#cause the print and cut takes an inch all around

[deoidesign]

Look at these stickers my brain is literally so huge. God. I love them so much.

I hadn't tried to do a sticker sheet at home before because I knew it would be difficult, and I was right! Getting the cut lines to line up with the print was super hard and there were many failed attempts, but it was so worth it I'm so happy with them!!!

This sticker sheet is for my patrons this month ^^

[sugutiva]

ᥫ᭡. synopsis : overstimulation with gojo has him unexpectedly proposing to you.

tags : smut, p in v, overstimulation, belly bulge, marking ( scratching & hickeys), slight edging, fluff at the end..?, cursing, dirty talk, all lowercase intended, not proofread !

a/n : the long awaited gojo drabble 🌚!

“ nahhh, don’t do that,” satoru tuts disapprovingly, above your cock-drunk state, while having your body folded in the most meanest mating press. his hand presses down on your stomach bulging with his dick print, making you sensitively aware of every inch of him ruthlessly thrusting into you— although your beyond fucked out at this point. “ keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.”

he can’t control how his dick twitches inside of you at your submissive situation. you look past breathtaking, staying compliant as you let him have his way with you for the nth time this night. you’re so fucking tight— satoru can’t tell if he’s being dramatic or if you’re trying to cut off all circulation from his lower body.

you cry, gripping at his muscled back desperately as you feel the bulbous head of his cock make out with your cervix sweetly. “ satoru— you’re so b-big, fuck! can’t take it n’more. . .”

“ ngh, y-yeah?” he’s cut off from his own sentence when he thrusts further into you, his cock mapping out every inch and beyond of your suffocating heat.

“ can’t take it? i can’t tell from how yer’ greedy pussy is cryin’ for more of me,” clouded cerulean eyes travels back down to your belly, and how his hefty size noticeably protrudes from within your inner walls.

his calloused hand that’s already displayed on the bulge creeps down lower, where he rolls enthusiastic, tight circles on your already cum-covered clit, from the previous rounds. “ hmm, let your pussy do the talking from now on, since she’s the only one telling me the truth,” he sharply grins to himself, watching your accommodating body react to the sudden stimulation, before it’s washed away with a hungry mewl from his lips as your cunt impossibly invites him in deeper.

the environment in your shared bedroom was lustfully humid, and filled with the obscene sounds of skin on skin slapping, and combined seductive moans like a melody. despite your weakened state from the previous onslaught of orgasms before— your mouth waters with dangerous anticipation. achingly, longing for another sweet release of the night.

satoru’s vision shifts to the frothy ring of your joint releases, clinging around the base of his cock alluringly. “ shit baby, i was g’na propose to you first, but it seems you’re pussy beat me to it, heh.” he knew you were going to ignore his drunken secret-confession, given that every time he’s overstimulated, he always makes childish promises to marry your pussy as he fucks himself into you near the brink of unconsciousness. but you don’t have a clue of how serious he is right now.

your effort to hold onto him evident as the skin on his back is painted a burning red as a result of your harsh scraping. you feel his muscles twitch under your nails as you inflict light, cat like scratches beautifully down his back.

“ s-shit,” his hips stutters while his lips suck drastic hickeys on the expanse of your neck— marks that scream his name, scream that you’re all his. “ marry me, marry me p-please,” the thumb on your clit speeds as if he’s focusing his impatient anticipation on your puffy clit.

“ you’re not s-serious,” you whine underneath him, raking your nails deeper into his skin and following the dipping curve of his back. “ jus’ saying it cause you’re pussydrunk, toru,”

“ fuck— ‘m not, s-swear. have the ring picked out, suits you the best,” his feverish kisses return back to your mouth. your orgasm is so close, tightening and building up as your pussy is past the point of broken right now.

your orgasm is so close, you can taste it. one more rock of his hips will surely have you leaking around his imposing length— except, it doesn’t come right away. the delay in pleasure has you glaring at satoru, and him staring right back, all traces of playfulness gone. “ i won’t let you cum until you say you’ll marry me.

you blink, “ are you serious right now, satoru?”

“ dead.” he replies back, quick.

satoru is a spoiled asshole, holding your orgasm over your head until you comply to his stupid proposal that he asks every fuck.

“ i don’t b-believe you right now, you always say that dumb shit when y’re gonna cum,” you try to wiggle your hips for some indication of the excitement from before, but with your straining position and the obvious size difference, it does no avail.

“ well, believe me now ‘cause i’m serious,” the weight of his eyes and words discreetly has you shifting away from him, but nothing goes undetected in the stupid god-like eyes of satoru as he pulls your body back down and presses on the outline of his dick making itself known on your stomach. “ i belong to you, and you belong to me. so why no—“

“ fuck! i fucking do, satoru, just fuck me already!” you cut him off with a shriek, the feeling of your orgasm slipping further from you is absolute torture. nonetheless, he grins, all traces of playfulness coming back while his hips greedily wind up again.

“ thought so baby,” he leans over to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm builds back up again. “ that didn’t take long at all. admit it, you wouldn’t know what to do without me or my dick, wifey.” satoru’s broad body envelopes your smaller one completely as he slots his entire being against you; finding a new pace to fuck you in recklessly.

“ toruuu, ‘m gonna cum t-toru! ‘s so good, all f’me!” your wall spasms around him, sucking him in and in�� before you messily drench his cock in your salacious fluids. your moans grow silent as your draining orgasm flushes over your body. “ oh my— f-fuck,” your nails dig in the surrounding skin of his back when he doesn’t show signs of slowing down. even through his own orgasm, he still manages to deeply hump against your body under him. your combined cum starts to froth, sliding down his thighs and settling on the stained bedsheets.

in your shared aftermath it’s quiet. you enjoy the warmth of his body on top of yours as you come down from your high. you barely realize that he’s reaching over in the bedside drawer to grab the small box that contains the ring to put it on your finger, until you feel it.

“ . . .you were serious, huh?” you smile, stretching your fingers out, adjusting to the new look on your ring finger.

“ about you? always been.” he grabs your hand to kiss the ring.

[splataii]

toji x male reader

cw: dom male character, sub male reader,

wc 1.5k

freeloader toji who likes to pop in at your place n take a load off whenever he’s in the mood.

no text, no call, no nothing. just him showing up to sleep on your bed, watching his shitty tv shows on your couch after draining your fridge for everything it's worth.

you don't get no chance to say no cause he's way too busy telling you just what an absolute angel you are as he slips through your door. you won't even know he's there, promise. but it’s hard for him to keep such a promise when he’s such a terrible roommate.

he walks around half naked like he owns the place, sweatpants falling so low around his waist that his dick threatens to fall out with every step he takes..

when he feels like being more annoying than usual, he hangs around you, leaning against doorways and faking a yawn or two to stretch so you can catch the outline of his dick, and the way his body flexes.

it makes it hard to look him in the eyes when you're telling him to pull his own weight for the millionth time that week, and he knows it.

“you got a staring problem or what?” he teases, following the way your eyes trace down to the dick print in his loose grey track pants. guys like you are just way too fuckin easy. too flustered to finish, you let him off with a simple warning before leaving him be. but what he really wants is to force ya to quit talking his ear off by getting you on your knees and shoving his cock down your throat. maybe then he could finally put that mouth a yours to good use.

toji also gets so heated about the smallest things, moving you out the way so he can be the one to answer the door to all your one night stands and potential future boyfriends. taking way too much pleasure in how they shrink in on themselves when he sizes them up from the doorway, being terribly sweeter than normal to you with all his pet names and touchiness. it seems like his hand stays glued to your waist no matter how much you pry him off a you.

everytime another guy runs with his tail between his legs, you're pointing the finger at toji, but that man couldn't care less. it’s not his fault they're too pussy. he knows exactly the type a man a doll like you needs and he can give that to you better than any of those little boys ever could.

what's more is he has no sense of personal space. it’s always, “i was just looking for something,”

when he hovers so close you can feel his smile on your neck while you all bent over in the fridge, caged between his arms as his bulge rubs against the small of your back.

or “an accident” when he’s spreading out on your already too small couch and practically forcing you onto his thigh, subtly grinding you against it everytime he moves as his hand slips around your waist and under your shirt. he’s just tryna consolidate space, honest. it ain't his fault he's as big as he is. and it's definitely not his fault you’ve got such a dirty little mind.

and he's such a mess.. clothes, dishes, everything. you find them scattered just about all over the place. the worst offense, however, was a discarded package laying on your living room table. a fleshlight, you realized seconds too late, toji making his grand entrance the moment you're shutting the box closed.

you can tell by the shit eating grin on his face that playing it cool won't cut it, but you try anyway, pretending to get back to tidying up the table as he inches up close behind you.

“i don’t mind sharing,” he breathes, hand hovering on your waist a second too long as he reaches around you for his box, “if you let me watch,”

you stay still, waiting for him to laugh it off and turn back around, but he stays leaning over you.

“youre such a…”

“i’m such a what?” he tilts his head, hand subtly sliding down to the waistband of your pants, massaging where it meets your warm skin. he's rubbing in circles, fingers gently raking up and down your side till they're slipping under your pants.

your eyes trace the veins on his hand as you feel him squeeze at your bare thigh, your underwear hitching farther up as his thumb presses close against your clothed dick. your mind spins every time you feel him inching closer to your soft cock, taking in the thought of him pulling you back into his lap and sliding your pants to your knees so he could take care of you like you deserved. mind falling away, you let yourself lean back into his chest, your hand firmly placed on his arm to ground yourself.

“..or i can always give you the real deal,” he hums your breathe hitching as he gropes at your growing bulge, his words hot on the skin of your neck as you feel his hardening dick grinding against the curve of your ass, “if, that's what his highness prefers,”

you can feel the smirk on his lips as he presses a kiss against the side of your neck, and you blink away whatever trance he had you in.

“dickhead,” you mutter, slipping out of his arms and away from him, pretending not to notice his eyes trained on you as you break away. not once does that stupid smile leave his face as he watches you leave him and his half hard cock alone in the living room.

and that's he worst part of it all.. the worst part a him.. how smug he fucking gets. no matter how much you tell him off, no matter how much he teases you, he knows you can’t never stay mad at him for long. just a few touches in all the right places, a couple spoken promises, and you're like putty in his arms.

it don't matter how much tension you got pent up from his antics; at the end of the day, you're his. and he's always gonna be there to relieve that stress for you the best way he knows how; by bending you over whatever surface is nearest and railing you till you can't think of anything but the shape of his dick stuffed down your ass.

