#but it isn‘t as visible :‘)

[orange-artblog]

Dark Cream Week Day 4: Sweet Lie/Bitter Truth

dark cream week by @zu-is-here

and the pictures only :)

[beep-beep-robin]

tw: meltdown, harmful stimming, slight internalized ableism below the cut

eddie‘s hellfire shirt‘s seen better days. the print is coming off, it‘s starting to smell old - even when wayne‘s finally succesfully forced eddie to take it off for a day so he can wash it.

the day eddie accepts that it‘s probably time to throw it away, he has a meltdown. he‘d been wearing this shirt for years now, not everyday, but almost. it‘s his one piece of clothing that he‘d always felt comfortable in, the only thing he could wear on bad days without feeling like he was gonna have to throw up.

so now he‘s sitting on his bed, wearing the shirt, rocking back and forth and pulling on his hair, trying to reason with himself - the shirt‘s old, he could make a new one, it‘s gross - but it‘s no use. his brain is in emergency mode.

he‘s so focused on his panic and anger at himself, that he doesn‘t hear the knock on the door before it opens. steve walks in, sees eddie in distress, and immediately drops to the floor to kneel in front of the bed, looking up at eddie with concern visible on his face.

steve asks what‘s happened, but eddie can‘t seem to find any words. he just points at his shirt, points out the print, fingers trembling, before his hand goes back to pulling at his hair.

somehow steve manages to understand and calm eddie down a bit. eddie is aware that steve‘s making empty promises, he won‘t be able to get him a shirt that‘s the same as the one he‘s wearing now. even if he buys the exact same shirt, eddie knows that it‘ll feel different to him because it‘s newer, from a different batch, just plain different. the print isn‘t the issue, because he can just pop that onto the shirt himself.

still, hearing steve talk to him in a calming voice, reassuring him that everything‘s going to be fine and that he will actively try to help eddie get the same shirt back, it helps. he calms down just enough to stop torturing his hair, looking at steve’s face properly now for the first time since he’d walked in. the thought that even though eddie just basically lost his mind in front of steve and is probably covered in snot and tears, the latter is still looking at him with pure relief, love (platonic. eddie’s not trying to get his hopes up even further) and something else eddie can’t interpret on his face, makes eddie’s heart flutter.

eddie‘s not the biggest fan of being touched during and after a meltdown, and steve knows that (they‘d been hanging out for a while, and steve‘s witnessed another meltdown just weeks before), so they just sit side by side on his bed after he‘s come down from it, the metalhead nursing the tea steve‘s made him.

eddie‘s positively shocked when steve shows up again the next day to hand him a hellfire shirt. by the smell eddie can tell it‘s probably gareth‘s, and eddie could kiss steve for the genius idea of retrieving one of the other shirts that he‘d bought for the original members of the hellfire club (maybe that’s not the only reason he‘d kiss him though but eddie‘s going to keep that to himself). it smells different, slightly like gareth and a bit like steve, but it feels the same and it‘s much less worn than eddie‘s, because gareth didn‘t live in it as much as eddie did in his, apparently.

the relief that washes over eddie is immense. for a second he doesn‘t even know what to say, so he just throws his arms around steve in absolute disbelief at having someone apart from his uncle in his life that cares so much about the stupid little things that upset him that he’d go to these lengths to fix them.

especially steve. eddie was pretty worried about scaring the ex jock off when he started unmasking around him, but their friendship (?) just grew even stronger and steve‘s turned into the one person he can always turn to when things go south.

releasing each other from the hug, steve squeezes the others shoulders and tells eddie to go put the shirt on, but the latter is still thinking about his first instinct from a few moments earlier. he thinks of the expression on steve‘s face that washes over it so often when he‘s looking at eddie, no matter what the other is doing.

he thinks of accidental touches of hands, knees brushing together, hugs that last longer than they normally should. thinks of how caring steve is, how accepted and loved he makes eddie feel.

his eyes flicker down to steve‘s lips, back up to his eyes, and apparently steve is right there with him because he asks eddie if he can kiss him - and there’s that look again. eddie just nods and then they‘re kissing and his brain is struggling to catch up with what just happened but for a moment everything‘s perfect and eddie‘s, once again, in disbelief.

when they break apart, there‘s nothing but steve, steve, steve and he barely catches it when the other says that he‘s really been wanting to do this for a while now.

and all eddie can say to that is yeah, me too.

[cyberrat]

Heeey it's Arc~! >w> Been thinkin' some thoughts (while on the clock lol) I'm imagining Hank and Connor having a movie night, cuddling together under some blankets, but after a little while Connor starts getting handsy and it evolves into him cockwarming Hank with his pretty mouth~ It's not like he cares too much about it being stuffy under the sheets, and he knew the plot of the movie before they even turned it on. It's much more entertaining to hear Hank bark out in surprise as he shimmies down his sweatpants and nestles himself between his thick thighs♡

@arc-after-dark my savior in shining armor 😭😭😭

Yessss beautiful wheeee

Shit I bet Hank has been so close to just drifting off to sleep so he didn‘t even notice Connor slipping under the blanket. It‘s just the soft whisper of the TV and the overall warmth and weightlessness of almost-sleep…

And then suddenly it‘s a mouth on his cunt ABOVE HIS DAMN SWEATS and Connor between his knees, keeping his thick thighs nice and spread.

Connor laving his tongue along Hank‘s slit, getting the fabric of the sweats *soaked*.

