#ball desk

[teapot-studies]

How have these ball chairs not been popularised in the studyblr community yet? Like dont tell me this doesnt look hella comfy and fun

Looks like a great stim toy

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.

word count ⟢ 963

notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3

“Yuu…”  “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”

Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.  

“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”

Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point. 

Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.  

The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves. 

“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.” 

After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.

Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.

Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.

“Let’s taste her together,” Choso rasps.

Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.

“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”

Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.

“Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”

For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”

Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”

The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.

“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.

“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.

He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.

You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.

“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.” 

[obsob]

big man...why is he so big...(hes full of love)

[deoidesign]

I met the me who made different choices

[daftpatience]

also my favourite one got the spot of honor (right next to my tablet)

BONUS I DREW HIM

[insandriumheart]

༺2007༻

[awerzo]

he's right behind me isn't he

[flowing-between-space]

.

[fisheito]

finally listening to the h-scene audio after 1.5 years on mute

yakumo: gasps and whimpers in the whiniest brokenest way me:

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nik and Price getting caught in the act and Nik using Price's boonie hat to cover his dick.

[clowndotgay]

render for @ cogbreath ! alt with funny blue light under the cut.

[celestialtrolls-moved]

Aelynn is ready for the ball! The result of blood, sweat and tears (both mine and hers), and now I'm gonna go let my hand collapse and potentially fall off my body!

But that's not all, because I put my whole brain into this design, so click the read more to see ME EXPLAIN NEARLY EVERY SINGLE DESIGN DECISION I MADE AND WIPS

themes that were kept in mind

CARNEVALE CONFECTIONS: A BLOODSTAINED MASQUERADE

Sogno Dell’Arlecchino + Blood & Candy

inspiration focuses were chocolates, vampires (blood and gothic), carnevale (harlequins), decadence and detail, and Italy. just. in general.

DRAFT 1, sketch

writing, from top left to bottom right

makeup is carnevale inspired, maybe jade for vampire/rainbow drinker

ribbon-like chocolate gift decoration (in hair)

drips - blood? chocolate? (necklace)

wavy hair to invoke pouring chocolate

cream filling or icing (around the hem of bust)

rhinestones in hair and in tulle for decadence

tulle (bustle) -> make it lace, more common in carnevale costumes

caramel drizzle, small jewels as 'salt' (decorating the gloves)

corset VERY IMPORTANT for vampiresque vibe

subtle pattern (on the corset)

like little maltesers (on the bustle)

alternating black and white (skirt panels)

the dress shape itself was inspired by several looks from 'salon du chocolat' fashion shows, however this was abandoned

DRAFT 2, lines (attempt 1)

switched to a long skirt for a more classic silhouette, skirt drafts

based on various cake decoration methods, asked in servers which i should go with and then tried to merge the chocolate chips and the icing for maximum decadence, however

chocolate chips were abandoned due to looking somewhat messy

some rhinestones were placed to replace them much later

LINEWORK, attempt 2 (i redrew the entire thing with a thinner lineweight)

as well as the things written here, i switched out the hairpiece from chocolate squares to unturned fangs and roses

i also included the rest of the moodboard i was using in this image so you can see the other things i was inspired by

COLOUR DRAFTS

tried roughly placing colour in this phase, wanted to have a bright lilac main colour to balance out the dark details and hair, since carnevale costumes tend to be extremely bright and eye-catching, tried to avoid using completely desaturated colours

decided to put the gradient at the bottom of the dress because putting it at the top made it look like it wasn't one piece with the bust, wasn't really happen with the contrast between the leg ribbons and the lilac however

part way through colouring i decided i hated the lilac, tried to darken it a little, still didn't like it, turned it black

decided to hand-draw a tonne of embroidery for the corset because most carnevale dresses have heavy detail in texture and lace pattern

the front two panels are paisley/plant-inspired and then the panels on the back which is then echoed for the translucent torso piece are geometric patterns based off of commedia dell'arte costumes for the character trope 'harlequin'

the torso piece also has small unique embroidered flowers in each of the larger empty spaces because seriously these carnevale outfits go so heavy on patterns

more italian gothic architecture, this hatched pattern has a multiply layer depicting the Duomo of Siena onto the fan, which is a fascinating piece of architecture that spanned centuries to finish

