#but the inner layer simply does Not need that -.-

[verycharismaticdragon]

My nendo-related purchases are still in transit but in the meantime i finished the first piece of doll clothes hehe... I messed up so. many. times 😅 and there are a few things I gotta just do differently next time. At least it's a good thing I used scrap fabric for it... And anyway those are supposed to be inner clothes so there'll be another layer or 2 to cover The Sins. But idc still looks kinda cute :P

Decided to model them on SQQ. He's not a morning person...

...oh?

nvm looks like hes fine now!

[sl4sh3rsub]

rz michael myers hcs (nsfw: mdni)

rz michael myers x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: a lot here. mikey has a monster cock, insecure + inexperienced michael, he doesn't talk but makes noise + mouths words + grunts syllables sometimes (selectively mute ig?), oral sex (both giving and receiving), excessive creampies, fingering (receiving), no lube we die like men his dick n spit does it for him, masturbation, rimming (both giving and receiving), knife kink, excessive mentions of precum + spit + cum, creative use of cum/arousal fluids in arts projects, musk kink, choking (receiving), mentions of sex toys, thigh humping, mention of canon SA and violence (nothing w/ or directly involving reader), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), cum eating, slight somnophilia, bruises and hickeys, cockwarming, slight worship (receiving), dry humping, handjobs, 2 mentions of him having a mini shrine to you, mentions of needle hrt in ftm + mtf bits (feel free to ignore), mentions of the institute/asylum

a/n: sorta edited. tried not to be too ooc, but it's more focused on a softer side of michael - personally i think his character is very different to og/peepaw myers! rz mikey is more based in instinct rather than previous experiences/societal expectations, so there's more general hcs than separate sections this time. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

as michael is very inexperienced with kissing, he'll smash his lips against yours and become a huffing mess after he gets worked up from your breath mingling with his and your darkening gazes meeting

if you play with his hair and gaze into his eyes, he can't help it if he gets half-hard - his body will always needily react to your attention and affection

he's most at home in grey sweatpants - he's very used to wearing them while making his masks and associates them with comfort and the years of creatively honing his craft

so naturally, don't be surprised when his already impressive girth pulses and thickens at the sight of you bending over or reaching something off a high shelf

mikey will absolutely make you your own special mask!! although, the glue he uses for your personal paper mâché mix is a bit more,, personal. he'll also use your arousal to paint the inner layer of his favourite mask :( he simply needs to have some semblance of you with him at all times, especially whenever he's out on the town and away from your embrace

he's borderline hypersexual and gets half-hard and extremely sensitive without reason, however he doesn't always feel the need to act on his urges with you. expect him hiding his arousal during mundane activities, getting flushed and shy when he realises that you notice :<

if he's comfortable on the couch, he'll make himself at home with a horrendous manspread. naturally, this leads to him getting flustered whenever you kneel in between his legs with a mischievous glint in your eye. if you ask him sweetly, he'll be more than happy to sit you in between his strong thighs and let you hump into his hand while you both watch a movie

if he's not feeling like he wants to be inside you, he'll lie on his back with his knees up, pulling you to straddle his waist and lean back against his thighs. from this angle, he's able to watch you play with yourself and masturbate above him while feeling your weight grounding him, just out of reach but almost close enough to taste

he loves taking you from behind and kissing the base of your neck, your breathless giggles echoing in his ears as his long hair tickles your shoulders and back

michael loves having you cockwarm him while he makes his masks!! he adores it when you doze off with your cheek smushed into his shoulder during a late night arts-and-crafts session, the slow pulse of his heartbeat deep inside you

he's so, so incredibly thankful for you, that he's able to unleash his frustrations into you, whether it be about a ripped mask or just about pentup emotions. he's eternally thankful for your love and under the table support

you are mikey's angel, his true saving grace. after his long bout at the institute, he was fully convinced that being loved by anyone was impossible for him. your welcoming arms and gentle praise proved him wrong and completely changed his image of heaven - to michael, it's no longer a cloudy sky mentioned in those old books, it's your warm embrace and loving gaze. it just took him a little while to realise that he was in his own little paradise with you

he tries his hardest to treat you with absolute reverence and adoration T-T he's devoted to making you feel good with him, no matter what. usually, this means holding back from skullfucking you at a brutal pace whenever you give him head. your throat is just so tight around him :( it's got him steadying himself against a wall with his hand, shaking and sweating from holding back, with his gorgeous, garbled moans encouraging you to swallow the saltiness of his length

mikey's wandering hands always end up on your ass or tummy whenever you cuddle together, it's just comforting for him

he's one of the strongest, largest men to ever walk the earth, but the way he gently traces your facial features makes you forget that completely. michael handles you like you're made of porcelain, only using soft pressure unless you assure him he won't break you easily

he has a big, strong and beefy body. lord knows how he maintained it in the institute but with you, he's gonna try his damnedest to put all of his strength to good use - whether it be getting you off while fingering you, his toned forearms barely breaking a sweat or his tree trunk thighs tensing while you ride them

mikey is not trimmed or well-groomed downstairs, his pubes are a wild and unkempt cloud of blonde and light grey hair, so you know he's not caring about how you look at all. you're a fuckin deity in his eyes and he'll dispose of anyone who makes you feel anything other than heavenly

michael is uncut, big and thick, with a large vein running up the underside - so heavy and large that it can't even stand up against his belly, instead slightly bobbing with his pulse and hanging low. it's the type you see in lewd magazines, where it tilts down even when fully hard

when you're on your knees for him, expect his weepy cockhead to drip onto your face while you kiss and nip at his heavy, full balls

oh yeah, this man has the definition of breeder balls; hanging low, swollen and filled to the brim with his potent cum. he truly has so much to give, so you'd better be ready for multiple loads throughout the night

in contrast to michael's hard cock, his nipples are soft and incredibly sensitive. if he's trying to cum as fast as possible, he'll sneak a hand up his shirt and pinch at them relentlessly - make sure they're puffy and spit-glazed after you've been ontop, he goes absolutely feral would really appreciate it

mikey has massive hands too - his fingers are enough to fill you considerably, but he often resorts to stuffing your mouth with them or using his palm to muffle your noises if you're being vocal. he definitely doesn't want the cops called on you just because he's great at pleasuring you

his cock feels heavy inside you, almost like he's deep in your chest whenever he bottoms out. the weight is absolutely dizzying as it stretches you out each thrust and rubs all of the right places. he easily gets drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, leading to his head being tossed back with drool dribbling down his chin at the sensation

he has the biggest size kink possible but he really doesn't want to get carried away when exerting his strength and size on you - he doesn't want to get carried away or hurt you too badly :(

michael uses whatever knife he can get his hands on during foreplay to add a bit of risk and edge. cutting off your underwear and shirt, tracing down thighs and hips and gently nicking your skin every once in a while, but he quickly tosses it if you beg him to fuck you desperately enough - he doesn't wanna hurt you that bad, not before he's even gotten started

mikey is incredibly insecure about himself and his own worth as a person. he fears your love is only temporary and that you'll move on, leaving him behind as a memory or an adrenaline rush of foolish regret :( for that reason, he's terrified to go too hard or hurt you badly - he's convinced you'll be in pain and be fearful of him if he fucks up. be sure to reassure him when you're together after you have a rougher time and he's manhandling you more <3

initially when he learnt about dry humping, he was confused as to why he craved the friction so desperately but he's learnt to give in - michael will almost immediately cum in his pants if you quietly reassure him you'll clean up the mess you're both bound to leave on his clothes. half the fun (in his eyes, at least) is seeing you get flustered over the sheer amount of his load that's seeping into his boxers from just that little bit of friction

his favourite place to have you is on his lap - cockwarming, cuddling or napping, he does not care. he needs to have your face pressed into his neck with his larger frame providing you with warmth and stability

will rarely fist his cock but if you ever catch him, you might be able to make out his lips repeating the shape of your name over and over

for a long while at the start of your.. arrangement, he had no idea how to initiate sex. he'd just hover close to you, desperately hoping you'd notice the heat radiating from his massive, obvious bulge. would start to bite the inside of his cheek and guide your body towards him in a desperate hint if you didn't clock it immediately

he also did not know shit about the human anatomy, so he'll need you to guide him to where you want to be touched and with a bit of coaching, he'll learn the correct pressure and pace to get you off easily

if you tease him while he's in his overalls, the sight of his lower region slowly darkening with his endless pre and the sound of his haggard breathing devolving into animalistic grunts is nearly enough to make your knees give out

michael isn't a massive fan of fucking you on your bed, especially if your room is in a similar layout to his back at the institute. haunting memories brought on by the guards cast negative clouds across his mind and that is the last thing he wants with you. he'd much prefer to go at it against a wall, the couch or even the floor. most of the time, around his desk is where the action happens and your bed is solely reserved for sleep <3

he loves smearing his precum all over your face, loves letting his musk seep into your skin while your eyes glaze over with lust

he cups your chin, cheek and jaw whenever you have his full attention and his heart melts when you nuzzle into him - his thumb plays with your bottom lip and if you decide to suck on it to keep your mouth occupied, so expect to have mikey silently begging you to cockwarm him while his brain goes fuzzy

while you relax for the evening, watching a movie together, expect him to position you with your head on his thigh (your face way to close to his crotch ofc)

michael loves you sucking on his soft cock and warming him with your mouth, he adores the slow feeling of him growing hard as you moan and gag around his length

when you introduce him to the concept of the sixty-nine position, he absolutely short-circuits. what do you mean you can both suffocate in each other's musk while getting each other off?? what do you mean he can prop himself up above you so he can spend time teasing you while forcing you to choke on his length???

