#by ita very nature

[q-kanbas]

i feel like im loosing my mind when did people collectively decide that ignoring known and established medical science and thousands upon thousands of well structured studies is progressive somehow

[almayver]

I've been thinking about how Peem is the narrator and the main character like @jojotichakorn said here and that is something that permeates the show as whole, from its structure to even things like the music, the colors, and the background (ok that last one might be me overthinking shit, but you get it). There is absolutely no denying that we get this story though Peem, he is the first one to talk to us, and he is the one that often reacts to things and people with us.

However, I think it is interesting that from what I've seen (and I'm aware I'm incredibly biased on this point), most of us would think of Phum as our representation in the story. Peem comes to us from within this insanely close beautiful friend group, and it's Phum the one that gets to be introduced to it, just like us.

Phum is the one that decides to follow Peem around, and because of that he gets to slowly discover love and warmth and friendship. Kind of like us, deciding to listen to Peem's story and getting all the beautiful things we've gotten because of it.

[megapocalypse]

T4T Lesbingqiu Gothverse ideas:

- SY is definitely into the Gothic Lolita aesthetic because she's semi-weeb. She goes all out with the frills and the intricate bows on the corsets she wears. She even wears bloomers to complete the look.

- When Shen Yuan is in her casual wear though she's got oversized sweaters, low cut shirts and the rumpled gyaru socks thing going on. She has a collection of Sanrio accessories with her favorite being kuromi and keroppi.

- SY was also into monster high at some point (self-indulgent) and her faves would be Draculaura and Frankie. In fact, that's how her and Binghe met, it was because Binghe posted her customs online and Shen Yuan was a huge fan of them.

- Luo Binghe makes doll customs, she collects og MLP dolls, BJD, monster high, and she bought the sanrio little Mimi set for SY. She has her and Yuan-jie together as custom BJD dolls she made 💕.

- Sometimes Binghe goes for a sexy-ish punk-ish goth look, but she can also be very cute and gothic Lolita to match with her gf.

- Now presuming that everyone in the "Goth and Trans"-verse is goth and trans, I'd like to note that Binghe was originally not going to get top surgery but then when LQG (previous flattie) got her top surgery, SY was very in awe of LQG's new honkers and this made Binghe VERY jealous. So she one upped Liu Qingge and had better top surgery than she had.

- Liu Qingge actually has a punk rock look unintentionally and she has a naturally beautiful and delicate face, she is a beautiful butch.

- LBH always only wears skirts because her dick is too big to fit into pants.

- Binghe also has a lot of piercings, she sometimes is picky and choosy about what piercings she'll wear that day. SY is very surprised to find piercings in places she never expected like her toes(??).

- SY has a collection of cute frilly umbrellas, even when she doesn't need to use them she has them anyway.

- Shen Yuan also has cute ita bags that she puts all her cute pins on and that has angel wings on in, she got Binghe a matching one with devil wings. They like to match like that, even though Shen Yuan suggested for Binghe to be the angel because she's just so cute, Binghe protested because SY was the REAL beautiful angel.

Maybe I'll add more later idk

[the-golden-comet]

✨OC Interview🪽✨

Thank you for tagging me here, @marlowethelibrarian ! 💛✨

My questions:

1. What do you think is the meaning of life?

2. What do you think is your biggest weakness?

3. Do you consider yourself a risk taker?

Your questions:

1. Do you celebrate birthdays?

2. Where do you go when you need to unwind?

3. Have you ever meditated?

Okay, Tenshi, you’re up for these deeper questions ✨

1. What do you think is the meaning of life?

Life is to enjoy each moment, big and small. To feel the sun on my face, the wind on my wings, and the rain on my skin. To experience joys and sorrows, ups and downs, ins and outs—to just be—unshackled, unwavering, undeniably me.

2. What do you think is your biggest weakness?

I guess I can be a bit naive and too trusting at times, haha….I just like seeing the best in people ✨

3. Do you consider yourself a risk taker?

Not often, but had I not escaped the Heavenly Realms and flown to Earth, I would never have experienced the joys that this realm has to offer. The beauty of nature, the people…Ita….I can’t imagine life without him now.

Thank you, cinnamon roll angel. Very lovely ✨

I will gently tag: @wyked-ao3 , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , @michellekarnold , @alinacapellabooks , @autism-purgatory , @gioiaalbanoart , @xenascribbles , @fortunatetragedy , @autism-purgatory , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @saturnine-saturneight , @frostedlemonwriter , @theink-stainedfolk , @the-letterbox-archives , @finickyfelix @kaylinalexanderbooks , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @nczaversnick , @lavender-gloom , @lychhiker-writes , @jev-urisk , @katenewmanwrites , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @theaistired , @moltenwrites , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @glasshouses-and-stones , @willowseed , +open tag! 💛✨

[brucesterling]

The Sharing Association is pleased to announce the 16th edition of the Share Prize, the competition dedicated to contemporary art focusing on technology and science.

The artworks nominated for the prize must follow the theme:

'ALL-NATURAL'

curated by Share Festival artistic director Bruce Sterling and curator Jasmina Tešanović

The platform invites artists from all over the world to submit their works.

Call for entries open from 12 April 2024 to 9 June 2024

The six prize nominees will be announced in July 2024. The announcement will be published on our website: www.toshareproject.it

The winner will be announced during the Share Festival Opening,in Turin from 28 October to 3 November 2024 during the Turin Contemporary Art Week.

Link website:

Link Call:

Link form:

Prize Summary: Winner gets 2500 euro prize Event date: April 12, 2024 to June 9, 2024 Location: Torino Deadline: 09/June/2024

"ALL-NATURAL"

Per la XVIII edizione di Share Festival vogliamo avanzare una proposta che sappiamo essere impossibile.

Qui nell'elegante Torino - città famosa per il suo caloroso sostegno verso ogni forma d'arte - non riusciamo a fare un respiro che non sia contaminato. Non è solo l'intera atmosfera del nostro pianeta a essere inquinata dai gas serra: a causa della sua eredità industriale e della sua peculiare situazione geografica, Torino si trova in una situazione particolarmente preoccupante per via dell'onnipresente foschia dovuta alle polveri sottili che includono metalli, prodotti della combustione e persino polveri agricole. Mentre voi leggete, noi stiamo respirando tutto questo.

Eppure, allo stesso tempo, la provincia piemontese è rinomata nel mondo per la sua dedizione all'artigianalità dello Slow Food, il cibo che nasce grazie alle varietà uniche di piante e animali presenti sul fertile suolo italiano.

Nel prossimo Festival vogliamo prendere di petto questa contraddizione e affrontarla attraverso il nostro mezzo d'elezione, l'arte tecnologica. Possiamo farla diventare un momento dialettico, invece che farla restare una mera contraddizione? Riusciremo a vedere della net-art plasmata sugli uccelli, gli insetti, le api e il paesaggio naturale e locale? Potremo interagire con robot fatti di legno, sculture digitali ricavate dal marmo e opere interattive composte da corni, canne, conchiglie, bambù, paglia, ossa, fossili o - ancor meglio - materiali naturali che rischiano di scomparire e interamente appartenenti alla regione da cui proviene l'artista?

"Difendere l'ambiente" non è sufficiente: questi materiali naturali saranno in grado di infiltrarsi nella sostanza innaturale del domani e prendersi la loro infestante, tremenda vendetta?

Fate del vostro meglio, per favore. Abbiamo bisogno di una boccata d'aria fresca!

Bruce Sterling, Direttore Artistico di Share Festival Jasmina Tesanovic, Curatrice di Share Prize

For the XVIII edition of Share Festival, we make this demand because we know it's impossible.

Here in glamorous Torino -- a city known for its cordial support of "every form of art" -- we can't take one natural, untainted breath. Not only is the planet's whole atmosphere polluted with Greenhouse gases -- here in Torino, thanks to our industrial heritage and our specific geographic climate, we're particularly badly off from an all-pervasive haze of PM2.5 micrometer pollution particles, including metals, combustion products and even agricultural dust. As you read this, we breathe that.

And yet, at the very same time, our Italian province of Piedmont is world-famous for its devotion to hand-crafted, artisanal "Slow Foods" grown from the unique plant and animal varieties of the fruitful Italian soil.