[caandlelit]

now that we have canonical proof of delinquent matsukawa and never gets in trouble hanamaki i have jokes about what every day in 2012 seijoh was like

1.

hanamaki: hey… matsukawa…. i did something bad :/

matsukawa: (sighs) what time is my detention

2.

hanamaki: so i got bored in my study block today

matsukawa: (can already hear irihata screaming) was it the girls football club room u flooded or the boys laundry room

hanamaki: the girls football club room… (wincing) sorry…..

matsukawa: great. whatever. its not like i wanted to go home today

3.

hanamaki: issei can u cover for me im skipping class

matsukawa: do u expect me to impersonate u now? my skin is brown and u look american

hanamaki: rude. so rude. no just cause a diversion

matsukawa: (holding a tambourine) im already on it fuck off

4.

matsukawa, arms crossed, looming, terrifying: what's in it for me?

hanamaki, smiling: a big wet kiss ;)

matsukawa, smiling back: d'awww okay. ill do it

5.

hanamaki: wheres issei

kunimi: in detention

hanamaki: ???? but i didnt even do anything today

kunimi: apparently other people use him as a scapegoat too

hanamaki: (speechless)

6.

hanamaki: are u cheating on me with other troublemakers

matsukawa, who got suspended: i thought u did this?

hanamaki: i wld never NOT TELL U beforehand. only one person we know is that much of a SNAKE

(they both turn to glare)

oikawa: IN MY DEFENSE i cant get suspended. i have to think about my volleyball career . and i have a PERFECT record

7.

matsukawa: i guess my record is awful and terrible in comparison. im a lost cause huh or a rebel without a cause. just a bad guy

hanamaki: kiss me already u hunk

[technicalgator]

wip/close up of the science party thingie im still working on since these details prob wont be seen in the vid/animatic(?)

i got the first half of the vid how i want it, but the second part (specifically one frame) includes a complex perspective shot i placed upon my shoulders, and im teetering on the line of-

“fuck it i wanna finish this video i dont care if its not perspectively correct”

and

“damnit i am a perfectionist and i MUST get this angle right and i will fix it so many times to the point where i burn myself out an am unable to finish the vid”

i love art sm snfnjsndjwjqkq

[steampunk-tennis-ball]

{ @husband-tennis-ball )

Cress jumped slightly, and then frowned at the noise. While explosions weren't exactly... uncommon in Cress's life, they hardly ever meant good things. Cress sighed and stood up from his couch, setting his book down as he did.

Explosions usually meant the Rizzler. Cress pulled his hair back in a quick ponytail and went to find the source of the noise.

He wandered a bit, until he saw the small trails of smoke puffing out from underneath a door. He knocked, forgetting to check the name plate.

"Everything okay in there?"

Cress leaned back, waiting a moment, his eyes finally settling on the engraved name.

Steampunk Tennis Ball Archie

Cress sucked in a quick breath, wondering if it was too late to leave and pretend he hadn't heard anything...

Archie pushes themself off the floor. They cough, rapidly slamming their fist against their chest to get ash and smoke out of his lungs.

They stand on sore legs and rub a hand against their hip. It's likely going to bruise if the floor tiles (Have they always been that hard?) have anything to say about it.

He eyes his burning desk warily and heads towards the door.

"I'm alright!"

They turn the door knob, opening it just enough to see Cress in his entirety and give him a polite smile. Though, the effect is ruined by the soot covering their face and torso.

"Nothing to worry about, dear," they focus their attention on getting the fire extinguisher off the wall, "just a technological malfunction."

[possumteeths]

when i was in middle school there was this huge trend where the coolest thing to bring to lunch was an onigiri of some sort, my school was majority japanese kids.

But because of middle schoolers being middle schoolers the stuff in the rice ball was often fkn weird. Hot cheetos, hard boiled eggs, vienna sausages were stuffed into rice and nori. There were at max like 15 white children at my school and i distinctly remember this blonde dummy kid coming to school with like an enormous tin foil ball, and he ate it in first period at the beginning of the day. In his fkn rice globe was KETCHUP, MEXICAN CHEESE BLEND, and BAKED BEANS.