michael always cums a bit too quickly and a bit too much - the moment he enters you for the first time, he can't help but fill you up immediately (good thing he's blessed with inhuman stamina)

he's also the biggest fan of you offering to clean up the mess of his cum dripping down his shaft - if your ass is a bit tender and sore from his rough pace, he's more than happy to soften in your mouth while the two of you catch your breath and wind down

mikey isn't very confident with toys and would much rather pleasure you by himself, but he wouldn't mind learning slowly what you prefer over time

he's also not a fan of lube - it feels too cold on his skin and the slippery nature of it scares him a little, so the best way to get him all coated in pre (for your comfort ofc) is to rim him. his tip drools and spits out so much of his arousal whenever you fuck him with your tongue, rest assured it'll bubble down his shaft and drip onto your chest. the delicious flush of his neck and upper chest is a glorious sight to behold

he first feels the urge to make love to you slowly after he sees a steamy, romantic sex scene with a married couple on television - he wants to give you the warmth and care the actors portray on screen

when you first offered to give him head, he tentatively slapped his cock against your tongue to test waters and see if you liked the taste but ended up addicted to the feeling. he'll smack it against your lips and tongue every time you're on your knees for him

his heavy balls slapping against your chin while he floods your mouth with salty, thick warmth is one of his favourite sounds

he starts breathily whimpering in his gravelly voice whenever he fully bottoms out in your heat, one of the rare moments when he totally loses control over his lust for you

he grunts out the syllables of your name when he's about to cum, digging his fingers into your hips and nipping your neck, leaving deep marks on your skin

mikey gets the same rush whenever you both cum together as to when he stabs someone and kills them after a long game of cat and mouse - there's a reason why the french call it 'petit mortis', a little death

the first time the two of you had sex, it brought out such intense emotions from michael that he was left shaken, crying from confusion about the onslaught of feelings he just shared with you. he is originally torn between holding you close and never letting you go as well as instantly leaving and isolating himself in his own space - like he's used to. he needs time to fully mull over the situation and new sensations he experienced but he would really like to have you nearby incase he needs a hug :(

on a long day, after you've given him head, he'll softly catch his breath while watching you blissfully hum and rest your cheek against his thigh. he huffs a small chuckle as you press light kisses into his softening cock

myers really doesn't want to hurt your ass or bruise your upper thighs too much as he needs to have you perched on his lap whenever he can, but you can expect tender skin from his hips slapping into you as well as bruises from his grip on your waist and hips

if he was too rough with you the night before (maybe accidentally leaving bone-deep bruises or purple marks and scratches along your body), he'll disappear early next morning and return during breakfast with a fistful of fresh tulips as an apology, with their stems partially crushed. just be sure to rinse off the dirt still attached to the roots, it's the thought that counts :<

michael may be inexperienced and bashful but he'll try anything once if it gets you off and brings you pleasure

michael loves to place his hand around your throat, just as a reminder of his sheer strength and power over you. with the slightest amount of pressure, he could make your brain go dumb and your tongue loll out

he chokes you until your eyes become unfocused, your little gasps and whines becoming softer and softer. the proud glint in michael's eyes is deserved, as you fully trusted him with your life while you were in your most vulnerable position. he holds you close while you unsteadily catch your breath, mumbling about how good you are to him and stroking your hair all the while

if you're too shy to look up at him while he fucks you or gives you head, he'll tilt your chin up and groan when your cheeks flush at his blown out pupils

he's the type to not pull out after, needing to soften and catch his breath while still feeling connected, inadvertently overstimulating you without fail as his whole body is racked with aftershocks

if he's feeling mean, michael will make you hump his thigh while he palms at his dick during one of his arts and crafts sessions

he wipes the last dribbles of his cum on your inner thighs after he pulls out. he'll clean it either way - with a damp towel or his tongue, it's up to you <3

occasionally after a spree, he'll need to let his mind rest and will use you as his cute little fleshlight, burying himself deep inside you while guiding your hips along with his rhythm at a bruising pace. if you pay close attention, you'll see his lips forming silent prayers and whispers of apology whenever you yelp from the pace

his post-kill musk is potent enough to make your head spin. if you rest your cheek against his pectoral, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat start to slow against you :<

his guilty pleasure is pulling out while cumming thick spurts, slapping his tip across your skin while smearing his load all over you, be it your lips and cheeks or ass and thighs

michael doesn't want to disturb your sleep if he's needy, so he'll slip your hand in between his boxers and pajama pants to feel your smaller hand against his throbbing bulge. he's content to doze like that but expect to feel him humping into your fist while he sleeps. you may wake to the sound of sheets rustling as he licks up the mess he made, much too tired to change sheets but not wanting it to dry and soil your sheets

he insists on placing his hand firmly on the back of your neck whenever he takes you from behind - to stop you from fucking yourself back on his cock and squirming at his pace

after sex with mikey, it's a common occurrence for you both to be a panting mess on the floor when he's done, your throat sore from mindless babbling and loud moans - all complete with a wet, drool-covered spot on your shirt from his grunts through gritted, gnashed teeth. when he's floated back into the right headspace, he's absolutely mortified by his behaviour and is tentative to even glance at you in a less than innocent way for the next couple hours

if your soft body goes limp in his arms after a mind-blowing orgasm, he gets scared at first and stops his thrusts. he's worrying he hurt you but, once he realises you're alright, he'll support your head and neck and go completely feral, thrusting and grinding until he reaches his high as well

whenever you fall asleep ontop of him, he needs to have your face tucked into the crook of his neck - the scent of your hair and sex in the air lulls him to sleep quicker than any sedative could

he adores your attention while you both bask in your respective afterglows - your hands gently cradling his face while he tucks himself away is one of his favourite, most soothing actions of yours. he'll always rub circles into your skin in return

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amab hcs

michael is inexperienced and completely driven by instinct when it comes to giving head - he wouldn't be deep-throating, instead focusing on your tip and licking along your veins. he's a master of giving handjobs, with the amount of spit he shamelessly coats you with (not to mention his rougher hands)

if he's particularly needy, he'll come up behind you and gently undo your belt while tracing his fingers over your zipper, nosing at your jaw and softly rutting into your ass while panting above you

the moment your fly is undone, his breathing gets ragged and drool nearly starts dripping down his chin

cages you against a bench or wall to rut against your ass and breathe in your scent after a long day at work

if you introduce him to rimming,, lord save your soul. his scruff rubs your ass raw with how often he goes to town on your tight, puckered hole. his favourite bit is pulling back and admiring how you glint in the light with his spit shining all over

of course, the extra spit only helps his efforts of bullying his throbbing cock into your poor hole

whenever michael is close to the edge while buried deep in you, he starts uncontrollably twitching and bumping your prostate, causing you to let out a pitchy whine at the unexpected feeling. every time without a doubt, his eyes roll back and growls into your ear at you clenching around him

he has a small photo shrine of your cocks together, a mess of cum and spit framed for his appreciation (he's a romantic)

his dirty fantasy is getting your attention while you're on the phone in bed by mouthing and groping at your cock, working you through the fabric of your pants

michael is obsessed with rutting his cock against yours, covering each other in your arousals, cum spurting up onto your chests as you nip and kiss at each other's chest and throat

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afab hcs

mikey loses his mind a little each time you cream on his shaft, feeling your arousal dripping down to his balls and coating the insides of his thighs. just the thought of your slick coating him is enough to make his eyes roll back

he rips or cuts your underwear off you if he's too impatient to wait for you to fully undress

once michael is fully stuffed inside you, he gently traces where you meet, in awe of how he manages to fit in your heat

his large hands span over the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you tear up at the pressure and drip onto the sheets

leans his head closer to your ear just to make sure you hear his groans and grunts while he destroys your pussy

his favourite sight is his pearly globs of cum oozing out of your puffy, soaked hole - made complete by the fucked out glaze in your eyes as you stare at the blurry spectre of a giant between your thighs

he tentatively gropes your thighs and enjoys warming his hands by sticking them up your shirt. if you both happen to make an appearance in public, expect him to crowd around you to try and shield you form from wandering eyes - he may be yours but you're also his, so no one has a right to touch or even look at your precious body (especially not your soft tits or ass, they're for him only)

teach him to tie his hair in a messy bun or acquire a hairband for him to keep his hair from getting sticky whenever he does down on you, slurping and worshipping your pussy like it's his god-given purpose on this earth

once he tries taking you in a mating press, he accidentally discovers heaven. he can fully dwarf you in his shadow and also cradle your pretty face while erratically thrusting and groaning in that raspy voice you love. if he fucks you dumb, he's more than happy to wipe away your tears

sometimes michael hesitates pushing into you for fear of it hurting too much, unintentionally resulting in him working you up by teasing your entrance with his thick cockhead then nudging your clit, fully soaking his length in your arousal

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ftm hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael's sadistic side comes out when he spanks your cock until your sloppy boycunt is drooling onto the mattress. he makes sure to gently slip his finger in your hole every so often, his delight in your whines is very evident when you can feel him throbbing under you

his strong forearms easily hold down your hips to stop them from rutting into his mouth whenever he sucks you off, making you shiver with every thrust of his tongue. his dick is neglected while he goes to town, not that mikey minds at all. he knows he'll be able to go balls deep after you've cum at least once to loosen up for him

due to his strength, he'll keep you still even while you become overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain but he's too far gone to care - this man becomes so pussydrunk that he can barely process that he's stained all of the material in your immediate vicinity with your arousal; your pants, his shirt, the carpet and not to mention the couch or bedsheets from his erratic wiping of his fingers when they get too slippery

loves to have you bouncing on his cock - grabbing your hips until they're bruised to control the pace and depth, pushing you to take all of him inside

sometimes if you look extra delectable while attempting to reach something off of a high shelf, michael may not be able to control himself and his craving for your taste - he will bend you over with no hesitation and make out with your cunt, nose glistening in your folds as his chapped lips graze against your tdick and his chin dripping with your pre. his massive hands groping your ass as he spreads your legs for better access

the rhythmic clapping of his heavy balls slapping your sopping cock is forever engrained in his mind, sometimes resurfacing at the most inconvenient times - he will be forced to rush home in the middle of an attempted spree just to feel your body against his

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mtf hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael chases the sensation of having you pressed up against him while you're wearing clothing he's gotten you

he loves you feeling pretty whenever you're on top, tucking your hair behind your ear and using his thumb to swipe his cum off your chin

he will make you do your makeup before you fuck, needing you to feel as beautiful as possible while he absolutely destroys your hole - lipgloss smeared, mascara running, hair mussed and bruises all over your hips. he views you as a goddess, so expect him to make you feel like one

when you guide him to take your balls in his mouth, he'll eagerly suckle on them then return to your tip for his reward, eager to lap up your arousal with obscene slurping noises and proud huffs of satisfaction

he has a small shrine of your panties he's borrowed, keeping the ones with the dainty floral details for 'creative inspiration'

mikey gently squeezes on the back of your neck when preparing to take you from behind - he cannot simply cum from you squirming in impatience and grinding into him, he's not even inside you yet (it would be a waste quite frankly)

as his stubble rubs you raw whenever he eats you out, prepare for the bubbling heat beneath your skin to return tenfold whenever he fucks your thighs like a madman

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sorry if writing quality dropped, this took so long lmao. art the clown is next btw, look out for that.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[koenigami]

➵ WRIOTHESLEY synopsis : how does one express such a strong feeling like love when someone like him is involved? wc : 1k tags : fem!reader, fluff, smut, emotional reader who is very bad with words of affirmation

you don’t get how he does it so easily. how he manages to make your heart beat faster, your face heat up, body react and get aroused. his words hold such a great power over you, especially so because he has proved to you many times that they’re not empty promises. 

wriothesley has shown you his love in all kinds of forms and ways. whether that be in your bedroom, or in more appropriate situations. 

and you’re so jealous. 

because as he keeps one hand on your ankle, with your leg perched on his shoulder, while the other is putting the slightest pressure on your abdomen - you wonder why you can’t convey your feelings to him the way that he does. directly. honestly. in the heat of the moment and without any filter. but you simply can’t. 

expressing your feelings verbally has never been your forte. and in moments like these, where your lover keeps praising you, showering you with “i love you’s” and petnames until all you can do is try not to combust, you hope that he knows that you feel the same. 

the invisible veil of embarrassment and shyness always wraps around your mouth multiple times, nearly gagging you, and preventing you from revealing all of you. inside and out. because while you’re both as naked as on the day that you were born, you still feel as if there was a thick layer coated over you that is keeping wriothesley too far away from you. 

every time his cock hits your inner most part, making your throat tighten up and your eyes roll back into your head, you’re not able to tell him how good he’s making you feel. when his hand slips lower, his thumb pressing against your wet swollen clit, jerking the little nub back and forth, you can’t tell him that you like it just like that. that only him can make your body shake like this. that you’re only at his mercy. 

you feel wriothesley’s lips on your skin. sweet and light kisses are spread along your lower calf, and the intimacy, the gentleness is making you tear up. 

having him inside you is not enough. his hands on your body are not enough. his skin against yours is not enough, because it still feels like you’re miles apart. 

