#chek’s post

[thattheater-kid]

If I had a nickel for every time I was on my period while receiving horrifically devastating news about one of my comfort streamers, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

[verycrowindeed]

Go read Skandar end the Unicorn Thief. Now

[twiniverse]

Will there be a flashback episode, of Rose telling everyone she's pregnant?

Maybe.

[mslanna]

i'm completely normal about this guy

completely

normal

oh my

[shapeshivvter]

Send help I'm giggling at it AGAIN

Wallet and etsy

(Edit: used my wizard powers to find the original artist (took 2 minutes out of my day to reverse image search))

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Harley: Okay, girls, fuck, marry, kill: Clayface, Riddler and Deathstroke.

Ivvy: That's easy. I'll kill Riddler. Then he will finally shut the fuck up.

Harley: And?

Ivvy: Oh. Yeah. Sure. I'll marry Clayface cause he is a darling and... fuck Deathstroke I suppose? It could be fun, not as fun as slowly and painfully killing Nygma, but fun enough, I guess.

Harley: Yer turn, Kitty.

Selina: I would definitivaly fuck Clayface, I'm very curious over how his powers would work in bed. I suppose I would marry Eddie, maybe then he would stop stealing my clothes. And I would kill Slade, it's only logical, nothing between us could ever work as I'm cleary not a teen and that appears to be his type.

Harley: Holly good choice, Kitty, that was brutal.

Ivvy: Wait wait wait Slade does what now?

Selina: Yeah, he had a thing with a fifteen year old! It's very disgusting. I would seriusly kill him if I had the ability to.

Ivvy: Damit. I really wanted to kill Riddler. Guess I'm changing my answer to kill Deathstroke and just fuck with Nygma.

Harley: Red, I think ya mean ya would fuck Ed?

Ivvy: I know what I meant.

[patronsaint-prometheus]

Oh, darling please. You know I’m just a snarling beast…

[scholarhect]

insane how thos moser doesn’t have lyrics on spotify. it’s literally thos moser

[bleedeverywhere]

YOU KNOW I GOTTA ASK ABT MARK NOW.

🥞✏️🏊‍♂️☁️

OH YOU KILL ME BOY . YOU GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO BE ANNOYING ON MAIN . I LOVE YOU !

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast ?

HM . this one’s a hard one because mark isn’t really a Breakfast Guy . he doesn’t really eat breakfast unless someone explicitly makes it for him . so in that case id say probably any type of eggs paired with black coffee . he just likes eggs in general so ill go with that . if either red or chek made him eggs in the morning he would be eternally grateful because it’s a meal from either his best friend or boyfriend . a win all around .

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them ?

there are a LOT of answers i could give to this so ill give the two that live in my brain the most . of course they’re lyrics because im simply a faggot .

the first one that i think of the most in relation to one of the bigger parts of his story . is this lyric from tomahawk’s harelip:

“i was awake through all the surgery / you sewed me up but it will never heal”

there are a lot of concepts in this song that would take me a millennia to go into in one post . but i digress . to put things simply: mark is dead . he is a walking talking corpse essentially . brought back to life by satan to serve as one of his henchmen . for me this line is basically making reference to what happened to him BEFORE he came back . chopped to bits and autopsied by satan and the rest of the stygian council . this served as a sort of “ initiation “ . and these pretty brutal scars survived through his resurrection .

the second one , however , is me being a bit of a faggot . this song is funny to reference in terms of mark ( as you’d have to take the metaphors . incredibly literally . he is quite literally Falling To Pieces … by faith no more )

“ my life is falling to pieces / somebody put me together “

this entire song i could ALSO go on about for hours . but ill restrict my rambling to this one line . mark is quite literally falling to pieces . constantly . sometimes his arm falls off because his stitches are too loose . sometimes his stomach splits open . sometimes his leg falls off . you get the point . the “ somebody “ in this line essentially refers to his boyfriend chekhov . it’s a cute and silly concept to me . your boyfriend’s crappily frankensteined together by satan and you constantly have to put him back together when he falls apart . works metaphorically and literally .

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim ? or are they afraid of water ? how well do they swim ? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean ?

OH HE LOVES SWIMMING QUITE A BIT . somehow this rabbit can swim and enjoys it greatly . he swims incredibly well — basically he can tread on water for a solid twenty minutes without getting even an ounce of exhausted . he , however , doesn’t like to swim in the ocean . the great unknown et cetera .

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

AH YES . THIS IS GOOD . one cute thing that i think about in terms of mark is he absolutely fucking loves miffy . he has an unreasonable amount of miffy stuffed toys and this is his guiltiest pleasure . you open his closet they all fall out . only his closest loved ones know about this . a miffy is also a great present to give him — he will just only be grateful for it in private .