In our forthcoming Festival, we plan to tackle this contradiction headlong -- through our favorite medium of technology art. Can this become a dialectic instead of a contradiction? Can we witness net.art that is all about birds, bugs, bees and natural local landscapes? Can we interact with robots made of natural woods, sculptures digitally carved from marble, and interactive artworks composed of horn, reeds, seashells, bamboo, straw, bones, fossils, or better yet, severely imperiled natural materials entirely unique to the artist's own region in the world?

It's not enough to "defend the environment" -- how can natural materials infiltrate tomorrow's unnatural substance and take some terrible, weedy revenge? Please do your best for us. We need a breath of fresh air!

Bruce Sterling, Direttore Artistico di Share Festival Jasmina Tesanovic, Curatrice di Share Prize

[pheonixxfoxx]

That There August Buyee Box!

After a pleasant nights rest, I feel so much better! Therefore, it is new Buggy gets sharing time!! *hooray*

There are possible plans for that duplicate can badge, in the form of a unique and fun Ita Bag coming to me. Not sure if I will open and try the Mintia mints? I might just leave it sealed and let the mints do what they do over time. What that is, who really knows? *shrugs*

The Keio Plaza Hotel coaster was a very unusual find indeed. They did a creative One Piece collaboration that is still going on, until the end of September.

This bag only cost me a couple of bucks. Figured it would be fun to pair this with my Ita Bags.

That angry looking squishy plush ball is another fun rare find. He was carefully placed in my display case, because I naturally wanted to intentionally keep squishing him. *lol*

The gloved hands there, are meant to hold up a smartphone. They have been repurposed to hold up one of my in-case cards. They work really well for it too!

Rubber ducky Captain Buggy is one of the most magnificent things to exist! Look at his grumpy adorable face.

The glittery flashy doujin there, it's cover has a unique grainy texture.

Just some more fun doujin finds. One of these days, I will learn Japanese! For the time being, I shall just admire the gorgeous art they contain!

The seller of this sexy foil card left a kind sincere thank you note. All thank you notes received are carefully kept in an album by me. This box was pretty small compared to previous ones. There will be another one coming at the beginning of September! Slightly belated birthday present to myself I suppose? Believe it or not; I was actually hatched on Labor Day. Though this year, my birthday doesn't fall on a Monday. In my humble opinion, it isn't official then. *lol*

[pjisskullourful]

ＣＵＲＴΛＩＮ ＣΛＬＬ　

🎤 Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 filthy smuttery for adults only

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° your boyfriend comes to support your band at a live performance, but a woman flirting with him brings out your territorial side

wordcount:: 6,232

° commissioned by my beloved jace💋 (@punk-gremlin) [commissions get priority, there is 1 fic in cue, secure your own spot right here]

° [ITA:] amore: love

You were fresh from the stage - a successful and fun gig delivered by the Stone Cold Bitches. You should be riding high, feeling like a champion, too buzzed with pride to notice the non-glamourous reality that was this dive bar.

But as soon as you walked out of the backstage area, you saw something that directly opposed you being in a good mood.

Your first goal had been to find your boyfriend. But someone had beaten you to it. A woman that you had never seen before was standing next to Ethan, her hand comfortably rested on his shoulder as she talked with him. Taking this scene in set off a very strong reaction in you at once, your jaw clenching.

It used to be that the stage was your absolute favourite place to be. It didn’t matter what else was going on, when you held a microphone up to your mouth you were immediately at home. You were so comfortable, tapping into a sense of freedom as you inhabited your Happy Place.

But during the past four months, there had been a change. And now it was Ethan, you felt best when you were at his side. That was when you got so effortlessly happy. He brought out your confidence, giving you a boost unlike anything you had experienced with any of the other people in your life.

It looked like this woman was threatening this. Your stomach dropped and you felt a new, volatile energy pumping through your veins, making you want action.

Ethan took a side-step, putting a fraction of distance between him and the stranger, her hand slipping off of his shoulder. But this didn’t stop the conversation, with her watching for his reaction to every word she said.

You began to make your way over to where they were standing - just the two of them, their backs to the closeby bar. It was really obvious to you that your boyfriend was being flirted with, the stranger taking a step to reinforce her proximity to him.

This was something that happened to Ethan fairly regularly. Whenever you were out in public with him, people wanted to compliment him. He had explained to you that since he (and the rest of his band) had gotten famous, the public felt like they owned part of him and his recognisable face. You were getting used to the entitlement of people who sprang up on him, insisting they get a photo.

But you didn’t think that you would ever get used to people flirting with him. It was a reminder that he could have literally anyone that he desired. So many people wanted to know him.

As you drew nearer, he took another step to the side, trying again to place a little bit of distance between him and the stranger. That was when you noticed his demeanour: his arms folded across his chest and only a slight smile lifting his lips, not reaching his eyes. This wasn’t how he acted when talking with you, but you recognised this behaviour. He was being polite - friendly because it was his nature to be gentle.

When there wasn’t a live band playing, the music in this place wasn’t at an obnoxious volume, which allowed you to hear what she was saying as you approached.

“...could list so many better places that you could be at right now.” She told him. “There’s one that I’ve specifically got in mind. It’s highly recommended.”

The motion of you walking up had caught his eye (because he had been keeping aware of his surroundings rather than maintaining direct eye contact with her). He locked his eyes on you, taking another step away as he held his hand out for you. He greeted you with your name and you properly took notice of how uncomfortable his polite smile was.

“You were amazing.” He said as you took his hand.

“Oh right, the performance.” She said, her voice somewhat monotone as she dragged her eyes over to you, not smiling. “I only saw the last song.”

“Better than missing the whole thing.” He said.

You stepped up to him, pushing yourself against the side of his body. “Well, if you could give us some space, my boyfriend promised that we would share a celebratory drink once my set was over, so…”

She beamed at him. “It was really great getting to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you around more.”

He looked too stressed to know how to respond. He didn’t want to be rude, but he couldn’t give her the wrong idea. So he just awkwardly smiled until she walked away.

He was quick to put all of his attention on you, promptly forgetting about the other patrons of the bar. He turned to face you, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing you on the cheek. “You’re my saviour.”

You watched as she disappeared into the crowd before putting your arms around his neck. “You’re too nice.”

“I know.” He said. “But in my defence: she seemed normal at first, we were just having a friendly conversation. But then she pushed the topic definitively away from music and it got kinda weird.”

“That’s when you tell a person to back the fuck up. Come on, you’re wearing a shirt that literally says Stone Cold Bitches, you need to channel some of that energy.” You said, referring to the fact that he was wearing your band’s merch.

This was something that he did almost all of the time. Towards the start of your relationship, he would buy a T-shirt every time he came to watch you play. This led to him owning every design that Elisa (the guitarist and best artist among the four of you) had ever made for the band, there were some that he had doubles of.

“I guess I’m more of a damsel in distress.” He said.

You chuckled at this before getting distracted by the way he was leaning closer, his eyes going down to your lips. Unlike before the show started, you no longer needed to put any energy into preserving your lipstick. Presenting your best appearance for the crowd stopped being your top priority and you were eager to kiss him, to just indulge because you loved him.

You moved to meet him in the middle, your lips coming together and instantly his arms tightened around you. You felt so secure and you tilted your head, guiding him into a deeper kiss. As you savoured everything about his embrace, that spike of defensiveness in you started to fade out.

You raked the tip of your tongue along the roof of his mouth as you felt him gently pulling back.

“You’re just so good at being my saviour.” He told you, his strong hands still gripping your back and keeping your chest pressed to his. “You did an amazing job of it just now.”

“Oh yeah? Well, why don’t you be a good boy and thank me properly, then?” You asked.

The smile on his face now was so much bigger than what he had shown that stranger, and there was a cheeky quality that she hadn’t gotten to see. “I would have to get you back to my place first.”

“That sounds like a damn good plan to me.” You said, brushing his long hair back from his face, not wanting any of it to be hidden.

“The whole damsel in distress thing was a joke, like teasing myself. But I’m not kidding about this.” He said.

“And you think I am?” You responded. “Ethan, I’m being so serious right now.”

His lips collided with yours in a fast but heated kiss. “Well get your shit together and let’s get out of here.”

*** *** ***

There wasn’t any holding back once you got to Ethan’s house. Everything had been building up to this: the chance to express yourself purely through actions.

He didn’t hesitate to show you his eagerness, grabbing you as soon as you had crossed the threshold. Behind him, the front door swung shut, officially blocking out the rest of the world.