By the time Hank manages to fumble the blanket up and look down, the sweats are damn moulded to his pussy, his swollen clit visibly poking up against it.

So easy for Connor to wrap his lips around and suckle and have the gall to look so damn satisfied. And the whole space is just filled with the calm blue light from his LED; unless he feels the fat T dick twitch, then it briefly circles a warm, stuttering yellow.

Hank isn‘t all that sleepy anymore but he lets his head fall back as if he were, pumping his hips up lightly against Connor‘s mouth.

He wants him to pull his damn sweats down but he also doesn‘t want to encourage this absolute menace of an android 😔

[blacckdiamondposts]

Toji Fushiguro having a pupil

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Tags: HCs, Smut, 18+ content, MDNI Plot: I just had this thought about an assassin in training, who got in touch with Toji through Shiu. I‘m thinking about writing a full on fic on this, lmk if you liked these!

Toji was absent-mindedly staring at the screen, watching his horse race while talking to Shiu. The latter called him for a favor even though he knew, that Toji would probably reject the offer.

Toji, who isn‘t a fan of Shiu‘s proposal of him taking in a pupil.

„So, you basically want me to babysit a brat?“ „She‘s really skilled, I‘ve worked with her before,“ Shiu reassured the latter, „she‘s paying well, though,“ „She does,“ Toji asked curiously. It was a whole different story if he gets paid to train you. Eventually, that was his reason to accept the offer.

Toji, who‘s staring you up and down the first time you meet him. Although, he didn‘t really like the idea of having to train a brat, he enjoys ogling at you. Maybe it‘ll be better than he expected.

Toji, who still treats you like a kid.

Toji‘s eyes were glued to the screen behind the counter. You‘ve long finished your dinner, instead now waiting for the horse race to finally finish. You placed your cheek into the palm of your hand as a long sigh spilled over your lips. „What‘s the matter, kid,“ Toji cocked a brow as he faced you. „I‘m not a kid,“ your brows knit together in annoyance. „You‘re not,“ he asked, an amused expression grazing his face, „how old are you?“ „I‘m 21,“ you replied drily. Toji chuckled, „you‘re still wet behind your ears,“ „Whatever,“ you clicked your tongue, lips settling into a pout.

Toji, who picks you up after a night out even though he doesn‘t give a shit about you (he does).

Toji looked at his phone, squinting his eyes as the bright light illuminated his bedroom. He let out a sigh before answering his phone, „what do you want, brat?“ „Toji,“ you cooed, „I’ve got an emergency!“ He groaned, „are you drunk?“ „No, just a bit tipsy,“ you giggled and Toji knew you were lying by the way you slurred your words. Besides, you‘re the worst liar, when you‘re drunk. „Toji, can you pick me up,“ you asked as nicely as you could, „please?“ „Seriously,“ he sighed, „now, why do you need me to pick you up?“ „Because,“ you replied, „my friend left me to fuck a random guy,“ Toji chuckled huskily at your honesty while getting up, „I thought you‘re a grown up. Can‘t walk home by yourself?“ „There are creeps around at this time,“ you pouted, „but it‘s fine, if you don‘t want to,“ „Where are you?“ „That new club,“ you took another look at the sign, „aura club,“ “Stay where you are,“ he commanded before he was headed to your location. There‘s no way he‘d let a creep get their hand on you.

Toji, who couldn‘t take his eyes off of you, when he picked you up. Sure, he was there to pick you up, keep you safe and get you home. But that didn‘t keep him from fantasizing about ravaging you.

“Toji,“ you waved excitedly as he approached you. The guy that tried to get your attention suddenly vanished once he saw that hulk of a man walk towards you. Toji‘s lips tugged into the slightest smile ever, it was barely visible, „now, what are you wearing?“ His eyes scanned over your body, noting how your tight dress accentuated your curves. It gave him a nice view of your cleavage, your chest pushed up and looking fuller than ever. His gaze moved lower, fixing on your thighs. „What do you mean,“ your brows knit together, „don‘t I look good?“ „I‘m not surprised if you‘re getting unwanted attention,“ he pointed out before changing the subject, „let‘s get a cab,“ „Okay,“ you mumbled as you followed him, stumbling like the drunk legend that you are. Once you were in the taxi, Toji couldn‘t help but to note the way your dress hiked up. It was dangerously high up, almost revealing your intimate parts, but you didn‘t seem to care. Probably, because of your drunken state. Toji listened to you rambling on about your night out, smirking at the way you lulled your words. Yet, his eyes always seemed to find their way back to your thighs. Oh, how he would love to just put his hand on your thigh and watch you squirm beneath him. You always acted oh so innocent, but he was sure you were a little slut. At least in his imagination. „Are you even listening?“

„Huh, of course,“ his gaze met yours, taking in your flushed cheeks. Toji walked you up to once you reached your apartment complex. „You know,“ he spoke up while you were searching for your keys, „you shouldn‘t trust any man to get you home,“ „Hm,“ you hummed, looking up at the much taller man, „what are you saying?“ „You don‘t know me, kid,“ he placed one of his hands against your door, right next to your head, caging you in, „you don‘t know what I could do to you,“ You noted the way his eyes darkened, lips flicking into a smirk, „Oh, why don‘t you give me an example?“ Toji was right, and it hit him right then and there. You are a fucking slut. His eyes narrowed, smiling at you in a sly way, „y‘know, there‘s no need to name them,“ You matched his expression as you leaned in closer to him, „there‘s a reason why I asked you to take me home,“ Fuck, you were a slut for him.