“fuck, sweetheart. quit squeezing me so tight or else-” 

a quiet sob rips through the room and wriothesley’s sex dazed mind sobers up in an instant. your leg hits the mattress when he carefully drops it down, and leans over to have a look at you.

“love?” 

wriothesley’s about to stop everything at the sight of the tears trailing down your cheeks. are you in pain? did he hurt you? was it too much? 

all those questions evaporate when he sees you stretch your arms out towards him, grabby hands hovering in front of his face as you keep crying like a toddler begging to be picked up. 

“c’mere.” is all you can get out, yet it is enough for wriothesley to know what is truly going on. the empty space between you is quickly filled with warmth. with him. 

chest against chest, he lies down beside you, his still hard cock slipping out of you, as he wraps you up in the comfort of his arms. 

“i’m here. i’m here, my love.”

whether it’s your tears or snot that are wetting his neck as you nuzzle into him, he could not care less. everything about the past hour is forgotten. the heated kisses and frantic touches, as well as the moans and groans that filled your bedroom-

everything is irrelevant because no orgasm could ever satiate the need that you’re feeling right here and now. 

“wrio-”

“i know, baby. i know. i‘m not going anywhere, ‘m right here.” his hand strokes the back of your head, his fingers delicately combing through strands of your soft hair. a lopsided smile curves his lips when the arms around his middle tighten the slightest bit, and a wet kiss is pressed against the middle of his throat, right below his adam’s apple. 

what you see as a weakness, is for wriothesley one of many reasons to love you even more. you don’t need words to show him that your heart has only space for him. you don’t have to tell him how much he means to you, and how good he’s being to you when he can all discern it in the way your body’s speaking to him. you gravitate towards him as if he was your own little sun. 

his thumb swipes over your cheek when you eventually pull back to look at him. teary, doe eyes stare right into his soul. into his heart. and it’s the prettiest sight that a human being like him could have ever dreamed of. so many things have gone wrong in his life, yet so many went right, with you being his biggest blessing. 

and you prove it over and over again. because he swears that his heart has stopped beating at a normal pace ever since you stepped into his life. you have rekindled his brain. his entire being. 

“wriothesley.” your hoarse voice cuts through his thoughts, and he coos sweetly at you when you sniff and rub the corner of your eye with your palm. a kiss on your forehead, and another on the tip of your nose, and you feel like you’re holding the entire world in your arms. 

“i love you. so, so much.” you croak, cupping his cheek and feeling the light stubble along his jaw as if to distract yourself from the light shake in your hands and the overwhelming fluttering of your heart. 

“hm. i love you too.” wriothesley breathes, his hand wrapped so gently around your wrist as he guides it towards his lips, sealing his words with a final kiss on your palm. “so, so much.”

[captainmera]

i never realised just how much tgb had changed how i thought about the characters (mostly vee) until yesterday when i was re-looking over my toh fan-art. You wrote them so well that i forgot that it wasnt all in the show. like how vee and gus weren't shown to being best friends, vee never got to be angry/shocked by hunter or just willow still holding a little grudge against amity. They are just cool details and im so clad they were added! ps your great

Thank you! Wow that's very flattering! I'm glad you are enjoying it!

I really like Vee, and the more I think about the gang's time in the human-realm, the more I sit back in my chair and think "Ah man, these arcs are really necessary and interesting though.."

Vee also holds a lot of plot, as a basilisk. We can speculate what the reason is that they were extinct, for example (grimwalkers were extinct too).

Wat I really enjoy about TOH's characters are how easily and smoothly they weave into each other's themes and arcs. Their personalities and histories makes them all perfect friends to both build them up and break them down. It's a chefs kiss.

Vee is no different! The set-up for her character was perfectly slotted in to what the other characters needed for their time in the human-realm. And the theme I think the human-realm was supposed to embody.

The demon-realm arc for Luz was a hero's journey, but because of the foil of the trope, and that the point was that: there is no hero/chosen one actually, and the rebels didn't make it in time like in the books, and just because it's a different realm it didn't mean Luz could escape - escapism is temporary.

Dana has said grief and hope are core elements of the story, and she chose to tell it through a foiled trope of being chosen/hero's journey, layered with a religious trauma lens.

To me, looking at Luz as the main character, means looking at her as a nerdy girl in need of escapism, wanting to find purpose, and avoiding her emotions about her dad's passing.

The return to human-realm would be, for Luz, a turning point where TOH turns from being about a hero's journey and a journey about the steps of grief and healing - at the end of it, she will find the light.

Vee, to me, is kind of like a new take on the guide character. She is not a guide, in the sense that she has all the answers, but rather all the truths.

She was right when she told Luz she had everything and still chose to run away. They're not the same. Vee is also a lot better than Luz at being normal and fitting in, something Luz has been playing off and avoiding facing. Luz sees herself as being different as a bad thing, she tried to run away to a place where "weird" was normal and that didn't work out. Now she's back home and feels that it's all her fault bad things happened, because she is herself. And the person she is is different. And different didn't mean special, just different. Of course she's depressed.

The same is true for all the other characters. Vee gets to reflect their truths too, simply by being crafted, narratively, into being the guide.

Hunter gets to face his actions as the GG, come to terms with the nuances of his bad actions, whatever reason he committed what he did. Find forgiveness not just from Vee but himself too. He gets to start over, just like her. She shows him it's possible.

Gus gets someone to share his dream with, his love and enthusiasm for the human realm. A place that Vee feels is more home than where she came from. Gus gets to grow as a person, both morally and intelligently. As does Vee, she gets somebody who shows her that she doesn't just have to be a refugee, she can have a purpose here. She can be an ambassador.

Willow was set up to have an arc where she mistook her newfound magical and physical strengths (she is working out a lot in canon after she changed track), for inner strengths. Willow is a sensitive girl, and a bit of a berserk (I mean she was willing to burn her own mind just to hurt Amity). Willow having to face Vee, who isn't physically stronger than her but is significantly further down the road of being internally strong, is something Willow can learn from. Perhaps even have conflict with! (but more so a conflict with herself than with Vee, really.)

With Amity, Vee has a simpler role. I think to Amity it's more so showing that it's possible to live in the human realm, and giving her hope that going back and forth is a future for everyone who wishes to do so. Creatively speaking, I think Amity and Vee more so to bounce off one another for the plot, rather than character growth or decline.

Camila, I think, is the most interesting. Because she has now spent approximately a year with Vee, half of it thinking she was Luz and having feelings about her daughter having changed so much, the line "I'm glad youre still creative" comes to mind. As well as the terror of losing Luz again. But also, because she has had her own unseen arc and development with Vee, and them having bonded into a foster family that we never got to see glimpses of, it goes without saying that Camila has already done the internal work to take on more kids if that's necessary. I think she saw these kids by her door and thought "yep. They're mine now too." Vee, I think, is interesting to toss into the family dynamic between Luz and Camila, who seemingly are misunderstanding one another significantly. Vee sees them both, and can be a voice of reason when it comes to it. Or if it would come to it.

ANYWAY MY RANTS ARE LONG. IM DONE. THANKS FOR READING.

[fumifooms]

On beastkin tattoos and drawn/written magic

Tried figuring stuff out because I was making a tattooed beastkin oc. Take it or leave it, just a bunch of observations and theorizing. There is a focus on how the tattoos look but I also try to figure out the underlying principles of how they work.

Table of contents:

observations & important details

Stuff that beastkin tattoos look like

Theories

Non-beastkin tattoos

I called the components lines and dents in the pic above, but it’d be more accurate to call them characters I think, or even symbols. At the time I wasn’t sure if it was a specific "alphabet" used for these tattoos and if they represented anything more than lines to the people using it so I called them like dents in a line or teeth in a toothwheels or inner layers in locks, but since I made the connection to magic circles I think they do. It’s the same structure as with magic circles, lines connecting characters and favoring circle structures. All magic iirc comes from calling upon spirits, so it’s interesting to wonder what written magic does exactly, if it communicates with the spirits or simply compels them.

Observations & important details

The picture at the start summarizes my observations and the recurring patterns, but I’ll also do a rundown and add more. The fundamental structure of the tattoos seem to be lines forming big simple patterns, and then small characters that sprout from a side of those lines. Although, not all lines have characters/dents, and some characters have two lines one on both sides like on Lycion’s forearms. On Lycion’s legs, there are also lines with two rows of characters on either sides, so yeah the line & dents are the fundamental structure but it’s flexible on how it’s put into practice.

Oh yeah, also notable that when doing less intricate doodles like on her blog or Daydream Hours, she often omits details so we can’t be sure on the smaller drawings wether there are dents/characters on some lines or not, we have to assume if they’re implied or if there aren’t any. For example on Lycion’s reference all the lines on his forearms have dents, but if you look at the other beastkins it’s honestly debatable wether there are dents on the lines around their forearms and lower legs, also see Otta’s tattoos on her reference…

One of the more important and puzzling details is that beastkin tattoos look very different depending on the soul type, from werebear to wererat etc etc. BUT we also see with Lycion and that random werewolf, that there is room for difference even within the tattoos for the same soul type… Of course, if we don’t assume that those differences aren’t because the type of canine soul are different, since Lycion does mention he doesn’t know which canine type his was so there’s room for variety there apparently. But I doubt that’d change much within the same genus and whatnot, but still, then we have the question… Weretigers’ tattoos look like tiger stripes, and werebears have lines that seem to emphasize a bear’s chest fur? Those two types have a lot of wavy lines that make them look rather different from werewolf and wererat tattoos. Different soul types certainly seem to require different tattoos, but to what degree is the choice of how and where the lines are placed artistic, and to what degree is it efficient if not necessary? What’s the logic of where they need to be, going from one soul type to the next? The weretiger and werebear one seem to have fitting patterns for their animal, but werewolf and wererat have much more artifical patterns.