<3

“i was so lonely last night, yknow that?” tojis cock drills into you as you do your best to keep upright against the couch, “left me hard in the living room. had to take care of it all by myself,”

but you been knew that. he made no effort to hide it seeing how loud he was yesterday. you could hear him groaning your name and all the ways he wanted to have you from the comforts of your own bedroom, body hot as you kept your thighs pressed together, waiting for him to finish.

the moment you were back from your shift he was on you, pressing open mouth kisses as he made quick work of stripping you down. he had been waiting for what felt like ages to have all of you underneath him like this, so sweet and pliant in his arms, leaning into his heavy hands. coming undone at his every touch.

“what, nothing to say?” he grunts, grip on your waist tightening as you clench around him, sucking him back in with every thrust, his hands pulling your hips to fuck back into his, “or are you gonna let this ass do all the talking?”

you shake your head, helplessly grinding against the back of the couch as he splits you open on his dick.

“‘s too much,” you cry in between broken moans, burying your face in the nearest pillow in an attempt to hide how good he feels inside you. but he comes to a slow harsh grind of his cock, hands running all up your sides until they're resting on your shoulder.

he pulls you out of your pillow, forcing you to hear the lewd sound of his cock pulling out and leaving you empty. toji grunts, your tight hole not wanting to let go before its clenching around nothing, his pre dripping down the curve of your ass and off your thighs.

you do your best to stay steady on shaky arms, desperate whines muffled by your own hands as you feel him lining up again.

“you can take it sweetheart,” he rasps before ramming back into you, your ass spasming at the harsh thrust of his cock as he stuffs you full. your hand falls away from your lips, unable to hide the moans he rips from you as he pulls out and forces his cock into your ass again and again, making sure that the only thing your body will be able to remember is the shape of him inside you.

“that's it, doll,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss at the tears threatening to fall from your eyes as his strong arms keep you upright, “now let me hear you,”

[sat0-get0]

・❥ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 - 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.1𝙠, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮), 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠 (2), 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧!𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘭𝘴 ༄

"Jijiii, please." you whine, squirming in Toji's lap. You watch with a glare as he watches the TV behind you in your shared bedroom, completely unamused by your antics. You usually don't need to ask Toji to take care of you when you're needy because he's quite the needy one himself. However, the random moments you're the one in need, you tend to do nothing but drop subtle hints that rile him up enough to toss you over his shoulder and drag you into the bedroom.

Toji's had enough of that. As perceptive as he is, he picked up the ways you tell him in your own cute little gestures that you need him at the moment. Placing subtle kisses on his jawline, subtly moving your hips back n' forth while sitting in his lap while wearing the skimpiest shorts you can find, and even feeling on his muscles. You're just too easy to read but you've been real stubborn and Toji realizes he can't continue spoiling you so much.

"You're acting like that 'cause you just got your hair done." "No I'm not." you pout while twirling a strand of your protective style around your finger. Every trick up your sleeve hasn't worked. You even forcefully squeezed the print of his obviously hard dick out of frustration and he still keeps a straight face, not budging an inch. "You can't do this to me." you exhale, voice high and whiny, irritation evident in your tone. Your manicured nails (that he paid for along with your hair) press into his hard pecs, leaving small crescents on the bulging skin. "I already am." he says bluntly, voice monotone.

"It's not hard to just ask. That's all I'm asking you to do." he sighs, finally sparing you one glance. You look into his dark eyes, fed up just as much as you and cold as stone. He really isn't letting up. "But you already know what I want." you practically mumble, lips pursed out. This is torture. You wouldn't wish this on your worst enemy. You never thought the day would come that Toji would actually make you ask to get fucked but here you are.

"Let's do.. it please." you strain out, feeling as if the words cut themselves out of your throat. "Do what?" he yawns, still unaffected. Your brain practically short circuits at his audacity and you have to force yourself not to dig your nails into a vital vein of his. "Just make me feel good." you huff out, trying another pathetic attempt. "I could give you a massage." Toji offers, putting on his best oblivious and dumb act. It's certainly working seeing as even your brown skin is on the verge of turning red from absolute rage.

"Please take me."

"Shopping?"

"Please pull it out.."

"My phone?"

"Please.. do your magic..."

"I'm a magician now?"

He clearly is considering the cruel n mocking act he's putting on. Another minute of this and you might just explode from all the fury that's been building up this entire situation. You are kinda doing it to yourself though.. seeing as it's as simple as tying your shoes but that's not what you need to hear right now. Unfortunately, the angel on your shoulder is telling you that you should just give in, even if it means losing.

"Toji, my love, please just.." He looks up at you amusingly, already sensing his victory. "Just what?" he asks, smirk already on his face. "Just fuck me. Please fuck me." you sigh out, absolutely spent from all the effort you put into that sentence. You practically yelp as you're flipped around suddenly, your field of view immediately doing a 180. You look up and see Toji as eager as ever, already having your shorts and panties down to your knees.

"See how easy that was, mama?" he asks you, flinging your clothing somewhere you'll be too lazy to retrieve after this whole thing is over. "See how fucking little it took?" You watch as sweat is already dripping down his forehead, just as impatient as you were when you were struggling to get your words out. Taking almost 2 hours asking for something that would've taken 3 seconds. Oh you're frustrated? He's absolutely fed up. All the teasing he had to endure, all the grinding against his dick that he had to put up with. He was enraged with it all. The squeeze almost got him.. it almost did.

"Jiji!" you gasp as he practically rips your tanktop off over your head, almost catching your ear piercings on the fabric. "I don't wanna hear shit." he grits out, only focused on your pretty brown pussy and dark nipples. He's infatuated with you and he absolutely can't wait to have you. It's partially his fault, yeah, two stubborn people usually end up in a quarrel. However, he had to teach you a lesson and if he kept letting your teasing antics slide, they'd only intensify.

You're completely bare now and have to face the torture of watching him undress. He basically rips off his own pants, not caring about anything that gets in the way of him being able to destroy you. A drop of sweat makes its way down your forehead as he gives his dick a few pumps with his fist before inching closer to your pussy. "Jiji.." you mumble out, looking away in an attempt to escape his intense glare. "Prep me." you pout, thighs subtly inching closer together to avoid the absolute demon between his legs. "Should've prepped yourself instead of taking 2 hours to ask me a simple question." he spits bluntly, leaving you with nothing but a glare.

Your body was involuntarily prepping you anyways by the looks of it. Toji spreads your legs apart again, obviously being stronger, and looks down at the sweet moisture. You were practically drowning, your pussy producing enough slick to moisten up your inner thighs. Even Toji was shocked, seeing as he let his resolve slip by widening his eyes for a split second. He's back to his usual self immediately after and you can tell by the cheshire grin that paints itself onto his lips. "Pretty pussy was drooling this whole time, huh?" he coos, bringing a thumb down to your clit and chuckling deep in his chest at your shy mewls. "Shouldn't have kept her waiting so long."

You squeal as you're once again being manhandled in a matter of seconds, flipped onto your hands and knees. Toji knows this is one of the positions you aren't fond of. It prevents you from kissing him, wrapping your arms around his beefy neck and shoulders, and admiring him in his lustful state. Therefore, he only really put you in that position when you acted out.

"Jiji, I don't wa-" you gasp as he pulls you closer by your hips, forcing your ass up and your face landing on the mattress as a result. "You were saying something?" he says with such audacity, you can just imagine his unamused expression. Your fingers immediately grasp at the sheets upon feeling the thick, bulbous head of Toji's dick running along your leaking slit. It's torture, your mind stuck between wanting to feel his hips slamming against your plush ass and feeling nervous considering all his built up frustration.

Your fingers tangle into the soft sheets of the bed with an even stronger grip this time, mouth agape as you feel Toji pushing himself inside you. He wants to chuckle at your reaction but can't, too busy clenching his jaw and groaning deep in his chest at just how tighter this position makes you. "Fuck.. open up, baby." he mumbles, voice low and dangerous, only making you want to clench around his dick even tighter. Every inch that welcomes itself into your pussy makes you lose yourself more and more. Small whimpers that you fail to hold back ringing in Toji's ear and making it harder and harder for him not to shove the rest inside.

"You want the rest, pretty?" he asks you with a tone oh so seductive. You nod, believing there's only an inch left and that he'd give it to you slowly. Cue the long, loud, drawn out gasp. You're trembling underneath Toji, not a single thought in your head as he pushes more than half his length deep inside your quivering pussy. His coos from above are practically offensive, good thing you couldn't even register anything around you.

"You asked for the rest, didn't you?" he grins, thick hands gripping at your waist as he begins moving his hips. You're biting your lower lip, body shivering at the feeling of him pulling all the way out only to shove his dick all the way back in again. You're not the only one who's head is spinning. Toji's stuck between wanting to roll his eyes back at the sensation and not wanting to blink not once. The way the flesh of your ass ripples against him when it meets his pelvis is hypnotizing, thighs jiggling below just as much. The body your black genes have blessed you with having Toji in a chokehold practically tighter than your grip on him.

"Shit, mama, c'mere.." he groans, hands sliding up your body until they yank you upwards. Your lip trembles as your back is against Toji's chest, pretty tits on display making him wish he could see them better in this position. This was his way of preventing himself from filling you up too quickly by getting his eyes off your plush cheeks but he may have made things worse. The tears that brim your pretty lashes, the lewd expression on your face, and how much closer your sounds of pleasure is to his ears. He tells himself he needs to slow down, take his time with you. But he can't, hips moving on their own as he furiously pounds his dick into you.

"Lemme hear you, baby. Come on.." he tries to mumble into your ear but it comes out louder than he anticipated, voice shaky and warm sighs escaping him as he struggles to keep his composure. "Harder, daddy." you breathe out, practically unaware of what you're saying and the reaction you've just caused. Suddenly, Toji's arms wrap fully around you, hugging you tight against his body before his hips start moving at a much faster pace.

The pace is demon-like, animalistic and you can't keep up. Forced to take everything he has to offer as you remain dumb founded, drool escaping your pretty two-toned lips, eyes rolling back, and nails digging into the beefy arms that are wrapped around you in an attempt to keep yourself grounded even a little bit. Toji is barely thinking about keeping a steady rhythm of his hips, at this point he's been hypnotized. Face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent as he also tries to focus on not exploding inside your weeping pussy.