Toji, who was ready to fuck you right then and there. He was ready to bend you over the railing in front of your apartment to fuck you. But you were the devil in disguise.

Toji watched you through half-lidded eyes as you leaned closer. He mirrored your movements before you retreated, chuckling at the latter. „But you know,“ you started, „I‘m really drunk, I shouldn‘t do anything reckless, should I?"

He cursed you. He cursed your innocent act, and the way you switched up on him. But, it left him hungry for more. Best believe he fucked his fist as soon as he got home. All the while, he imagined you in that dress, remembering your curves and the way you bit your lower lip as he caged you in. For fucks sake, it will be really weird during your next mission.

Toji, who eventually got tired of your innocent act.

It was pouring down, which is why Toji was driving you home. Every so often, his gaze flickered over at your form. His lips tugged into a smirk as he casually placed his hand on your thigh. „T-toji, what are you doing,“ your brows furrowed in confusion as you turned towards him. His touch felt hot as his calloused hand was rubbing your soft skin. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, „drop that innocent act, brat,“ „What do you mean,“ you questioned him, playing coy. „You know what I mean, he chuckled lowly, „remember when I walked you home?“ Your eyes widened in realization as your mind was flooded with those memories. “You‘re a little tease,“ he said as his hand moved higher, legs already trembling in anticipation. You felt a heat spread between your thighs. You gasped as his hand palmed your cunt through your panties, earning an approving hum from the latter as he noted the wetness between your legs. He cocked a brow, „you‘re dripping wet, baby,“ Your cheeks flushed as you bit down on your lower lip. He started to trace your slit through the thin fabric, earning a soft moan, „T-toji,“ „What a little slut,“ he breathed, „but don‘t worry, I‘ll take good care of you,

[bravo4iscool]

call of duty characters as f1 drivers (simon „ghost“ riley)

call of duty characters as f1 drivers masterlist | masterlist

i hope this isn‘t a ridiculous shot LMAO.

anyway, i think kimi is the closest we can get to ghost. let me explain:

kimi doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone (except the people he cares for). he keeps to himself, he rarely even smiles (😭). he doesn't mince his words and will tell you if you annoy him or anything else. and even if you don‘t, his answers are like two words long.

however, if he’s with the people he loves and cares about he‘s not like that anymore. he smiles and jokes and even laughs. there‘s a visible difference between f1driver!kimi (he’s also called ‚the iceman’) and normal!kimi.

also, he’s a absolute beast on track. he doesn‘t care about tire age, weather or anything else. he does his job and he does it like someone who was born to race and win. if you see him in your rear mirror its a question of when he’s passing, not if he’s passing (thank you oscar piastri for this quote, even if it was meant for max😭).

btw, kimi holds the rank of corporal in the finish army which makes this even funnier to me lol.

now about ghost:

ghost technically is everything i just described about kimi. doesn’t talk much, doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything (except for the people he cares for) and he will absolutely destroy you.

still, there’s a difference between ghost and simon. totally focused and almost ignorant on the job, only cracking terrible dad jokes, but chill and relaxed when he‘s off duty (too many people reduce him to his trauma only…).

when ghost is after you you need to ask yourself when he comes, not if he comes because he will definitely rip you apart. but simon doesn‘t care what happens around him. he keeps to himself, only warming up when he’s with the team, especially soap.

i could write so much more about how they kinda are the same but well… i hope you liked this and don’t think i‘m insane :)

[found-wings]

"I think we should poison him."

Technos head snaps to the smaller figure besides him. "Phil!"

"What?! C‘mon, he‘s suspicious as hell!" Phil attempts to combat, though he can‘t seem to fight against the small smile that‘s becoming visible by the moment.

Technos eyes then wander back over to the table in the nearby room, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Etoiles stare into the bowl of soup before taking a sip of it.

A huff coming from Phil makes him turn his attention back to the avian once more, raising a brow. "He is suspicious, but he hasn‘t attempted to attack us."

Phil hums for a few seconds before avoiding Technos gaze. "Even if so, I don‘t trust him," he responds, voice growing a little quieter as he continues on speaking, "this isn't the first time someones tried to kill you this way."

"He has your feather," Techno simply counters, making the avian eye the scythe from Etoiles.

Indeed there is a single black feather hanging from it, one closely resembling those of his own two wings. "That isn‘t mine."

"It is. I recognise your feathers. I just don‘t know how he got it."

Phils lips turn into a small thin line, contemplating those words before giving in. "..Fine. Maybe he‘s one of those Champions that met Her? I don‘t really pay much attention to them, they always have such a, I don’t know, saviour complex type shit going on."

Techno snorts at those words, "You are literally the Angel of Death."

"Well, I‘m not flaunting it everywhere, am I? Not my fault people only see me as the bringer of Death," Phil shoots back immediately, playfully pouting.

"True, fair, fair," Techno hums with a nod before settling his gaze back on Etoiles. "What was his name again?"

"Etoiles."

"Weird name."

"Okay, that‘s where I draw the line." Phil chuckles, using his tail to give a quick and playful little smack against Technos arm.

Techno huffs, raising a brow at Phil. "That‘s where you draw the line? Wanting to poison him is okay but me saying his name is weird is where you draw the line?"