One of the recurring patterns with similar placements are all the lines forming circles around wrists, forearms, lower legs and ankles… Positions do seem to be important especially with the recurring placings. Maybe the lines are in the places that are expected to change the most: legs and ankles & wrists with new inhuman different joints, strong muscled shoulders for tigers, strong core for bears, etc. A tiger’s eye, with all the tattoos around them…? More lines = an easier stronger more efficient transformation? With the differences in tattoos for same soul types I don’t know how much precision in the pattern themselves are important tbh, though I imagine the characters/dents are the crux of the magic and precision there is the most important. Feet and hands tend to be untouched though, Lycion is the exception to this with tattoos on his hands and fingers. Circles seem overall important imo, lines are almost always curved, or go straight around a limb to reach its other end and form circles that way, werewolf torso tattoos, etc etc.

In Lycion’s ref the tattoo ink is a brownish red, but we don’t see if that’s the norm- is what I would have said before the new Daydream Hour came out with some tattooed elves portraits where they’re a vivid red. Fleki’s tattoos are covered in her main colored reference(and in the mangas all tattoos are black ofc including Lycion’s, while on her blog and Daydream Hours the color is inconsistent and often black too), Otta’s are black though they also seem at least partly non-magical? The snake/rope pattern doesn’t look consistent with magical tattoos in general imo. Pictures of these tattoos are compiled at the end of the post btw.

It’s also important to remember, because of the pic below, we can never truly be sure of what’s necessary for the tattoo to work and what’s just artificial flourish, though with Lycion I feel like it’s implied that there’s nothing in his tattoos trying to hide in the meaning. It’s also interesting to note that magical tattoos can have random patterns added without it interfering with the tattoo’s purpose. Is it the placement that make them harmless, or that they mean nothing in tattoo magic so it’s like an extra useless line of code that doesn’t get processed? Or is it that once your tattoo is done the meaning of it is sealed, and even if you were to fully cover it up in a solid black square of ink it wouldn’t do a thing? No clue, but it’s all very curious.

Other stuff they look like

A buddy pointed out that one of the recurring patterns looks a lot like DNA strands. Maybe the "dents" signify the different base pairs?? Probably verifiably untrue since that’d mean there would only be a few different type of dents, and also if they’re doing DNA sequencing that would be crazy, but doesn’t that just make you wonder… 👀 Tattoos are like a conduit for magic (mana? Which is also a sort of life force) so I do rlly like the idea that beastkin tattoos specialize in and target the DNA in the some way.

We never see the tattoos from up super close, but especially with Lycion’s the "dents"/characters remind me of norse runes a bit. Mostly because of the structure of straight lines and the simplicity of each character as far as I can tell. Runes being used in magic isn’t a new concept so I wouldn’t be surprised if Kui intentionally incorporated them into art/writing-based magic. Culturally it doesn’t fit well in with the elves as much, but a few of them do have old norse names. (And magic tattoos seem to be a very elven thing)

And another buddy also pointed out that with the characters being connected with a line it was reminiscent of the devanagari script. The elves have a good amount of indian coding, with names and some characters having bindis etc etc, so if intentional it’d be quite an interesting detail.

(Source for second one. I couldn’t find handwritten examples where there’s a clear line between characters much)

Oh- and if we continue the train of thought of indian coding, are reminiscent of henna! The brownish red color is especially on point.

Lastly and very much least, drawing lines that separate and denote body parts always remind me of the guidelines for butchers that people often point to and even draw on the animal when cutting. Since this is the cooking manga I wanted to put this in.

Oh yeah! I should mention that some of the tattoos, especially with the wererats and the lines going down the torsos, also remind me of dissection/vivisection scars/lines.

Theories

Magical tattoos are like a conduit for magic, is what is said. In case of beastkin tattoos, that makes me think it’s not that the tattoos are what keeps the extra soul bound to the body but that they’re what allows the human to freely shift between human and beastkin form, unlike Izutsumi who can’t because she doesn’t have tattoos. So thus the souls are merged with or without the tattoos, but the tattoos help control and reign back the extra soul and its influence both on the body and on the mind. Sort of like a seal. The soul is bound by and not bound in the tattoos. Filtering the animal soul out and not in. Close but not exactly the same theory is that the tattoos are what keep the souls separate, and if there weren’t tattoos the souls would just mix. So then the tattoos are less about control and more about separation itself.

But it depends a lot on the angle you look at it with. Like while some think the soul is within the tattoo, I think the soul is within the body but the tattoos help ‘circuit’ and control it. My friend is convinced that it’s the first and theorizes a lot around that, but I plan to mostly talk about my own take here bc I don’t find the arguments compelling personally. (Do prove me wrong if you can /gen)

We know from Lycion explaining the different beastkins that what animal you can merge with is dependent on size and stature, the build of the body, but the line where a body becomes incompatible with an animal is rather blurry. Nimble bodies become werewolves and beefier ones become werebears, and the only prospect for halflings are rats. We do also know that Izutsumi and assumedly a panther bonded just fine. Obviously, a rat and a halfling still aren’t anywhere the same size, so again the line or hard limit is blurry. My take is that this is because the bodies have to shift between human and beastkin, the transformation has to not strain the body too much. If you try to transform a square into a circle, the muscles and skeleton might really struggle to adapt if not even just mess up. Lycion talks about the physical (and mental strains) in the pics below. Beastkins that don’t have tattoos and are permanently fused like Izutsumi might have more of a wriggle room since they don’t have to transform to and back regularly? But yeah if the animal and human bodies aren’t compatible enough maybe the body would collapse, or just be incredibly painful, who knows. It’s a bit terrifying to imagine what the failed soul bindings and shiftings must have been like when developing all this know how of the magic and what does and doesn’t work. Besides height, general size and body type, the amount of fat of a person might matter, like maybe for werebears. Healing and resurrection magic does take fat away from the body so maybe transformations would be a necessary cost on top of the mana? Or just be needed to form muscles, fur, etc? But yes from the examples we saw I feel like maybe werebears need fat, weretigers need musculature, wererats need to be on the nimble side, and then werewolves have loose requirements? More like ideals than requirements, I really doubt a fat wererat is impossible for example.

My main theory is that the tattoos are more about the transformation than binding the soul to the body, right. For example places that have a lot of tattoos and lines circling around limbs are ankles and lower legs, which with animal leg structures would get changed a lot during the transformation, bones and all. So the artistic parts are more about the tattoo artist’s will and about what parts of the animals are important or require more change while shifting, rather than it being a depiction of the soul’s essence or something like that. As support I think the pictures below referring to the physical strain of being a beastkin are relevant.

With this sort of tattoo magic, it’s a gut reaction to think that maybe there’s a special magical ink used. I doubt it, I feel like if the type of ink was a big component of how the magic works Kui would have mentioned it. There are some tattoos that are black like Otta’s iirc, but all the others are generally red so that could be support to that theory. The patterns evidently do matter a lot, so I don’t think it’s implausible that the patterns on their own are enough to fulfill their purpose. There’s also how "[the tattoos] are like a conduit", so I don’t think the tattoos cost or give mana but rather they, well, conduit the mana that’s in the body to be as efficient as possible or to fulfill certain specific tasks, like transforming, / lifting the wall between you and the animal soul bound to you.

Sigh how the hell does tattoo magic even work. "The tattoos are like a circuit" SURE but the symbols have to still mean something right… But then how does adding random patterns to camouflage the tattoos come into play without affecting the meaning, and if there’s an artistic or varying aspect to it and tattoos differ from one individual to the other for the same purpose then maybe it just isn’t a strict magic at all? I do find it fun that we don’t really know the underlying principles of the magic so it’s hard to even know how it activates and whatnot. Going back to tattoos being able to have extra patterns tattooed on top of it without it affecting the performance of the tattoo... But yes I do lean towards the explanation that as long as the extra patterns don’t mean anything they don’t interfere. But like if you just drew a line over the character/symbols/dents would it register that and stop working, or no? The limits are all so blurry… Here’s to hoping the world guide book 2 has info on it!! Readying myself to either get full face slapped or to have "I told you so" bragging rights.

Theoretically, it should be possible to bind two human souls together, or a monster soul. Izutsumi and Lycion’s souls are called feline and canid monsters iirc, but that’s like calling a panther a monster, I wonder if an actual monster from a dungeon’s soul would be more unstable to bind and to shift into… Monsters can leave dungeons, but I wonder about The Demon’s influence on them, like how he’s able to manipulate at will Kensuke, maybe it’s as long as a monster is in a dungeon? That could potentially be sooo bad for the monster beastkin. Wild speculation though, and I imagine being a human-human beastkin would be super extra mega taboo, I wonder if it’s ever even been tried according to elven records. This is the section that was important for my dunmeshi oc lol, evidently I think tattoo magic is very interesting so I want to explore the limits of it with ocs, a tattoo artist trying more and more ambitious projects and soul like a lovecraftian protagonist learning about what should be left unknown, and a dude who really wants to be More Than Human and divine almost with identity issues that decides to take on like 6 different souls. If you’re interested here’s the dude, still a huge wip tho.

I think it’s important to remember that tattoos are used for different magic and effects too, not limited to beastkins.

Edit 10/2/‘24 oh hey a leak, neat

Other non-beastkin tattoos

I know that I didn’t point out every detail and difference ever, like in that magical tattoos extra with the halfbody person those assumedly aren’t beastkin tattoos even if I included it in the main pic, and how the bust in that same picture has a line of characters around the neck without any line connecting them much like in the pictures below.

Which speaking of this is a good place to talk about different cultures having different systems or characters for magic? The torso of that guy in the upper right corner for example has very different patterns than what I’d have expected with the beastkin tattoo examples. And of course, Izutsumi’s tattoo…

Izutsumi’s tattoos support that the characters/symbols are the most meaningful and important part. Also goes against the assumption that the elven written magic system is because the symbols communicate with the spirits better, since well, they seem to understand japanese just fine. Maizuru’s written magic is said to be akin to gnomic magic, and she reminds me of irl onmyodo a lot. Like many other types of magic, different regions, people and cultures find different ways to practice their version of it.

Meanwhile this unnamed canary’s tattoos follow the rules I’d laid out

And here with Otta, what I said earlier about her tattoo being ink and her tattoos not really seeming magical imo, maybe except the ones around her forearms? Hm I’ve always misread them as sort of a snake randomly curling around her arms but they’re still geometric after all, who knows.

[gatheringbones]

[“When I first came out as a lesbian in 1971, identity politics were so pervasive that this modality didn’t even have a name; it was simply the sea in which every queer sank or swam. One of the key assumptions of identity politics is that we can reveal in one grand social drama of coming out the absolute inner core of truth that makes up one’s “real self.” Coming out is seen as a process like peeling away the layers of an onion or the petals of an artichoke. Identity politics also assumes that your political allies will have to be people who share your identity because nobody else could understand your oppression or really be committed to fighting it; that people who share some aspects of your sexuality but not others are either afraid to come out or traitors to the cause; that it’s not possible for someone to change the way they label themselves without being dishonest or cowardly.