He'll only cum if you do, it's always been an unspoken rule inside his perverted mind. Thankfully, you weren't too far from doing so, pussy fluttering in the way it always does when you're ready to cream all over his fat dick. "Daddy, wanna..!" you breathe out. He finds it so cute, so dumb on his cock you can't get a proper sentence out. "Go ahead, mama." Toji groans into your ear before placing a row of kisses on your neck. "Lemme feel it."

And with that, you're coming. Leaving tiny crescents on his arm as you leave a translucent white ring around Toji's dick, hiccuped whines filling the noises of the room accompanied by the unfaltering smacks of his hips against your ass. You feel like you're ascending as you continue to get plowed into, the girth of him pistoning inside you again and again. "I'm almost there, baby, I'm almost.. oh shit-" he swears, holding you impossibly closer as he shoves himself impossibly deeper, chest rumbling as he fills you up spurt by spurt.

You just wanna collapse onto the bed after Toji's emptied himself but of course he doesn't let you. Having you laid on top of him comfortably in a matter of seconds and you're so fucked out you barely even process him maneuvering you both into this comforting position. You let out a yawn but you can't doze off just yet. Putting your pointer finger up with the little strength you have, you start, "Make sure.." "Silk scarf, yes I know, baby." he yawns himself. You smile against him as you feel him reaching under your pillow to retrieve the item and decide it's the perfect time to doze off as he wraps the silk on your head just the way you would.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[fungifanart]

Like a bundle of grapes

Characters: Yuu (GN), Ace, Deuce, Grim, Azul, Jade, Floyd

CW: Cartoon violence, crack

Word count: 964

Notes: Wrote this for @twst-charity and their charity drive to send aid to Palestine! Go check out the other works done for it and feel free to donate, if you can! We have SO many talented artists and writers involved!

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Yuu is going to MURDER that octopus.

Actually, no. Death is too good for him.

Yuu is going to cut off his tentacles, make them into takoyaki and then feed it to him.

There, that's better. 

Now that they have a plan of attack, Yuu quickens their pace as they march angrily towards the Mostro Lounge to go collect their three anemone-headed idiots.

What else was Yuu gonna do when the man running the Mostro Lounge just casually ruined what was SUPPOSED to be a nice hangout between them, Ace, Deuce and Grim?

Yuu slams their foot into the front door, forcing it open with a loud bang that causes a wave of silence to wash over the lounge's patrons as they look at them in shock, their three idiots included.

"AZUL ASHENGROTTO!!!" Yuu's enraged voice echoes throughout the lounge, prompting the sound of footsteps coming from the back hallway a minute later.

"Well, well! I was wondering who could possibly have the GALL to walk in and disrupt my business and then I find out that it's our darling Prefect!" The man in question says calmly as he rounds the corner into the main dining room, "To what do I owe the pleasure of you gracing my establishment with your ever calming presence?"

Yuu's eye twitches as they close the distance between themself and him, "Cut the crap, Ashengrotto. You know exactly why I'm here." They say as they stop in front of him and cross their arms impatiently.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid I really don't! I can tell that you're quite upset with me, but would you be so kind as to clarify why?" Azul says after throwing his hands up dramatically.

"Tch, alright fine. You suckered Ace, Deuce and Grim into another contract and screwed them over with the fine print! I thought you said you were gonna be nicer from now on!" Yuu says while pushing their finger against the man's chest accusingly.

Azul waves Yuu's hand away dismissively before responding, "Surely this isn't what you came all the way here for? Surely you realize that you should be angry at those three for not reading the fine print rather than at me?"

"Dissolve the contracts." Yuu says, not yielding even an inch.

"Oh? And why would I do that? The only ones who violated the terms of the contracts are the ones that signed them, so I'm not the one at fault here. And need I remind you that YOU decided to enter MY establishment and disrupt MY business? I could have Jade and Floyd kick you out for that alone, you know." Azul says condescendingly as the two eels in question slowly close in on either side of Yuu, most likely waiting for a signal from him.

"Oh please, we both know those two would happily let me beat you up if I made it funny." They say while rolling their eyes.

"My, how confident we are today! And how do you suppose you could do that?" The octopus says arrogantly.

"Like THIS!!!" Yuu responds before dashing behind Azul faster than he can react, wrapping their arms around his waist in a vice-like grip and arcing their back fully backwards, taking him with them as he lets out a shrill scream before colliding with the hard floor.

A beat of pin-drop silence passes as everyone's brains collectively catch up with what Yuu has done.

The silence is then broken by Floyd bursting out into howling laughter, accompanied by Jade struggling to keep his composure with his hand clamped over his mouth.

With Azul out cold and the eels successfully incapacitated, Yuu quickly rifles through the octopus's jacket pockets and pulls out Ace, Deuce and Grim's contracts before grabbing their owners by the anemones and dragging them out of the Mostro Lounge, still dazed by Yuu's actions.

Upon reaching a safe distance from the establishment, Yuu rips all three contracts to shreds, releasing their friends from the anemones and Azul's grasp.

Feeling the empty space on their heads, the three's brains finally catch up as they cheer in excitement and move to pull Yuu into a group hug, only for Yuu to dodge and instead deliver a tight and painful pinch to each of their cheeks.

“Owowowow! What gives?!” Ace asks while rubbing his cheek.

“Have you three learned nothing from the last time Azul pulled something like this?” Yuu asks with their hands on their hips like a scolding parent.

“L-look, we're sorry, it's just–” Grim tries to respond, but Yuu's frustrated voice cuts him off.

“Just what? What could be so important that you'd put yourselves at risk like that?” Yuu questions harshly, losing whatever patience they have by the second.

“Sam's shop just got a shipment of fresh watermelons, so…” Ace trails off while twiddling his thumbs.

“We wanted to get some for our hangout today, but we were short on cash, so we signed on to do some quick odd jobs for Azul, but…well…you know the rest.” Deuce explains as all three of them look at the ground.

Yuu's mouth hangs agape for a few seconds before guilt overtakes them and they wrap the other three in a tight hug, “Oh, you guys! I'm sorry for getting so angry!! I'd love to have watermelon with you!!!” They say while shaking them around.

Yuu only lets go upon hearing the door to the Mostro Lounge burst open to the sound of their favorite octopus screaming bloody murder at them and two eels that are still struggling to contain their laughter as they follow him.

“Race you to Sam's shop!” Yuu says to their friends with a challenging smile.

Breaking out into a run, the four classmates make their way to the mirror, laughing all the while.

[osric-giroux-ffxiv]

DWC November 2024 - Day 5 - Skill

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TW: Violence (Below the Cut)

There were certain things that had stood out to him very early in life, and had only become more pronounced the more years passed by. One of those ‘things’ was just how certain individuals developed specific attributes - specific skills, while others were left to go to waste, and others found no value in those same skills. 

His parents - if one could even call them that - were certainly skilled narrators and manipulators. They could and did spin a tail and most if not all believed it. His sister was observant, detail oriented - generally, but even then there were times when she could be so focused on the details that she lost sight of the greater picture. 

How many times had he seen it during training? Those who were overconfident in their skills ended up dead because they could not see their flaws? They held one attribute in such esteem that they couldn’t recognize the need to be well rounded, or at the vet least, have others around them that could balance out those areas in which they were lacking.

It was something he’d tried to keep in mind as he started working with the wolves. 

Each of them had a different strength - Freyja was fearless, happy to charge into any fray she was presented with with little concern for herself, so long as it was at Osric’s side. 

Tyr was happier defending and protecting, whether that was a singular location or Osric’s back as they scouted - ever watchful, ever alert, he was the more watchful of the two younger wolves.

And then there was Vidar. A bit of an anomaly at first - the older wolf has spent a majority of his time stalking the grounds around Osric’s home, ever watchful. It had taken time, and no shortage of trial and error to discover just what skill he seemed to lean into. And with patience what was discovered is the the older wolf had an incredibly sharp sense of smell - one that work, could be honed.

One that on this particular afternoon, seemed to pick up on a familiar scent, and one that he did not consider to be friendly. 

The two sets of prints in the snow weren’t hard to follow, neither was the shouting or the snarls. 

Osric, Freyja, and Tyr managed to come upon the scene just as Vidar pounced, knocking the man down into the snow, not snapping, a low growl rumbling at the back of his throat.

“Vidar - hold!”

The wolf froze at the command, the tense body language a clear indication that he didn’t want to, but he adhered nonetheless. 

Osric approached, hunting knife in hand, as he hadn’t been prepared to take off into the woods when Tyr hand grabbed his attention. “What have we here?” He kneeled down, blade of the knife held under the man’s chin as he gripped his hair forcing him to look up, the volume of Vidar’s growl increasing. 

As the man dared to open his eyes, Osric scoffed as the recognition washed over him. “You. I suppose the first time wasn’t enough?”

“Y-you know how much a wolf pelt is worth, mister?”

Vidar snapped an inch from the man’s face, causing him to try to recoil - he couldn’t because of Osric’s grip, something that only tightened. 

“No, and I don’t give a fuck. You’re trespassing and I see you didn’t learn a godsdamned thing from the last time I caught you.”

“I did…I swear!” 

“Then you’re here just for a lovely walk in the snow? If you’re going to lie, think of something more convincing. I’ve been around some of the best.” 

Osric’s grip tightened on the knife. The last time he’d sent the bastard to the authorities and after a few weeks they released him. And now he was back trying the same thing. 

If he let him go again, who else would the bastard hurt. 

Clearly nothing had been learned from the last time... 

He shook his head before the decision became about more than just the poacher (it was about more than just the poacher).

“This is the second time I’ve caught you on my property trying to kill my wolves..Can’t follow simple instructions, can you?”

“I…well…I mean…”

“It’s a simple question that required a simple answer. You could not provide it and I won’t tolerate a third attempt or venture onto my land. I shouldn’t have tolerated a second. And Aurifort isn’t here to save you this time.” Vidar’s growling grew louder beside him. “I hope you’ve begged for mercy from whichever of the Twleve you pray to sir, you’ll find none here today.”

“Wha…?!”

The reaction was quick, decisive. The knife moved from under the man’s chin, the blade slicing across his throat. 

“Vidar, kill.” It was an order the wolf seemed more than happy to follow through on, his teeth ripping into the man’s throat. 

Osric took a step back, glancing down at the poacher’s lifeless form as Vidar, his task complete moved over next to Tyr and Freyja. 

“Let’s see to this mess, shall we? It seems Kenward will have a bit of company this evening.”

He’d failed to protect all those that were important to him before - lack of skill, lack of planning, it didn’t matter at this point. It was not a mistake he’d make again. He would be better prepared for the next issue. They would be better prepared to handle whatever came next.  