[haldanare]

Its always so funny looking at the bands performing at Eurovision knowing none of the instruments are live

[bellflower-goat]

!

[kideternity]

Hiiii it’s your friendly neighbourhood Ant 🐜! As mentioned in the tags of my most recent rb bump of my comms post, I was denied social service/disability allowance from the government, so I’ve decided to open a kofi account to hopefully help with my financial situation. The about of my new kofi has some more details on why I chose to open it- you’re free to commission artwork from me there or leave a one off donation. Thank you for reading!

Kofi: ko-fi.com/kingofants

[comfortstars]

ooooo should I also post video edits here. would anyone be interested in that

[kataang-dungeon]

It's....Oh fff--IT'S COMING!

Smut Weekend will return November 2nd-4th this year.

What?

Smut Weekend. An 18+ event celebrating adult kataang and their sexy post-ATLA shenanigans.

When?

November 2nd-4th, 2024.

What are the prompts?

November 2nd: In the Dark**

November 3rd: All Natural

November 4th: Experimentation

**Note: This is an overlap day with the Kataang Halloween event! Feel free to use any of their spooky prompts and add some spice. Check out Kataang Halloween here: https://www.tumblr.com/kataang-week/760252911548874752/trick-or-treat-kataangers?source=share

What kind of content can I make?

Whatever you're into! Could be art, fic, edits, meta, anything! Just be sure to keep in mind tumblr's nsfw policies and try to leave the sexy stuff under a cut or censor visuals where it's necessary. We don't want your brilliant hard work kept from being shared!

How explicit does it have to be?

If you're more of a fade-to-black or lime-over-lemon kind of person, we want you here, too! Any level of Kataang spice, shown or implied, is more than welcome.

What about too explicit?

There's very little we won't reblog. But if unsure, you can chek out our guidelines (found in the description section), or just send us a DM!

How should I tag my work?

Tag as your heart directs, but the best way to ensure we see your post and reblog it is to tag us @kataang-dungeon. We will also be checking the tag #kataang smut weekend 2024. Content warnings are recommended.

Is it okay if I post late?

Yes! Just don't forget to @ us, as we may not be checking tags later on.

Can I only post on Tumblr?

You can absolutely post your work on other platforms! In fact, some platforms are more lenient with explicit works, so if you have a more explicit version of your work that you feel you can't post onto tumblr, we encourage you to post that version elsewhere and provide a link here for people to view.

Can I submit anonymously?

Yes! Submit anonymously to us in DM and we will share it out for you.

Kataangers, please reblog to spread the word. We're so excited to see what you come up with!

Big thanks for banner by @doodlaang

[rye-kin]

Had to remind myself he’s a middle aged man

ALSO,,, I have sm notifs to chek sorry yawll busy ass week and I promise I’ll post him being fabulous….maybe….

Love drawing him doing mundane things though ngl… typa guy to pull at his wrinkles or pinch himself (middle aged)…

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Living Sanctuary

Hemmer x fem!reader (can be read as romantic, however is more platonic with developing feelings) Words: 2.3K Summary: She never really learned anything about his home. Until one day she did Inspired by this post from @nichestartrekkie0-0 (If fanfics not your thing, just ignore this :)) so please chek out their art it's AMAZING

A drop of sweat ran down her forehead, down her temple, down her cheek and was wiped aside by her sleeve before it could fall to the floor.

Her arms felt heavy, but she didn't dare move them for fear that the objects in them would fall to the ground and shatter. Something she could not afford, after all, Hemmer needed these things. At least she was certain there was no harm in them.

The cooling system was offline and no matter how hard the engineers tried, it wasn't getting any better. In the end, it had turned out to be a fault in the system, which could be rectified by a simple reboot.

The problem: this reboot took several hours.

Hours in which the Enterprise had become uncomfortably warm, at least by her standards. She knew from Spock that he enjoyed the temperature and Uhura also had few problems with the change.

However, apart from the fact that everyone felt temperatures differently, she knew that there was one person who would not like it at all: Hemmer.

Based on what she had heard from some of the junior engineers, Hemmer was in an even worse mood than usual, and the temperature was so bad that M'Benga had sent him to his quarters to rest for fear that the Aenar would suffer heat exhaustion. Something that would be even more fatal for Hemmer's species than for her own. M'Benga had eventually interrupted her, lying panting on the sofa, and asked her to check on the Aenar. After all, they both knew how incredibly stubborn their friend could be.

She had agreed without hesitation. Hemmer might have his rough edges, some of them deadly sharp, but he had a heart of gold and she cared for him deeply.

