#female space

[sauve-rever]

Sauve rever

[creativecupcake]

OMG! I thought this whole thing was in my head! I’m gonna look into this more later.

[rienafoutre]

[aloveofclaritea]

"What are you going to do, have genital inspections to use the bathrooms?"

-a TRA

Males truly cannot conceive of the idea of simply respecting the space and boundaries of women. It literally doesn't cross their minds, so their minds immediately jump to whether or not women can forcibly stop them. The belief is that if a woman cannot forcibly prevent it, you may take anything you like from her with impunity.

- Marian Rutigliano

[2014-is-back]

[quarkfancam]

i've been thinking about the dominion species' designs and wanted to do my own takes on changelings + vorta, especially the female founder (seen some people call her 'voice of the link' which is a very cool name)... some more thoughts under the cut...

i believe somewhere a writer mentioned that the founders kept odo's appearance as a 'mockery' at later points so i wanted to lean into the mockery part of it by making her openly display her mastery of shapeshifting, by replicating humanoid innards... and of course reminding the humanoids of their vulnerability

i also thought it'd be fun to make the innards glow and goopy (well, she is a changeling after all) and the yellow glow has always made me think of how they are worshipped as gods... connection to sunlight in human religions and such

as for the vorta (well it Is weyoun but i suppose keeping it more general), i wanted to make them appear a bit more monkey-like, but not TOO much. i honestly just messed around with the design until i liked it! i've always liked weyoun's outfit but it doesn't lend itselr too well to a lot of the shapes i like to use so i just gave him big sleeves. for enrichment.

[gabbytbll]

❦ love and deep space💫

Part 2

Masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

~ As i just started to play this game Sylus will be OOC! ~

Authors notes: I feel like I'm cheating on Zayne but that's ok I can just take both at the same time ehehe I JUST KNOW ITS BIG! I CAN FIX HIM!!!!!

✦𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒♔

Warnings!!: Creampie, BDSM, Nudes, choking, Teasing, orgasm control, sex toys, Dacryphilia, Hand cuffs, Roleplay, Slapping, Rough sex, Switch Sylus, Public sex, Markings, Biting, Big dick Sylus, Blindfolds, Knife play, Blood kink.

MDNI!!!

SFW!

major fluff ahead!

✫ Sylus hates staying away from you to long like this man is obsessed with you from top to bottom, inside and out.

✫ this man loves everything about you! your scars, your crooked teeth, your acne EVERYTHING!!! he just can't get enough of you.

✫ This man loves PDA he loves to show who you belong to in front of people who flirt with you

✫ Whenever a girl or boy flirts with him he gives them the stink eye and gets sassy with them because he belongs with you. (cause we all know he is a sassy man).

✫ He loves to go on rides with you with his bike at night to just look at scenery and play around.

✫ He loves surprising you with random kisses on your cheek, lips, forehead it doesn't matter to him.

✫ Sometimes he makes his cook have a day off just so he can cook for you all day or so you can cook for him.

✫ He loves coming home to warm cuddles in your shared bedroom

✫ He always make sure you don't see blood on him when he comes home so he sneaks into one of the guess bedrooms to get a quick shower and change.

✫ This man loves pet names so he loves calling you kitten, sweetie, honey, etc.

✫ On his days off he loves when you make him breakfast in bed, he loves your cooking even if it's simple.

NSFW!!

sexual content ahead!!

✧ One of his favorite thing in bed is when you cry, he loves the face full of pleasure as you cry and moan.

✧ He loves to tease you to the point you beg for him in any way possible just to cum.

✧ He loves when you try to dominate him, so he lets you play with him for a while until he's had enough, so he switches on you and punish you.

✧ When ever you let him, he loves knife play he makes tiny cuts on your chest, your neck, anywhere he just loves to lick up the blood that trickles down your beautiful skin.

✧ He has special hand cuffs made for some of your punishments, he loves hand cuffing you to the bed.

✧ Sometimes when he gets so into roleplay, he lightly slap's your face a couple times.

✧ When he's not home he often sends you nudes to tease you and to get you all hot and bothered so he can fuck you when he gets home.

✧ He made a dildo that's a replica of his dick so whenever he's not home you still have a piece of him plus, he loves the videos you send him when your riding the dildo!

✧ When the both of you go on your nightly rides on his bike he loves to stop at a secluded area and just fuck you on his bike, since he loves both his bike and you, he feels like he's in heaven.

✧ This man never wears a condom because he said he loves how you feel wrapped around his cock tightly whenever he releases in you.

✧ When he releases he cum's a lot, he loves to take pictures of his cum dripping down from your wet cunt onto the bed or floor, etc.

✧ He loves to put you in blindfolds so you can't see what he's going to do to you next, he loves to surprise you.

✧ He loves to leave markings on your neck and body rather it be hickeys or bite marks he just loves how his markings look on you.

✧ The both of you kind of have a Dom and a Sub relationship in bed it depends on how the both of you feel or if you're up to it.

✧ Before the both of you have penetrative sex, he has to open you up with 4 fingers because his dick is so big he might tear you apart.

✧ When you have sex its mostly rough because he loves how much control he has in bed but he loves making love just as much because he loves how your body slots against his like you were made for him.

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[jojaxcola]

post-wipeout patch up on a tuesday afternoon (embarrassing) [electric guitar]

[weepingfireflies]

Anyway, my opinion on the current trans infighting is that any portrayal of intracommunity discourse as transfem vs. transmasc inherently obfuscates the shared fight against transmisogynists and transandrophobes. It simplifies a complex and varied community to two opposing sides instead of as a fight against transphobia in all its forms. Every trans person is systematically oppressed due to being trans, sometimes in noticably similar ways and sometimes in different ways depending on various factors; Any trans person can be victimized by any other person, trans or cis, and the overarching transphobia and bigotry can be used to excuse it. One's own oppression cannot and should not be as a weapon to silence another's, no matter how well-intentioned it may seem.

PLEASE listen to other trans people in good faith and understand that we're all in the same boat, regardless of our specific trans identities.

[sauve-rever]

Sauve rever

[literaryaida]

8.3.24 | golden hour in my favorite cafe getting some writing done 🌞

[rienafoutre]

[cerberusxt]

Space Maid Space Marine !

From the very first time I saw the incredible design of the Space Maid made by ChumiiCham, I wanted to paint one. Look at them, they are adorable :

Thanks to Solflamer that created a 3d model for them (available on Cult3d : https://cults3d.com/en/3d-model/game/maidmarine) my dream came true.

It was both a really challenging mini to print correctly (mine still have defaults I patched up as well as I could with greenstuff. I'm a beginner both at 3d printing and greenstuff so that's not amazing) and to paint with a lot of shades of pink, but what a blast that was.

Anyway, here are all the other angle and the reference :

Hope you like her.

[kassette--woodswich--esquire]

I hate the incel debate against female space marines. Former artists from GW have already confirmed that in the past it's solely been a sales decision that they didn't make any, and that was in the 80s and 90s.

(For context, I see the arguments popping up again now that Space Marines 2 is a few weeks away, usually in the comments on tik tok).

There are many lore reasons that already exist to work them in. And you wanna know a secret? If the 8 foot tall post human warrior is wearing a helmet, you'd have no idea. Good, practical armor is sexless. And all space marines are extensively modified anyway. The only real difference would be hair preferences culturally speaking, and maybe, MAYBE, some facial differences. Otherwise? All space marines would be built like a strongman competitor cranked up to eleven.

Maybe just let us have this one extra customization? It wouldn't even change gameplay, it'd be akin to using a different skin in Overwatch. It's just flavor.

For the minis, you could even use pre-existing parts from Age of Sigmars Stormcast Eternals.

And for the counter argument of "why not let Sisters of battle have men then". Okay. Let's do it. They could be men that take an oath of celibacy like monks, and are legally recognized as women after their oaths. Kind of like the Qunari Military, any sex can be a soldier, but the position of soldier is considered masculine to the Qunari. Do that in reverse, everyone is a sister of battle, including boob chest plates, because the role is feminine.

What I'm saying is, femboy sisters of battle.

If you read the whole thing, I thank you. Just getting some feelings off my chest, it's not that deep. If you don't agree, cheers. We can both agree Warhammer is awesome and go our separate ways. Have fun out there.

[space-matt]

The great debate

chris sturniolo x fem reader

summary: finally the big question has been revealed, ass or titts? 

request: yes -> @jcsturniolo11

author’s note: hope you like it, let me know!!

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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The living room of the Sturniolo house was buzzing with energy. It was a lazy Sunday, the kind of day when the world seems to slow down, giving everyone the chance to relax and do absolutely nothing. That was exactly the plan for Chris, Matt, and Chris's girlfriend, Y/n, while Nick was out with Madison. The three of them were sprawled across the couches, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and soda cans, idly flipping through the TV channels while Chris scrolled through his phone.

Chris was sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone, when he made an observation. "Man, you ever notice people are always either ass or tits people?" His eyes remained fixed on the screen as he chuckled, stealing a glance at Matt, who was lounging on the other end of the couch.

Y/n, perched next to Chris with her legs curled under her, raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's what you're thinking about right now?"

Chris, defensive, set his phone down, saying, "Hey, it's a legitimate topic. People have strong opinions about this. I saw these comments on the stream—it's an actual debate."

From his corner, Matt snorted, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward with an amused grin. "Oh God, are we really doing this? The whole 'ass or tits' thing? Classic."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n couldn't help but smile. "Okay, fine," she said, indulging them. "If we're going there, I gotta ask—you guys are brothers. Do you agree on this, or do you have different opinions?"

Chris and Matt shared a knowing glance, the kind of silent brotherly communication that comes after years of understanding each other without words. Then Chris smirked. "Oh, Matt and I definitely have different opinions. But I’m not gonna spoil it for him."

Matt, looking slightly exasperated, leaned back in his chair and gestured dismissively. "You're making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. I just have a preference for the backside. A good—"

"Nope, spare me the details!" Y/n interjected, raising her hand to halt Matt's words, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I'm attempting to deduce this based on your personalities, but it feels like an impossible task."

Chris, always the provocateur, playfully nudged Y/n. "Come on, Y/n. You know me better than anyone. Take a guess which one I am."

Y/n tilted her head, squinting at him thoughtfully. She was partly engaging in the banter, but her expression revealed genuine curiosity. "Hmmm. I get the sense that you're attracted to the posterior, but you pretend otherwise to keep people guessing. You know, trying to be 'mysterious.'"

Chris burst into laughter, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mysterious? When have I ever been mysterious?"

"You're mysterious in a Chris kind of way," she countered, poking him in the side. "You may appear nonchalant, but you always have something up your sleeve."

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, he wishes he had that kind of depth."

"Okay, but seriously, Chris," Y/n persisted, her inquisitiveness getting the best of her. "Which one are you?"

A tense silence filled the room. Chris leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper as if he were on the verge of disclosing the world's greatest secret. "Y/n... I'm a—"

Matt, displaying no interest in the suspense, interjected with a deadpan expression. "He's a titts guy. Always has been."

Chris feigned offense as his mouth dropped open. "Bro, you just spoiled the big reveal!"

Y/n burst into laughter, her eyes wide with playful shock. "Wait, really? I was so convinced you were going to say ass!"

Matt shrugged. "Nope, it's the classic misdirection. He talks as if he's a ass guy, but nope, he's been on team titts forever."

Y/n crossed her arms and leaned back, still amused but now fully engaged in the conversation. "Well, now I’m intrigued, Matt. What about you?"

Chris flashed a knowing grin, already aware of his brother's response. "Oh, Matt's the obvious one. He's an ass man through and through. No question about it."

Matt didn’t even attempt to deny it. He gave a slight shrug, a laid-back grin spreading across his face. "What can I say? It’s all about balance."

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle, feeling the warmth of the moment as she shook her head at both Chris and Matt. "You guys are truly something else. Is this really what brothers talk about when no one’s around?"

Chris let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "You'd be surprised how intense our discussions can get."

Matt's expression turned unexpectedly solemn as he nodded. "Yeah, like the ongoing debate of socks or no socks in bed. It's a highly contested issue."

Y/n couldn't help but groan, half in exasperation and half in amusement as she buried her face in her hands. "Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?"

Chris wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You've just been inducted into the never-ending debate club, Y/n. Welcome to the madness."

She shot him a playful squint, pretending to be unimpressed. "I didn’t sign up for this."

Matt's smirk was undeniable. "Nobody signs up for it. It just sneaks up on you."

Their laughter filled the room, the joy of their easy camaraderie spreading like wildfire. Amid all the lighthearted banter and goofy debates, it was moments like these—where time seemed to stand still—that made everything else in life worthwhile.

As Chris and Matt continued their playful banter about every conceivable topic, Y/n felt a surge of contentment. These brothers were a riot, and she wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

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[gyorouis]

── ✦ the art of almost.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ synopsis⸝⸝ late nights, in his bed. this is more than enough, you tell yourself.

꒰ genre⸝⸝ angst, suggestive, fwb/fubu, pairing⸝⸝ fwb!beomgyu x afab!reader wc⸝⸝ 1.8k warning⸝⸝ mature scenes, slightly inspired from nevertheless so u alr know what beomgyu is like tune in⸝⸝ kimmuseum — we’re already ୨ৎ ꒱

the rain fell in sheets, painting the city in blurred hues of gray and amber. the faint glow of streetlights danced in the puddles, a soft melody of footsteps and whispered conversations accompanying the night. you weren’t supposed to be here, standing in front of a dimly lit art studio, heart hammering against your ribs.

but beomgyu was waiting inside.

you hesitated, the chill of the rain sinking into your skin. your umbrella hung useless at your side. it wasn’t the weather keeping you rooted in place; it was him. the boy who smiled like he knew every secret the world had to offer, who touched the edges of your carefully constructed walls and made them tremble.

the boy you weren’t supposed to fall for.

pushing the door open, the scent of oil paint and turpentine greeted you, warm and familiar. beomgyu looked up from his canvas, a lazy grin spreading across his face as if he’d been expecting you all along.

“you’re late,” he said, his voice carrying that teasing lilt that always made your heart stumble.

“didn’t realize this was an appointment,” you shot back, shrugging off your jacket. the studio was sparsely lit, the only source of light a single desk lamp casting golden shadows across the room.

“it’s always an appointment when it’s you,” he replied, leaning back on his stool. his gaze lingered on you, dark and unreadable, like he was sketching invisible lines around you, locking you in place.

you avoided his eyes, wandering toward the half-finished painting he was working on. a riot of colors swirled on the canvas, messy and deliberate all at once. it reminded you of him—chaotic, beautiful, impossible to pin down.

“is this supposed to be something?” you asked, tilting your head.

he hummed, stepping closer. too close. “maybe it’s nothing. or maybe it’s everything. depends on how you look at it.”

you felt his presence behind you, his breath warm against your temple. every nerve in your body screamed to move, but you stayed still, your pulse betraying you.

“you’re avoiding me again,” he murmured, his voice low.

“i’m not,” you lied.

“you are.” he moved around you, leaning against the table, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “you always do this. get close, then run.”

“and you always chase,” you snapped, hating the way your voice trembled.

he smiled, a soft, wistful curve of his lips. “maybe i like the chase.”

silence fell between you, heavy with words left unsaid. the rain drummed against the windows, a steady rhythm that matched the wild beat of your heart. you looked at him, really looked, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just him—the boy with paint-stained hands and a gaze that saw too much.

“what do you want from me, beomgyu?” you asked, the words barely above a whisper.

his expression shifted, something raw and unguarded flashing across his face. “you already know.”

you shook your head, stepping back. “i can’t—”

“you can,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “you’re just scared.”

“of what?” you demanded, your frustration boiling over.

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, tentative and electric. “of how easy this could be. of how much you already feel.”

your breath hitched, the truth of his words cutting through your defenses. you wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered, made it impossible.

“why me?” you asked, your voice breaking.

he smiled again, softer this time. “because you’re the only one who makes the world quiet.”

the confession hung between you, fragile and undeniable. you didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly he was closer, his forehead resting against yours. his hand cradled your face, thumb brushing away the stray raindrop clinging to your cheek.

“tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

you couldn’t.

and then he kissed you—soft and slow, like he was unraveling every fear you’d ever held onto. his lips tasted like rain and everything you’d been too afraid to want. the world tilted, colors blooming in the dark, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself fall.

when you pulled away, his eyes searched yours, his hand still warm against your cheek. “stay,” he said, the single word heavy with meaning.

you hesitated, the weight of reality pressing down on you. but as you looked at him, standing there with paint-stained fingers and a heart wide open, you realized something.

maybe falling wasn’t so bad after all.

the first time you slept in the same bed, it was as if you both had entered a new world. the air between you was thick with unspoken things—things neither of you were ready to admit. but your bodies were tired, and the warmth of the sheets made the distance between you feel smaller, softer. you lay on your sides, the soft rhythm of his breathing mingling with yours. every time his hand brushed yours, it was like the universe was reminding you of how close you’d become, how much this moment meant, even if you couldn’t say it out loud.

most nights, the two of you found solace in silence. not the uncomfortable kind that demanded words to fill the space, but the kind that wrapped itself around you both like a warm blanket. the kind that made you feel like you could exist, just be, without needing to explain yourself.

one of those nights, you lay with your head resting on his chest. his heartbeat was a steady, calming rhythm beneath you, but you couldn’t ignore the thoughts swirling in your mind. beomgyu’s fingers absentmindedly brushed through your hair, the gentle touch doing little to settle the storm inside you.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, as if he were afraid to disturb the peace that hung in the air.

you shifted slightly, eyes focused on the way his shirt wrinkled under your head. “i’m always quiet.”

“not true,” he teased, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your back. “you’re only quiet when you’re thinking about something. so, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

you let out a small sigh. “nothing. just... thinking.”

beomgyu propped himself up on one elbow, his face casting a soft shadow in the dim light of his room. “you know you can talk to me, right? whatever it is, i can handle it.”

you looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. you wanted to believe him, to let your walls crumble and spill out every little thing that had been gnawing at you. but something held you back. something about how easy it was for him to pull you in, to make you feel like maybe you were just a little bit too vulnerable.

“maybe I'm just... scared,” you whispered, as much to yourself as to him. “scared of what this is. of what we are.”

he didn’t say anything at first. instead, he shifted, brushing his lips against your forehead, lingering there longer than usual. it was a comfort, but it also left a sting, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.

“you don’t have to be scared,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would shatter the fragile moment. “i’m not going anywhere.”

but you couldn’t help but feel that he might be the one who needed reassurance, not you. because all these moments, all this tenderness between you, felt too fleeting, too fragile to hold onto forever.

the next night, the quiet was replaced with something else. laughter. you were tangled in his sheets, both of you halfway between sleep and waking, his body warm against yours. somehow, in the midst of your usual banter, you’d both ended up in a tangled mess of limbs. his arm was draped lazily over your waist, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“you know,” he started, his voice a little muffled, “i don’t think you’ve ever actually admitted it.”

“admitted what?” you mumbled, sleepiness thick in your voice.

“that i'm right,” he said, his words slurring slightly with the haze of exhaustion. “about everything. you know, all those times i’ve been right and you’ve been wrong. i mean, it’s obvious i’ve been the genius all along.”

you snorted softly, trying to suppress a laugh. “beomgyu, you’re impossible.”

he grinned, his lips brushing your temple as he shifted, leaning in to press a playful kiss to your cheek. “come on. admit it. i’m always right, even when i’m wrong.”

“no,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “you're just lucky.”

“lucky? lucky?” he repeated with mock offense, his hand trailing up to your shoulder, giving it a playful shove. “i’m a genius. a lucky genius.”

you laughed, your face flushing from both the closeness and the absurdity of the conversation. the sound of it—of the ease between you two—made your heart ache in a way that was both painful and comforting. you were right where you wanted to be, and yet it still didn’t feel like enough.

there was something bittersweet in his words, a playfulness that veiled something deeper. you weren’t sure if it was a defense mechanism, something that kept him from giving too much of himself away, or if he genuinely didn’t want to face the deeper feelings that tied you both together.

“you’re impossible,” you whispered again, settling back into the pillow.

“i know.” he kissed the top of your head. “but i’m your impossible.”

he wasn’t perfect. neither were you. but in these quiet nights, in the tangled sheets and the tangled silence, you felt like maybe that was enough. and for just a moment, you let yourself believe it. that maybe, he was yours too.

on the nights when the city was quiet, when the world outside was nothing more than a distant hum, you found yourself pressed into his side, your body fitting against his like two halves of a whole. he would kiss the top of your head, his lips warm against your hair, and you would pretend not to notice the way your heartbeat a little faster each time.

you never voiced it, not aloud. and he never acknowledged it either. instead, your bodies settled into the rhythm of shared space—his arm around your waist, your head on his chest, the quiet hum of the city outside the window serving as your only reminder that there was a world beyond the cocoon of the bed you shared.

each night, you fell asleep beside him, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to ignore the nagging fear that one day, he’d be gone. that you’d wake up and he wouldn’t be there. but for now, you let the warmth of his body be your anchor, letting go of the fear and holding onto the only thing that mattered: the present.

and for now, that was enough. but underneath it all, there was always that quiet undercurrent—what if this ends?

gyo's note: oh yes, i’ve been looking for fwb beoms and i can’t find any so yeah i made one, and actually (i have 2 more of these beomgyu hehe) if you made it to this part, thank you so much! you will be loved. xoxo!

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