He would not make the same mistake twice. 

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Wrap Around Pt.2

Pairing(s): Oberyn Martell x Martell!Reader, Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: siblingxsibling implied, longing, inappropriate behavior but nothing too nsfw, no p in v, no touching

Words: 1607

Summary: You and Oberyn stargaze as his lovers sleep in his bed next door.

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THE WARNINGS/TAGS

Nights in Dorne varied from freezing to uncomfortably warm. All these years growing up in the desert land, you still found yourself victim to the night heat that had you tossing and turning. Perspiration accumulated on every inch of your body. Your bed, once a spot of relaxation and comfort, has become a humid swamp. Even laying naked offered no relief. Skin simply too warm and having had enough, you sit up and swing your feet to the cool tile of your chambers. Enough to make you sigh in gratitude. Toes spread to fully embrace the fresh sensation. All too soon the red tiles beneath you become lukewarm, there was no way you were getting any more sleep. You wondered if your brother was suffering as well.

“We shall suffer together.”You muse to yourself as you go to search for a lightweight robe to drape over yourself.

The halls of Sunspear were void of noise, quiet as a Westerosi sept. It didn’t feel right to you. There was always life during down, people going about their business and talking amongst one another. Fluttering in and out.

In fondness, you run your hand along the crafted walls that were cut off by towering pillars. Lightly scraping your nails, you could practically hear young Oberyn’s boisterous laugh.

Guards that had the misfortune of patrolling so lage are used to your nightly wanders. The older ones could easily recount you doing it since the sweet age of six. They always knew where you were going. The destination had never changed.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” A crooked grin on his face should always be mistrusted. Moving aside, Oberyn welcomes you into his room. He too was down to the bare minimum of clothing articles. Scars that each told of a story were printed on his chest. You admired for a moment the strong bridge of his naked collarbone.

Despite there being little light, you peer off to where his bed was positioned. There nestled in a thin sheet were two figures. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Never.” Reassuring you, Oberyn leads you out to his balcony that faces the dead black sea. Oberyn motions for you to take a seat in the wicker chair across from him. It had always been your seat. Like many items in the palace, the chairs had been crafted by Dorne’s finest. The cushions were made from fabric imported from Essos. No matter how long you sit on it, they never lose their softness.

While Oberyn pours the both of you a glass of wine, he tells you “When you were gone, I would come out here every night and just stare at the distant water.”

You knew your departure had been tough on your brother. It had been equally difficult for you as well. Casually taking a sip, your taste buds burst.

He shakes his head free of the past and pushes his chair next to you. It didn’t matter. The two of you were together once more.

Not even the heat could bother you now.

With Oberyn you stargaze and reminisce under the protective blanket of night. The stars in the sky could easily outnumber the population of Dorne; perhaps even Westeros.

Elia had loved nothing more than to gaze up at the bright, celestial beings. When she wasn't scolding you and calling you her “little savage”, she would hold you in her arms as she pointed out the different grouping of stars. Each had their own legends and Elia told you almost all of them. A wonderful story-teller, sometimes that wasn’t enough to stop you from acting like a hellion. The only one who could really go toe-to-toe with you was Oberyn. He had been just as wild. When he wasn't keeping you in line, Oberyn was right next to you causing endless mayhem that had your elder sibling rubbing their temples.

When you brought up your childhood antics, Oberyn laughs and reaches for your hand that was holding your wine. “Do you remember when you got this scar?” Gently Oberyn uncurls your pinky from the glass stem. Running like a river across your pink was a deep scar that was almost a decade old.

You grin. It was from when you had begged Doran to get someone to teach you how to use a sword. He refused. You had been fully prepared for this rejection. Having never been a child to easily concede defeat, you had a plan up your sleeve.

As part of your demonstration as to why you needed a teacher, you “borrowed” Oberyn’s sword and accidentally nearly sliced your entire pinky off. The pain lasted only seconds for you. Doran relented and agreed to get you a teacher. He also sent you to bed that night without any dinner and forbade anyone from giving you anything that would dull the pain in your pinky. Oberyn, loving you more than he feared his brother’s wrath, would not have you go hungry. Once Doran took his medication to put him into a deep sleep, Oberyn stole into your room and fed you.

“You always contradicted whatever command Doran gave.” Draining another glass, you’re content enough with the buzzing in your head. Your back slumped against the chair.

“Only when it came to you.”

Warm fingers brush against your naked shoulder as your robe had slid down an inch.

From the day you were born, Oberyn had spoiled you with his affection; giving you whatever your heart desired. Even now you knew if you were to ask Oberyn to bring you an enemy’s head, he would gladly hand it over on a gold platter for you.

Sadly you think for a moment how no man could every compare to your brother. It wasn’t fair.

An easy silence rolls over like a sigh. Noticing how your spirits were depleting, Oberyn silently refills your cup. After having traveled throughout Essos, the nights in Dorne still could not be beat. Especially with your brother beside you. The heat no longer bothered you, a different kind of warmth was engulfing you quickly.

When you shifted your arm up to push away a wild strand of your hair, you felt your robes loosen around your chest and the slow descent of your left sleeve off your shoulder. Wantonly your cleavage reveals itself. Long lashes cast shadows over. Oberyn’s beautifully molded lips are parted and it takes the self control of a septa to prevent yourself from kissing him.

It wasn’t right.

Not with Oberyn.

But your body craved him like he was your only salvation. What had you done in your previous life to deserve such cruel inflictions?

You had made the resolve a few years ago that you would never cross the line with Oberyn.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t toe the line and test the waters.

He understood this too and would always respect the boundaries you had set.

Bravely tucking at the edge of your robe, you show a little more of the expanse of your chest. The dip of your collar bone, running down to your breasts. His hand twitches in response with the desire to cup your tit.

You dared to look at him and the vibrant shade of want overcame his cheeks. “If you could touch me, what would you do?”

Oh. What wouldn’t he do?

Oberyn grins, aware of the games you enjoyed playing. He runs his fingers along your jawline before leaning close to your ear.

You close your eyes as he describes how he would toy with your nipples first. Squeezing them softly between his index finger and thumb before taking it into his mouth to suck gently.

You squeezed your thighs tightly together.

“And I can assure you my touches will be slow and torturous.” He nuzzles the side of your face. So close to your lips. If only you had more courage. “For if I were ever allowed to touch you, I will take my time to savor every inch.”

Thankfully he also knew when you were at your limit. Oberyn leans back into his chair, trying to dismiss his own afflictions. After a sip of wine, he is ready once more; back to his sultry, teasing ways. “And if you could touch me, what would you do?”

Cheekily smiling at him, you lower your eyes in a coy deploy and open your mouth to reply. The groggy body of one of his lovers sitting up in bed behind him made you shut up.

Having watched the abrupt drop of your face, Oberyn turns around. Only taking you seconds to cover your chest and readjust your clothes, you squint into the darkness.

“(y/n)?” Ellaria calls out in a sleep muffled voice. “Is that you?”

You breathed more easily and stood up alongside Oberyn. “Sorry for waking you. I was just about to go back to bed.” Setting down your wine glass you realised the insides of your thighs were wet.

Hastily passing by the bed and a quick kiss to Ellaria’s cheek, you bid them both a good night.

Had things gone too far? It worried you during your scurry back to the safe haven of your room. Tucked behind your door, you let yourself fall onto your bed. The racing of your heart drummed in your ears.

So close.

He had been so close to you. You could easily see the fine points of his eyelashes. Ingraining his full, heart-shaped lips into your memory.

Achingly slow, you run your hand down your neck and past your robes; descending further down until. . .

You close your eyes and moan, replaying Oberyn’s words.

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End-of-Year Commissions

The vast majority of my commissions menu is now unavailable until Spring 2025. What I have listed below will be available until December 1st, 2024.

Two slots are available.

Pictures are below the cut!

Decorative quilted pins and magnets - These are very mini quilts, approximately 1.5x1.5 inches in size, with a button sewn onto the back. On the button, I'll glue either a magnet for you to attach this to any magnet surface you fancy, or a pin backing so as to make it possible to wear the little quilts. Time to finish: 2-3 days

Pine tree wall hanging - 17x30 inches, this is a quilt that looks like a pine tree. It can be made using whatever prints, colors, or themes you can think of. Do you want a Halloween tree? I can do that. Black and white? That too. Pastels? Sure, why not? These are an excellent option if you have a large pin collection you want to show off, live in a home with pets or small children, your home has extremely limited space, or you really don't want to deal with a tree (artificial or real). I'll attach a hanging sleeve on the back for a dowel or curtain rod, but you can also use drapery clips and Command hooks to hold it up (it's what I do). I offer the option of including decorative pins as stated above, as well as hand-sewing buttons. Though, if you have buttons you want to feature on it as ornaments, I recommend you save yourself some money and hand sew them yourself. Buttons are very easy to attach! Time to finish: 7-10 days

Rag quilt - These are made using three layers of fabric, exposed seams, and very little time. I can finish a baby size, 30x30 to 40x40 inches, in 2-3 days. These function well as weighted blankets without the risk of injury weighted blankets can cause. My preference is three layers of flannel, and it's extremely warm. Two layers of fabric is also an option. As for why it's called a rag quilt, one side is smooth, the other has the exposed seams, and with every washing these seams will get fluffy and fuzzier. A rag quilt is a great option if your space is cold, like a drafty room in winter. I've living in the US Great Plains and Midwest regions, winters with where a windchill under -30F is fairly standard. One of these will keep you very warm. Time to finish: 2-10 days, depending on size

Decorative pins/magnets - these cannot be washed except by hand. Doing otherwise will result in irreversible damage. I make these using scraps, and will fussy cut some to get a specific look, like the superman and little dragon in the second picture.

2. Pine tree wall hanging - The tree on the left, in pink, blue, and purple, full of pins and buttons, is mine. I have nearly all my decorative pins on it, and made it those colors because I can. The one on the left was a commission with "tree colored" in the description...so I used a print with trees in it. The client is very happy with it, and keeps it on display all year round. I highly recommend sewing the buttons on yourself, seeing as it will save you money, and you won't have to wait longer for the quilt to arrive.

3. Rag quilt - this is the front and backing, with the front being the fluffy side. You must dry this on its own because of the fraying effect. I made the mistake of leaving a small towel in with the blanket. There is no removing all those strings. Ever. Another note, these will take more time to dry simply because of all the layers. The one I made for myself is made using quilting cotton and requires a round on hot in the dryer, hang it for about an hour, then I toss it in again. That gets it dry rather well.