Now I see queer politics quite differently. I know from personal experience that I can’t trust somebody just because their sexual preferences or their gender identity resembles my own. I know we can make allies who are indignant about injustice even if it does not impinge directly upon their own lives. I see coming out as a lifelong process that proceeds as I become ready to understand and accept aspects of myself which bear lessons I need to learn at different points in my life. Each new coming out does not recreate me as a whole new person; I think some people view it this way, but this is crazy-making and too compartmentalized for me. It’s more like being able to see each and every spoke of the wheel that makes up my being, or like opening up and furnishing another new room of my soul.

I wonder what coming out would be like if we were not forced into these defensive positions of tribal loyalty and us-them thinking. What if we could say to a friend who was embarking on a new coming out, “I love you, and so I must also love this new aspect of yourself. Because I care about you I want to know more about it. Let’s both learn from this.” Instead, what usually happens is a great deal of indignation, betrayal, and rejection. I think this is because a person who is coming out threatens the identities of former acquaintances, partners, and coworkers. If someone else’s identity can be fluid or change radically, it threatens the boundaries around our own sense of self. And if someone can flout group norms enough to apply for membership in another group, we often feel so devalued that we hurry to excommunicate that person. This speaks to our own discomfort with the group rules. The message is: I have put up with this crap for the sake of group membership, and if you won’t continue to do the same thing, you have to be punished.

We seem to have forgotten that the coming-out process is brought into being by stigma. Without sexual oppression, coming out would be an entirely different process. In its present form, coming out is reactive. While it is brave and good to say “No” to the Judeo-Christian “Thou Shalt Nots,” we have allowed our imaginations to be drawn and quartered by puritans. I believe that most of the divisions between human sexual preferences and gender identities are artificial. We will never know how diverse or complex our needs in these realms might be until we are free of the threat of the thrown rock, prison cell, lost job, name-calling, shunning, and forced psychiatric “treatment.”

I do not think human beings were meant to live in hostile, fragmented enemy camps, forever divided by suspicion and prejudice. If coming out has not taught us enough compassion to see past these divisions, and at least catch a vague glimpse of a more unified world, what is the use of coming out at all? I have told this story, not to say that anybody else should follow me or imitate me, but to encourage everyone to keep an open mind and an open heart when change occurs. The person who needs tolerance and compassion during a major transformation may be your best friend, your lover, or your very self. Bright blessings to you on the difficult and amazing path of life.”]

patrick califa, from layers of the onion, spokes of the wheel, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

[judithan-fr]

Tutorial: How I Render Accents

PART 2: COLORS

I usually do not recommend 'pixel hunting' aka going over your work with a fine tooth comb and picking out stray pixels to erase. However, for setting up a proper base layer for accents it is imperative to do so.

To explain my method of color blocking: I select everything outside of the lines, invert that selection, then fill in. This does a more accurate job than going into each and every section and filling them all in individually, and is also significantly faster. Only downside is small sections like above where you can see bits of the green (which I use bright green against a dark grey background to contrast the base color, lines, and background) poking out, as well as the inner section where it filled in a spot I did not want filled in. Getting all of this right in this stage will make your life easier as you go. (It's also the method I use to color block all my work, even beyond accents)

Now this where my style of rendering color may come off intimidating and, tbh it might be. I do gradients first and then I color over them with "normal" blend layers. I typically don't use multiply layers unless I'm shading something that has a lot of textures. If this scares you, it's okay I'll keep walking you through it. Here, my gradient goes from a pastel but deep periwinkle, to a soft more cyan blue, then to a lighter pastel green. Skipping steps and going from the periwinkle to green will give it a different look. There's also hints of a pinkish tone as an accent color.

So as I said, these additional layers are done with regular "normal" blend mode layers. I've placed one in between the butterfly line art and the line art for the rest of the flowers, and then an additional layer under everything else. This allows me to create a glow effect specifically around the butterflies, and then specifically under the flowers. Going back and forth with the proper amount of opacity (by using the airbrush transparently) helps to make it glow but not be Too Loud. Also checking it against a dark background can help to check for spots where it spills past the borders, as well as really gauge how Bright it is. I've also color matched the butterflies with the flower pits and the bulbs. This adds extra cohesion and makes them all look uniform but different enough with the gradients.

The stages of how I render gems/dew drops. Take the base color, make it a bit darker and less saturated (as well as changing the hue a bit depending on what the default color is. For yellows I go more orange/red, for blues I go more purple or even pink. It depends), add a small drop light at the bottom thats a fairly saturated version of the base color, and then a stark white/ near white highlight. That's it. Don't over complicate it, it will not matter when it gets shrunk down. Note that I do not use multiply/overlay/screen layers for these types of things as it adds too much bulk to the files and doing it manually helps to strengthen your color theory skills.

For shading and rendering, again, I create a "normal" layer and simply. Draw over what exists. Color picking and hand blending allow me to create the exact shades and effects that I want that multiply/screen/overlay layers may not be able to achieve. (which isn't to say I dont use them! i just don't use them for the main meat and potato part of my coloring) All of what is shown here is also achieved with the CSP asset SOIPEN (which can be found for free in the asset store)

another example. The one on the right is showing how the layer looks without the gradient base layer under it. All of this is rendered by hand. I also specifically put a highlight color around where the butterfly is sitting to give a better illusion that it is properly sitting on the flowers rather than just in front of them.

Next is changing the color of the lines, if needed. A method i'll use is I color just the sections I want (on a separate clipping layer) then lock that layer's alpha setting to them add in a gradient. It's a small and subtle effect that adds more depth without doing a lot of effort. (work smarter not harder)

Now we get to the Polish Layers!

first image is how it looks as a base. second image is with an overlay layer applied. I've used some dark purples and mid tone desaturated greens to push the values a bit further (especially evident on the top left wing) Third image is with a screen layer applied, highlighting the inner most part of the flowers and adding some additional bounce light.

An important thing to note about making accents vs making full coverage skins: OPACITY AND LAYER TYPES MATTER OVER TRANSPARENT SPOTS. What I mean by this is that if you use a soft, light grey to shade with a multiply layer, don't clip it to anything, and have it go outside the lines - that will no longer appear as a 'shadow' when it comes to the final result. Instead you will have a section of soft light grey that is simply laid on top of whatever the image under it is. The same applies for overlay/screen/add layers and so on. If i use a very dark color on a screen layer (to give a soft highlight) and airbrush it over a bunch of stuff and don't clip it, it will end up with this horrible dark splotch over everything that isn't opaque. To this end, mastering normal layers is imperative to having well rendered and convincing accents.

Another thing of note: when it comes to sparkles/small details, note how 'large' the sparkles behind the butterflies are. They seem a bit chunky, yeah?

this is what they look like at proper size. If anything, I could have gone larger on the small metal beads connecting the dew drop jewels to the lace.

Another trick I also like to do is this:

a slight hint of transparency! It's just enough to let the dragon's lines underneath show through but not enough to be super noticable. I like to do this a lot when it comes to sparkly and magical effects.

Next is the worst part of all: destroying all that beautiful hard work with the shadow and line art layers! (sobbing)

This stage always agonizes me. This is my first pass of the shadow/line layers and let's hope it's dark enough.

But yeah that's a start to finish look at how I create my accents. Unfortunately a lot it devolves into needing to know, yknow, line weight and silhouette importance, color theory and the ways that drawing applications actually apply color to a png vs how its rendered in app. All of these things impact the finesse of the accent, and are things you do have to learn gradually over time, but hopefully this has given yall some additional insight and perhaps some helpful tips.

And this should also explain why I get so mad when people go 'hey can I get this accent in another color' no! no you literally can't!

[booksandabeer]

A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy) (E | 150 K)

To celebrate the completion of the fourth & final part Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) in this wonderful series by dorian_burberrycanary.

Author's summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

Follow Steve and Bucky on their Great American Road Trip as they drive and eat their way across the country and beyond. From the beaches of the Jersey Shore to the graveyards of Savannah, from the cragged horizons of Mexico to deserts with (small) volcanoes, from college campuses to earthship settlements, from the mountains of Colorado to the monumental emptiness of the Great Plains and on and on and on…there is always more road ahead.

A Man Takes... is a miracle of a series that works with what should be an unworkable premise: Steve really did leave to go live in the past. He returned a few months later, yes, but he still made that choice. Knowingly. So, how can any author, any story, rectify such a colossal mistake, and how can it be reconciled with a believable, satisfying romance that short-changes neither Steve nor Bucky? Like this. With patience, and care, and often painful honesty. Just like Steve, this story slowly digs itself out from under the burden of that terrible decision.

I know that some people are very reluctant or even outright refuse to read EG-compliant fics and I understand why this might be a tough sell for them. Believe me, I do. But this series manages to neither let Steve off the hook for his choices nor does it punish him excessively. Instead, Steve and the readers are repeatedly confronted with the fact that there are no magical solutions here, no take-backs—it’s a fix-it, yes, and very much a Stucky fic through and through, but it’s not a fix-it fantasy where in the end everything turns out to have been an unfortunate misunderstanding after all. What's done is done and the only way out is through. But. even if you usually prefer to ignore anything that happened post-[insert preferred point of canon divergence here], please, please try to give this absolute marvel of a series a chance. It is genuinely one of the most rewarding and satisfying works I've ever read in this fandom. It's catharsis in slow motion.

You will find descriptive writing here that is so incredibly beautiful that it will bring you to your knees in awe. This series transcends fanfiction in many ways, as it stands out for the remarkable quality of the prose and the nuance, subtlety, and precision with which it explores both the emotional landscapes of its protagonists and a fictionalized, yet very recognizable post-Snap America. At the same time, it could only ever work as fanfiction because it stays so close to the characters and is so deeply rooted in and filtered through Steve’s inner life and perspective. Just like the real Steve Rogers, this story is smart and curious, and deeply empathetic towards its characters and the world they inhabit.

Every detail is imbued with meaning. The food Steve and Bucky eat. The clothes they wear. The art they look at. The books they read. The music they listen to. The places they stay at. The landscapes they drive through and the objects they carry with them or acquire along the way. One doesn't need to understand or even notice all of the references, allusions, or ambiguities to enjoy the series, but it makes for such a rewarding reading experience to really dig deep into the many, many layers the author has so expertly assembled into this phenomenally rich text. More often than not in this fic, the curtains aren’t just blue. Or rather, Bucky’s sweatpants aren’t just gray.

At some point amidst this sprawling, reflective journey, a bittersweet realization sets in: There simply is no compensation for the time and life lost, for the pain suffered. No money, no medals or statues, no hagiographies, and certainly no delusional pipe dreams forcibly made real, will ever make up for all that loss. You can't outrun your past, but that doesn't mean you should bury yourself in it. And maybe, solace can be found in mutual understanding, not just between these two men, but in interactions, in shared community—however fleeting—with ordinary people doing ordinary things in their ordinary lives. And in the beauty of the mundane and the relief that there still is a world in which such beauty can exist, even though it is so often a cruel and unjust place. Steve Rogers finally allows himself to feel his feelings: his grief and his shame, but also his joy and—even though he’s already so very tired—his hunger for more. More time, more life, more Bucky.