He set down your overnight bag and pulled your body to him. You were instantly ready to go with this energy, leaving behind the mood that had seen the two of you chatting for the whole drive here.

This time alone with him had seen you feeling better-and-better. With that small hiccup so far behind you, you were now feeling that post-gig buzz. It felt like it would take a lot to bring you back down, the sense of accomplishment giving you more pride than you typically operated with.

His lips covered your cheek in kisses as he wrapped his arms around your middle. “My gorgeous, talented, sexy saviour, I wanna show you how grateful I am…”

“By all means, amore…” You replied, wearing a smile as you turned your head to bring him into your sights.

His next kisses progressed to your lips. It felt like these were the first proper kisses that you had shared all night. You hadn’t been able to fully let go before the show, there had been too much on your mind. Afterwards, you had held the awareness that you were in public, those unwritten rules imposed on you.

But now you were feeling the real heat between the two of you, with absolutely no reason to stop. You parted your lips for him and his arms tightened around you. His tongue glided into your mouth and you let all of the excitement go straight to your head, no need to keep room for other thoughts.

As he kissed you, his hands started to explore all over your body. One of his hands travelled down the thigh of your leather pants. You could feel his touch better on your torso, his palm dragging up your tummy.

You were anticipating the moment when he ended the kiss so he could escort you into his bedroom. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy what was happening right now. You arched your back, pressing yourself more firmly to his front. As he was massaging his tongue against yours, you grinded your ass on him, applying pressure as you slowly moved it up-and-down. His strong arms held you even tighter and you loved the squeeze, loved how there didn’t need to be any space between the two of you.

The way that he was holding you changed - hands gripping instead of roaming any further. Then he started to guide you and you didn’t resist. He stopped embracing you so that your body could be turned around, the two of you still sharing kisses.

Before you could guess what he was going to do next, he got your back pressed up to the nearby wall. Then his body was on yours, trapping you in this current position as he covered your mouth in relentless kisses. You draped your arms around his neck, trying to catch up with him. The pleasing compression made your breath come in faster.

You were enticed by getting to feel even more of his body. You lifted one of your knees, holding it beside his hip. He took this as the invitation that it was, filling himself into this space.

His hand moved down to the fly of your pants, making quick work of getting this open. You wondered how long he had been wanting to do this, his cravings so apparent. You encouraged him on, pushing a hand into his hair as you teased your tongue into his mouth. You caressed your fingernails against his scalp as your tongue massaged his, this combination earning you a whimper from him.

His fingers rubbed you over the material of your panties. There was already so much anticipation gathered in this area, making you extra responsive to his touch. You were thinking about all of the things this could lead to.

“I love you. You were so fucking sexy on that stage.” He said.

“Really?”

“Fuck, yes. I don’t think I will ever get tired of watching you perform. You’re just so confident and in control.” He said. “And then you were still so in control when you were telling that woman to go away.”

You smiled, you were pleased that he wasn’t taking issue with your territorial side. “Well somebody’s gotta protect you.”

The power of his body was impressed upon you again as he leaned into you and your mouth opened as you expected another kiss. You were rapidly distracted by the movement of his fingers instead. Still on the outside of your panties, he pushed a finger down between your labia, getting to your clit for the first time.

The excitement surged through you and you arched your back, firmly pushing yourself against him. Your eyes fluttered shut as he moved the tip of his finger in little swirls on your clitoris - a wonderful and promising stimulation. You rested your head back against the wall, but he was so close that you didn’t stop feeling his hot breath on your face.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” He said.

Your hand in his hair curled into a fist as the desperation in you rose. “It’s only my job.”

“Damn right.” He said.

As he kept at the motion on your clitoris, you tried to secure more pressure. You started to roll your hips, grinding yourself into him as the tingles grew more noticeable through you.

Sensing that your need was growing, he changed to a different approach. He put both of his hands to the bottom of your shirt and lifted the fabric out of his way. In the same second that he tossed this away, his hands reached around you so he could start to undo your bra. There were a few kisses shared as he took care of this.

But before any kind of rhythm could be tapped into, you were separating from his lips in pursuit of taking his shirt off. It always felt like a lovely compliment when he so proudly wore the merchandise of your band. But you had spent enough of this night not getting to admire his unreal body. This craving was acknowledged and you ran your hands down the defined ridges of his torso.

Then he lowered himself, getting onto his knees directly in front of you. He grabbed the waistband of your pants, pulling the thick fabric down. You were grinning as you took one of your legs out of the garment, then the other.

You brushed your fingers through his hair, gently trying to guide it away from his face. This prompted him to look up at you and the slight smile he wore told you that he was just as keen as you.

There were butterflies in your tummy as he started to remove your panties. These were thrown aside, as unimportant as the other items of clothing.

He leaned toward you, running his hands up your legs. You curled your fingers up, loosely holding onto sections of his hair. His eyes left your face, now concentrating on your exposed cunt.

Eager flames came into the pit of your gut at the first touch of his mouth to your cunt. It started with a kiss, lingering and firm as he got reacquainted with this area.

Then he extended his tongue out, pushing it between your labia majora and dragging it up. He rubbed up to your clit, going over the hood and pushing you up to the next level of excitement.

The aroused heat bloomed into more of your body as he kept his tongue at this peak of nerves. He lapped at the hood, quickly working it up-and-down. You clenched your hands into fists, holding his hair tighter than before. Your knees drifted further apart and you tilted your pelvis.

He looked up at you, eyes watching you more carefully than anyone else had tonight. He placed a hand to one of your exposed tits, cupping it and warming the skin. Then he started to play with the already-erect nipple and some more of the strength left your legs. You were being invited to feel the pleasure through more of your body, different sensations filling you.

He started to move his tongue in circles, reaffirming that your clitoris was his focus. He doubled down on this by closing his lips around it and beginning to suck. Your muscles tensed in response to this new intensity. You shut your eyes as you felt responses coming through your core.

Even when he relaxed his mouth to stop sucking, you knew that it would take you a while to balance yourself again. And he didn’t want you to relax, resuming his lapping on your clitoral hood.

If he kept up like this, you were confident that you would soon be floating away on bliss. You expressed your approval with a whine, which only got louder when he squeezed your nipple, holding it tighter.

With so much blood pumping into your clit, it felt like you couldn’t think about anything else, all of your awareness going into this concentrated area. And so when his mouth parted from it, you couldn’t help feeling a little like your world was frozen. Your mouth fell open and you looked down at him.

He didn’t notice your reaction, his eyes on your pussy as he used his fingers to ease back your labia. The next thing that you felt on your clitoris was the cool air circulating in the room. He licked his lips and you were certain that he could see how the hood was throbbing.

Before you could lose too much of your patience, he returned his mouth to you, able to cover more of your clitoral hood with his lips now that your labia majora were out of the way. You were thrilled to feel this pressure again and you rewarded him by tugging on his hair, with both hands. He moaned, starting to move his tongue faster.

You got invested in this potential, starting to work your hips. You didn’t use all of your power at once. But the pumping of your hips got you to feeling the effects of his tongue deeper.

Before you could get into sync with him, he moved his mouth away from your clit, going lower. Your hands continued to hold the strands of his hair taut as you felt his tongue dipping into your entrance. It was a lovely feeling but you concentrated on waiting for him to go back to your clit. You held your hips still for the moment.

He dragged his tongue up with a single swipe. But he stopped just shy of your clitoris. He paused then began another lick from this low point.

You clenched your jaw as he licked you like this several more times. Your nerves were on edge because you knew that this slow treatment wouldn’t be enough to get you off. You were stagnating on your all-consuming climb to the peak.

When you felt him try to move down again, you yanked on his hair. Using all of your strength, you pulled up on his hair, trying to use this to control him. It was a strange kind of steering mechanism, but it worked.

“Get back on that clit.” You ordered, not adding the word please, because you knew that you didn’t need to. On many occasions he had expressed how your bossy side turned him on, so you happily tapped into it with him.

“Yes.” You moaned, letting your voice raise when he set his lips upon your clitoris again. You relaxed your arms but you weren’t done holding onto his smooth hair. “Just like that, yes.”

He went back to playing his tongue against your clitoris, finding a pace to work it up-and-down. This brought little cries from you as the stimulations got right down to your core, giving you a sublime feeling. It was that extra intensity you had been needing.