"Yes! Because all names have meaning and honor, it means a lot in certain cultures, mate," the avian explains with a grin, making his way towards Etoiles‘ direction. His hand glides across the smooth wooden table and he spares a quick glance over to the scythe.

Techno follows with the roll of his eyes. "Alright, you win. I‘ll send out some groups to patrol the area and notify our allies about the sightings."

Etoiles glances up at the voices of the two approaching, watching as Phil settles to sit on the table right besides him. He pushes the now empty bowl of soup away and listens in as Phil continues his conversation with Techno. "Sounds good. Don‘t tell them about Etoiles yet, though."

He raises his brows, deciding to chime in now that he was brought up. "What about me?"

As soon as Phils eyes settle on Etoiles, the latter can‘t help but take in the small details now that he had a moment where he wasn‘t being almost murdered. "We‘re trying to keep your ass safe, mate." He recognises the same playful tone from his banter with his Phil - ignoring how wrong it felt to separate this and the Phil he knew - and yet it sounds.. a little different. It had a small, sharp edge to it in a way he couldn‘t explain.

Though he plays along with an offended gasp, leaning back in the chair. "Excuse me?! I can defend myself! I am very capable of keeping myself safe!"

Phil snorts in reply, tail swaying sharply around behind him. "Mate, I don‘t know where you come from, but this? This is our territory. You play by our rules if ya wanna survive."

Techno sighs at the ever so growing conversation, nudging Phils shoulder with his elbow before properly putting on his cape again. "Phil, please try not to kill our guest this time while I‘m away."

Etoiles falls quiet immediately at that for a brief moment, a slightly concerned expression painting his face as he looks between the two.

"What do you mean this time?" He attempts to ask, though his question is rather ignored by both in favour of Techno getting out of there as soon as possible.

Phil grins and waves as Techno makes his way to the door. "No promises, Tech. See ya later!"

Etoiles and Phil watch as Techno gives a quick wave back before opening the door. The piglin steps out rather quickly and shuts the door with a loud 'thunk!' behind him.

A couple of seconds later, Etoiles glances back at the avian. "So-"

Before Etoiles is even given the chance to start speaking, his scythe is kicked away within seconds by the feathery tail. He can‘t even blink before he feels the entire world slip underneath him, head forcefully pushed against the ground right besides the chair he had just been sitting on.

His wrists are secured behind his back with one of Phils holding them in place. Etoiles can vaguely see a couple of black feathers hang within his view, assumingly Phils wings spread out and ready for action.

"You‘re not one of Hers."

[stayevildarling]

Billie Dean Howard x Reader- I wanna be yours

A/N: I just woke up from a nap and had a dream about Bette Porter. This reminded me so much of Billie so here we are. Hope everyone is doing well🖤

Prompt: You are working as Billie‘s assistant and you are utterly in love with her. Thinking you are quite subtle about it, you quickly realize how wrong you are as Billie can sense a lot more than just ghosts.

TW: flirting, slightly smutty

word count: 1.7k

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„Is there anything else I can get for you Ms Howard?“ you ask, wrapping your hands around the little folder you carry with you at all times.

Your boss hesitates and you could tell there was something on her mind. You had worked with the medium for quite a while now and despite always trying your best to stay professional, you could tell there was something wrong.

The medium flutters her fingers, touching her fingernails and you could tell by now this meant she was nervous about something.

„I..“ The blonde hesitates and you notice she starts to shake a little bit.

„I don‘t think this is working anymore, you can‘t work for me any longer“ she almost mumbles, the regret and shame visible in her voice and features.

Your world stops turning for a minute. It feels like your breath is knocked from your lungs and your feet swepped away from you.

In the past few months working for Ms Howard, you never thought this job could become something more than that for you. It surely wasn‘t your dream career to be working as an assitant but somewhere along the lines it was all you wanted and needed.

It started off well, learning her coffee and lunch orders and little errands that Ms Howard required during her day. It wasn‘t necessarily part of the job description but you liked running errands for her and making her day a little better each day.

Her words take you back to the first day you saw her, unlike everyone you weren‘t obsessed with Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars. You had heard about her of course and you watched bits of her show but you never thought you could like her this much.

However, meeting her for the first time completely took your breath away. Your hands were shaking throughout the whole interview because her appearance was breathtaking. Her blonde curls, her perfectly manicured fingernails to her perfect carefully picked outfits. Everything had to match, whether it was a set of pearls on her neck or her perfume. She was quite literally breathtaking.

Of course you had to remind yourself of your part in this, that you aren‘t supposed to be liking her or looking at her this way but you couldn‘t stop yourself. Especially with the little nicknames and petnames that sometimes slipped from her lips. „Thank you darling“ after bringing her her morning coffee and breakfast order.

The two of you grew closer in the months leading up to this, using the summers to stay longer in the office or going to drinks together, of course with more people from the office or using the colder months to go on walks to watch the sunset and so Billie could clear her head, this often helped her to rewind from her days or give her new ideas for her shows.

At some point you earned the mediums trust, maybe it was the way you always quite knew what she needed or that the emails, letters or whatever needed doing was finished each morning before she came into work. When a day at a set didn‘t go quite well, a spirit spooking her a little bit, she wanted to run to you. She wanted to see your calm little face and she liked being in your presence because she felt like you cared and that made Billie feel safe.