This series is a wonderful tribute to Steven Grant Rogers—an honest and affectionate portrayal of this compelling and lovable, if at times difficult, character. It is also a gorgeous, intricate love letter to the miracle of a man that is James Buchanan Barnes. As you can probably tell by now, I love it a totally not normal amount.

A most heartfelt thank you to @burberrycanary for taking us all along on Steve and Bucky's long journey across America and (back) to each other. Thank you for letting us sit in the back seat and watch as they learn to love and live with each other in old and new ways, finally find some measure of well-deserved rest and peace, and, together, face their greatest challenge, their longest fight, the eternal question:

How to live with all this survival?

[sagelasters]

Ignore what doesn't align with you

Honestly doubts and negative thoughts is something everyone has, especially when you start getting into the law of assumption, and or you’ve been taught limited beliefs your whole life. I am a person who believes that your past doesn’t determine who you are, at least if you don’t let it. Growth is uncomfortable and requires stepping out of your comfort zone, it is something you constantly have to do in your journey. Now, it is not supposed to be stressful or hard being in the fulfilled state. It shouldn’t be making you feel sick or upset either, and you might need to reevaluate your self concept if it does. I needed to make that clear before I go into the subject I’m supposed to talk about today. 

Now, how do I deal with doubts and intrusive thoughts?

I set out a mission for myself and it’s just simply me assuming that I wake up in the void every night. And I’m naturally a very anxious person, a part of me always panics every time I don’t physically try to do something (forcing myself to do awake methods, even though they’re not very compatible with me). I am used to the mindset of having to work hard for my wishes, which hinders the mental process of feeling fulfilled. But I slowly realized that why the fuck would it be hard? I am literally in control of my own reality so, why should I stress over something trivial like this?

I felt silly so slowly, I started ignoring the thoughts that no longer served me, treating it like an annoying pest who kept whispering in my ears. It’s kind of like Eddie and Venom, in which you have two different beings in one body; the physical being and the spiritual being. Of course, Venom at the beginning was a big ball of chaos and kept prompting Eddie to make unwanted actions. It wasn’t until they found a common ground to settle on, that they decided to learn how to work together. When you learn to leave those doubts alone and let it drift away, instead of fighting it; you will feel much better. 

Don’t overthink, just because you can’t see it in 3D doesn’t mean your desires aren’t there. Your “failed” attempts never existed, erase and ignore what does not align with your assumptions. You are meant to have that desire because why else would you want it? You have a spiritual connection with that desire, and that’s fucking magical. The universe operates in many layers and oftentimes, our simple senses can’t see what’s moving behind the scene. Physicality is the last level and will only manifest when the inner you accepts it. 

And just because it didn’t happen quicker than you want, IT’S OKAY. You getting what you want is inevitable and what’s the worst case scenario? You abandoning the whole process, that’s the worst thing to ever happen. Don’t rely on the 3D and let yourself be enslaved by it. A god will never allow themself to be confined in a cage. A god is an entity of its own, and listens to no one but themself. A god knows what they are capable of and never doubt their powers.

That god is you.

So quit avoiding and fighting, it's like a never ending battle against yourself. It's only a cycle when you let yourself get stuck, and I know that it feels uncomfortable at first, but you will get used to it slowly. A toddler can't walk on its own unless it learns to, doesn't matter how many tries it took them. Birds soared the horizons because they had the courage to fly.

[meownotgood]

ghost. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, 18+, smut, sub aki, handjob, bondage, begging, choking, using the ghost devil power to pleasure aki

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

"S-Shit, please, not so tight..."

Aki inhales a sharp breath of air when your knuckles clench, and subsequently, so does the hand of the Ghost Devil. Its grip tightens on his thigh, squeezing the muscle. With a simple twist of your wrist, the devil's arm moves, and Aki's leg is spread open further.

The position he's in is so obscene. One ghostly hand gripping his right thigh, another holding his left, guiding him to spread them open wider and wider. An arm is wrapped snugly around his neck, and when all he can do is uselessly grab at the empty space where the Ghost Devil exists, but can't be touched, he's left to just sit there and squirm.

The devil's arm wraps harder around his neck, and Aki's jaw clenches; his protests turn into meager sputters and gasps for air as it chokes him. You flick a single finger, guiding another hand to appear from thin air and drift between his open legs. It glides over his inner thigh, making his whole body shiver, before its ghostly palm begins toying with the tent in his slacks.

"You're enjoying this."

Aki's eyes go wide, and his cheeks flush a deep shade of red. "No, I'm..." His bottom lip trembles, so he draws it between his teeth, biting down.

He can deny it all he wants. He can claim he doesn't enjoy this, say he hates how a fucking devil is touching him, despises how you're teasing and manhandling him. But the prominent bulge in his slacks, and how damn hard he is says otherwise.

You guide the ghost's hand to rub the thick outline of his cock, gripping and squeezing it through his slacks, and Aki whines, his eyelashes fluttering shut. He reaches down instinctively, but when his hands yet again pass through nothing, he settles with pressing his palms flat to the ground in an attempt to keep himself steady.

Aki's breath comes out harder and harder, his heart hammering in his chest. His bangs stick to his forehead, strands of hair getting in his eyes, and he can feel droplets of sweat dripping down his face. He can't help but squirm his hips as the ghost's hand gropes his dick, sending precum oozing out to dirty his briefs. But when he shifts too much, you simply force the devil to grip his thighs harder in response, until there's no chance of him moving even a muscle.

You bring up your other hand, then, and direct the Ghost Devil to shove another, fourth hand to Aki's back. It presses him forwards, arching his back, while the arm around his neck keeps him firmly in place.

Now this, this is obscene. This is completely disgusting. Here Aki is, compromised by his own subordinate, and by a piece of trash devil. Here he is, one of the most respected devil hunters in his division, restrained with his legs spread as wide as they can manage, his back arched, his chest heaving. And the worst part? He's getting off to it.

Aki's cock throbs incessantly in his pants, aching, dying to be touched — And when the ghost's hand rubs the sensitive tip, even through the layers of fabric, it feels like heaven. Aki's eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head, and he desperately moans, "Oh, f-fuck." He needs more, hell, he needs to beg for more.

"God, please." Aki brings his gaze onto you. He stares at you with such a pathetic look, his eyes glazed over with lust, and his pupils blown, swallowing the deep blue of his iris. When he tries to speak again, he can barely utter the words; his normally resolute voice wavers, threatening to break, his gasps high-pitched. "S-Stop, I- let me... Oh-"

He cuts himself off with a whine when the ghost's hand grips his cock hard. You tilt your head, quietly scoffing, "Tsk, stop whining. Or do I have to gag you, too?"

After a shaky breath in, and a shuddery exhale out, Aki hastily shakes his head. "Sorry- I'm sorry." He swallows, his throat feeling dry and strained, his Adam's apple bobbing. The arm around his neck holds him a little tighter, sending blood rushing to his head. "Just, just please. Touch me."

"Oh? Is this not good enough for you? Maybe I should stop altogether."

"No! No... don't-" Aki shakes his head again, and his hands reach up towards his neck in another feeble attempt to grab the phantom that lingers there, only to leave him gripping at nothing but air. "I just, I-I can't. I want you. Need you to touch it."

You take a step forward, but your strong control on the Ghost Devil remains steadfast. "Yeah? You want me to get you off, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Aki's panting now, his mouth parted, his eyelashes fluttering, "You've got to, you have to, I need it-" Your grip clenches — The ghost's hand grabs his thick cock through his slacks and roughly strokes it, eliciting a sharp, needy whine from his lips. "Oh, G-God, please."

With your hand still clenched, you kneel down beside him. Aki never takes his eyes off of you, although his vision is beginning to blur, his head growing hazy. Carefully, and agonizingly slowly, you use your free hand to unbuckle his belt, pulling it out of the loops. Aki can hear every pound of his heart in his ears, he can feel his cock throb as your fingertips grow closer and closer to what he wants and —

"Hands behind your back."

The haze consuming his mind nearly drowns out the sound of your voice. Aki complies as soon as your command registers, his arms shaking when he brings them around his back, just as you asked. You give him the tiniest bit of relief, loosening the ghost's hold so you can secure his hands behind his back at his wrists, bound by his own belt.

You pop the button on his slacks next, then grasp the zipper and drag it down. You instruct Aki to lift his hips, which he does, and then, you're tugging his pants and his briefs down to his thighs.

Your free hand wraps around the base of his pretty cock, squeezing, causing wet precum to leak from his slit, dripping down the length. It's so sensitive, so fucking hard; he must have been dying to be touched by you. Aki groans quietly, his eyes darting down to watch what you're doing. He stares in anticipation as you pump him once with a loose grip, finally giving him a taste of what he's wanted.

You rub the sensitive tip of his cock with your fingertip, echoing a soft, wet sound, and Aki gasps. "Ah, Aki," You coo, "You've been so good for me, haven't you? You deserve this."

"Uh-huh, mhmm," Aki nods, and he tries to buck his hips up into your touch, searching for more relief, but the invisible hands still gripping and spreading his legs prevent him. "I'm soooooo good for you, so good, r-really good. A-Ah, fuck-"

"Ghost, choke him."

The Ghost Devil obliges: a hand comes to wrap around Aki's neck, squeezing firmly, sending tingles over his shoulders, electricity twisting up his spine. His muscles relax, his body slumps, fully submitting to you.

You jerk him off slow at first, squeezing his cock to coax more precum from his tip, until your knuckles are sticky, and his shaft is smeared and soaked. It feels so good, and with the way you have him restrained, with the way the ghost is choking him, making his head feel fuzzy, everything is fuzzy — All Aki can do is focus on the feeling, on the overwhelming pleasure. All he can do is stay still and let you touch him however you please, and God, he fucking loves it, he loves being at your mercy like this. He's drowning in just how good it feels, in how amazing your soft palm feels when you stroke his aching cock.

"Ghost, touch him here. Be gentle."

Then, you're stroking him faster, faster, while a rough hand comes to fondle his balls, squeezing and groping. The contrast between your soft palm and the ghost's calloused grip, the way you toy with every part of him — It has him fucking reeling, and Aki quickly can't contain his whimpers and sputters.

Aki feels pressure begin to build in his chest, settling in the pit of his stomach, warm and enveloping. Fuck, you've hardly been touching him for long, but it's so much, it's too much. It already feels like he's gonna cum, no, like he needs to cum. His moans grow louder and louder, he's practically gasping for air, and he rubs his wrists together restlessly, uselessly struggling against his restraints.

The ghost's grip loosens on his neck and his thighs, letting Aki breathe again, allowing his legs to begin to tremble.

"Does it feel good? Tell me." You ask, twisting your hand when you stroke up the length of his cock.

Aki stutters through breathless pants, "It feels so good, so g-good. I'm... I'm gonna... g-gonna..."