He was a good friend on whom she had always been able to rely, so she would not let him down now. Even if he was still unaware of his luck.

With her elbow, she managed to press the button next to his door, alerting him that someone wanted to come in. For a few moments she stood in the corridor, people walking past her and looking at her strangely, wondering if he was even there. Perhaps he had thrown caution to the wind and gone back to work?

She immediately shook her head and dismissed the idea. Hemmer might be stubborn from time to time and not listen to advice, and when he did he did so reluctantly, but he was not self-destructive.

If Doctor M'Benga told him that the work posed a risk to his health, he would follow the doctor's instructions, grumpily, but he would do it.

Hemmer didn't give her much time to think about it. The doors opened and she quickly entered to avoid standing around stupidly in the corridor any longer. Inside it was only slightly less stiflingly hot than outside, but it wasn't any hotter either, which she saw as a plus.

She looked around searchingly, but couldn't spot the engineer. "Hemmer?" Carefully setting the items down on the sofa, she decided to take off her uniform jacket.

The top underneath would have to do, otherwise she would suffer from heat exhaustion. "Are you all right? Where are you?"

There was silence for a while and she began to wonder whether the door had opened by chance and he was actually somewhere else, but at that moment Hemmer's muffled voice rang out. "I'm fine."

She wheeled round to the bathroom where his voice had come from and only now did she realise the faint sound of falling water. Of course, she silently scolded herself. When the air was too hot, water was an excellent way to cool off.

With long strides, she walked to the door and stopped so that the opening sensor could not detect her. "May I come in?"

A grunt sounded and she frowned worriedly when an approving grumble came from Hemmer.

"M'Benga asked me to come round," she explained as she stepped into the bathroom. "Besides, I was worried about you, I mean, I'm almost dying in these temperatures, I can hardly imagine that it's pleasant for-" As soon as her gaze fell on Hemmer, she faltered and stopped, stunned by the sight before her.

Hemmer seemed to have noticed, as she fell silence surprised and huffed.

"I know I know, I look like a drowned beaver, or whatever you humans call it. But it's the only way to survive this heat."

She broke out of her stupor long enough to lift the corners of her mouth in slight amusement. "It's 'you look like a drowned rat'. And, that's not what caught me by surprise."

Even if this was of course partly to blame for her sudden hesitation, after all she had never seen her friend in such a position before. He sat on the floor of the shower, clever idea the tiles were also cold, and let the cool water run down his body. Consequently, his hair clung to his face in lengthy strands, while his antennae swayed in a dance-like manner, evading the droplets in a game known only to them. But as already mentioned, it wasn't that which had left her speechless.

It was the sight of Hemmer clad in nothing more than shorts, snugly embracing his well-defined muscles, stretching just halfway up his thighs, which intensified her warmth.

This alone would have been enough to induce a blush, but something else caught her off guard. The tattoos.

Dark blue, almost black, tattoos meandered in wavy patterns across his physique, from his chest to his shoulders to his arms, down to his legs and, she surmised, down to his back. They reminded her somewhat of the traditional tattoos of the Maori or the Polynesians, indigenous peoples of Earth, but at the same time they looked completely different, like two worlds at opposite ends of the galaxy.

Hemmer cleared his throat, apparently waiting for an answer, and she squatted down in front of him to be at eye level with him. It may not have done him much good, but she felt more comfortable not having to stare down at him. "Don't take offence, but I didn't expect to find my best friend naked in his shower."

"I'm not naked," he grumbled and she grinned slightly as he tugged at his trousers like a grumpy child. "Besides, I didn't realise you had tattoos." His antennae went up for a moment before returning to their dance and Hemmer frowned. "No? I thought you knew." She laughed softly as she watched drops of water drip down his cheekbones. "How was I supposed to know? It's not like you're regularly parading around half-naked in front of me."

"Do I hear disappointment?" His voice and his grin were provocative, teasing and elicited a laugh from her. "Definitely not." Still, she couldn't ignore the tingling in her stomach, even if she tried her best.

They were silent for a few moments before Hemmer sighed and gestured for her to come closer. "I can feel the heat radiating off you. What's the point of you falling over on me here?" He did his best to sound disinterested, but she knew him well enough to know that he was genuinely worried about her.

She hesitated for a moment, but decided that modesty really wasn't appropriate at this point, and kicked off her trousers and socks so that she was squatting in front of him in her top and panties. No problem, she thought to herself and shifted her weight onto her knees.

She crawled over to him and let out a low cry of shock as the cold water hit her heated skin. It felt like tiny needles were piercing her skin and she pulled back, however Hemmer didn't seem to let that happen.