Safety isn‘t a feeling Billie would use to describe her life before meeting you, in her childhood she didn‘t necessarily feel safe most of the times and certainly not in her younger years when she suddenly saw bloody ghosts in her bathroom. Figuring out she was a medium and learning how to use her powers helped of course but she never felt quite safe, not knowing when she would have the next scary encounter.

Despite the blonde seeming tough on the outside, it didn‘t quite not affect her like everyone thought. She did spend some of her nights alone crying, finally being able to let her guard down without everyone watching her. Most people didn‘t see her as that but Billie also felt anxious, she didn‘t always like walking into a building, despite knowing there is a camera following her. She did get scared, shaky and sweaty hands and the ocassional heartbeat rising.

„I‘m so sorry Ms Howard, did I do something wrong?“ you ask a little shocked. Your mind automatically runs to a million things you might have done wrong.

„You really don‘t need to call me Ms Howard“ she almost whispers, the guilt causing her perfect features to crease.

Her office fills with silence, everyone already having left for the night and you aren‘t sure what you are meant to do. Should you just leave and accept her decision or should you try and fight for your job and being able to stay in her presence?

„I‘m sorry Ms- Billie“ you reply, feeling a little shy to use her actual name.

„You haven‘t done anything wrong darling“ she replies to your inital question.

Her guilty eyes meet yours after a second and you can‘t help but stare into her brown eyes.

„Then what is it?“ you ask a little hesitantly, as part of you feels like you deserve an explanation.

It takes the blonde a while to reply, you can visibly tell she is struggling to speak the words that are so clearly on her mind.

„It‘s the way you look at me“ she states eventually and the confusion is written in your face.

„I‘m sorry, I don‘t understand“ you explain.

Billie‘s hands start shaking again so she tries to cover it up by playing with her rings.

„You look at me like you are in love with me“ she finally lets the words escape her.

In the past few months you hadn‘t noticed but Billie noticed that your eyes started sparkling whenever you were near her. It looked as if Billie was your whole world, like her presence made your whole day better and as if you would change your whole world for her.

The blonde never knew that feeling as she never found the right person that wasn‘t just after her fame, money and status or wanted nothing more than to spend a night with her. However from her friends and various romantic movies she watched, she knew what it looked like when someone was in love.

She couldn‘t stand the fact that someone truly loved her but at the same time she knew you and she knew that you didn‘t just want those things from her. You liked her for the way she is but that terrified her, so she is trying to do the only thing she has learned her whole life to avoid these feelings.

„Believe me I have had a fair share of assistants that wanted me to do them right on this desk but none of them looked at me the way you look at me“ she explains.

You gasp a little bit, thoughts instantly filling with your head, even though you try to ignore those. Part of you wants to run away and part of you isn‘t sure whether you should stay.

„I‘m sorry.. I..“ you can‘t even form a reply worthy of what she just said. You know she is right and that you have feelings for her and of course you know it‘s inappropriate as she is your boss.

„So is it true?“ Billie asks, catching a glimpse of your eyes before taking a step towards you.

Your breaths gets caught in your throat and you start feeling a little dizzy as you see her beautiful brown eyes lingering on yours.

The blonde is scared, she is terrified of the idea of someone loving her like this, truly and unconditionally, without any intentions other than honest ones. But there is something about the way you still look at her that she can‘t quite comprehend.

Even of the possibility of being sent away and Billie calling out your feelings, you still have that sparkle in your eyes, mixed with a little bit of fear. It‘s as if she could hear your heart beating out of your chest.

„I do“ you whisper as she keeps taking steps towards you, taking all your bravery together. If you had to decide between losing your job or losing the medium forever, of course you would choose Billie, you would choose her in every life time and every universe.

Despite only blinking for a second, while taking a deep breath, it feels like an eternity and when you open your eyes again you suddenly see Billie‘s warm eyes right in front of you and feel her warm breath on your face.

„Kiss me, darling“ Billie whispers before pulling you in. When your soft lips touch hers it feels like your world is complete. If you were to die in this moment it was all worth if, just for her and for this kiss.

The blonde smiles a little into the kiss as your hearts now beat loudly against each others chests. She could tell this was a hungry kiss but it was also really gentle. She could tell you would never want to hurt her and only the best. Despite her being your world you want to give her everything and she can feel it by the way your lips touch hers.

As you stop kissing to gasp for air, you lean your head into Billie‘s neck and she wraps her arms around you. „I never said I didn‘t want to be done on your desk though“ you whisper.

The medium gasps and smiles in surprise at the same time and gently her hands wander down to your hips, her lips finding yours again and gently moving you over to the table, when your back hits her desk gently. She lifts you up and leans down you, trailing your face and neck with kisses.

„What would you like babydoll?“ she whispers, while still kissing you.

„I wanna be yours Ms Howard“ you whisper and smile cheekily and all you can hear in return is a pleased chuckle from the blonde, still lingering over your body.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

Everytime you go out it doesn’t feel safe anymore? When you mentioned 4th people want you dead, do they try to harm you or anything? That’s honestly scary to deal with…

Votes, it‘s about the votes. I personally live in a rather chill part of Germany so getting actively jumped on isn‘t exactly as much a concern (rn) as it would be in say, Dresden (if i walk around in Dresden I would get stabbed during the day. A family member once had to go there for a job thing and the German guy there warned him to always walk around with his University visitor card visible at all times so everyone knows he belongs to there, and to only ever move via taxi once it‘s past noon, if he wished to survive. Fun.)