You began riding his tongue, going with his consistent stroking. Your gut clenched as you felt your body consumed by tingles.

“Oh fuck…” You whined.

Your knees shook, potentially on the verge of buckling as the pleasure reached a daunting height. So many of your muscles tensed and you started to pull on his hair again. You were losing yourself, everything else blocked out as you truly felt incredible.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes, yes! Just like thu-...”

Your jaw fell slack as he got you to the edge, continuing to work his tongue so that you could dissolve into the pleasure. You could only manage a couple more thrusts into his face before you were totally overcome.

The release weakened you and you let go of his hair. You leaned your head back and pushed your body weight against the wall, needing its support more than ever. He put each of his hands to your hips, contributing to the effort to keep you upright.

He had taken his mouth off of your pussy and you tried to come to terms with how sensitive you still felt. At the same time, satisfaction radiated through your system. Your mood soared even higher than before (all the more untouchable).

“Holy fuck, Ethan.” You sighed, not back to your most articulate yet.

But, upon slowly opening your eyes, you found that it was enough to earn a smile from him. You assumed that he knew what you meant, what you would want him to know at this moment.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands as you let yourself slide down, getting your ass closer to the ground. He readjusted, allowing you room to join him.

You were trembling as you placed yourself on the tiled floor in front of him. He wrapped an arm around your middle and you kissed him, instantly tasting yourself on his mouth.

“I love you.” You told him. “And I’m not just saying that because you are insanely good at eating pussy. You are. You are literally the best at it.” He chuckled, his eyes lowering, a sign of his modesty. “But there are so many other things that make me need to say those three words to you.”

When he looked up, he put his fingers under your chin, guiding you in for more wet kisses. “I love you too.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as one eager kiss led into another. You leaned into him, craving despite still feeling that deep satisfaction. Now you craved what you had missed out on - his skin on yours. Without breaking the kiss, you climbed off of the cold ground, placing yourself in his lap.

He embraced you with both arms now. You deepened the kiss, feeling less weak with each passing second.

You rocked your body weight into him and getting closer let you feel the erection still contained by his pants. More cravings were coming into your mind and you began to steadily grind yourself on him. He held you tighter, making you feel so wonderfully desired.

You dragged your tongue along the roof of his mouth before parting from him. “I wanna make my good boy feel good.”

“You always do.” He told you.

“I’m pretty sure I have a couple of condoms in my bag.” You said of your ‘just in case’ supplies.

“Well I’ve got plenty in the bedroom.” He replied.

You crushed your mouth against his before he could keep going with that thought. “I can’t wait that long.”

He smiled in an uncertain way. “You can’t wait to walk from here to the…” He trailed off, distracted by how you had reached your arm out, starting to try to get to your overnight bag. “Oh, you weren’t joking.”

You had shifted but you kept yourself in his lap. You unzipped the bag, beginning to look for the small, wrapped item. “I would never joke about how much I wanna fuck you. Have you ever done it right in front of the door like this before?”

He looked around, appearing intrigued, maybe he was already imagining it. “No.”

You found the condom and gave him a kiss as you returned all of your attention to him. “Do you wanna?”

“Fuck it, yes.” He said, his firm hands on your back used to bring you in closer again. “Let’s not go to the bedroom.”

You held the side of his neck as you resumed your grinding against him. You put your lips to his, now letting your numerous cravings run the show.

As he was sliding his tongue into your mouth, your hands travelled down his torso. You got the fly of his jeans open and immediately progressed to grabbing the waistband of his underwear. He vocalised his eagerness as you wrapped your fingers around his length. 

You guided the head out and looked down to watch how you got the entire shaft free. As you admired it, he started to kiss you on the neck. Your eyes thoroughly appreciated just how pink the tip was as you adjusted your hold around the middle of his dick.

You gradually stroked your hand down towards his balls, savouring how warm he was. You drew your hand up, closer to yourself and he murmured your name, before placing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. You neglected to apply the condom for a little longer, treating him to more of these measured strokes.

He was noticeably twitching when you ceased touching him, needing both of your hands to get the wrapper open. He dragged his lips down lower, covering more of your neck in kisses. You got the condom out, then held him steady at the base before you covered his erection with the latex.

You ran your hand up-and-down his dick, but you moved a little faster this time. His hands tensed on your back, pressing his nails against your skin.

You relocated your hands, placing your palms against the top of his chest. You applied enough pressure to encourage him to recline back. You kept pushing until his back reached the floor. You remained sitting up, straddling him at the waist.

He held his hands at the small of your back, not trying to encourage movement or to control you in any way. You allowed things to sit in this moment of pure contentment - because you recognised this as the calm before the next storm.

Your lust gradually swelled up, fed by everything before you providing so much inspiration. From the look in his dark eyes, down to his unreal body, and the way that his erection rested against your crotch. It was all exclusively yours to play with.

When he did move, it was to grab the lowered waistband of his jeans. “We should be equally naked, hm?”

“Sure thing.”

Working the jeans down without disrupting your position was a slightly awkward task, but he didn’t raise any complaints. Taking the underwear down as well, he uncovered his thighs.

While he was preoccupied with this, you made a quick decision for yourself. You started to readjust, all of your moves too slight to get his attention properly.

Until you got your pussy lined up to exactly the right spot and started to lower yourself onto his tip. He stopped trying to squirm out of his pants, leaving them just below his knees. His eyes grew wide as he looked at you, steadily working yourself further down.

“Oh, so you’re just gonna…” You weren’t entirely sure that he had a complete sentence to share.

“I told you that I couldn’t wait.” You said and he sighed heavily as you kept filling his length into your pussy. “Besides, that surprised look on your face is too good, I had to see it.”

He adjusted to this interruption, simply relocating his hands to your hips. He laid patiently underneath you, rather than bucking up to establish the depth that he wanted, he just watched you.

You had close to, but not all of his length stuffed into you when you started to rock. You were still so worked up from the thorough way he had played with your clit, making this instantly feel good. Being filled provided a different kind of stimulation and your cunt eagerly clenched around him, wanting to feel more of it.

You squeezed your thighs against his hips as you tested your range of motion. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t set into a consistency yet, you were already feeling that build up of tension in your body.

You stroked your pussy up-and-down his dick, feeling the earlier sensitivities coming back to prominence as new ones were springing to life. You loved how it felt when you were grinding your ass into his lap, so you returned to the sensation as fast as you could. You braced yourself by holding onto his shoulder as you fully dedicated your entire body to this momentum.

“Amore…” He breathed, gripping your hips tighter. “You feel so good.”

“Mmn, you do too.”

You had gotten yourself to a consistent rhythm, pumping onto him without hesitation and feeling how everything got more intense as a result. His chest was rising-and-falling quicker as your movements kept having more impact on him.

It was amazing and motivating to see the effect you were having on him, his lust being fully indulged in. You leant down, beginning to kiss him. He quickly responded by wrapping his strong arms around your middle, intentionally making it harder for you to put distance between the two of you.

He relished in this closeness, arching his back as he began to grind the front of his body on yours. He matched your tempo and you gripped your hand on him tighter, finding that the synergy magnified the sensations you had already been experiencing, making them all the more dazzling.

You whimpered and let your lips part for him. He had progressed from grinding on you, actively rutting himself up into you. Your pussy was so tender and you could feel his every confident stroke getting you closer to that breaking point. You didn’t let this intimidate you, sucking on his top lip as you pursued this new peak with him.

On your next collision, he drove his dick in so deep that your sweet spot was reached. An excited spark shot into your mind and your pussy immediately clenched tight on him. And there was no opportunity to recover, your sensitive walls still stretched around his girth.

Your following movements kept bringing his tip right to your g-spot, making the release feel even closer. It was hard to keep up with his kisses when your breath was getting so short.

Your next whine wasn’t muffled by his mouth as you drew away. You followed through with the rest of your body, sitting up on your next rock back. You readjusted your body weight without letting the rhythm be lost.

His face was a little more scrunched than it had been before. The now visible lines indicated how much effort he was putting into this mutual goal. He held his eyes shut, his body following yours as if there was nothing else he could do.

A slapping noise had started to coincide with your ass reaching the tops of his thighs, thanks to the force you gave to your movements. You didn’t know how much strength you had left, but you dedicated all of it to each thrust. As you crashed yourself down into him, you kept his tip pushing all the way in, keeping your g-spot so stimulated.