If you're outside the US, or in an area within the US that deals with a lot of weather, keep that in mind. From the US to the UK, it's usually around two weeks, most of the EU two to three weeks, Brazil two months. Even ordering rush delivery will not guarantee arrival before the end of the year. The longest anything took to ship from my location was eight months, from Oregon to South Africa.

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so my current 3D printing project is this: I am making a giant lego man

not super huge, just 5x regular lego size. It'll be about eight inches tall when complete

the reasons for this are, primarily, because it’s cool, and also. I just bought legos with my own adult money for the first time, and it turns out that lego people are for some reason considerably more expensive than lego bricks. I had a whole rant about it earlier that I'm not going to retype here, but the short version is, I did not buy any lego people

but then I went on thingiverse and I found a model for a large-scale lego person! (with this remix for better arms)

and I thought, that is very cool. I am going to make a giant lego person, who can sit on top of the lego box and guard the bricks

and then, because it would take quite a while to print the whole thing, I did a miniature test print at regular lego size, which is 20% of the original file size

it took about an hour

and he is a pretty good little lego man!

His head's a little loose, but not too bad. I had to reprint the hands cause I originally oriented them stupidly and they broke immediately, but once I redid them in a smarter position, they just took a little sanding of support droopies before they fit great.

The shoulders took some effort to pop into place, but I had expected that. On the rare occasion an arm came off of a lego person when I was a kid, I remember it being extremely difficult to put it back on. Once I got the arms in place and wiggled them back and forth a few times, they moved perfectly smoothly

The legs were trickier to attach to the hips, and one of them keeps angling itself oddly, so that he stands a bit pigeon-toed. If you mess with it too much, it will fall off.

Also the hips keep springing back out of the torso, which isn't great.

Based on this, plus a couple comments on thingiverse which said several connections were not working great, I knew I might need to make some adjustments. And to know exactly how it needed to be adjusted, I needed to print it at full scale

but I didn't want to spend several days printing, only to have to make adjustments and potentially have to reprint every file

so, first, I made a connection test file

I cut the individual pieces up into just their connection points: a slice of neck from the torso, and the bottom of the head. the shoulder pin on the arm, and the shoulder hole in the torso. The hip pin and hole. the wrist, and the entire hand because it's the smallest piece and didn't make nearly as much of a difference if I printed the whole thing. Plus, it rests on the hand on the buildplate, and it would be tricky to get just the hand post to print without including the hand

the first printing attempt spaghettified

it slipped horizontally not far in, and I suspect that caused the spaghetti, when it tried to print over somewhere that should have been supported and now wasnt. Can't be sure, because nobody saw it happen. My husband called me down to stop the printer when he noticed.

this is the shoulder hole and neck post

it wasn't a total waste, however. I was able to tell from what little had printed of the neck and head that the neck hole was far too large for the post.

So, I made an adjustment to the torso file, making the neck post larger, and restarted the test print with the new version. Unfortunately, restating meant that it went into the evening rather later than I had initially planned, sparking a conversation about what times of day would be most convenient for me to print things so as to not render the living room unhospitible (no hard feelings in either direction, it's just. a loud machine. and it can get annoying to listen to)

That test print went fine, and I was able to test all the fits

conclusions:

the neck now fits perfectly

the hand post is much too small for the wrist

the hip and shoulder joints are both too snug. I was able to force them together, but they will not rotate (they also now will not separate, and the layers around the shoulder hole split when forcing the shoulder pin inside)

so, back to the modeling program to make more adjustments. The simplest of these was to thicken the arm post

for the shouder, I measured all the bits and discovered that part of the problem is that the wall of the torso around the shoulder hole was thicker than the length of the pin before the flared head

in short, the pin was not long enough to reach all the way through the hole and have the flared head pop out on the other side

so, I lengthened the pin, and also put the slit on the flared head on the top as well as the bottom, for extra squishability

For the hips, they have a different pin shape than the shoulder, so I decided to replace it with the same mushroom-shaped kind of pin the shoulder has. I also widened the hole in the leg piece slightly.

You may notice that I didn't mention testing the hip-to-torso connection, despite noting that there was an issue on my initial miniature print. This is because in order to test it, I'd need to print a large enough portion of both the hip and torso pieces that I might as well print the whole thing, so I figured it would be better to get all the other connections correct first, and then adjust that one as need be.

I did take a look at it in the modeling program, however, and discovered that when assembled, the posts in the hips and the sides of the torso attempt to be in the same location. So I trimmed the hip posts to fit.

Then I printed all the altered files in miniature again, because that's a pretty quick test print

As I had hoped, the legs clicked on much better and more sturdily, and the hips fit into the torso much more securely as well.

The hands and head no longer fit at all, but I'd figured that would be the case as well, considering their fit on my initial test and my subsequent adjustments. I'd printed four hands when reprinting them earlier, testing two slightly different positions (the difference in results was negligible), so I used the extras for the new figure. I sanded down the neck post a bit to get the head to fit, and perhaps I should have sanded a bit more but I didn't feel like it

With that promising test, I prepared a new test print file to test the fit of all the adjusted parts at full scale (save the neck, already tested, and the hip-to-torso connection, will test later as explained earlier - so, just the hip and shoulder joints, and the hand, since I didn't change the wrist and can reuse it to test the new hand)

That's printing currently. Will update when it's done.

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Here Comes the Sun

Danny Wagner X Fem OC X Josh Kiszka

This is a series that I started a long time ago on wattpad. I had planned on never finishing it but have decided to revisit it. I am using most of what I had originally written and editing a few parts as I go. The first half of this fic will be in 'OC' format, but the second half will be written in 'Y/n' format. Warnings will be chapter specific so PLEASE read them every time. Please be gentle, this is when I first started writing fics lol

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Penetrative Sex, drinking.

I looked in the mirror at the outfit I had picked out for the party that I didn't want to go to. I had chosen a simple black dress with small white floral print on it that ended mid-thigh. It was a little short for my taste, but Lucas had assured me I needed to stop being so 'prude' especially when heading to a frat party. I slipped on my favorite platform vans, they weren't extremely tall, just an inch and a half or so. My bedroom door swung open,

"You are absolutely not wearing your hair like that Rose." he said, coming over and taking down my messy bun, grabbing the curling iron. He separated my hair and started putting in loose curls.

"Why do you even want me to go to this party, you're just going to see that guy you're interested in and leave me to fend for myself." I said as I crossed my arms in the mirror. Lucas was my best friend since high school, and now we went to the same college and had gotten an apartment together.

"Ok, I will admit that I am going to see him. But I will check on you multiple times during the party I promise. Can you try and have some fun? You've been pouting about failing that midterm all day." He said, turning off the curling iron and tousling my hair slightly,

"Yeah, because I thought it was really good, I just don't understand how I failed..." I said, looking down at my fingers as they toyed with the hem of my dress.

"Your grades are so good that it won't even matter. Please just get drunk tonight and have some fun, I can be DD if you want?" He said as he walked out of the room,

"You know that never works, lets just take an uber or something." I said, grabbing a book and shoving it into my bag.

"Ok, fair point, you know I'm not the responsible one." He said as we both laughed. We got in our uber and headed to the party. We pulled up and I instantly started to get nervous, there was so many people there, and I knew chances were that I wouldn't know anyone. Lucas and I were completely different people, he walked in and everyone instantly smiled and waved, greeting him. He was always the most confident person in the room, I craved that kind of confidence.

He quickly disappeared into a sea of people. I looked around searching for a free seat or maybe someone I would know. I had no luck, there were people everywhere and the thumping of the bass was deafening. I started squeezing my way through the crowd and went up the stairs. I found a spot on the ground sitting against the railing and got out my book. I sat criss cross with my book sitting in my lap, squinting to read since it was kind of dark. Every once in a while a passerby would make a snide comment and I'd simply flip them off as they walked by. This was a regular occurrence, I never left home without a book. I had gotten through a couple of chapters, being an avid reader since I was little had made it easy to block out the background noise. I was in the middle of turning the page when I suddenly felt pain in my knee as someone tripped over me,

"Hey wat-" I started to shout, expecting them to keep walking, but I was cut off when I felt a large but gentle hand on my knee,

"I am so sorry, I didn't even see you," He said quickly, crouching down next to me. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I said as I shifted in my spot, causing him to remove his hand from my knee nervously.

"Are you...reading? At a party?" He asked with a confused smile, still crouched in front of me.

"Yes, this isn't really my scene." I said softly as I looked back down to my book. He nodded and sat next to me on the floor, his honey brown eyes looking down to my book again,

"So, what are you reading?" he was genuinely curious as far as I could tell, not trying to taunt me. He sat with his legs out in front of him, his hands clasped together in his lap as he waited for an answer. I realized quickly that I was staring at his beautiful long dark hair and sharp jawline. When I blinked out of it I realized he was looking at me expectantly,

"It's just a collection of Edgar Allen Poe poems. I have read them all before, but I just really like his work." I replied but kept my eyes on my book.

"Interesting, so why are you here if this isn't your scene?" He questioned, raising a brow

"Well, I failed my midterm and have been pouting about it all day apparently, so my roommate insisted I come have fun and get drunk tonight."

"There you are!" I heard as a thin figure made it's way up the steps. He stumbled up the last step and his drink tipped, spilling on my book as he hovered over the guy next to me. I jerked it away but it was too late and the pages were soaked. I grabbed the bottom of my dress and started frantically blotting the pages,

"Oh shit my bad," The thin guy said as I glared up at him.

"Sam, what do you need?" The guy next to you asked

"They are playing beer pong and I want to play," He said loudly,

"Beer pong sounds like a great idea, but I actually already have a partner." He said plainly,

"What who?" Sam asked, almost offended

"She's right here." He nudged me with an elbow, wiggling his eyebrows,

"What? I- me?" I asked shocked, bringing my hand to my chest,

"Yeah, you said you were supposed to get drunk and have fun. Let's make that happen." he smiled as he stood up, reaching his hand down to me. I hesitated for a moment, guys like him didn't talk to me, was this really happening? "You coming?" That gentle voice repeated. I snapped out of it and took his hand, standing up and straightening out my dress.

"I guess I will just find another partner then." Sam mumbled as he walked off. We made our way downstairs and I followed his broad shoulders through the crowd. It occurred to me that I didn't even know his name. We got to the table, the man whose name I had gathered as Sam standing at the other side with a girl I didn't recognize.