But Dresden has always been like that, and so is every other place. It‘s just; Nothing‘s changed, except that statistically speaking 15-35% of people vote/root for a party that is VERY vocal about "getting rid“ of people like me. Aka literally everyone who isn‘t a cishet person with Nazis as grandparents. And no one cares. They vote them anyways. They want that to happen.

And of the rest another third wouldn‘t want it to go that far, but also wouldn‘t have a problem if it did.

Then again I‘m also not someone with a long beard or a headscarf, coming out of a Synagogue, or living in a more concerning part of Germany, and the crime rate did in fact rise. So, y‘know. Just cuz I‘m not in active danger at the moment (probably), doesn‘t mean everyone else isn‘t.

Also just, the knowledge, y‘know. Knowing anyone you could talk to just. Votes like that. And hates you That Much. It was always there, the hatred, don’t get me wrong. That part never changed. Again, 2-structure society, With vs Without this and that background. But it was never so many people proudly admitting they want you straight up dead. But they do.

(Also the big CSD parades start happening this week, and Fuck knows what‘s gonna happen there. Last year someone murdered a guy after vocally cussing everyone out and he only got 5 years because there "was no sign of him being queerphobic“. Sure, and I‘m an elefant.)

[sinosauropteryx--prima]

Life in the Cambrian

(row 1: Pikaia, Hallucigenia, Opabinia; row 2: Wiwaxia, Anomalocaris, Cambroraster; row 3: Olenellus, Marrella, Nailiana)

About a month ago I started to make these little collages about prehistoric life and honestly, all that I want is to talk about some of the cool and weird creatures that used to live on our planet. So I‘m just going to make this all of y‘alls problem and infodump into the void for a moment here. I‘m sorry and you‘re welcome.

The history of our planet actually starts about 4.6 billion years ago. Back then the earth was of course a flaming hot ball of lava that got constantly hit by rocks from outer space. One of those rocks was even big enough that its collision with us created the moon. Overall not a great time to be alive (also, as far as we know there wasn‘t really anything “alive“ yet). It was so bad, that this early time is called Hadean, you know, after the greek god of literal hell.

But after a while (like about 4 billion years ago) things chilled out a bit. This next time period is called the Archean, which is greek for “beginning“. The planet cooled down, we got some water and a real atmosphere, although its composition was very different from the one we have today, which would lead to the sky having all kinds of weird colors (maybe orange-ish). We also see the first life in the forms of single cell organisms. Some of those organism would have started to do photosynthesis, creating oxygen and releasing that into the atmosphere. One interesting hypothesis I came across btw is that it is believed that those early organisms didn‘t use chlorophyll to do their photosynthesis, but other molecules. You might now wonder, why that would be interesting in any way. Well, chlorophyll is the thing, that gives our photosynthesis-doing plants today their color. The organisms back than might have had a different color, most likely purple, and there is a good chance that their presences would have dyed the oceans purple. So imagine this barren world, with no visible life, orange skies, purple oceans and an atmosphere that would probably kill you. It‘s a beautiful image, isn‘t it?

As those silly little single celled organism did their photosynthesis, they steadily realized oxygen into the atmosphere, which turned out to be a problem, because when you change the composition of the atmosphere, that will massively affect live on the planet (totally not what‘s happening right now, no, we‘re fine). So at the end of the Archean there probably was a mass extinction where a lot of life basically suffocated itself. This “Great Oxidation Event“ happened about 2.6 billion years ago and marked the end of the Archean and the beginning of the Proterozoic (meaning “early life“), during which we see the first complex life forms.

Hadean, Archean and Proterozoic are all eons, which is the biggest measurement in the geologic time scale. Sometimes they are also just grouped together as the Pre-Cambrian (I will get to the actual Cambrian soon, I promise). The last eon, and the one we‘re currently living in, is the Phanerozoic (“visible life“) eon. Because it is the most recent and we have a lot more detailed knowledge about it, it usually gets divided into smaller parts. Eons are divided into eras (insert Taylor Swift joke here) and eras are divided into periods. Think of it like how a year is divided into months, and months are divided into days, and those are again divided into hours.

The first era of the Phanerozoic is the Paleozoic Era (“ancient life“) and the first period in that era is the Cambrian, which started about 540 million years ago. You might now wonder, why geologist have decided that that is the beginning of this last eon. In geology things usually get divided when there is a big change happening. The Great Oxidation Event was a pretty big deal and the world was changed afterwards, so we give the time before and after different names, to highlight that. It is similar to how we divided years into BC and AD because the birth of Jesus was a pretty big deal for the western world and we use it as a reference.

The thing that had changed at the beginning of the Phanerozoic eon is that suddenly there was A LOT of life. As we have just discussed, there was some life before this point, but it was rare, small, very primitive and the fossils are very hard to find. In fact the shift between older fossil-free rocks and then all the fossil-filled rocks of the Cambrian was so obvious and so sudden, that for a while paleontologists thought that life itself must have started in the Cambrian.

