#cw: exercise

[rad-roche]

Ticket To Ride

images captured minutes before a noise complaint

[eggsistential-breakdown]

started making this a couple weeks ago and then learned there's an art contest for it! had a lot more in mind for this but the deadline is as good of an excuse as any to force myself to take things manageably. Hopefully will be able to get to the end of it someday it's so epic in my brain hrgrgghgh

Song is by @sparkbirdmusic

also I have a YouTube channel now :3

[sprytesukii]

18+ | freak!izuku at the gym …… | cw. scent kink, my strange little man <3

when izuku first offers himself up as your trainer, your initial thought is to be offended. is your form really that shitty? is this a thinly veiled way to criticize your gym etiquette?

he’s quick to assuage your worries, promising it’s just because he overheard your workout goals and he believes he can get you there! no other ulterior motive, he swears it.

you tell him you’ll think it over, get back to him, but as you do, you can’t find a reason to say no. he’s sweet. earnest, warm. not to mention, built like a brick house with pretty green eyes and curly hair to match.

izuku is pretty and you know there are worse things than getting up close and personal with pretty boy.

so, you agree.

your first session goes incredibly well. izuku is attentive and gentle, willing to push you past your limits where you allow, but stopping when you ask him to and mean it.

(if you let yourself, you could easily imagine how good sex with izuku could be — but you shake those thoughts as quickly as they come.

inappropriate.)

the session is so good that you agree to partner up with him officially, setting up a schedule that works well for the both of you before parting ways.

…

you meet up a few days later and the workout goes similar to the last — fun, a little flirty, but mostly hard work, and you’re very proud of yourself by the end.

with a high five and a promise to see each other soon, you head off to the bathroom to clean up and redress, only — you forgot your water bottle.

simultaneously cursing yourself for forgetting and thanking your lucky stars for remembering before you were all the way home, you turn on your heel and begin the trek back to the now-mostly empty main gym.

the hall isn’t long, but it gives you enough time to think about izuku — about his impressive physique (arms to die for - you just know he could manhandle you around), his soft, kind eyes, and his deep voice coaching you through some difficult stretches.

it’s just a crush, you reason with yourself, and it’ll go away. eventually. you hope.

it’s just — you’ve never met a man like him before and it shocks you to your core every time you remember he’s still single.

he wouldn’t still be single if you would just shoot your shot, your traitorous mind supplies.

you physically brush off the thought as you finally emerge at the end of the hallway, but when you get there, you pause, completely taken aback.

you and izuku had finished off your workout at the weight bench which you had - to your humiliation - completely covered in your sweat. you offered to grab the cleaner and paper towels, but izuku waved you off with a sweet smile and a promise to take care of it himself.

it doesn’t seem like he did considering you’re watching him inhale at the sweaty seat of the bench, where you know you left your mark the most.

izuku doesn’t look up, doesn’t notice you standing there mouth agape. he’s too into it — eyes closed and tongue lolling out as he presses his (button, freckled) nose to where you were just sitting.

your eyes trail down, without your consent, to see how hard he is, thick cock pressing at the seam of his basketball shorts.

a thrum of heat joins the disgust coiling in your stomach, forcing a noise past your lips. you clap a hand over your mouth, but it’s too late.

izuku’s head snaps up quickly, blown pupils meeting yours, but instead of getting sheepish and embarrassed like you’d expect, his look shifts to something darker. predatory.

you stutter out some kind of apology, an explanation for why you haven’t left yet while looking around for an employee, but the gym is suddenly devoid of all other life.

(the $100 izuku slipped to the night shift worker was pocket change if it meant he could get you well and truly alone. finally.

your “missing” water bottle was safely stowed away in his bag.)

“oh, didn’t want you to catch me like that. you aren’t… afraid, are you? c’mon, let me make it up to you.”

[storytellingbadger]

Being so damn happy to see each other that you don't care who's watching.

Coming in the next few days - the final chapter of "Impact Event" in my TSAMS AU Celestial Phenomena. Mind the ratings.

[holidayinhell]

Interview

CWs: references to noncon, violence

1. Would you rather - Rope or Chains?

R: Rope.

W: Chains, dear god, chains any day. Ropes fucking burn.

2. If Whumpee had multiple Whumpers, who is their favourite? For Whumpers, which Whumpee was your favourite?

R: Yeah, I’ve got a favorite. A couple years back I had a Whumpee who fought me at every turn. He'd throw his food at me, cuss me out, and try to attack me. One time he scratched absolute shit outta my arms. Anyways, I got tired of his shitty attitude and decided to kill him. I didn't keep it a secret, I told him he was gonna die. But when I went in to do it, he changed completely. No more screaming, no spark in his eye. He got quiet. Heh, he got all lovey dovey with me even. You know, lots of people say they’ll do anything if only you’ll spare their life. I never did cash in on that promise, but on this Whumpee, I put it to the fucking test. Heh. He let me do whatever I wanted to him. Depraved, horrible things, that would make the most degenerate man blush. Heh, and even though he was crying through most of it, he still pretended to like everything I did to him. And god. You should’ve seen his eyes when I told him I was still gonna kill him. That look. I think about it still.

W: I can’t. glances over at Whumper. Next question please.

3: In your opinion, what is the best way to train a pet?

R: Humans are fickle fucking beasts. You have to break down someone’s pride in order to train them. I start off with food deprivation, that usually helps me gauge what kind of fight I’m in for.

W: Positive reinforcement has always worked for me… I’ve only ever had a pet bearded dragon though.

4: Broken ribs or bullet wound? 

R: Both.

W: These questions are uncomfortable to answer. But, uh, bullet wound I guess. Assuming it didn’t graze any organs.

5: Preferred type of gag? 

R: I like a fabric gag. Or a simple piece of duct tape. Sometimes they come off and I get to squeeze a little scream out of Whumpee, and then I put a fresh one right back on. I kinda like the cycle of it.

W: I don’t have a preference… none? I guess the metal bit one isn't the worst of them. It hurts my teeth but at least I can still kinda breathe.

6: Burned or stabbed?

R: Stabbed.

W: Stabbed, I guess?

7: Favourite stress position? 

R: An old-fashioned hogtie. I guess I’m unimaginative but I don’t get too crazy into the BDSM shit. Who has the patience for that?

W: Uhh.. just, handcuffs behind my back. Something relatively comfortable.

8: Have you given or received any Brands? What do they signify?

R: Heh. No. Never been branded. I certainly have had my fun branding Whumpee though.

W: I… have two… Uhm. One on my chest that, thank Christ, is almost all the way healed. It said, uh, swine. The other one is on my back, it’s a lot worse. I don’t know what it says but I can feel it so it’s um, it’s here to stay, I guess.

R: It says Nice Try. Remember?

W: Not really.

R: From your second half-hearted escape attempt. Didn't realize you forgot. But I did hit you pretty fucking hard that night.

9: Broken arm or broken leg? 

R: Leg.

W: Arm. A million times, arm.

10: How did you get here? Why are you the way that you are?

R: I live here. Far as I know, I’ve always been 'like this'-- whatever the hell that means. And I don’t see a problem with it. We’re all free to do as we like, so that’s what I fucking do.

W: I dunno. I, I was outside, it was dark and I think it was raining…yeah… heading home from the bar. I didn’t drink that much. I didn’t live that far, either, so the rain wasn’t a problem. I remember falling down and then… I woke up here. And I’ve been here ever since.

11: What is your biggest regret?

R: I wish this Whumpee could’ve learned a thing or two from my defiant Whumpee in the second question you asked. I wanna get my dick sucked like that every fucking night.

W: Regrets... yeah, I've got a few. One stands out. It was late at night, Whumper didn't tie me up. I snuck out of my cell and I made it to the steps. Almost to the top, nearly all the way out. The door was unlocked and cracked open a little, I thought I could make a run for it and—

R: —I was waiting for you at the top. Heh. I wanted to see if you'd run, and you sure tried to. Not so much after that, though.

12: Is there a line you won’t cross? For Whumpee, what do you most fear Whumper might do?

R: A line I wouldn’t cross? Uhhh…. No. No, I don’t think so. I’ll cross any fucking line. turns to Whumpee, grinning. So what are you afraid of, Whumpee?

W: I, um. Does he really have to be here when I answer these questions?

R: Tell them, Whumpee.

W: Can I whisper it to you? (he’s already done so much to me, so fucking much… it’s dumb but I don’t want him to shave my head.)

R: smirks. You know I heard that.

13: What lessons have you taken away from your experience?

R: Everything has been the same old, same old for me. Guess this Whumpee’s lasted longer than the rest of ‘em. He’s coming up on a year soon. Kind of impressive he’s stuck around this long and hasn’t given me a reason to kill him yet.

W: I don’t know. I do what I’m told so I can eat. I take it day by day. I guess the lesson I’ve learned is that abandoning pride is the only way to survive…

14: Whip or cane?

R: Whip.

W: Yeah. Whip.

R: Didn’t expect you to say that. Noted.

15: Drugged or coherent?

R: Depends on the situation. Drugging them is useful for transport but I don’t much like it when they’re too dazed to understand what’s happening. Sometimes they fall asleep, too.

W: Drug me any fucking day. I don’t care. I’ll take whatever you have.

16: What are your true, honest feelings about each other? Is there some part of you that cares for the other at all?

R: Sometimes I like to touch him. He’s warm and it’s funny when he tries to squirm away. Plus I like it when he begs me to stop. But do I care about him? …eh. Sure, sorta. He’s my plaything.

W: Erm. Thanks, I guess. For me… Whumper is the reason I’m here. I guess I’m appreciative for the food… but he does hurt me. A lot. Constantly.

R: You're very welcome.

17: What is your favourite thing about the other? A personality trait, a physical feature, anything

R: He’s got pretty hair. A kind of pretty face, too. Yeah, almost like a girl. Heh. And he makes good sounds when he’s screaming.

W: Ah. Fuck. I really don’t know how to answer this…

R: Come on. What’s your favorite part?

W: Um. Well, I'll say this: Whumper is smart. Scary smart. I don’t think anyone would ever imagine how smart. I don’t know. I don’t. It’s… terrifying.

18: Do you have relationships outside of each other? Friends, family - if yes, do they know about Whumpee? Do they care?

R: Yes, yes, and no.

W: I have a half sister in, uh, Arkansas. We’re not close, obviously… used to have friends I guess, but it’s been a long time since I saw them…

19: What other hobbies do/did you have?

R: Video games. 

W: I used to play saxophone. A lifetime ago.

20: For Whumper, is there any chance you’ll let Whumpee go? For Whumpee, have you ever thought about life after you’re free?

R: No. Sorry. Realistically, it doesn’t make sense to ‘let him go.’

W: I, uh, I used to think about it. I don't anymore… like he said.. realistically it doesn’t make any sense.

R: Mm. Good answer, Whumpee.

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this interview uses the questions from Character Ask Game post by @inhurtandincomfort !! thanks homie!

((more Whump))

[rukafais]

Fortified by age-old condolences Drawings of the northern lights God, give us clearer skies Open-eyed, entangled in promises Furthering the questions asked Hands tied behind our backs Bared fangs behind a mask [...] Poorly held together condolences Drowning out the northern lights Pay more for old advice Open-eyed, entangled in promises Buried under dying homes Hands tied in golden thorns

Flower meanings: Agrimonia (yellow flowers) symbolise 'thankfulness, gratitude'. Aloysia (long stems and white flowers) symbolise 'forgiveness'.

[altcvnningham]

up late bc i keep thinking ab adlerbell and how bell is this vehicle of and for adler’s pain…….. like literally in the sense that all of bell’s memories and trauma of vietnam is imprinted onto them by adler, but also based on adler’s own memories of vietnam, how bell’s trauma and pain isn’t only theirs but adler’s too- that the two are not bound by the false camaraderie bell believes they share but instead bound by suffering, borne of adler’s. bell’s pain IS HIS pain.

and like,, does he know what bell dreams about when they wake screaming in the middle of the night?? does he share those same dreams too?? does he ever listen to bell talk about vietnam and feel, in a way nobody else possibly can, understood?? or does he feel angry, that they carry his trauma and his pain as though it were their own?? or envious, that the pain they feel isn’t even real, and that they were, for a time, spared of the horrors he endured?? or does he feel some sick satisfaction in knowing that the pain they feel is his?? that his enemy feels what he feels?? that they are bound and locked together, nearly sanctified in joint suffering??

does he care?? does he care????? i need to sit down,,,,,

[forbiddentaako]

I'll swear that I loved you

[summer-oil]

in general i’ve really really started to hate the ’omg siblings 💞’ thing in response to ships because you can just say you don’t ship them . i feel like 9 times out of 10 people just want to turn the ship ’taboo’ in their minds so they can sort of sneer at the people who do ship them or even just feel comfortable Not shipping them and it’s like YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHIP ANYTHING . YOU CAN JUST SAY YOU THINK THEY HAVE ZERO ROMANTIC CHEMISTRY

[quiet-admirer]

Wait okay, exercise cw but I actually found a movement activity that I've been enjoying! I hate "exercise" in every way but I want to improve my stamina and strength to go to shows and dance get in the pit sometimes, and was struggling to find something that I didn't have to shame myself into doing, but for some reason using the Merlin app to listen to and identify the birds around my apartment complex has been getting me to go outside and wander around multiple days a week :)

I didn't ever really care about birds much before, but it's cool that there are way more kinds than I expected in my area, and after work almost every day I'm like 'ooh good it's time to go get today's bird report' and I get to focus on that instead of any meanings attached to exercising. I've even gone in 2 little nature walks I had to go out of my way to go to so I could see if I could pick up more kinds of birds!

Idk how long it'll last but I've been doing it for over a month now and it's really nice to finally have an activity that's fun that connects me to the outside and is somewhere between sitting in the couch and standing/jumping around for 4 hours in activity level :)

[fujobritta]

it's only sex (no, it's not)

[fadewalking]

As a fandom we should all smoke weed tonight

[cookinguptales]

...cat stuff below the cut...

So... my parents have been gently pushing me to consider getting another cat. I get it, I do. I live alone and I have known mental health problems that make that worrying. I'm in treatment and my issues aren't as bad as they were, but I occasionally still have really bad weeks.

(This... was a really bad week.)

During those really bad weeks, knowing that a small and helpless creature was relying on me helped get me through it. Like, it got me up and moving but it also prevented me from doing anything, y'know, drastic. I know that and I think my parents know that, too. And I know that the idea of going back to an empty house full of cat toys fills me with absolute dread, to the point where I have considered paying my regular catsitter to go over to my house and just kind of. Put all the cat stuff in a place where I won't see it immediately.

Being honest, it feels like it's too soon to get a new cat. It feels a little bit like I'm betraying her, as irrational as that is. But I also understand why my parents want me to get a cat before I go back to Philadelphia, and I understand that if I do that, sooner would be better than later. (To give the cat a couple months to acclimate to me before I take it on a cross-country trip, and to see how it does around my parents' dog.)

I don't know. I've let my parents convince me to visit the local shelter this week. There's a good chance, I'll admit, that I'll just cry the whole time. But I also know this area has a lot of stray cats, for some reason, and so our shelter is always full. One of those cats could use a good home, too. I hear that there are so few adopters out here that they'll often sit for weeks or months and local businesses will actually sponsor specific animals so they can afford the care.

I remember shortly after I got Geist, I considered getting another cat... The local cemetery near me in Philly hosts a lot of events and once it was a black cat adoption drive. I considered getting one and naming it Haint. Geist and Haint sounded good to me, white and black. But then I realized that Geist got stressed out around other cats so I decided not to do that.

But... idk. I hear there's a bunch of black cats at the shelter right now. Young and old. Part of me is like "no, it's too soon" and part of me is like "maybe I should finally get me a Haint" and part of me is like... I don't know. I feel really mixed up about it. I miss having something warm to hold when I'm sad and I don't know if I feel selfish about wanting to do that again. Other times I cry just looking at pictures of cats.

You'd think at 35 I'd know my own mind better, but I guess not. I suppose it won't hurt to visit the shelter, at least. If I find a cat that I bond with immediately, I'll give it a try. If I just become a blubbering mess, I guess I'll know that two weeks was way too soon.

[undermattsun]

18+ minors dni!!

a leetle blurb of reader tormenting skate rat taichi <333 something something i am no man’s peace

“You fucking bitch.”

Taichi’s voice is deceptively even, yet you can still hear the underlying tightness in his tone no doubt from the growing rage at discovering the little surprise you left him.

“It’s never hi how are you, only ever you bitch and whore and other non creative insults.” You muse, wholly uninterested at watching the six foot man crash out before your eyes.

“You keyed my car?” The rise and fall of his chest is quickening, and a ripe anger starts to spread across his features. It only makes a self-satisfied grin tug at your lips.

“You fucked my friend?” It isn’t really that big of a deal, it’s not like you and Taichi are, well anything. If he wants to fuck your friends that was his prerogative and their mistake.

It’s the fact he had left her a pitiful crying mess on your doorstep after railing her in a liquor store parking lot in his shitty car; dropping her off at yours after saying she should ask you how to actually be decent in bed (or really the backseat of a shitty Corolla).

Low blow for her, high praise for you. And while you had warned the poor thing to steer clear because she didn’t have the mental fortitude to fuck around with guys like Taichi, you still offered to exact revenge.

“Like you give a fuck.” He bites out.

“You’re right, but you made her cry. And who gives a shit about your hot mess of a car it’s all scratched and banged up anyway.”

“You wrote ‘small dicked pussy boy’ on the hood and ‘chode’ on the trunk with a bunch of dicks?!”

“Oh, I know what I wrote.”

“Pay for it to get buffed out.” He seethes, backing you up against the wall and trying to use his large stature to intimidate you. That stopped working ages ago and you make it clear with a roll of your eyes.

“Mmm, no.” You pretend to consider it for a moment. “Oops, gotta go! I have a dick appointment with Ushiwaka, talk later!”

And to add insult to injury — and to further satisfy your itching need to annoy the hell out of him —you smack a sloppy, wet mouth kissed on Taichi’s cheek knowing full well he’ll be hunting you down again later.

[some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat]

You ever just have a day completely detached from regular routine and afterwards feel a little weaker than usual and then realize that you've only eaten like one slice of plain bread (just the bread) in the past 24h and drank probably a glass or two of water and despite this you may have possibly also exercised enough to sweat multiple times during that time? You ever realize your body absolutely sucks at communicating its needs to you cuz you're not even thirsty?