"This should be easy, Sam is already drunk" He whispered in my ear with a grin, I giggled and nodded my head, my cheeks warming at his proximity.

"Danny, you go first." Sam said. So Danny was his name. Danny, I thought as I glanced over at him, biting his bottom lip as he concentrated on throwing the ball to the other side of table. I was staring again as my eyes lingered on his every move. I was drawn from my thoughts as Sam burst into laughter when Danny missed his shot. We continued the game until Sam could barely stand and the rest of us were very intoxicated as well. Danny turned to me as Sam walked off, his face flushed and his eyes red.

"You want to go get some fresh air?" He asked, leaning down so I could hear him. He was much taller than me, his hair brushing your shoulder as he spoke. I nodded and was surprised when he grabbed my hand and began leading me through the house. For whatever reason, I let it happen and walked behind him.

"Danny!" I heard someone shout, he turned to look, "Sammy is puking in the sink again!"

"Ugh," Danny groaned, "I'll be right back." He said as he walked off towards the bathroom. Suddenly alone in a crowd of people I started to feel very overwhelmed, so I tried to make my way outside. There were people crowded outside on the deck as well, I tried to walk past to get to a more open space. The alcohol in my system was starting to make me feel hot, and I needed air. I attempted to shuffled past people who were sitting down when I lost my balance and fell back into someone's lap. My eyes got wide and I looked to their face,

"I am so sorry" I slurred, but was met with dusty blonde curls and a toothy smile,

"No worries, I'd never complain about a beautiful woman literally falling into my lap" He said smoothly, I blushed and tried to stand but fell right back into his lap. "Are you ok?" He asked sweetly,

"Yeah, I just think I drank too much" I giggled, "I'm a lightweight"

"Ah, well here you go, drink some of this," He said as he handed me a water bottle. I took it and started to drink. I turned back to look at him and stared at him shamelessly, watching his adams apple bob as he swallowed his beer,

"You are so pretty." I said abruptly, liquid courage betraying me. You'd never openly compliment a person as pretty as him that boldly sober. His cheeks turned a shade of pink as he grinned at me,

"You think so?" He asked as he put his hand on my thigh. My eyes looked over his face, landing on his lips as I simply nodded. They were glossy from him licking over them after swallowing his beer. "What is your name?"

"Rose," I replied, eyes flickering back to his,

"Rose," He paused, leaning forward to my ear, "Would you like to go somewhere that I can, get to know you better" I knew what he was suggesting and I was just tipsy enough at this point to say yes. It had been a while and this was perfect, a no strings attached one night stand. I wasn't interested in being with anyone seeing as I wanted to focus on school. I nodded as I stood up, swaying a bit but feeling sober enough to be confident in my decision. He stood up and once again, a handsome man was taking my hand and leading me through a crowd. We came to the bathroom downstairs and knocked,

"Occupied!" I heard a familiar voice say, but I couldn't place it. I then followed him upstairs, we got to another bathroom and I followed him inside. As soon as I closed the door and turned around my back was pressed against it, his body pressed to mine. He started kissing at my neck and then pulled away,

"Is this ok?" He asked, his hands on my hips as his eyes scanned my face,

"Yes," I said as I reached behind his neck and pulled his lips to mine, my tongue slipping into his mouth and his into mine. The kisses were sloppy and full of lust. They traveled down my neck as his hands slid under my dress, gripping my ass. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second as he sucked at that spot right below my ear. I rubbed my thighs together trying to get any kind of friction I could. He noticed and moved his hand from my ass to the front of my panties. With his body flush against mine I could feel his hard-on pressing into my thigh.

He looked to me to once again get permission, I nodded breathlessly as he slid his hand down my abdomen, slipping under my panties until he got to my clit. He rubbed slow circles, causing me to moan quietly, not wanting people outside to hear me. He bit his bottom lip as he watched me crumble under his touch. He slid his fingers through my slit, spreading my wetness with a smirk on his face,

"Are you ready for me?" He whispered as he nibbled on my ear, his hand still working at my throbbing clit.

"Yes, yes please." I whined. He stepped back and pulled a condom out of his wallet before dropping his pants, his hard cock springing free. He slipped the condom on and walked back over to me, pulling me back into a series of kisses. We moved to where my back as against the sink, but he grabbed my hips, flipping me around. My ass was pressed against his hips, his erection rutting against me as I leaned forward over the sink. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up to my waist, pulling my panties down and letting them fall down my legs to the ground. He wrapped his hand around his length, tapping it against my core as a soft grunt left his mouth. I reached around and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with my entrance,

"Impatient are we?" He asked in a gravely voice, but you could see his smirk in the mirror.

"Yes, just fuck me already" I pleaded, causing him to huff a laugh. He finally pressed into me, starting his movements off slow. I moaned, head falling forward at the glorious stretch I was feeling. He stayed slow for only a moment, then he was speeding up until he was slamming into me. I was sure I'd have bruises on my thighs from the counter, but I didn't mind. I gripped the edge of the marble countertop, knuckles turning white as I got closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. The soft grunts and quiet moans leaving his lips mixed with mine, filling the room. Even the noises he made were pretty, I thought to myself. I felt the knot in my stomach forming, so I reached down to touch myself but he grabbed my hand and stopped me, replacing it with his hand.

That was all it took, my moans grew louder as I came around him. His thrust grew sloppy, telling me he was probably close. He then pressed deep into me, his fingertips digging into my hips as I felt him twitch inside me.

After coming down from his high he stepped back, taking the condom off before tying it and tossing it in the trash. I reached down and pulled my panties back up and straightened out my dress, smoothing out my disheveled hair in the mirror.

I was suddenly feeling painfully sober, and feeling more shy and timid. Neither of us spoke as we had both got dressed and caught our breath.

"Would you like to join me for the rest of the party?" he asked, opening the door and motioning back downstairs,

"I actually think I'm heading out," I said, bashfully putting my hair behind my ear.

"Alright, well it was really, really nice to meet you Rose." He said with a wink, kissing my cheek before taking off down the stairs. I blushed as I pressed my fingers where he had kissed my cheek, I couldn't believe I had just done that.

"Rose Cameron." I turned on my heels to see Lucas standing in the hallway, "What on earth were you doing in that bathroom?" He smiled knowingly as he raised a brow.

"You told me you wanted me to have fun," I laughed, as I sauntered over to him.

"I'm so proud of you! You little slut, you." He said as he nudged me. I punched his shoulder as we walked down the stairs,

"Oh shut up, are you ready to leave or not?" I asked

"Yeah, I've been looking for you. I already got an uber, it's almost here." He replied.

"Alright, lets head outside." I said as we walked through the crowd. We stepped out the door and I could see a few cars parked in the road with lights on. Lucas pointed out the one that was for us, and we started walking towards it when I heard that same familiar voice,

"There you are, leaving already?" I halted to see Danny standing next to a car, Sam sitting in the passenger seat with the door open.

"I am actually, my friend is ready to leave." I said, "It was great meeting you though Danny," I started to walk away,

"Wait," He said turning and digging in his car. I saw him open a sharpie and start writing on something, "Here, call me?" he jogged over and handed me a piece of wood.

"Did you just give me your number on a drumstick?" I asked as I held it up, grinning.

"I didn't have any paper," He shrugged, laughing softly, "And I have plenty of those"

"You're a drummer I assume?"

"You'd assume correctly," He said as he rubbed the back of his neck,

"You any good?" I asked in a teasing tone,

"I'm alright" He shrugged, a half grin on his face

"He's fucking amazing don't let him lie to you!" Sam yelled from the other side of the car, coaxing a roll of his eyes and laugh from Danny.

"Well, I have to get going," I said as I motioned to Lucas who was yelling at me to hurry from the uber. I started to walk towards the car,

"Wait! Whats your name?" He shouted as I got into the car,

"Rose!" I shouted back

"Have a good night, Rose," He shouted with a smile and wave.

[noriaki-kak]

Another question 👀 (if that’s ok I don’t wanna bother you) but would you be willing to post any writing pieces you made of the Braithen kids,,,,it’s ok if u can’t !! It’s totally fine!!

Here’s some paw prints of my dog 🐾 as compensation idk,,,

OOH! Doggy... thank u for this offering! I wish I had more writing to share, but tbh I have a lot less written abt the Braithen kids than I'd like. Wrangling my ability to write is always a whole thing so a lot of stuff I do have is unfinished or so context dependent it's hard to tell what's goin on.

I do have one thing I can share though! I waffled on posting it because it takes place towards the latter half of Penelope's story and a LOT happens that I haven't covered yet. But I wanted to share it so I'll try and give a bit of context under the cut before the actual Thing itself!

SO, I think @dapper-comedy has mentioned some of this but just to be sure. After Leo is cursed and his father dies, the kingdom is left without a ruler. Penelope steps up and makes a bid for the crown, successfully taking the throne with support from the church and Leo's mother.

However, the decision to make this move wasn't entirely made by herself. An angel appears before her and basically tells her she's been chosen by god and given a sacred mission to save Braithen from demonic influence. He tells her that Leo is a lost cause and the only way to free him from his pain is to end him.

He's absolutely selling her a load of bullshit, making stuff up wholesale, manipulating her for his own agenda. He also goes a lot softer on the sell when they first meet, encouraging her to take the crown, hiding the more intense stuff (i.e. "saving" Leo), and kind of telling her everything she's ever wanted to hear.

She hated her father, but she also felt intense guilt near constantly for not being the model daughter she was supposed to be. Her desire for more out of life makes her feel like she's doing something wrong.

So this angel showing up, telling her god is real and approves of her, that she should grasp power and use it to make meaningful change, that she's allowed to want more out of life than being a good wife. It gets to her. Especially being in a vulnerable state after her confrontation with Leo, seeking meaning and concrete direction.

Over the years he acts as her "guardian" angel, appearing around her and offering counsel. He starts to let the act slip as time wears on and Penelope finds herself too deep in and too weary to take note or care.

This scene is one of the worst moments of Penelope's life. I believe Thea has spoken before about how Caspian tried to end things in a church after his demonic heritage is revealed to him, before his dad swoops in and takes him to live in hell instead.

This is the aftermath of that, with Penelope not knowing where Caspian is aside from the note he left behind. (Sorry girl, going through my half finished writing and so much of it is Penelope rlly goin thru it. Promise I'll write you into some kinder scenes soon queen.) So! Without further ado.