Today we know that that is not true. However during the Cambrian life diversified very rapidly and by the end of it, the earliest members of all animal lines were present. This includes for example arthropods (insects, spiders, etc.), chordates (everything with a backbone, like us), molluscs (snails, octopus, clams, …), cnidaria (jellyfish and corals), and many more. This diversification is also known as the Cambrian Explosion, which is quite the catchy name. It is however not completely clear, why this happened and why at this time, but there are some theories:

One idea is that something in the environment changed. Maybe the oxygen content in the air and water increased, allowing the animals to grow to bigger sizes. Maybe it was the temperature or something else. Another theory is that it had to do with the animals themselves. Some of them might have evolved something that then forced everyone else to also step up their game in an evolutionary arms race. The thing that‘s usually brought up here are eyes (because yes, at some point, eyes were the hot new thing). It would make sense, because, believe it or not, if you have eyes you can actually see things, which means that you can hunt things, or avoid things that hunt you.

Most of the Cambrian animals were pretty small, only a couple cm long. One of the biggest ones was Anomalocaris (whose name literally translates to “weird shrimp“), which measured up to 60 cm long. Imagine you‘re a little Cambrian creature, just going about your day, swimming in the sea, feeding on plankton, as suddenly a shadow falls over you. A giant beast swims above you. Its long arms are reaching for you as you desperately try to escape the monster.

Anomalocaris wasn‘t actually a shrimp. At best, it was very distantly related, as it was also an arthropod. It, as well as its cousin Cambroraster, belonged to the radiodonta, which was very successful during the early Paleozoic, living a variety of lifestyles and making up some of the biggest animals of their time. The five-eyed (yes, five-eyed) Opabinia was also closely related. Another group of arthropods were the trilobites (like Olenellus), bug-like creatures living on the ocean floors.

As alien as those creatures might seem, there were much stranger ones out there. Wiwaxia for example, which wikipedia just marks as “Mollusc (?)“, which sounds about as confident as a student that didn‘t study for their exam. But the title for the weirdest one should probably go to Hallucigenia. It was most likely at least somewhat related to arthropods and it did puzzle paleontologists for a long time (I mean, they named it Hallucigenia for a reason). When it was first discovered, scientists thought that the long spines on its back were actually its legs and they also switched its head and tail in reconstructions. So not only did we mess up its back and front, we also got it upside down.

In terms of our own lineage: one of the earliest known chordates is Pikaia. The family resemblance isn‘t really there yet, but you have to start somewhere, I guess.

I‘m done with rambling for now. I hope at least someone found this slightly interesting or learned something or whatever.

Art by:

Anomalocaris - Luis R. Blanco

Opabinia, Pikaia - Jose Antonio Penas

Hallucigenia - Qbliviens

Cambroraster - Christian M.

Wiwaxia - Julio Lacerda

Olenellus - Nobu Tamura

Marrella - Ntvtiko

Nailiana Xi Liu

All the info is just a combination of wikipedia pages.

[young-royals-confessions]

Re presaves, I did a very quick research the other day and the number of presaves isn‘t visible. Sometimes apparently not even to the artist, but I doubt that

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[zot3-flopped]

I just now heard one of the 1989tv songs (idk which ones, they all sound like midnights songs to me) and taylor slammed harry for liking meetings with business men and yacht trips. Seems to me like she forgot harry was working towards a solo career, and liked the business side of networking. Which is smart and a grown up thing to do. Taylor always says she is a smart business woman, but i can‘t imagine her in a meeting being serious, or a conversation that isn‘t disturbed by her wanting to talk about outfit color coordination with her squad, or how she is gonna wear smth in this color to hint at smth. And i can‘t blame this behaviour on „she is stuck in the age she got famous at“ because taylor acts like 16, harry acts and is mentally older imo. This was clearly visible during their rs and now after. He wrote the grown up two ghosts, she wrote petty and silly teen songs. And with the yacht thing, she is the one that travels with her jet to her boyfriend who doesn‘t even know basic gepgraphy, but can complain about harry going on a yacht. It is clear to me why they didn‘t work out, mental age wise especially. Shouldn‘t she have been the one that looked at it from a grown up perspective since she was at the time of the rs older, and is still obviously older? She should‘ve been smarter to release more mature songs on 1989 tv.

It's so obvious that she wrote those lyrics recently and not in 2013/14 when 1989 was written. Harry wasn't seen on any yachts in that period.

[such-sweet-entropy]

So, I‘ve tried playing around with bing‘s image creator. After seeing some of the more abstract images I wanted to see if the little machine can come up with something I find meaningful. I‘ve read that song lyrics are a good start, and I am all about those, so it seemed at least like an interesting idea. Turns out it doesn‘t like some of the more colorful language of some songs, but I did find something I like. I used:

What will be, will be

Every river flows into the sea

But it's never enough

And when the night gives way

It's like a brand-new doomsday

which is from Architects - Doomsday (I‘m in a mood leave me alone) found here for context:

Bing gives 4 results per prompt so let‘s look at them in ascending order of how much I liked them.

Yeah, I did mention a river, I guess. Boring. Next.

This one is just pretty. We‘ve got a night giving way to a new day, and a river seemingly flowing from the sea into the sky. Some important words from the prompt are clearly visible, but the context, *the meaning* doesn‘t come across at all. The vibe here is hopeful, which fits parts of the song, but not this one. I like it, but not what I was hoping for.

This one might as well be a hardcore bands album cover. I don’t know where the bearwolves come from but I love them. There‘s a sea and a night sky but overall I have no idea what‘s going on. Better throw some of the lyrics in there so it makes sense, I guess. But, this is what I was after. A machine interpreting lyrics in a way that doesn‘t really makes sense to me. There‘s meaning to be found here, if you look for it.

And now, this. Honestly, this just hits the vibe of the song exactly. Definitely didn’t expect that, but I‘m sure as hell not complaining.

