finish. Whether he be above or below you. Loving how soft you got, compared to your usual combative nature with him. Always making sure to seem like you were childhood ‘friends’ instead of fuck buddies. If you could even call yourself friends. Just being one of his younger brother’s stupid friends who always seemed to hang around. If he had known you were this good of a fuck, things would have been different. Not allowing you to slip through his fingers. Not having to settle for just this. As good as it was, he wanted you.

Those thoughts only angered him. Which was why he talked down to you during sex. Unable to stand the way his chest fluttered when you would smile at him. Or when your big eyes would doe up at him. How softly his name rolled off your tongue.

Like it did right now. Even while you were cumming on his tongue, his name was like heaven from you. Repeating it like a prayer over and over. Nails scratching his skin as you held onto him for support. Waves of ecstasy had you shivering. Thighs spasming as he continued sucking and fucking your hole. Ignoring the way his cock throbbed almost painfully.

Standing and smashing his lips into yours. Taste of yourself strong along his lip. Mustache glistening with each bit of arousal he had collected. Trying so hard to catch your breath with his mouth on yours. Chest thumping heavily as you gasped. Thin line of sweat forming along your brow.

“Pretty girl,” he complimented. Hands quickly freeing his throbbing member from its confines. Smacking upward, pubic hairs dancing along the base. Tip leaking and swollen, needing you. Feeling yourself drooling at the sight. Inviting him back between your legs. Sheathing himself into your welcoming entry.

Moaning in tandem. Pressing your mouths back together to hide any louder sounds escaping. Jesse allowed you to adjust before finding a fast rhythm. Hips snapping up into you. Pussy still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Voice cracking as you tried to say his name.

Skin smacking deliciously together filled the room. You gripped his girth perfectly. Jesse only having one other to compare you to, having a personal preference for you. Liking how you clinged to and praised him. No matter how far back he pulled, you were always happy to bring him back. A pleasant reminder of your relationship.

Jesse tucked his face into your neck, one hand firmly on your hip the other wrapped around your waist. Gutturally moaning into your skin as he approached his finish. Kissing your clavicle as he repeated your name. “I’m gonna cum, Y/N. Can you take it, baby? Let me fill you up real good,” Jesse breathlessly begged.

You nodded profusely. Arms draped over his neck as he repositioned to be pressing foreheads together. Noses resting on the others tip. Eyes awkwardly staring from this angle.

“Gonna be sitting through church with a reminder. Won’t let you forget how good I fuck you. My fucking cock sleeve,” Jesse heaved with his words.

“Yes, Jesse— please—“ you begged, feeling yourself approaching a secondary release. Knot tightly wound up. Overwhelmed with how full of him you were. Cock stretching the walls inside you so pleasurably. Convulsing along his member.

Coaxing him to his own finish. Thrusted and holding himself flush against you. Jerking with his rope of cum that shot inside you. Savoring the way your cunt milked each drop of his seed. Panting as you both rode out your finishes together. Your chin resting against his shoulder with your weight slumped into him. Heartbeat pulsing along your skin as you rested your eyes for a moment. Loving the musky smell of sex. Mixing perfectly with his expensive cologne.

Silently, you held each other. Nothing but heavy breathing being exchanged. Jesse’s hands spread along your back, looking at himself in the mirror. How perfectly your body fit against his chest. Analyzing the zipper on the back of your dress. Loving this color on you. Pulling back to kiss your lips again.

“Let me fix your hair,” you giggled. Hopping off the countertop. Instructing him to sit. Rummaging through one of the drawers finding his curling brush. Making sure his halfway pompadour would keep every bit of volume it had. Running it through his disheveled hair. All your doing.

Jesse pressed himself forward, planting a tender kiss on your hand. Trying his hardest to get a smile from you as you attempted to hide what had happened. Fluffing his locks with blushed cheeks. Jesse’s hand rested on your hip, absentmindedly thumbing circles into the flesh. Eyes admiring your face as you concentrated on his hair.

“I’ll have to clean off your,” you put a finger across your top lip, “little friend too.”

Jesse smiled. Cheeks bulbing at your joke. Having a million things he wanted to say, opting for silence. Watching you walk over to the sink and wet a towel. Coming back to dab the soapy cloth along his lip. Stretching his mouth down so you did not accidentally get any in his mouth. Lovingly, you combed through the hairs on his upper lip. Restoring him to his former glory.

“Voila!” you held your arms up at your sides, “All ready for the big screen now, stud.” Earning yourself a smile from him. Quick to stand and press his lips to yours again, hands cupping the sides of your face. Your own hand joining one of his, leaning into his touch with a smile. Enjoying the moment of intimacy. Knowing it was fleeting.

“Are you coming to service?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Fuck no!”

“Then it’s settled,” you shrugged. Laughing at his dramatic and over the top nature. Watching him check himself out in the mirror one more time. Blowing himself a kiss, just in the hopes of hearing your switch laughter once more. One of his favorite parts of you.

“There’s a trip coming up. And I’ll need my personal stylist with me,” Jesse said off-handed trying his hardest to not sound desperate.

“Of course, Mr. Gemstone,” you teased, swiping off his shoulders. Looking at his eyes in the mirror. His hand coming up to hold yours against his shoulder. Imagining a life where he did not have to hide you. One where you could have been the mother to all three of his boys. Where you shared a bed every night. One where he did not have to cheat on his wife…

But that’s not how things worked out.

And he was happy to have you anyway he could.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! I still cannot believe this is going to be the final season of the Righteous Gemstones, I’m so heartbroken. I am so happy to still be receiving requests for Jesse, seems like the girlies are in his court this time around. As always, Comments and Reblogs are appreciated. If you want to be tagged, or have a request feel free to message me! I love hearing from you guys <3 //

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[scouting4love]

.......my uncle broke his neck trying to get recommendation letters once

CAUSE PERCY JACKSON KILLED MY GRANDMA OKAY??