"You wanna cum all over yourself for me?"

Aki cries out, and with nothing holding him down, his hips buck up shamelessly into your grip, fucking himself into your hand. "Yeah, yeah, I want to so fucking bad, you're gonna... gonna make me cum..."

You lean in close to him, and your breath is hot when you whisper into the shell of his ear, your voice low, "Go ahead. I wanna see you make a mess."

Aki's heart skips a beat in his chest. The pleasure builds and builds and builds, and when it boils over, he's whining and chanting your name, his eyes screwed shut, brows tightly furrowed. His cum spills from his cock, dripping down his shaft, down his thighs. Thick globs of white stain the fabric of his crisp, black suit jacket. So much of his cum, such a huge mess.

As he comes down, he catches his breath, and his body slumps once you command the Ghost Devil to finally release him. His muscles feel sore, his throat feels hoarse, his legs won't stop shaking. Drool leaks from the corner of his mouth, and his bangs hide the fucked-out look in his eyes when his head dips.

"Good job, really good job." You praise. You reach down to tug his slacks back up his hips for him, rubbing your filthy hand off on his pant leg. "Let's go back to work. The next time you want me to use my devil on you, all you've got to do is ask."

[why-raven]

smash or pass? — yiuno.

— quick facts.

HEIGHT. 6' 1" / 186.5 cm

AGE. Unknown (immortal, appears 20+)

GENDER. Male / "Female" (as Yiune)

SEXUALITY. Demiromantic Asexual

— the pros.

ASTUTE. Yiuno is highly intelligent and perceptive; coupled with his resourcefulness, he is an asset you'd definitely want as a partner, whether it's on the battlefield... or even for the long trip ahead across the realm. A protector who's got your back, always. ENIGMATIC. Yiuno is a (wo)man of mystery; his broad knowledge of the world, particularly in ancient history and arcane arts, is extremely valuable. His secretive nature will also keep you on your toes... and yearning for more. There's never a dull day for as long as you're with him. REFINED. While Yiuno is a practical person at heart, he also understands the importance to be presentable for various situations. Perhaps it's due to his educational background, or his rich life experience—regardless of reasons, Yiuno certainly makes a great first impression, and continues to uphold that in the long run.

— the cons.

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. Yiuno operates only by his personal code, his own rules—he doesn't bend his will to others. He can save lives as much as he takes them away; he has no qualms to lie or hurt people. A morally gray person through and through, he simply does whatever it takes to complete his own objectives, to fulfill his personal agendas. It's either his way, or no way. MANIPULATIVE. While Yiuno's secretive nature would excite those who seek the thrill of suspense and mystery trying to crack into his inner world, he's not going to let you in so easily. Sending you on a wild goose chase is what he does best (and enjoys most), and you're in for hell of a ride trying to navigate through his multi-layered masks and labyrinthine mind. SOLITARY. Yiuno often comes and goes like the wind—any attempt to seek a co-dependent relationship with him will only earn you a cold shoulder at best. He doesn't reject human interactions per se: he recognizes the necessity to blend into the society for a life of normalcy. A loner at heart, he needs lots of space for himself and his personal pursuits. He has little to no interest to indulge in the whims of others, unless it aligns with his own goals.

— more info.

WIT. While Yiuno doesn't demand his potential partner to possess the same level of intelligence as him, it'd certainly be easier to build rapport and gain his favor if you're able to communicate with him on equal footing. Otherwise, don't be dismayed at his superficial reactions, a facade maintained out of politeness. Or he'd simply ignore you and walk away once his attention span for you has dried up. SLOW BURN. Yiuno is no stranger to one-night stands or sexual interactions; however, these are often associated with the darker side of his job, hence he's not particularly keen to go there if you're looking to develop a more genuine connection with him. Coupled with his mysterious and callous nature, gaining his trust will be an uphill battle. If you don't have the patience to peel off his tough defenses one layer at a time, then you don't deserve to know him, to be with him, period. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS? Yiuno becomes a shifter due to an incident that involves the aetherial sea (it's a long story); he eventually comes to terms with his duality. Prior to this, "Yiune" was merely a feminine disguise that he used for jobs dealing with the underworld of Eorzea. Once seen as separate identities, now he accepts both egos as two halves that make him whole. Gender and sexuality be damned—man, woman or other, Yiuno frankly doesn't care. Satisfying the sensual needs of both ends of the spectrum isn't a problem for him, but the inverse is a different story altogether.

[arbitrarygreay]

So I have this hot take, which is that Utena did nothing wrong during the first arc's Touga episodes. People high on having freshly discovered fictional analysis love to make a lot of hay about Utena not paying attention and ordering Anthy to say what she wants to hear. Implicit is that therefore Utena deserves to have lost, as well as being as complicit as the rest of the Student Council. Such analysis tends to also point to the later 3rd arc moments where Utena admits that she was selfish about her prince self-image. I now find this analysis pretty facile. Per my current Utena post with the most notes, the girl is 14, not even in high school, and an orphan. Holding her to the standards of immortals operating on 5 layers of subtext isn't something we should do to anyone, much less a 14 year old orphan. In fact, I'd think that Utena was showing a higher respect of Anthy's agency to assume that she wouldn't take such obvious rhetoric as a literal command, because Utena was treating her as an equal who is allowed to either disagree with her or might appreciate someone speaking in solidarity for her. What benefit is there to policing Utena's already extremely milquetoast language? (And that doesn't even get into the part where Anthy was lying the whole time about her obligation to obey her "groom". The whole point of the damn show is that she could chose to disobey even Akio. Utena never had any authority over Anthy, and neither did Utena have any evidence of an enforcement mechanism for that obedience, which is why Utena thought that she could dispose of that power dynamic by simply saying "nah, we're not doing that", which is fully reasonable to think!) Watching Star, another aspect comes into play, which is culture clash, particularly as it applies to class dynamics. In Star (which is centered on Atlanta Black culture), people talk over each other and make orders on others' behalf and order each other to do things incessantly. Speaking in the declarative just how they talk. Noticing, much less having or respecting boundaries is for for the people who didn't grow up in the lower class (and so scoffed at by the people in the neighborhood). In fact, not crossing those boundaries is often a limitation on getting ahead, dictated by the need to hustle. Being overly familiar with each other is often cast as a love language. Holding back for dignity is seen as class privilege, and the upper class in turn wrongly sneer at the apparent lack of sensitivity as vulgarity. What does RGU look like if it was set in inner-city America? What does that first Touga arc look like? How should 14 year old orphans speak when defending their friends from bullies? What ethical/moral judgements should be imposed upon their language?

[eiightysixbaby]

LEAH I AM DECEASED… your new smut is AMAZING… it got me thinking about “accidentally” teasing Jonathan until he breaks… tears are running down my legs

thank you thank you so much! may I elaborate on this thought of yours? 😏 I made him so subby in this so if you were looking for dommy jonny I sincerely apologize LMAO - feel free to send another request and I can fix it if need be 🙈

18+

at first, you’re simply trailing your fingers along his thigh. your fingernails softly scratching over his skin, tracing patterns on his body. you just barely graze over the hem of his boxers, fingers toying with the fabric before traveling back down.

but you get more bold as time passes, and then you’re reaching to his inner thigh, trailing up up up, so painfully fucking close to where his cock grows hard for you beneath one thin layer of fabric. you treat it like a game, pretending you don’t realize what you’re doing while you know he’s definitely paying attention. you keep your eyes trained on the movie that plays on his television, meanwhile all he can look at is you. your finger circles his inner thigh just beneath his crotch, smirking to yourself when he shifts beneath you, subtly adjusting.

you don’t say a word, just let your fingers tease. you tilt your face up to look at him, your lips leaving delicate, chaste kisses to his jawline. a simple gesture, the kisses just quick enough to mask themselves as innocent, but you know it’s going to drive him crazy. a breathy little noise leaves him, barely a whimper, and you sneak a glance down to his crotch. you’ve gotten him so hard already it has to hurt, his cock straining against the cotton.

you almost pity him, almost, before deciding to push him to his limits. make him shatter, make him crumble beneath you. what fun would it be to give up the game now? he’s so pent up, it hasn’t even been ten minutes, but you can hear in his labored breathing that it’s taking everything in him to keep his composure.

jonathan clenches his jaw, trying and failing to ground himself. as far as he can tell, you’re still invested in the movie, not fully aware of the extreme hormones coursing through his body and torturing him. your fingers continue their ministrations, getting so deliciously close to his cock but never quite touching. he feels like he’s on fire, his resolve slowly crumbling with every touch of your skin to his.

you can tell he’s ready to snap when his breathing comes out in harsher spurts, stutters of air released from his nostrils. you can feel him tense, the muscles in his thighs twitching. and then…..

his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements. you meet his eyes, focusing on the crease where his brows furrow together in frustration.

“babe, please, I can’t fucking take it anymore,” he whines, voice nearly cracking in his desperation. “I’m so fucking hard, baby, please touch me, please,” the words keep flowing, strings of pleas tumbling past his lips.

“think you deserve it, baby?” you ask, one final taunt before you’ll give in.

“yeah, fuck, been so patient baby. you’ve had me hard since the movie started. I’ll do anything, anything — I swear — I just need you,” he begs, his voice a pitiful crackly mess as his glassy eyes plead with you.

“well why didn’t you say something sooner?” you smirk, finally letting your hand graze his cock.

he jolts when you touch him, hips bucking beyond his control, and you can feel the wet patch on his boxers from his pre-cum. you’ve barely started stroking him when he cums, his body all too desperate for release. it’s an impossible amount, warm ropes of it coating your fingers, his stomach, pooling at the base of his cock.

but you don’t stop there, simply working him up again until he’s shaking, insisting that he can’t cum again…. until he does.

[jamiesfootball]

The fic I'm ACTUALLY asking about is "Jamie Murders Zava". The fic that I am eyeing suspiciously is "Shock Collar (Jamie)"????????

Jamie Murders Zava actually began as @kvetchinglyneurotic's idea of a more serious fic where. Well. Jamie snaps and murders Zava. They absolutely did not ask me to write a crack fic about Jamie murdering Zava, but I floated the idea and was not shot down about it and then the writing spirits possessed me and now it's happening. Dark humor, a bit silly, and not without a side helping of inner angst. Jamie is simply not a capable murderer. In fact, he is very very bad at it.

Here's a snippet:

Ted sighed. “Jamie-“ “I can help,” he insisted. Ted smiled, but it weren’t a real smile. No, cause Ted had two smiles, didn’t be? The nice one, the one that sometimes made Jamie feel like he’d fumbled his way into a neat trick; and the one that was a mask, all plastic and disappointment and searing into Jamie’s soul like there was something there that needed- cauterised. For other people he had more smiles — fun, happy ones that he used for the world — but he never needed those around Jamie. And he certainly didn’t need it now. Not when it was clear that he was onto him. “Nice of you to offer, Jamie, but I think I can handle a little house call. I'll let Zava know you were thinking about him.” He clapped Jamie on the shoulder. Jamie was sure he could feel through the layers the way Jamie’s skin flushed to ice. “Now how bout you help out by going out there and laying the cones out for practice?”

As for Shock Collar (Jamie). That one is going to be an unpleasant one. The gist of it is one of those 'character mentions something traumatic but doesn't conceptualize how traumatic until they see everyone else around them react to it.'

TW for child abuse under the cut

For about a week, one of his dad's friends had a dog. The dog ran away. They were drinking and Jamie happened to be in the living room trying to watch a match. They don’t even mean anything by it really. It's just a fucking joke that went too far.

The joke in question being putting the dog's shock collar on Jamie and hitting the button to see what it does. Can't be that bad, can it? It's for dogs.

What the fic actually deals with is Jamie coming to terms with how some of the incidents he'd previously filed under 'Reasons His Dad is a Dick' were actually moments of abuse. Full stop.

I'm still toying around with the particulars of the People Finding Out of this one. How the topic comes up centers around the new mascot that's being trained (RIP Earl Greyhound). My first thought was to set it in season 2 after Wembley, with Jamie having a 'So what? You already know my dad is a dick' reaction when confronted with the team's shock and horror, but I'm still rotating the specifics.

One snippet for this fic can be found here but be warned that the snippet in question is rather visceral and deals with the actual shock collar incident from young Jamie's perspective.

[multiscales]

It's honestly looking like Friede is the type that either sucks at communicating properly or doesn't explain things and takes action before anything. People point out him not bringing up how he was ambushed by Spinel but he may simply be the type to not really air out all business that happens.

He's the leader of the RVTs so as the head man maybe he does his best to keep everyone less stressed and at ease and shoulders a lot of responsibility or baggage for that reason. He's a positive person on the outside but at the same time someone who seems to be a bit more mysterious on the inside potentially? He isn't dumb or oblivious. Just an adult with a ship and crew to care for. Maybe he doesn't want to add to their stress levels. We already know he somewhat takes on a surrogate parent dynamic along with Murdock.

I feel like that dynamic extends to the Pokemon aboard the ship being "children" too for the RVTs. They did say "there are children aboard" and I don't believe that was just referring to Liko (and Dot?) either. It definitely gives a different layer to him outside of his coolness.

Maybe his inner turmoil will be him blaming himself for not communicating more clearly with his crew about how Spinel's Pokemon ambushed him and not being more proactive in informing others because he felt the need to shoulder this himself. It's a very relatable story cue for a strong young man who is meant to be a positive force to him team suffering because he decided to go at it alone and not rely on them like he should. I'm not sure if that would have lead to Liko not getting hypnotized and kidnapped last episode but it's an interesting story beat.

[enby-chaos]

"The Unforseen Consequences of Resurrection"

Characters: Wilbur, Phil Word Count: 1,648

Written for @blazingstarininkyblackness for @mcytblrholidayexchange

No one warned him that revival would be painful. Though, that would have depended on someone who had been revived before to warn him. 

He hadn’t seen anyone else since it happened. Their fearful and shocked faces continued to stare at him in his mind from the manic glee he had felt. He will admit, he did get a bit carried away, but he hadn’t felt the sun in years. 

But now that glee had melted away, and had been replaced with pain. 

Wilbur wasn’t entirely sure where he was going yet, walking down the Prime Path with an aimlessness he had never felt before. It was still early enough in the morning that the roads were empty. It was just him, and the bright warm world before him. If his knees didn’t ache, he would have jumped for joy, run around and foll in the grass, breathe in the fresh air again after so long in that godsdamned train station. 

He saw the ruins of the Community House ahead, and the lake the surrounded it. That’s when he noticed the dryness of his throat. He ran for the water, kneeling at the shore to scoop a handful in his mouth. In the back of his mind, Wilbur remembered something about still water and rivers being dangerous to drink, but he didn’t particularly care at that moment. He needed water. 

He hadn’t felt relief in a long time, but quenching his thirst was the first step of many. He felt his stomach growl, empty since the moment he died, he was starved as well as parched. 

Wilbur tried stretching his wings as he stood, wincing at the stiffness. Something popped behind him, a small crack, then his left wing stretched a lot more easily. He tried doing the same to the right, rolling the joint this way and that to try and loosen it up, but to no avail. He gave up after that. 

His stomach, and his bones, continued to ache as he kept walking along the path, searching for someplace to find food. He’ll probably end up stealing from someone’s kitchen, he thought as he walked towards the castle.  

The effects death has on the human, and hybrid, bodies are well researched. The muscles of the body will relax, the skin will pale, and body temperature will cool down to room temperature. All organs and liquids within the body will sink with gravity to the lowest point possible. Rigor mortis, stiffness in the muscles, will set in mere hours after death and slowly reverse over two days.  Less researched are the effects of revival. With revival being a new and unknown concept, most do not know the inner workings. Most people, understandably, assume that the revived individual would feel perfectly fine, since the act of resurrection is a magical one. They couldn’t be more wrong. Revival cannot simply reverse the effects after death, it does not reverse time.  It is a wonder that Wilbur could walk at all, given how nine months of being laid to rest would have left his muscles atrophied beyond function. His complexion remains pale for the next few weeks, his circulatory system working to catch up while he recovers. He has almost zero body mass, most of his weight being what is left of his bones and muscles, with little to no fat. This is a man who should not be alive.  Dr. Ponk, MD, Essempi Institute of Medicine 

Phil found Wilbur standing outside the door to his cabin early after sunrise, his son shivering despite the layers he was clearly wearing. Wilbur looked a mess, hair clearly not brushed properly (though he can see an attempt was made), wings in disarray, and the aforementioned shivering despite the multiple coats he wore, a blue military jacket worn over a brown overcoat. He stood there in shock, never expecting to see his son standing before him again. 

He gave a crooked grin, not looking Phil in the eye, “I don’t have anywhere else to stay, do you have a couch?” 

Phil continued to stare, shocked, just managing to get out a “Yeah mate.” 

Wilbur was quick to move past him, talking as he dropped down onto the small couch, “Good, cause it’s fucking freezing out here- OW!, Phil, why does your couch sink so low?” 

“Because its old,” Phil said before he could think, closing the door and standing next to the couch, “How long have you been back?” 

“A couple of weeks,” He said nonchalantly, “I’ve been staying in that massive crater L’Manberg used to be, but I ran out of food and I needed a shower super badly-” 

Phil stopped paying attention to Wilbur’s rambling. No one had told him that Wilbur had been back for a couple of weeks already. Presumably, Wilbur hadn’t told anyone. Which, frustratingly was very in-character for Wilbur to not tell anyone about it. 

Meanwhile, Wilbur kept talking, “-also I’m pretty sure the explosion I caused was nowhere near that big, there’s no way eleven stacks of TNT could do that much damage I mean-” 

“It wasn’t.”  

Wilbur stopped mid-sentence, “... What?” 

“It wasn’t you,” Phil said, “It was Dream.” 

There was silence for a moment. Then Wilbur laughed. 

“Of fucking course it was Dream! He would never have been able to let it go! Oh there’s no way he would have been satisfied with just me doing it!” 

“Wil-” 

“Sure, I blew it up, but I didn’t want it gone-gone, yknow? Like I had a lot of thinking to do, and yeah sure being alone with my thoughts for years wasn’t healthy, but I gave it to Tommy, yknow? And then Tommy gave it to Tubbo but Tubbo was a good kid- 

“Wilbur!” 

Wilbur stopped. He had started fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves while he rambled, a nervous quirk from his childhood that never went away. He almost seemed to shrink in on himself, pulling his wings closer like a chick trying to hide. Phil almost missed the wince Wilbur made as he moved his wings. 

“Are you okay?” Phil asked. 

He made a face, “Am I, Phil? Was I ever okay?” 

Phil chose not to answer, climbing on to the couch next to Wilbur. His son seemed to shrink more as he got closer. 

“When’s the last time you preened your wings, mate?” 

Oh, um,” Wilbur looked embarrassed, “Before I died. I think.” 

“Well, they look like shit,” Phil said, “Sit down.” 

Wilbur hesitated, eyes darting between the space in front of Phil and the door. Phil knew he wouldn’t make a run for it, the snow was too heavy and the wind too strong, if he was shivering before there’s no telling how he would fare out there. Eventually, Wilbur slid down off the couch and shuffled in front of Phil. 

“Just, be careful.” He quietly asked. 

Phil sighed, “Of course I will.” He gently grabbed one of Wilbur’s wings, pulling it out from where it was tucked against him. 

Wilbur made a hiss of pain as the wing was stretched out, which made Phil instantly stop what he was doing. He certainly wasn’t pulling Wilbur’s wing with force, and a few years was nowhere near enough time for him to lose his skill. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” Wilbur said, “I probably haven’t stretched it enough. Joints are a little rusty, yknow?” 

Phil was unconvinced, “Stand up for a moment.” 

“What? No, I'm perfectly fine, just keep going.” 

He rolled his eyes at his antics, standing up himself, “Just stand up.” 

“Okay” 

Wilbur stood up. His movement was stiff and tense, like he had been sitting in a contorted position for hours rather than on a couch for five minutes. He had one hand on the couch for support, and the other on his lower back. If he hadn’t looked no older than 25, Phil might’ve mistaken him for an old man. 

“There, happy now?” He looked grumpy, like it had been an inconvenience for him to stand up rather than stay sitting down on the floor.  

“Yes.” Phil said, “You’re acting off, and there’s something you’re not telling me, like before I found you in that room.” 

Wilbur, at the very least, had the decency to look guilty, “Did you really have to bring that up? Surely there are better ways to guilt me into telling you what you want to hear.” 

Phil stared at him, giving a half-hearted attempt at the disappointed-father-look. Judging by how Wilbur sighed, it somehow worked. 

“Fine, I’ve been in pain ever since I got back, is that what you wanted to hear?” 

“It's a start. Now sit back down so I can preen you.” 

“Oh, come on, I just stood up, I’m not sitting down again!” 

Arthritis, a common name for a variety of similar diseases, affects the joints of the body. Symptoms include pain, as well as reduced movement and stiffness, in joints.  It most notably appears with age, as patients get older the stress of day-to-day life on their joints takes its toll. Hybrids also appear to be more affected than standard humans, most likely due to the increased number of joints in most hybrids. Avian hybrids especially so.  Dr. Ponk, MD, Essempi Institute of Medicine 

Recovery is slow, and no one knew that more than Wilbur. 

Months later, he’s doing better, but he still gets pains. He has his bad days, sometimes his wings lock up and he cannot stretch them without pain. Sometimes he lies in his bed and doesn’t want to get out. 

But he has his good days too. 

Some days he can fly around without a care in the world. He'll regret it in the morning, but he enjoys the wind in his face and the sun on his skin after so many years in the dark. 

Maybe he can finally hope again.