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him with such force that she bounced against him and only prevented him from headbutting her by resting her hands on his chest. Not that she would have done anything to him.

She would have been the one with the concussion.

The cold water beat down on her mercilessly. She squealed and wriggled on Hemmer's lap, only realising later that she had landed there, but he didn't allow her to escape.

"You're burning up," he murmured and pulled her a little closer to him so that her hot skin was pressed against his pleasantly cool skin. "So stop squirming or I'll tie you up."

"Kinky," she murmured as her body seemed to slowly acclimatise to the difference in temperature. "Keep it down," came the reply and she grinned softly, slowly relaxing. The water felt good.

Gradually, she felt the feeling of stifling warmth disappear and her glowing skin lowered to temperatures that seemed more bearable, judging by the fact that Hemmer was now relaxing beneath her as well, even leaning into her touch.

"Aren't I too warm for you?" He just shook his head before leaning it against the tiled wall behind him, a slight smile on his face. "It's acceptable. Besides, I know my skin is cool enough to give you relief." She snorted at his posturing, but made no move to free herself from her place on his lap.

"Actually, I came to help you with that." He chuckled softly. It was a sound that came from deep in his chest, where she was still resting her hands, deep and real, and she felt warmth spreading through her again, but this time a different kind of warmth.

"I'm used to getting used to this kind of heat. Have you ever been to California? It was just as bad." She nodded, giving in to exhaustion after a while and leaning her head against his shoulder. "You are indeed nice and cool."

Her hands wandered from his chest to his arms when something struck her and made her lift her head. "Wait, are your tattoos prominent?"

Her fingers danced over the patterns of his tattoos, eliciting a shudder from him that she didn't realise, and sure enough, she could tell that the tattoos weren't just ink poked under the skin, but actually stood out with slight bulges.

They were barely noticeable unless you were sitting half-naked on top of each other, though she guessed it was a lot easier for the heightened senses of the Aenar to detect.

"It would be strange any other way," Hemmer returned with amusement, placing a hand on hers and running it along his collarbone. "Considering we Aenar are blind." Heat rose to her face. She had actually forgotten for a moment that Hemmer himself was blind.

" They're beautiful," she murmured softly, fascinated as she continued to run her fingers tentatively over the patterns of his skin. "You are beautiful." Hemmer left it uncommented, but closed his eyes and his antennae followed her movements.

"Do they mean anything?" He nodded slightly and guided her hand to his upper right arm, where a ring wrapped around his bicep. "Every male Aenar gets a tattoo like this when he comes of age. It's a symbol that we're old enough to serve our people and contribute."

Next, he went to some lines that snaked down his neck to his shoulder blades. To reach them, she had to lean so close to him that his hot breath brushed her face. "These lines symbolise my connection to my family. Can you feel the corners where they end?" She breathed in agreement. "Each of those corners represents a member of my family." There were five in total.

Next, their hands travelled together to his thighs. "These tattoos symbolise the balance of our society, our harmony with nature. The Aenar must live in tune with their environment and learn to live with it to prevent the deadly cold from overtaking them. They humble us, in a good way, and remind us of our place in this world, this universe."

Finally, Hemmer brought her hand to his chest, where the lines formed an intricate pattern that she could not describe in words. "These represent my devotion to healing, to repairing. They are not mandatory among the Aenar, but this pattern represents our pacifist representations. They visualise my duty, my morals, my life."

He did not guide her hand further, but did not release it, so that her hands, covered by his, rested on his chest. Her gaze fell on his left forearm, which was the only part of his body, with the exception of his face, that was completely free.

"And what about here? Is there a reason why there are no tattoos here? Or is it some kind of cultural ban on having them there?" Hemmer shook his head, chuckling softly, and carefully clasped his hands with hers, causing her breath to hitch.

"It's not a cultural taboo to have tattoos there, quite the opposite. The tattoos there represent the family you have established. After the wedding, a band of blue colour is applied below the elbow, decorated with small ornaments. For each child born from this marriage, another band is added."

Fascinated, she looked at his arm and, releasing her left hand from his, ran it over his skin, where a marriage bond would probably be visible in the future. "And what if you get divorced? Are these tattoos reversible?"

 "No." Hemmer took her hand in his again and traced invisible patterns on the back of her hand. "However, divorces are very, very rare for us. We choose our partners with great care, nothing less than perfect comes into question."

She slowly raised her eyes and released her hands to continue tracing the patterns on his skin. "So, has anyone caught your eye yet?"

A hint of a smile appeared on his lips and he carefully lifted his hand to brush a wet strand of hair that was stuck to her face behind her ear, where it remained against her cheek.  "Maybe."

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