Penelope bursts through the doors of the church for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. She stumbles, rain soaked and bedraggled, down the aisle and collapses to the ground right before the last row of pews.

It wouldn’t be long before news spread. She had acted as was her way when she found the note, swallowing her feelings and drowning herself in practicality. Simple orders to find him had already been passed to any guard stationed in the area.

All night she searched, scouring every inch of the church inside and out. At first the lack of a body had given her a torturous hope, but as the horizon begins to faintly glow, the glorious light rips it from her.

She had to find him, she could find him. She would apologize for not being there. For closing herself off with Giselle’s passing, with the duties of the crown, with Leo’s sin.

Her fingers are numb as she gropes at her pocket, she can’t bring herself to actually reach inside, to touch the paper. The feel of the crumpled note through the damp fabric of her dress forces her to remain in reality, the words flooding her mind.

She would tell him it wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t a demon. He wasn’t, he could never be. She was at fault, all of this, everything… She would tell him, she would tell him-

She would find him somewhere crying. And he would wipe his tears when he saw her and smile sheepishly and pretend his eyes weren’t red. 

And she would pretend the same, or no…

She would cry and hug him, she could put off her duties tomorrow, they could have lunch. Maybe they could go out and pick blackberries, and the taste would remind them of Giselle. She would talk to him about her.

She would find him, she would, someone would. They would bring him to her, there wasn’t a body, that means he must, he must-

“What sort of wretched way must he have left this earth to not even leave a body? Perhaps his note speaks true, perhaps his corpse fell to ash in this holy place.” He speaks with a well practiced gentle pity. It’s not as if she ever feels his presence truly leave, but he had been utterly silent up to this point, and hearing him makes her freeze.

His words gall her, a disgusting fury wrenches at her bones.

“Please...” She wants to command him to be silent but her voice is hoarse and feeble. Shaky exhaustion ruins her strength, her pride. She gasps for air and tries again.

“Please do not speak of what you do not know.” It’s nothing, her words are paper thin. In this moment she is ruler of nothing, fallen to the floor. Frail and idiotic, and beholden to everything she hates.

“Does it not ease the pain? If he was indeed stained by the demonic, you’ve been spared from saving him.” She cannot see him, but she feels him close. “He was a good man, to rid the world of another demon for you.”

White hot fury flashes in her, she crosses her arms and grips at her shoulders, clawing at herself. She crumples forward, fighting the rage, the tears. She presses her forehead against the stone floor, her face contorted in a mask of agony.

The first dry sob wracks her body, ugly and stifled. Her throat is so tight, she sounds like an animal in pain.

“T-Take me. Send me to hell, please.” It is unlike her, she pleads like a child, honest in a way she hasn’t been in years.

“If everyone I love will be taken this way, send me too.” She begs foolishly, eyes screwed shut. Any pain would be better than this, an eternity burning would mercifully kill her mind.

“And what of Leonidas?” The name makes her grit her teeth and claw deeper into her shoulders.

“You would leave him in this world alone?” She lifts her head and he’s before her now. Through blurry vision she’s certain he looks more and more sickly every day.

She lurches forward and grips his arm with a desperate strength, digging into his flesh. He doesn’t flinch.

“Help me find Caspian, guide me to him.” She croaks out. A nausea rises in her, she desperately redirects the conversation. She’s so tired of him, she knows he has answers. Why can’t he just help like he used to-

“I swear to God I speak the truth when I say your friend no longer resides in this world.” His face is blank, and yet she knows he isn’t lying. This isn’t usually how he twists his words, this is a blunt hammer.

Something freezes in her, her eyes are bugged and glassy as she looks at her surroundings, as if suddenly lost. It’s like something is broken. She releases his arm and her hands fall limply to her sides. She wishes the church would collapse on top of her.

“Leave me.” There’s barely enough air in her sore lungs to form the words. “Leave me now, or kill me.”

There’s no response, when she blinks he is gone.

She is drenched in the silence, and her eyes search the cavernous cathedral from where she sits in a solitary delirium. The early morning glow alights upon the stained glass windows, and filters through warmly.

The glass eyes of the depicted figures bore into her, silent judges in her every failure and transgression. She fumbles in her pocket and pulls out the damp crumpled note. She doesn’t dare to unfurl it, or read it again, instead she presses it firm against her heart.

On the left she thinks.

Her far away eyes cast themselves upwards towards the vaulted ceilings, this prison she was born into, the prison she chose. Or did she really choose? No, this is her fault, she…

She thinks about the last time she saw Caspian, the empty look in his eyes that she ran from, and the dam breaks. 

It is an ugly and angry sound that rips through her, it would be generous to call it a sob. The tears run hot from her eyes as she curls in on herself.

The thoughts she desperately locks away spill forth in a deluge. What was the point of any of it? What has the false strength she built herself been for? What is the power she’s grasped for if she can’t use it to protect the ones she holds dearest… held dearest.

She is alone, and a hideous selfish fury washes over her. A desperate childish rage at Caspian for leaving her here alone. The feeling only fuels her self-castigation, he apologized so profusely in his note, so convinced he had done some wrong- 

She had always been the problem, not him. Sweet Caspian, kind sweet Caspian, heart so full and trusting. She can’t imagine life without him by her side, how was she supposed to…?

Memories of him pour over her. The frozen grief she stifled over Giselle’s death joins, and her rage breaks as warm thoughts of Leo intermingle. Every moment is like a new knife, loss, and loss, and loss, after loss.

How much more could she stand to lose? How much more can she fail those around her?

She crumples like the note in her hand as her grip grows tighter, and her mind goes blank with despair. Her weak sobs sound in the quiet cathedral, echoing off the intricate stonework. She cries in a way she hasn’t in years, snot pouring from her nose, body hunched and trembling. 

Her heart breaks, for the third and final time. So she mourns loudly, knowing that once the sun is risen, she will have nothing left to give.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I have only one pair of pants that fit me comfortably. All the others are just leggings. Wearing leggings daily us bad because bits need to breathe. Sewing my own clothes will be a very slow process involving many fuck ups because when I learn new things I'm unfamiliar with, I need in-person lessons.

Yay for learning disabilities. Yeah, it's fucking embarrassing.

Videos don't help. I have audio processing disorder, and it results in hearing something like Simlish (the language Sims speak) with the occasional word I understand. Taking notes would help if writing by hand didn't cause me excruciating pain that requires I wear a brace for several days thereafter.

Buuuut there's nowhere I can take lessons here. I have looked. The local uni offers sewing classes, but it's expensive, a dull fucking semester, and I can't just show up as anything but a student. That's simply not an option. At all.

Is there anyone here in western Oregon, about two hours south of Portland, will to teach me how to sew my own clothes? I can't make heads or tails of the patterns I bought. I just wanna learn how to make my own pants and shorts. Finding clothes that fit me and in colors/designs I favor is impossible.

I'm very pear-shaped. Even when I was just 100 lbs, I was pear-shaped. For the confused, I'm smaller on top and larger on the bottom, like a pear. 36 inch bust, 34 inch waist, 41 inch hips. When I was 100 lbs, it was 34-25-38. Finding pants that I can pull over my hips but not have a big gap around my waist was impossible. Elastic waistbands was necessary if I don't wanna wear suspenders. Belts are annoying because they make the fabric bunch up and feel weird.

Plus, I'm short. 5'2" short. Pants tend to cover my feet and the crotch is often very low.

Women's shorts are often too short. I like what's called Bermuda shorts. They come to about knee length. But the Bermuda style shorts I find in stores end up being Capri length, sitting between ankles and knees on me. Because I am short. Too many are made of denim, which I cannot tolerate. That material causes chaffing in places it shouldn't, and feels like rough canvas.

I like my pants and shorts to be wide leg. Not boot cut! When I'm standing, thr pants can be mistaken for a skirt. Yeah, that fucking loose when I was in high school, finding wide leg pants was no problem. In fact, they were the only denim pants I could tolerate. My favorite pair had legs wide enough for my enter body to fit in. Nowadays, the closest is boot cut, which is just slightly narrower than bell bottoms. They are horrible, and a level if uncomfortable I don't have words for.

I wanna make my shorts and pants with fabric I like. Hawaiian print, colors that would put Lisa Frank to shame, paisley, leopard print, seasonal prints like Halloween, random quilted patches on otherwise dull fabric. Just go fucking wild. All of those made without polyester!!!!

I'm a quilter. The only stitch I'm familiar with is the standard straight stitch. I don't know how to adjust the tension on my machine because I've never had to. The clothing patterns are a foreign language I can't fucking comprehend. If you're willing to teach me, I'll make a quilted thing for you in exchange. You can see my work on my art blog @creations-by-chaosfay and a link to my website is at the top of my page. I'm a quick learner, and it may take just three or four lessons. Send me an ask if you're willing to make the trip. Again, just a couple hours south of Portland and about an hour from the coast. Thank you!!!

[cricutguide]

How to Use Cricut Mini Press: Beginners Tutorial

Have you added the latest heat press machine in the Cricut family to your crafting collection? Are you wondering how to use Cricut Mini Press to make iron-on projects? If the answer is yes, then you have reached the right place. I even bought this Cricut machine some time back, and I love it. This is the most amazing tool I have got in quite some time.

Cricut Mini Press is not the real name of this machine. Its actual name is Cricut Easy Press Mini. However, among its users, it is famous for its Mini Press name. As the name suggests, it is a compact machine that easily fits in your hand, and you can carry it around in your bag. So, learn a little more about this Cricut heat press machine.

About Cricut EasyPress Mini

Before you learn how to use Cricut Mini Press, you should first learn about the machine.

Key Features

It comes with a protective base, so you don’t have to worry about something getting burned while the machine is on.

There is a button in the machine designed to control its heat level. When you start it to prepare, an orange light lits up, and when the machine is ready to work, the light turns green.

This machine has an auto shutdown feature. If you are worried that you might forget to turn off the machine, you don’t have to worry about it. If you leave the machine on and don’t use it for 13 minutes, it will automatically shut itself off.

Dimensions

If we talk about the dimensions of the machine, the heat plate of the machine is 3.25 inches long and 1.9 inches wide.

The maximum size of the design is recommended to be 4 x 3.5 inches. The other size you can use on the machine should be 1.7 x 5.25 inches.

The height of the machine is 4 inches. Now you can understand how small it is, and you can take it wherever you want and use it however you want.

How to Use Cricut Mini Press: 4 Simple Steps

Before you start working on the machine, you should know the procedure that you have to follow. So, these are the things you have to do before you start working.