“Fuck.” He said among a series of other strangled noises and you knew this reaction came from the relentless spasming of your cunt. It was getting toward that territory of being too tight for him to move. But he didn’t quit yet, he maintained the frantic pacing with you.

You were the one to break the pace, losing yourself in the delirious combination of lust and adrenaline. There was no coordination to your following thrusts, you forgot about matching him as you desperately chased the peak, which felt to be so close.

His body remained in motion beneath yours. He didn’t always match you, but you could feel him continuously bucking into you, lifting himself so far from the floor each time.

“Yeah, yeah, yea… yes.” Your triumphant cries filled the entryway as you reached the absolute height of pleasure.

The tension burst all through you, and it was to the sounds of his surprised gasps as he conquered his own peak. He sat up and threw his arms around you, holding you close as you each transcended.

You immediately slumped against him, you had no more energy to give. You linked your arms around his shoulders, feeling the way he was shaking.

Even as you struggled to get your breath back, you didn’t want to separate from him. Your head rested against his, you didn’t have to look at him to know that he was feeling the same as you. The connection was so strong, the only thing you needed.

You continued to hold onto him as you felt the effects of your orgasm starting to fade out. You were still feeling the warmth through your body, but the tingles had lost their prominence. Your cunt’s spasms didn’t have the same power and no longer did you feel tension that needed to be exorcised.

“Amore…” He breathed, mostly still as he remained beneath you.

You moved your hands up, beginning to smooth his hair back from his face. You readjusted so you could look at him, seeing how serene his expression was. “We can go to the bedroom now if you like.”

He showed you an amused smile. “Yeah, I would love to lay down on an actual bed.”

You each made it gradually to your feet. You picked up your bag and started in the direction of the bedroom while he got out of his pants entirely. He swiftly caught up with you and took the duffle bag instantly, carrying it for you.

You laid down on the comfortable bed together, automatically you cuddled up, easily finding the best position. You knew that you could fall asleep like this, so soothed by the way he dragged his fingertips up-and-down your back.

His voice was gentle in the darkened room. “You’re so amazing.”

You smiled smugly. “Yeah, I could say the same to you.”

“No, I mean the show tonight.” He said. “You always kill it, always.”

You were preoccupied by your reaction, not knowing what to say back. He was giving you unprompted validation, surprising you that he was still thinking about the gig. He felt that he still had compliments to give. You savoured his enthusiasm, feeling grateful that he allowed you to take up so much space in his brain.

In your past, people had told you that you were ‘too obsessed’ with your band. They complained that you talked about shows too much, repeating points as you brought the same subject up so frequently. You had adapted, learning there was a quota of how much a person could hear before they started to view you as self-involved.

But Ethan was always willing to talk about it. He cared about the littlest details. He understood that the stage always existed in your head, even when you were days away from a performance. You had never been able to share so freely with someone outside of your band.

“Thanks, Ethan.” You said. “It felt like a good show, even though the acoustics in that place were kinda crappy. But I guess that’s just how-”

“Nobody noticed that. I can promise you, so sincerely, that you guys were the only ones bothered by it.” He said and, as usual, you didn’t doubt his sincerity. “Didn’t you see how much the crowd were dancing?”

“Yeah, they seemed like they were having fun. I think that’s probably the best call-and-response we’ve had, people got really loud for that, huh?” You reflected.

The song that included pauses for the crowd to shout back at you was a newer creation of yours, you had only performed it a handful of times. It had felt very ambitious as you were writing it, none of your other songs had that kind of moment.

But so far the audiences had remembered the words to shout back, plenty of people ready to yell when you prompted. It was confirmation that the room paid attention when you were singing - an improvement from the early gigs of the Stone Cold Bitches.

“That was my favourite part of the show, listening to how much everyone loved it.” He said. “And I can’t wait for the day when I get to hear a sold-out stadium singing your lyrics back to you.” Your heart launched into your throat. “Because I know it’s gonna happen.”

You were a mixture of too tired and too overwhelmed by his sentiment to know how to adequately share your gratitude. Instead of trying to find the right thing to say, you kissed him. His arms tightened around you, skin pressed to skin as you thought about how much you loved him.

This was what you needed to so fiercely defend, this could never be threatened by an outsider. This was a prize you were unwilling to share.

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[aoharushiyo]

the recipes for... | track 1 — chocolate pudding

Translation: en Proofreading: aca, dimi, kimi, myun, jay, jelly

Content Warning: light jokes about death

PatiBattle is my life. A masterpiece containing the quintessential element, the character that gives meaning to my very existence— yeah, you heard that right: his name is Chiyoda Reito.

PatiBattle is my life. A masterpiece containing the quintessential element, the character that gives meaning to my very existence— yeah, you heard that right: his name is Chiyoda Reito.

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"Come the hell on, if I don't get there soon, it might all be gone…!"

I was held back after school for ages by the teachers today. Some lecture about my behaviour in class or something. Stuff like my attitude being all over the place, or reading manga under my desk in class… But why today, of all days? Of course, I just had to run my mouth and say that I'd listen any other day, please let me off just for today… but that just ended up adding oil to the fire and I got held back even longer.

[ Next Restock TBA ] "…"

I flew into the anime shop I frequented and stopped in front of the display case for newly stocked merch. I hadn't been able to pre-order, so all the merch I wanted had all already been snagged.

"Seriously… I wish this would stop happening…"

And it's just my luck that I don't have any friends I can ask to buy merch for me.

"'Restock TBA'…? The very concept of this should fuck right off."

Student life may as well be slavery. Sure, pointing and laughing at the working class and calling them corporate slaves has been a thing since ages ago, but isn't being a student pretty much the same thing? At these places called 'schools', you're physically limited to what you can do, you're forced into doing club activities after school, and even once you get home, you've gotta do homework or chores… All that takes up a shit ton of time. Adults always overestimate the amount of free time we kids have.

"Fuck…!"

Despite all of that, somehow I'm making do with the little free time I have. Attending events, making shrines, exchanging official and blind box merch, buying out merch stocks[1], nui outings, birthday pilgrimages…

"Aah… my life has no meaning anymore… Just end me already…"

I just couldn't take it any longer. I stumbled out of the store, and, after sparing only a glance to make sure no one was around, started hitting my head against the wall, over and over. Over, and over, and over. I failed. I'm a failure. I'm sorry, Reito, I'm so sorry that I couldn't bring you home.

The theme for the acrylic standee set this time around was 'Training Camp - First Year, Winter ~Wedding Cake~'. A set that dressed every single character in exquisite bridal attire. Not being able to get something like that on the day of its release is absolutely unforgivable. I might as well just die.

The way back was freezing cold. The weather sucked ass, too.

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Today, I decided to go home instead of returning to the dorms. Here, I can do whatever I want without anyone getting in my way.

"…Yeah, I guess it'll do."

My feelings of frustration needed some kind of outlet. All of the love I was so ready to shower on my new standee had to go somewhere, too — so I eagerly channelled it into something else.

"Aren't you looking pretty good now?"

I held up my apron, extremely pleased with the crooked rows of can badges and pins that covered its entirety. Naturally, the apron was in Reito's image colour. And right over the chest, where my new merch should have been, shone in its place a new, extra-large aluminium standee.[2] That's right. In this patisserie kitchen, we don't have ita-bags — we have ita-aprons, obviously.

"I've gotta finish this before Reito's birthday…"

I guess you could say it's like a way of measuring love. If this weight is the weight of my love, then even if it's heavy because of how many things I've slowly added to it, I can't get enough. I just can't get enough of the insanity of wearing it. Merch of Reito is in ridiculously high demand, so it's really not great for my wallet, but… I'm fine with that. Because only then does it feel like I'm giving up even my soul for Reito.

"Now then…"

Finally satisfied with my sparkling, gleaming rows of badges, I moved onto the next part of my daily routine — checking socials. After all, numerous new fanworks are being created every day.

"Searching for… 'PatiBattle!'…" With great enthusiasm, I searched for every single keyword that I could think of. 'Patissier Battle', 'Chiyoda Reito', 'ReiOu', 'Rei0u', 'ChocoPudding'…[3]

"Damn, this person's art is so good… wait— wait, they drew this!? This is insane! Fuck, oh fuck… I can't take it, it's so radiant that I can't even look at it properly…!"

This must be what it means to be happy. Being able to see the masterpieces being born every day is happiness. While happily wading through my feed, I spent hours lost in the online world.

"…Ah."

There it was: Reito/Shouta. And… blocked. It's like I never saw it in the first place. It really was a shame that they didn't understand the better dynamic. But staying in your own lane makes the world go 'round, so never having to see it again was good enough.

And finally, after checking everything else, I'd left the best for last:

"Sanseiu-sensei…!"

Sanseiu-sensei, the god of ReiOu. Even if they hadn't uploaded anything new, I could spend hours rereading all of their older works.

"What's wrong? Could it be… is that embarrassment I see?" "H-hey! I still can't believe it… What would someone like you see in me…?" "If you keep saying things like that, I'll just go ahead and eat you up." "Mmph…!?" "…Delicious." "R-Reito-kun!" "Aren't you so sweet? Maybe… even sweeter than chocolate."

"Aaah, it's still this good every time I read this!? Even though I've read it before? This flavour never gets old no matter how many times I reread it! Seriously! What the fuck! I'm gonna go insane!"

After rolling around on my bed, I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it while writhing in glee. How was I supposed to remain sane after reading that!?

"It's so cute! It's so cute that I'm gonna die! Killing me directly would be less painful, Sanseiu-sensei!"

Throwing my emotions into this much disarray… that was the power of the great Sanseiu-sensei. I'd heard that they tabled at a large convention a few months ago, but…

"I wanna meet them and thank them…!"

I wanted to go so badly, but…

"…I can't deal with crowds…"

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[1] 無限回収 mugen kaishuu refers to the act of buying the same merch over and over without caring about the cost. If you've ever seen one of those huge birthday shrines with a million of the same pins? That's the energy.

[2] アルミ arumi basically is a shortened form of ‘aluminium’. This could refer to a can badge, but it could also be an aluminium standee, which is a cutout of an artwork from an aluminium can. Since Ushio is saying that instead of the acrylic standee, he got an arumi, and also that he mentioned can badges earlier, I've gone with this option.

[3] 礼王 is Ushio's OTP, Reito/Ouji. He'll explain this later! After this, he searches for 礼玉. Note that 玉 looks like 王; it's pretty common to use something to censor part of the name so that it doesn't appear in searches. I've replaced the O with a 0 to replicate the same effect since it wouldn't make much sense to literally transcribe it. 'ChocoPudding' is another version of their ship name (which he will also explain later).

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[lottiecents]

Brazilian!Rhaenicent - Headcanons

- Alicent Hightower and Rhaenyra Targaryen would actually be named: Alice Torres and Rafaella Trindade.

- Them both would be from different states! in my head if we fit westeros in certain brazilian states i think oldtown/the reach would be Minas Gerais and Kings Landing/Dragonstone would be São Paulo and Rio. So Alicent would be from Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais and Rhaenyra would be from Rio!

- Alicent would study in a federal university (which are Brazil’s ivy leagues), and i can see her studying letras (english/lit) or journalism. As for Rhaenyra she would go to a private university to study economics and business, but i also can see Rhaenyra trying her best to get into Brazils aerospace engineering (ITA).

- Alicent loves to read and her favorite authors are Guimarães Rosa, Clarice Lispector and Hilda Hilst (she also loves with the bottom of her heart Machado de Assis and Lygia Fagundes Telles), and also loves books about Brazil’s (and the worlds) history and books that has that journalistic vein. Rhaenyra wouldn’t be that much into books, she would like one or another, but Alicent would make her a reader because of her recommendations (poetry is one of the genres that grows a lot inside Rhaenyra especially Carlos Drummond de Andrade and Hilda Hilst).

- they curse. a lot. it’s always a “puta que pariu”, “caralho” and “vai tomar no cu”.

- Alicent loves to use her film camera, especially when they do road trips. Rhaenyra is always buying her lots of films and a new camera to support her hobbies (she also books little trips and vacations and outdoors dates just to see alicent taking pictures).

- Both of them would LOVE mpb and bossa nova, it would be their go to songs for everything. Alicent would be a big fan of Milton Nascimento, Gal Costa, Djavan, Marisa Monte and Ana Carolina, and Rhaenyra would be a big fan of Secos e Molhados, Rita Lee, Jorge Ben and Belchior.

- Still talking about music, their biggest guilty pleasure would be funk, Rhaenyra would love the explicit lyrics and the beat but she wouldn’t know how to dance… even though alicent doesn’t like it very much she knows how to dance and knows her way when the song starts to play

- beach dates! beach dates! beach dates! (and also camping and going to visit the natural beauties that exist like waterfalls, caves and many others)

- As two good brazilians they would love football and they would be serious about it, especially in the world cup! (they saw Brazils and Germanys game in 2014 and still haunts them). Alicent would support Cruzeiro Esporte Clube from Minas Gerais, and Rhaenyra would support Vasco da Gama from Rio de Janeiro.

- Rhaenyra would be very into football. like super into it. in an annoying level. she would even play back in high school and at college, later she would play for fun or at the beach.

- Alicent wouldn’t do sports until she was in high school, she did ballet but in her first year of hs she rebelled and tried out to the volleyball team (she is actually very good and very competitive).

- Alicent is a big fan of soap operas, and rhaenyra teases her because of it (she watches with her and is even more interested than alicent sometimes).

- them both would love the bohemian, bossa nova pubs and enjoy a good caipirinha, cold beer and delicious food (and also xeque mate!).

- they would smoke normal cigarettes but also wouldn’t pass the opportunity to smoke a paiol/palheiro (a cigarette made out of straw with tobacco).

[hinamie]

some notes/hcs from th jjk band!au ! read at your leisure i have written a novel 🫠

tl;dr guitarist brothers suku/ita bassist megu drummer nobara band name BL4CK FL4SH

i imagine them slightly aged up in this au, i'm thinking yuuji n them are around 17 and sukuna is 2 years older ( i would make the age gap wider to account for canon but i feel like any older and sukuna wouldn't be caught dead playing in his little brother's band)

it /is/ technically yuuji's band, he /was/ the one who started it even though sukuna would argue that he's the one funding the whole thing and nobara would argue that she's the one organizing and promoting every one of their gigs and megumi would argue that he constantly loses sleep writing mixing and producing their songs,, they all love yuuji tho so they go along and let him put his name on it

don't think too hard about how sukuna, 19, makes enough to fund a band . wholesome legal stuff, promise

yuuji's current guitar is a hand me down from sukuna after he had saved up enough to splurge on the double necked monstrosity he has currently. because they were strapped for cash growing up, for years yuuji played on a beginner kid's size electric guitar that sukuna (serial music snob) couldn't stand the sound of and may or may not have violently smashed before tsundere-ly shoving his old guitar into yuuji's hands.

that being the case, sukuna thinks what yuuji has done to his old guitar is atrocious bc he's the type to take /meticulous/ care of his instruments. we're talking regular tune ups, wax, mods, the works. man carries spare strings and a microfibre cloth on him at all times just in case and Will Not let yuuji near his gear because yuuji is a hurricane of a boy and has dropped and broken his equipment more times than any of them care to count . they do however make a game out of placing bets as to what he'll knock over during practice

yuuji usually does lead vocals because his energy is quite frankly contagious and he's a natural at working a crowd . Sukuna sings backup vocal but there are a handful of songs where they switch and he sings lead and those songs are . hm . a very different vibe ! and some of their most successful releases much to his brother's chagrin

megumi had always noticed and admired sukuna's voice and thought it would be a waste not to give him a lead vocal part so he was originally the one to offer to collaborate with sukuna to write a few songs more tailored to his style ,, yuuji felt a bit snuffed but couldn't deny that megumi had a point so he agreed to take a back seat

once sukuna had gotten a taste for the spotlight and saw the stream count on the songs he led he and yuuji started bickering a lot more over who gets to take over lead vocals. they've tried duets before and it's simply out of the question so instead they fight over megumi to get him to write for one of them. it still usually ends up being yuuji which irks sukuna but he's placated by how explosive the reaction is when he /does/ get a song to himself

megumi can also sing !!! he's really good !!!!except he's shy and stubborn and won't do it in front of others. he once drunkenly admitted that he has a secret folder on his laptop full of audio files of himself singing unreleased songs and they (mostly nobara) haven't let him forget it and pester him relentlessly to let them listen. he will not because his songs are emo and sappy and pining and definitely not about yuuji

this is MY brainrot so this au is not immune to pining megumi x oblivious yuuji. one time yuuji kept inviting a girl he liked to their rehearsals and megumi's mood would get so sour that most days they had to call practice early and the ensuing show was one of their worst performances ever because their practices had been so unproductive. nobara is 95% sure she knows what was up but in the interest of keeping megumi in the band she kept her mouth shut ((she did admonish yuuji afterwards that no more outside spectators were allowed at practice no matter how hot he thinks they are))

in the days leading up to their first ever show yuuji was an anxious wreck to the point where the rest of them were legitimately concerned for his health but completely at a loss as to what they could do to help. megumi's love language is Not words of affirmation so instead he got yuuji a new set of audio cables accompanied by a note that read "good luck -M" to help ease his nerves. yuuji keeps the note taped to his guitar

megumi and nobara can both play piano and alternate covering the keyboard parts if a song requires it. (((megumi is a lot better at it which annoys nobara but she attributes the skill difference to his "freakishly long fingers and perfect pitch, which is basically cheating anyway")))

nobara gives the boys hell for making her play manager most of the time but she honestly thrives when a gig is coming up and she gets to order them around and use sukuna's credit card to book photoshoots and print promotional materials and buy them new outfits to match the concept

everyone but sukuna dreads the aforementioned shopping days. yuuji is a chronic protag who just wants to sing with his friends and megumi thinks coordinated outfits are frivolous and a waste of time . sukuna however /loves/ the visual aspect of performing because he's a dramatic bitch and wants to make sure they leave an impression. he and nobara are a force to be reckoned with and megumi and yuuji fight for their lives when they bust out the eyeliner

gojo is in this au because i guess he has to be smh i am never free -_- he was megumi's old music teacher and he runs the studio they rent out ("friends and family discount for my favourite student! aren't i kind, megumi-chan?") and they're pretty sure he's famous overseas or a retired star or something because whenever he comes to their shows there's a flood of paparazzi and tabloids that he miraculously manages to avoid??? they have no idea how he does it but they're happy to leech off the publicity

[mikeellee]

Mikeelee, this ask is of pretty controversial nature, because of how unhinged some of its fans are:

¿What is your opinion on the loudcest shipping within the loud house fandom?

In my opinion, i have never felt more bored with an incest ship like with this one.

Hi @amethystoceandespiser

Thank you for the ask. I do love shipcest (I will read anything as long there no rape. I prefer shipcest that is consensual, my preference)

Now onto the ask: I think is kind HILARIOUS! If I tell you there a YouTuber who made his channel be about bashing the loundcest fandom his entire Schict you will not be surprised. His takes are so mean spirit (which is double funny as the episodes, the canon ones, are so mean spirit already. No Lincoln isn't making out with Lori in canon but he is sleeping in dog house and the family finds hilarious...but sure, let's hate a fanfic where Lincon and Lori are fucking)

The cartoon is also clouded in controversial shit like you know SA and the director being a creepy. We should focus on this more than "fanfic making fictional characters fucking"

As for the ships itself. I do find funny...Lincon banging his older sister is kind funny...especially if the girls are the one initiating the things.

There's nothing different in the fics of loundcest that is any different of any anime characters who are popular in the incest tag.

I want to talk here about a great fic I read about loundcest...that totally desconstruct the harem trope. So, basically, thanks to magic/science thing...All the ladies drink some water that made them be horny (or Lincon drink something that made him irresistible to his family) either way, it is portrayed as smth scary as they all want to jump their bones ...and well, once the effect is off....there consequences. Some of them are left confused, some of them still want Lincon and is a tragedy. I like it. Ita a horror story. No idea what happened to the fic.

Anyway...loundcest is fine, it's nothing devious.

No idea why people think is ok to shit on the loundcest...maybe is bc of the controversial.

But I doubt very much any loundcest ever thought Lincon and Lori would fuck in canon.

[royaltea000]

Okay i know that liechtenstein is usually portrayed as submissive but i cant help but find it funny af to imagine italiech/romaliech where liech is very much the dom and one in charge ans that catches ita/roma totally off guard and they're surprised how okay they are with her telling them what to do in bed even when she is def the smaller one between them

I would never portray Liechtenstein as submissive. I think it’d be very funny if she was so polite about her domness tho - like she goes “can you lie here please 🥺” while in bdsm leather gear holding a whip

Also I think the Italians are already so naturally submissive that it catches them off guard but they fall into the role easily enough (also I think at one point they go ‘oh thank god I don’t have to top’) lmfao

[thesoulesscollection]

Random Facts & 'Party Tricks' Of Choc Kinsley

Hopefully you aren't getting too tired of the mostly Choc content here. But sorry if you are. He's my favorite Oc besides Honey of course. 

I just realized it would be his birthday today, April 1st (how comedic) and so he would be 59yo in 2015 if playing off ear on the games wonky timeline, during ItA and in 2024, 68yo. What an old man he is. lol. Only wanted to share that with you all if anyone was interested. 

Tw/Tags: Implied Drug Use/Abuse, Health Issues

Choc is double jointed, abnormally flexible then a regular human should be. Has hypermobility. As he gets up there in age, it's a little more difficult and he does deal with frequent bodily pains.

Deals with daily chronic pains, usually mild to a point he can ignore it but to the trained eye of some it's noticeable with his sporadic mannerisms 

^ Though when it's bad he's shaking uncontrollably, nearly bedridden and or left unable to function/control his own body 

Weak sensation of the hands, attune to tingly static (like they're asleep) so it ends up more often than he likes to admit with him accidentally dropping stuff he was holding. 

^ Same with his legs, there've been plenty of incidents, too many to count where they had randomly given out beneath him and he's left in a heap of long, bony limbs that can't move

^ Genuinely a very bony man, you can easily see them which he knows aren't healthy but laughed it off. Can hear him from a whole distance due to the loud crackling of his bones. 

In his youth (even now) He's the life of the party. Knows how to have a good time and keep the mood positive. Whenever someone is around him, it's sure to help boost their own. 

^ A recovering party animal with a high tolerance who used to drink and take drugs in unnatural excess. 

His weirdest and creepy ‘party trick’ is where he's able to twist his head near full circle like an owl and keep it like that for a couple minutes straight. He can do it without hands too. 

^ Can do the same with his back, turn right around-the-clock and bend over like a crab. Able to fold himself in tight to odd places and it's useful when 

^ Another weird trick, not natural at all and gross, but post incident relating to his mouth. As it was broken, it hadn't healed properly so he could open up wide, just enough he could try to put his whole fist in and touch his tonsils.

^ His tongue can touch not only his nose but also his eyeballs due to how long, slender it can be. As well, can do all sorts of weird tongue twisters.

Whenever seemingly excited, happy or any other similar emotion, Choc flaps his hands while bouncing on the balls of his feet, unable to contain the movement. 

Is always on his feet, is everywhere doing anything to help from early in the morning to late in the night, you will never see this man go on many breaks or at all. People do worry about him pushing himself far too much but somehow he's a ball of energy. 

^ Literally an expansive book of knowledge. Whenever someone needs to know something, it's best to go to him

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Okay so i was wondering how each RO would react if they found a engagement ring MC was hiding.

Bt then i realized wait. MC is already married. Sooo is divorce a thing? Or are we just having open marriages here?

An engagement ring would be very cute for mikhail if MC was like i want to marry you again because i love you this time. And I'd love to know his reaction but what about the others.. and if we're already married how does tht work? 🧐🤔

Now, I'm feeling in a nice mood, so I'm actually gonna answer all the questions. Keep in mind that these answers would be more of the last chapters / epilogue kind of situation (depending how the relationships go), this is spoiler ish territory. So after general information, the individual reactions and personal needs of the RO will go under the cut.

Divorce isn't a thing, but all of the RO are aware that the marriage you're in is purely political (in non Mikhail routes that is), and that there are no strings attached. Mikhail has no qualms about it either, he is not gonna enforce that you can only be with him, which is kind of the situation in riag marriages being monogamous. Oh yeah, every kingdom has different marriage / bonding rules and rituals.

As we know, Riags marriage is more closely representing a gift, with a necklace to symbolize the bond. Strictly monogamous.

Meanwhile in Malam tradition, their engagement/wedding rings are antlers, decorated with flowers and plants, which each of the spouses take care of, the longer the plants survive and thrive, the better the marriage between them will be. The antlers are collected when they're being shed in their respective seasons, monogamy being more popular than polyamory. (TK specific)

In Abuyo it is a tradition to braid each other's hair together, as well as weaving baskets. Most of their traditions formed around the enjoyment of nature and spices, with a very close and tight knitted, loving community, polyamory being very common too. (Alia specific)

Meanwhile I am trying to not pin the Ita wedding rituals, as you as a ruler can simply change them. But I decided to not specify the monogamy/polyamory likelihood, as well as leaving options for gift giving getting tied to different ideas of marriage in general. Which might get added to the epilogue for the Itan population (Kate, Sammy, Sascha, Gigi)

Now we get to the specific reactions/opinions/needs of the RO and marriage.

So under the cut we go.

TK would want to marry you. Like really badly. Like they're jealous and bitter towards Mikhail BCS of it (even in the poly route). If you put the actual work into learning malam traditions and customs, and offer them the antlers? Jesus, they'll be a MESS. Like sobbing, quietly tho. Being unable to do anything but just nod, maybe kiss and hug. But yes, they so badly would wanna marry you, even without it being official, just knowing you care that much about them, just the best way to make em soft.

Sammy doesn't mind that you're married to Mikhail, and while they'd def prefer you to be married to them, they don't take it that badly. They don't care that much about all the marriage traditions, since they grew up in a part of Ita where marriage isn't prioritized. HOWEVER, they will absolutely take you to their family for a big feast, and call you their love all the time.

Alia would be shocked at first, but then quietly remind you that she is not allowed to marry. She keeps her hair short as a symbol that she cannot get "entangled" with anyone, as her life has been dedicated to the worship of the Gods and the Beyond. If you would ask her to weave a basket with her tho, she'd smile and admit, that it would be a nice activity, and she cannot imagine doing it with anyone else.

Sascha would be mortified. Even at the end of the story, you CANNOT tie this man down. It might even be enough to scare him away. Like he is back on the run. Just don't.

Kate would be so excited. She's secretly already planning your wedding with her (even just as a symbol and not legally binding). She wants a big festival, with food, gifts, and expensive clothing. She is also inviting everyone. Everyone needs to experience the love she holds for you, and love you too. Yes, J and K will visit. Yes everyone she met will be there. Yes even strangers. And you will be covered in gifts and kisses.

Mikhail would be a bit against it. For him marriage is a promise of submission and protection, and he cannot imagine commanding you. Once you tell and explain it's to renew the shared love, he is so down. Very down. On his knees actually.

Gigi is so very sad. She would have to decline politely, not because she doesn't want to. But BCS it is not fair to claim you. She would gently let you down. And while it wouldn't destroy the relationship unlike with Sascha, it would put a strain on it.

[the-golden-comet]

✨😈Seven Deadly Sins Tag😈✨

Thank you very much for this tag here, @drchenquill , here @theink-stainedfolk , and here @thatuselesshuman , as well as anyone else who has tagged me for this !! This looks like a fun one! 💫✨

Rules: which of your OCs would you assign to which of the seven deadly sins and why?

Alright, here we go ✨

Greed:

Peter from Peter Hart would have to take this one. He’s a treasure pirate, and captain of the Golden Phoenix Gang. That title alone shows that Peter is a fan of materialistic wealth, and has amassed a fair amount of coin on all of his adventures. One of the themes in Peter Hart is “The Price of Greed,” which is to say he has to choose between a moral good and his own self-indulgence quite often.

Sloth:

Noah from YWIMC takes this one. He is holed up in his apartment when he’s not required to attend class, takes online courses when that option is given just to avoid going out in public, and hates going outside of his comfort zone.

Wrath:

Tyr from ITROG fits the bill the best. He is one spiteful, vengeful, and angry OC that constantly fights for his own survival, and his defiant and bull-headed attitude has gotten him into lots of trouble, with the biggest act of defiance serving as the catalyst for his forced adventure.

Gluttony:

Ali from YWIMC would fit this sin best. He is not only a glutton for knowledge, but is also incredibly self-indulgent once he is freed from the lamp. Taking life’s pleasures to the extreme, as well as his love of cooking, matches this sin very well.

Envy:

Gustav from ITROG would be the most envious OC. Constantly searching and competing with nature, he’s always felt like an outcast to other giants. He often finds himself wishing to fit in, and wishing to have that sense of family that he doesn’t have as a wandering lone wolf.

Lust:

Itazura from Tenshito would be lust on account of his occupation (porn star). Though he does wish to escape this job and become a chef, there’s no doubt that Ita has enjoyed the fortune that comes with this role, despite despising the fame. Being paid exorbitantly has had its merits, yet one of Ita’s struggles in the story is how much his current job is worth the risk.

Pride:

Benjamin from Peter Hart would match this sin the most. Being raised as a prince has given Benji a sense of ego, which thoroughly gets checked on several occasions. His sense of self-worth on the surface seems inflated, but deep down Benjamin struggles with his identity, and wishes to escape his duties in order to freely express himself.

You may have noticed that Tenshi from Tenshito is not on this list. The cinnamon roll angel is no sinner; he is a saint. 🙏🪽✨

Going to gently tag (no pressure): @tragedycoded , @somethingclevermahogony , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @honeybewrites , @illarian-rambling , @agirlandherquill , @theaistired , @lychhiker-writes , @jev-urisk , @wyked-ao3 , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @autism-purgatory , @48lexr , @badscientist , @rhikasa , @aalinaaaaaa , @dearunreliablenarrator , @swordslord , @worlds-tallest-fairy , @rotting-moon-writes , @tildeathiwillwrite , @mauannacreates , @moltenwrites , @asablehart , @dragoninatrenchcoat , @marlowethelibrarian , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @coffeexafterxmidnight , @words-after-midnight , @saturnine-saturneight , @smellyrottentrees , @lavender-gloom , @thecomfywriter , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , +open tag to whoever else wants to join! ✨

[dropsofsciencenews]

Large Patterns for Hungry Bumblebees

ESP version ITA version

Imagine being a flower that needs to be pollinated and therefore needs to attract as many pollinators as possible. Now imagine being a bumblebee that, in a short time, must collect nectar from as many suitable flowers as possible. Surely, the bumblebee cannot move randomly among flowers hoping to find the right ones—that would be a waste of energy. At the same time, the flower must develop characteristics that attract specific pollinators.

Until recently, it was thought that bright colors and the scent of nectar were the main causes of pollinator attraction. But there seems to be more to it: hidden bullseyes in flower patterns play a significant role in attracting bees.

How did this discovery come about? Previous research had identified specific transcription factors and enzymes responsible for producing petal pigments and surface textures, but the initial processes that divide the petal epidermis into two distinct regions remained a mystery.

To understand the process, a group of researchers developed a method to dissect, prepare, and observe tiny hibiscus petals under a microscope. They discovered that, in the early stages of development, the petals have about 700 greenish cells, without the typical purple pigmentation and without differences in cell shape or size. As development progresses and the petal reaches 4,000 cells, purple pigmentation is still not visible, but a specific region appears where the cells are larger than their neighbors: this is the pre-pattern. These cells mark the position of the bullseye boundary—the line on the petal where the color changes from purple to white. Without a boundary, there's no bullseye. And without a bullseye? No pollination.

Using computational models, the scientists also discovered that the hibiscus can modify the size of the bullseye very early in the pre-patterning phase by regulating cell expansion or division later in development. This process determines the development of different colored regions, including the purple bullseye that attracts bumblebees.

So, what's the relationship between these essential insects and the hibiscus? Bumblebees have a clear preference for larger bullseyes and were also 25% faster in visiting flowers with larger bullseyes. This preference increases the efficiency of both bees and flowers; flight requires a lot of energy, and if a bumblebee can visit more flowers in less time, it's advantageous for both the insect and the plants.

The precision of natural designs plays a crucial role in the survival and evolution of species. Hibiscus trionum, for example, with larger bullseyes, likely attracts more pollinators, increasing its reproductive success. Species like Hibiscus richardsonii, on the other hand, are considered vulnerable and endangered, perhaps because they have small bullseyes and are less chosen by pollinators. Enhancing our knowledge of these floral patterns can help develop strategies to increase pollinator visits, which is fundamental for the success of crops that depend on pollination.

See you soon and Good Science!

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