Now, I never really cared for who made art I like, just what it means to me, so ”it has no soul, a robot made it“ rings hollow. Trying to narrow down what is and isn‘t art was historically a bit of a shithow. Why then, would this not be art?

Like, obviously I wouldn‘t call myself an artist for typing words into a program. The program is the artist here, I just asked nicely. It took a specific series of words with a specific meaning that it doesn’t and can’t understand and created some images. We can assign any meaning we want to these images, or we don‘t, but the same is true for any art. Why then does a corporate logo created only to be paid have meaning and the representation of a song via image generation doesn’t, just because humans were more directly involved? Have you seen the sunrise after a night out with friends you haven’t seen for a while and thought, only by taking a photo as a human do I create art, or did you think wow and then nothing else for a bit? Not quite the same, but I think the point stands.

I just think calling AI art categorically soulless and without meaning is disingenuous. Nothing means inherently anything, you just find it if you look for it, and I think that worked here.

[sharenadraculea]

Ooh, that firenation-ship looks great! And I think Zuko is writing a diary now? They could have made the scar much more visible tough His Book 1 haircut is so stupid, I love it.

I kind of like that Katara bending Aang out of the iceberg wasn‘t completly a accident. also Sokkas more „I‘m devietly a adult“, more paranoid personality. And I love the water tribe clothing! it‘s just all so colorfull! kind of sad the firenation-armour isn‘t red tough

And appa is really cute! And the watertribe architecture so cool! I love Katara explaining to Aang what had happend

The waterbending looks neat too!

Also as a addition to the last post: I honestly quite like that they showed the genocide on screen, it‘s just a very diffrent kind of impact from the original show.

I think I like this!

Guess I‘m gonna watch the Live Action Atla now

Me just realized that the nee Atla Series is actually allready out, so I‘m gonna watch it this weekend!

Some things I hope for: -Fun costume-design -Good-looking bending -More siege of the north stuff (Those are my favorite episodes of the original series and I somewhere heard that there is gonna be more of it) -Good music -More Yue! -More about Lu Ten, Irohs backstory and the siege of Ba Sing Se. Like if you wanna make a dark and gritty avatar, bring that up more! Sieges turn into living hells very quickly and also I wanna know more about it

[cauls-antique-pepperbox-pistol]

Some stuff from my monster au. First is Myron and Nim, second is Caul who got poisoned with his husband’s blood, third and fourth is Percy trying very hard not to awoo back and fifth is Percy again

And under the cut is the second one again but it‘s got blood and vomiting, so content warning!! (Alright, it‘s not visible, so view my reblog if you wanna see it)

He‘s losing all the blood he drank 😌😌

[hyeongjunx1]

smiley!hyunsuk ♡

[beardedhandstoadshark]

How to know the difference between a fetish request or someone that has a niche interest? Maybe the requester like that has no intention to harm artist or make them uncomfortable. Hmm.. What do you think?

…Vibes. It‘s straight up just vibes. If the vibes are weirdly off, there‘s a chance it might be a fetish. Generally speaking, it comes from a weird focus on peculiar aspects that usually wouldn‘t warrant that focus to begin with.

Or, to explain with the endboss of all fetishes, aka feet: A non-fetish drawing including them can just be like, a beach day, or a nature hippie type character, etc, where they are visible, but a "normal“ amount of focus is put on them, ie as much as you‘d think about it irl. So basically no focus at all.

But a fetish-request would go out of its way to explicitly state that they have to be included, possibly in a specific manner, and usually as the main focus of the whole drawing.

However, that‘s also where the issue in identifying it kinda lies- because with less "obvious“ stuff, who‘s to say the focus is from a sexual motive, and not another one?

Sure, "evil characters buying Wonderbread at Walmart“ turned out to be a fetish, but it could just as easily been a comedy thing for the guy. I mean, look at that sentence and tell me it doesn‘t sound like a joke or smth. "Haha evil overlord doing mundane things" is a whole genre after all.

On the othet side there‘s an artist on tumblr here who draws some pretty good art of fruits or other food designed as girls, always followed up by a second drawing of them catching mold. Sounds highly specific and weirldy focused on the mold thing! So they keep getting "is this a fetish??“ notes. But they‘ve been VERY clear about the fact it is not a fetish, the‘re just really into mushrooms and biology and general themes of decay.

Like, between these two, what sounds more likely to be a fetish.

Leaving us with "please draw my faves wearing jetpacks“. Maybe it‘s a Wonderbread situation, maybe they just think jetpacks are cool.

Both is equally possible, as there is a weird specific focus on always depicting the same characters and the insistence on them wearing jetpacks (despite Rouge the Bat being very capable of flying), but on the other hand, obviously if someone has favorite characters they’re gonna ask for art of those first, and jetpacks aren‘t like, feet, or getting transformed into a diaper, or whatever the fuck else is out there. They‘re things that people can understandably have an interest in because they just think it‘s cool, no sexual arousing involved.

And some people just have 0 clue on social skills or are jerks so them spamming people about it isn‘t a total red flag either. More of a pink one, or beige, or whatever. There‘s people being spammy about getting their ocs drawn too, and no one‘s out there clocking them as fetish baiters because of that, they‘re just getting called entitled.

TLDR vibes + benefit of doubt + dont draw stuff that makes you uncomfortable but not everything niche is automatically a fetish + humans are weird man