Step 1: Heating the Cricut EasyPress Mini

First, you have to plug the machine into a wall outlet. Then press the power button and turn the machine on.

Then, leave the machine in heating mode. It will continue to heat until it reaches its desired temperature. Although it is a small machine, it gets heated very quickly. Therefore, you should not use anything other than the machine to heat it while it is on.

Step 2: Select Your Material

You can set the machine to a low, medium, or high temperature according to your use.

Then, you must select the iron-on vinyl on your machine along with the base material and tap on apply.

Step 3: Set the Time and Temperature

There is no timer on the machine to set how long you have to keep heating the material. So, you have to check the time yourself. Always check the time before you start heating and determine how long you need to heat for. You have to stop it when the time is up.

Step 4: Moving the EasyPress

When you are using the machine, you will need to be careful about its speed. You should not apply too much pressure. At the same time, you do not have to run the machine too fast or too slow. These things can cause marks or lines on the material. You have to run it at normal speed, as you would on a computer mouse or electric iron.

How to Use Cricut Mini Press to Print on a T-Shirt?

Now, you have all the information you need to use Cricut EasyPress Mini. Now, you can work on your iron-on projects. To work on a project, you should be doing the following steps:

To begin a project, you must first go to the Design Space app and choose a design.

After you select the design, customize its size and shape as you want. You can also create a design or upload it on the Cricut app.

Once your design is ready to cut, you will need to cut the design into an iron-on vinyl with the help of a machine.

When your design is ready after cutting, you have to prepare the machine for heat transfer. Set the heat temperature and wait for the machine to heat up. When the green light is up, the machine is ready for heat transfer.

Now, put the design on the t-shirt with the help of a mat and apply the heat with the machine.

After that, wait until the design cools down. This is very important. If you try to peel the protective sheet without letting it cool, the material might come off the fabric, and all your work will be ruined.

In the last step, your t-shirt design is done.

Conclusion

In conclusion, I would say learning how to use Cricut Mini Press is not difficult. After reading the blog, you will feel the same. In this post, you learned about the machine from the beginning. I also wrote about the important things to keep in mind while using the Cricut machine. When you have all the essential info, you can proceed to work on your iron-on projects and create beautiful designs on your clothes with the help of this Cricut EasyPress Mini machine.

FAQs

What Can I Do with a Cricut EasyPress Mini?

With the Cricut EasyPress machine, you can create beautiful designs on shirts, coasters, bags, hats, caps, and so much more. This heat transfer tool is used to adhere a final cut from a Cricut cutting machine onto your desired items. You can use materials like heat transfer paper, iron-on/heat transfer vinyl, and infusible ink sheets and pens with this heat press machine.

Do I Need Cricut Design Space to Use Cricut EasyPress Mini?

Cricut Design Space is very important when working on any Cricut project. For example, while the EasyPress machine transfers the design to an item, you need the Cricut Design app to cut the material on a Cricut machine. You may also need it to adjust the heat on the Cricut EasyPress Mini according to your requirements.

How Long Do I Have to Apply Heat on a Shirt?

The duration of time you need to apply heat for a transfer depends on several factors. It depends on the type of material you are using. Harder materials will take longer, whereas smoother materials will take less time. The duration also depends on the type of shirt. A dark shirt may take as long as 90 seconds, while a light shirt will only take about 45 seconds.

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Creating a Fragrant Temporary Tattoo: A DIY Guide Table of Content. 1. How to Create a Temporary Tattoo with Perfume 2. DIY Temporary Tattoos with Fragrance 3. Making a Temporary Tattoo with Scented Perfume 4. Simple Steps to Make a Temporary Tattoo Using Perfume 5. Perfume as Ink: Temporary Tattoo Tutorial How To Make A Temporary Tattoo With Perfume Temporary tattoos are a fun way to experiment with body art without the commitment of a permanent tattoo. There are various ways to create temporary tattoos, and one of the most unexpected methods is by using perfume. This article will guide you on how to make a temporary tattoo with perfume, including the materials needed and the step-by-step process. Materials Needed - Perfume: Choose a perfume with a high alcohol content. The higher the alcohol content, the better the ink will stick to the skin. Avoid using oil-based perfumes as they do not work well with this method. - Cotton balls or pads: Use these to apply the perfume to the skin. - Stencil or design: You can either draw your design freehand or use a stencil. You can create a stencil by printing out a design on paper and cutting it out. - Petroleum jelly: Use this to create a barrier around the design to prevent the perfume from spreading. - Hairspray: This will help set the tattoo and make it last longer. Step-by-Step Process Step 1: Clean and prepare the skin Before applying the perfume, make sure that the skin is clean and dry. Use a gentle soap to wash the area where you want to place the tattoo. Dry the skin thoroughly with a towel. Step 2: Apply petroleum jelly around the design Apply petroleum jelly around the design to create a barrier that will prevent the perfume from spreading. This step is crucial as it will ensure that the tattoo stays in place and doesn't smudge. Step 3: Apply perfume to the cotton pad Pour some perfume onto a cotton ball or pad. Make sure that it is enough to cover the entire design. Step 4: Apply the perfume to the design Gently dab the cotton ball or pad onto the design. Make sure that the perfume covers the entire design. Be careful not to apply too much pressure as this can cause the perfume to bleed. Step 5: Remove the stencil or design If you used a stencil, carefully remove it from the skin. If you drew the design freehand, wait for the perfume to dry before proceeding to the next step. Step 6: Set the tattoo with hairspray Spray some hairspray onto the tattoo to set it and make it last longer. Hold the can about six inches away from the skin and spray evenly over the tattoo. Wait for the hairspray to dry before touching the tattoo. FAQs Q: How long will the temporary tattoo last? A: The temporary tattoo can last for about a day or two, depending on how well you take care of it. Avoid rubbing or scratching the tattoo as this can cause it to fade faster. Also, avoid applying lotion or oil to the tattoo as this can cause it to smudge. Q: Can I use any perfume to make a temporary tattoo? A: No, not all perfumes work well with this method. Choose a perfume with a high alcohol content and avoid using oil-based perfumes as they do not work well with this method. Q: Is it safe to make a temporary tattoo with perfume? A: Yes, it is safe to make a temporary tattoo with perfume as long as you are not allergic to any of the ingredients in the perfume. It is always a good idea to do a patch test before applying the perfume to a larger area of the skin. Q: Can I use a hairdryer to dry the perfume? A: No, do not use a hairdryer to dry the perfume as it can cause the perfume to evaporate too quickly and not absorb into the skin properly. Allow the perfume to air dry naturally. Q: Can I remove the temporary tattoo easily? A: Yes, the temporary tattoo can be removed easily with soap and water or with a gentle makeup remover. -------------------- Related Queries 1. What are some other household items that can be used to make temporary tattoos? 2. Can you make a temporary tattoo with essential oils instead of perfume?

3. How long does a temporary tattoo made with perfume last? 4. Are there any safety concerns when making temporary tattoos with perfume? 5. Can you use any type of perfume to make a temporary tattoo or are there specific types that work better?

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Tips And Tricks For Repairing Your Vehicle

It is time for you to get serious about car repair so that you're not getting into situations you don't want to be in. You may want to learn more about what you can do personally or know how to find a good auto repair shop better. Whatever the case may be, it's time to get started.

Check the tread on your tires regularly to make sure they are safe. Tires with less than one-quarter of an inch of tread probably need to be replaced. Also, be aware of any bulges or cuts on the surface of your tires, as this may indicate a weak area that could blow out and cause an accident while driving.

You can buy tire repair kit online at SARV 

When searching for an auto repair shop, you should choose one that specializes in your vehicle brand. While there are many trustworthy shops in your area, going with one specializing in your car makes it more likely that the technician knows what they are doing. They will also have many parts needed for your car.

Independent garages and mechanics are usually much cheaper than dealerships. You might get a discount at your dealership if you purchased your car recently but do not make a habit of going to your dealership if they are too expensive. Find out about local independent garages with a good reputation instead.

Keep well-organized records on your car. When seeing a mechanic, you should have readily available records of everything regarding maintaining your car. Well-organized records can help them diagnose an issue correctly the first time. Unorganized records may lead to repeat repairs and waste money and time.

Make sure your auto technician is qualified to work on your specific car. Motor vehicles are complex machines, and each brand has unique characteristics. Some brands require special tools, parts, and procedures. Many standard auto technicians either lack these items or need to have them readily available. Without these items, they can't fix your vehicle.

Always keep some tail light tape around. You could get pulled over and get a ticket for a broken tail light. You should remove the light from your vehicle, replace the light bulb if needed, and wrap the whole light in tape. This is a temporary fix, but it is better than driving with a broken light.

Before giving your car to a shop, ask them about their fees. Many places will put rates in the fine print, so you need to read over any paperwork carefully. This will give you a better idea of what you will be billed. Shops also often give you estimated repair costs and times. According to this manual, a minor repair may take a long time, even all day.

Keep a basic repair kit in your car trunk at all times. A simple kit consisting of wrenches, jumper cables, screws, and a jack can be a lifesaver if your car breaks down on the road. This will allow you to make minor repairs on the spot, saving you the cost of an expensive tow truck.

Listen for any strange noises that your car may be making. These may be popping sounds, knocks, squeals, or something else. They are symptoms of some issue that needs auto repair. Keep a log of when you hear them, and note the driving you were doing when they occurred. It will help the auto shop diagnose the issue properly.

If you have never done auto repair on your own, you should stick with small jobs and do lots of homework to learn how to do larger jobs. Start taking your car apart only if you know how to put it back together. Before starting any car repair job, be sure you have all the necessary parts and tools and know exactly what you need to do to complete the job from start to finish.

It can't be stressed enough, but you must keep up with your car's routine maintenance. That means changing the oil when scheduled, checking fluids like coolant, and checking the braking system. This can keep repair bills down. In addition, not following regular maintenance on a car can void the manufacturer's warranty.

Be responsible when performing DIY auto repairs. Every item you might replace or repair on a vehicle is environmentally unfriendly. Take care to dispose of liquids such as motor oil and coolant properly. Take used parts to your local junk yard or recycling centre. Don't toss plastic bottles about the landscape. If you are still determining where to dispose of these items, check with your local waste disposal agency or an automotive supply store.

Do you know more about what to do now when you're facing a problem with your vehicle? Do not panic! Instead, focus on finding the right solution based on the tips in this article. You will find out that you will be successful.

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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

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Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard