#fun times for the gals :/

[hinamie]

happy gojoday to all who celebrate

[hyakunana]

"I am Neon Kurama… Kamen Rider Naago!"

[knockknockitsnickels]

God I don't want to be too harsh because I know nobody means any harm by it but the way people analyze the Voices drives me crazy sometimes. Not even in the sense that I disagree with what's being written, but more in the sense of how these analyses treat the Princess.

I feel like in a certain section of the fandom there's this reluctance to admit that the Voices aren't always "positive" (for lack of a better term) characters? You'll see people give lip service to the idea that "it's good for a character to have flaws!" and then turn around and try to excuse their worst moments (and it's like. You don't have to do that. You can still like them).

And one of the consequences of this type of analysis is that the way the player's and the voice's actions affect the Princess is downplayed. I have seen analyzes of Happily Ever After which barely even mention the Princess, because they're so fixated on defending Smitten. I've seen people write off entire chapters as "bad" just because they didn't like the way the Voices were acting (with, again, barely a mention of the Princess). The Greys and the Witch chapters are arguably where both the Player and the Voices are at their worst, but fans will still twist around to make the Princess the sole villain of the story.

I don't know. I hate making these kinda posts because I don't want to shame anyone from writing/drawing something they love. But as a big fan of the Princess it's really saddening to see her pushed aside in favor of the male characters.

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[eldritch-ace]

AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED!!!! I’ve had the honor to work on a piece for this spooky hatchetfield zine from @inthetinytownofhatchetfield @gaygh0stt along with some of my faves ( @socksandcrocs and @stardustspaceway ) as well as a bunch of other wonderful artists and writers in the fandom!!!

And the proceeds are going to charity no less! I hope you all will show just as much love to this zine as I have for it!

Happy Halloween Hatchetfield! 👻🎃🪓

[adagiorii]

The girls are girling!!!! 🎀

Also happy Tumblr debut to Amara. She's a part of the main cast technically though not straight up protag like Eiko and the redhead dumb fuck

She's friends with them tho!! She basically forced her friendship with Eiko through the traditional kidnap an introvert process and Hayato gets along with just about anyone

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Okay but now I feel compelled to wonder, in that fun AU of CC and Marilyn being Captain and Mary Marvel, what their lives as heroes would be like

Like, villains are the same for the most part with probable lack of antagonism with Sivana, he’s the dude who hired them for the dog in the first place with the public intent of a historical attraction at a park and on the side of the bus he’s campaigning for mayor. Other than that, villains seem to be the same from the brief moments we see.

They stay out of the limelight, they prioritize keeping their identities hidden for the sake of Billy and Mary’s saftey and childhoods, and they take their duties seriously.

But what’s tingling at the brain right now is how they’d interact with the rest of the world of DC, heroes and teams and whatnot, outside of Fawcett and the menagerie of characters there. We know CC accidentally stumbled onto some daring scene with Spy Smasher and the bunch (no joke, time was funky in Fawcett and CC was alive at that time) but I’d love to see him with other heroes

Like, say he fills the normal roles in comics Billy would’ve, joins JLI and, like his son, tries calling the other heroes out for acting like bigger juveniles than his actual kids and ditches bc apparently the people who save the world on the regular cant not try and fist fight the other every few hours. He’s on and off some team, focusing on his city and his family more and more, pops in for bigger fights when they occur but is mostly hometown based and handles his own issues.

Of newer stuff, I turn to YJ’s tv show for another idea. Aka, CC also being a chaperone for the Team at the same time Billy comes in but with a twist, turns out his kids have a percolation for magic and have been getting the hang of some spells so they’re joining the Team too while CC is on chaperone duty. So leads Billy and Mary’s attempt at a slow entrance into heroism that immediately backfires when they get captured, cue heartwarming scene of dad hugging his kids after a dangerous situation that follows him tearing the base apart looking for them. True dad fashion and all that. What becomes complicated is the World Without Grown Ups plot, in which I say have Billy and his had pre-the plot agree that Billy can have Shazam powers for super big emergencies and Billy definitely counts all adults disappearing as an emergency. Cue once more the fun father son bonding of Billy looking just like his old man with Shazam powers.

Onto Marilyn, who unfortunately doesn’t seem to have more beyond “clever” and “good mom” from comics, but she’s got her hutzpah and would probably be as active a hero as CC while still prioritizing her life and family over heroism. The whole Shazam thing is definitely more a job than it is what kind of person she is, she’s an archeologist and likes that profession more than she likes worrying about everyone else. She’s definitely more no nonsense and, if there’s a difference, she’d probably prefer the more grounded crime fighting than the mystical shenanigans CC would do in her stead. Billy and Mary end up closer to her in quality time since that focus of crime fighting keeps her grounded.

Also, the general vibes of the Captain Marvel tropes. Such as the identity shenanigans.

It is a fun thing of fanfic that, since his civilian identity is very vulnerable and people like their identity plots, Billy has his questioned or revealed a lot. Add in CC as Marvel instead and it flips a bit to be a man who is well known in his home city whose entire family, non-powered children included, could easily become targets if anyone knew who he was. And he’s deliberately secretive about it for that purpose, he’s protecting his children with his wife. So, perspective, there’s a new hero who comes in with a hero partner who is also their life partner. They have the power of actual gods and titans, they don’t explain anything past some nebulous Wizard they can’t name as to how they got their powers, they are very hush-hush on their normal lives but everyone knows they have to have one. It’s hard to contact them, you don’t know they’re working or traveling or with their kids because you don’t know they do work or that they have kids, so you worry what they’re up to for what seems to be every hour they aren’t begrudgingly saving the world with the rest of the heroes. You catch them talking to the other but the minute they hear you they clam up and change everything about how they were just a second ago, you could swear they were talking about digs or gods or bringing someone home but you don’t know anything because you don’t know them.

Cue the mistrust, the reveals, how it all goes wrong and someone gets hurt, be it the other when they don’t have their powers or their kids and suddenly you’ve pissed off the man who loves his family so much he was tearing the multiverse open to try and keep the timeline going where they were all alive and happy together and the woman who loves those kids just as much. Or, say that reveal had villains get both of the Batsons, and now those heroes have to look those orphans in the eye and beg forgiveness, and when fate still demands its heroes out comes two new ones that make it seem like the whole Batson sham was fake and no way Marilyn and CC were the Marvels, the marvels are still flying around after they’ve gone and gotten dead and buried. Cue those heroes looking at the new Captain and Mary Marvel, knowing it’s the kids they accidentally made orphans wearing the faces of the friends they betrayed.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Spineless (And Spineless' drawing of her god Sergei lol)

[the-woman-upstairs]

Firmly believe that if Ford had joined the Henchmaniacs, he and Pyronica would’ve instantly become besties. Ford finds out she’s a quantum physics genius who burned her city to the ground when she didn’t receive the proper appreciation she so rightfully deserved and is like “oh she’s just like me fr.” They would’ve been a “two queens maximizing their joint slay” dynamic for the ages.

[fluffypotatey]

ok i’m done with my meltdowns over today. imma give y’all some joy what do you want to hear about?

[pettyprocrastination]

Adventures in battling social anxiety by forcing myself to do new things: went to a swing dancing class

[keeps-ache]

happy pride !! <3

[darkwood-sleddog]

Every year new pack designs for dogs come out (thanks @zaryathelaika for notifying me on this one) and I….

Fucking. Why.

Company claims the weight is distributed over the shoulder. Not only is this not the case here (weight is on the dog’s back and perhaps shoulder blades), but the short pannier design ensures that when the dog’s head carriage changes so does the distribution of weight. Notice that on the photos where the head is not affecting the weight and pack that the pack has to be further back to accommodate this, making the weight on the dog’s back).

Below is a properly distributed weight location:

My other issues with the DogPak pack are the location of the girth strap closest to the dog’s armpits. It’s far too close allowing for rub and discomfort. They also show many videos of the dogs running at high speeds with packs which is a big no no (trot I’m fine with, but dogs should not run with weight on them as this puts additional strain on their bodies. Pack will also bounce against the body and can cause bruising depending on what you pack). This goes for both dogs carrying light weight and dog’s carrying heavier weights like mine.

I think at this point in my dog packing career? (Sounds like the wrong word but okay) im sick of seeing companies think they need to reinvent the wheel for these dog packs. Because they almost never do and the packs inevitably end up with major design issues that can be prevented by talking to a single person that packs dogs for real purpose or title. But at the end of the day if these sort of people (like myself) were talked to perhaps it would become clear that there’s not really a gap or NEED in the market for this. That it’s not revolutionary.

[galgadotprivateblog]

[dita-vt]

Dita’s “Downtown Vixen Era”

[osamusbigtits]

"he never..." sakura trails off. the way ino is looking at her makes her blush. it's embarrassing to talk about. sakura clears her throat and tries again. "you know. went down on me, i guess."

ino blinks. "he what? never? not even once?"

sakura knew she was going to regret this conversation. "well, I mean. he was never really home. and after we had sarada there was never really time and it just never happened-"

"sakura, honey." ino places her hand on sakura's thigh and sakura's heartbeat jumps. "that is no excuse."

"well, things didn't work out with him anyway," she mutters and looks away. maybe they should have stayed in the living room. but when ino took her hand and dragged her up into her bedroom, and practically threw sakura onto the bed, sakura couldn't argue.

actually. sakura had long ago become the stronger of the two and could have easily fought ino off. and, well, maybe she didn't want to.

she had always liked the attention from the pretty girl. and her original crush on sasuke was an attempt to keep ino's attention. but where had the whole relationship and even marriage of sasuke gotten her? it was a pathetic, unfulfilling relationship. naruto always held sasuke's full attention. sakura doesn't know why she tried to compete. why had sasuke even agreed to anything with her in the first place?

a soft hand on her cheek pulls sakura out of her thoughts. "hey, stay with me, darling," ino says softly.

when did she get so close? sakura's face flushes bright red. "it's just hard," sakura mumbles. she always feels the need to explain herself when it comes to sasuke.

"i get it," ino says, her thumb gently strokes sakura's cheek. a softness sakura never knew she craved until this very moment. "i get it. don't worry."

sakura doesn't know what washes over her. doesn't understand the intense urge to lean into ino's every touch, doesn't get why she keeps glancing at ino's lips. it's not a want, no, its far stronger than that. a need, a necessity.

she wants ino's hands all over her, to touch and feel. she wants ino's lips on hers, on her neck and chest.

instead, sakura just stares wide-eyed at ino. a little dumb. a little naive. she's been missing out on so much for so long, all over a childhood crush she didn't let go of.

"ino," sakura says softly. there's a desperation in her voice she's never heard before.

ino blushes. face going bright red. it's pretty. it looks good on her. "yeah, sakura?"

sakura doesn't know where she finds the confidence to say it, but she's glad it was there.

"i need you."

and like ino has been waiting for sakura to say those three words for her whole life, she kisses sakura deeply.

sakura wishes she could say she's been kissed like this before. she wishes she could say she's been held like this before. ino's hand on her hip and holding her cheek is all sakura can focus on.

and god, her kisses. intense, yet soft and gentle. slow and careful. it's all sakura can do to follow. she feels a little inexperienced, despite having kissed people before. yeah, people. there was that one drunken night with naruto before he had gotten married. things didn't go far, but... it had definitely awakened something in her. not for naruto, definitely not. but something that had lied dormant, something that needed to be sparked awake.

something that roars inside of her when ino slips her thigh between sakura's legs.

"ino," sakura breathes. she puts her hands on ino's shoulders, needing to pull her closer. she can't let this moment go away, not yet. "ino, please."

"i'll make you feel good, sakura," ino whispers, her voice rough. it shoots to sakura's stomach, heating up. igniting something she's only felt a few times before. "you trust me, right?"

sakura nods, desperate. she brings one hand to the back of ino's neck, pulling her back in.

it's nothing new, but it's all so new. the touching, the warmth, the need, the electricity in her skin.

sakura moans when ino's thigh presses closer, rubbing just right. and sakura can't help but move her hips, desperate to feel that again.

ino breathes out against sakura's lips. "you're making it hard to go slow," she whispers.

"then don't," sakura replies, looking up into ino's beautiful blue eyes, desperate to make her understand. to see what she needs.

ino giggles. "I need to. trust me. you'll thank me for it, babe."

ino gently pushes sakura's shoulder. "lay back, gorgeous. just relax, okay?"

sakura is ready to kiss ino once again, ready to kiss her for hours, and instead ino places a gentle kiss to her chin. a kiss down her jaw, to the sensitive, ticklish skin of her neck. ino has to be able to feel sakura's quick pulse, her quick breathing. its all so much, all feelings she's never felt in such an intense way before.

ino's tongue touches sakura's neck and sakura's body twitches, her legs close around ino's thigh. sakura laughs nervously, a little embarrassed by her reaction.

ino rubs sakura's thigh. "relax, baby," ino whispers against sakura's neck, making the latter shiver. "can i touch you?" she asks.

sakura nods. "yes. yes, please."

sakura's touched herself a few times. a few awkward times. never really understanding what to do, but wanting make herself feel good. but in the end, she didn't get why people did it.

ino sits up and pulls her shirt off. sakura can't help but stare. ino's always been blessed. she's got the perfect body. perfect boobs that seem to defy gravity, a slim waist, wide hips. pale skin laced with scars and stretch marks.

"god, sakura, if i knew you would look at me like that, i would have done this sooner." ino's blushing. sakura made the ever confident, ever loved, perfect ino blush.

"i'm just looking at you," sakura mutters, unable to pull her eyes away.

"come on, don't leave me hanging." ino gently tugs at sakura's shirt.

flustered, embarassed, and feeling way too many feelings, sakura sits up. she looks away from ino as she takes her shirt off. she's never been as pretty as ino. her small boobs sit wide apart from each other and hang sadly. her body is straight, not curved elegantly like ino's. nasty scars tear at her skin, constant reminders of all the things she went through. the horrors she's seen, the battles she's faced. she's never had the same natural beauty the other girls around her have.

not to mention the bit of pudge in her stomach after being pregnant. everything about her is a bit thicker, a bit wider.

and yet, ino beholds sakura like she's a goddess. hands gentle like she's touching an ancient statue. sakura blushes as ino fingers touch the scars and faint bruises.

"you're gorgeous," ino breathes the words like a prayer. "you always have been."

sakura laughs nervously. "you're just saying that."

"I wouldn't lie about this, sakura."

and that intensity, that seriousness, the being worshipped as a holy being, makes sakura feel a hunger she's never felt before. a need that she's needed filled this whole time yet only now is aware of it.

ino leans forward and kisses sakura with a soft intensity. ino pulls sakura's hips closer and pushes her back. and all sakura can do is follow. all she wants to do is follow ino unquestioningly.

so sakura lets herself be kissed, and loved, and cherished in a way she's never felt before. her skin burns where ino touches her and sparks fly when ino's lips touch her skin.

ino kisses soft but reverently. she kisses sakura like a whisper, a prayer, and a bold declaration.

ino's hands slip down sakura's waist, dipping into her leggins. ino returns to take sakura's lips. and sakura gets distracted in the kiss, grabbing onto ino like it's the only thing grounding her.

sakura gasps when ino touches her, where all of the pleasure has been resting, needing, waiting for this. gentle circles make sakura throw her head back. fuck, how has she never figured this out.

"good?" ino asks softly and kisses sakura's neck.

sakura only nods, but good is not a good enough word to describe it. she tries to squeeze her thighs together, only to be stopped by ino's body. she grips the sheets in her hands- ino's pretty lavender sheets.

ino kisses sakura's chest, those soft, sweet kisses. sakura gasps when ino takes her nipple onto her mouth. ino nips lightly and then sucks. sakura arches her back, her hips move of their own accord.

the noises she's making are embarrassing. soft, desperate gasps and moans. but the sounds only seem to increase the hungry look in ino's eyes.

ino's fingers suddenly stop and she pulls away to look sakura in her eyes. the intensity makes her nervous, but her cunt seems to think otherwise.

"let me eat you out," ino says, voice rougher than sakura's ever heard it. it makes her pussy throb. "please, sakura."

sakura needs to keep feeling good. needs to keep this going, to reach that delicious peak she's been hearing of.

and she wants to make ino proud. she wants to keep that look in ino's eyes. the hunger feels so good. but there's also a fondness, a softness in ino's eyes.

if sakura's being completely honest, she brought up sasuke's lack of performance for a reason.

she gets nervous as more clothes get removed, leaving her exposed to the world.

ino gently rubs sakura's thighs. "you can put your shirt back on, if it makes you more comfortable." sakura hesitates. "really, sweetie, I don't mind."

sakura instead grabs the oversized t-shirt ino was wearing and puts it on. ino's eyes flash with an emotion sakura's never seen before.

wait. yes, she has seen it. between sasuke and naruto. when someone else says something about either of them. that intensity, that need-

it's possession.

and maybe it's that look that gives sakura a little confidence. maybe it's what makes sakura spread her legs and give ino a little pout.

and then ino's mouth is finally on sakura's cunt and sakura feels so good.

her tongue is even better than her fingers felt. ino's hands hold sakura's thighs firmly, fingers digging into the toned muscles there.

sakura throws her hand into ino's soft blond hair. sakura feels like she's unable to control herself. she tugs at ino's hair and moans loud and unashamed.

it feels too much and not enough at once. sakura begs, but she doesn't even know what she's begging for.

ino gives a breathy laugh against sakura's soaking cunt and sakura shudders. ino places an open-mouthed, wet kiss against sakura's cunt and sakura's hips jerk. "feeling good?"

sakura groans. "don't stop, please."

ino licks sakura's pussy, like she's savoring the taste. "you're doing so good, sakura," ino says softly and takes another lick. sakura thinks she's forgetting how to breathe. "sound so pretty for me."

sakura swears as her pussy clenches around nothing. she wants something to fill her up, but she doesn't know what or even how to ask. all words in her brain turn to syrup. every word she tries to form just turns into a moan or a whine as she begs.

as if knowing exactly what sakura wants, two fingers delve into her cunt and ino's back to suck at sakura's clit with no warning. sakura cries out at her back arches away from the bed. all she can do is hold on to the sheets for dear life, like it's the only thing keeping her from floating away.

the pleasure is building and building. she feels like a volcano about to erupt.

ino curls her fingers and sakura explodes. her body shakes, moaning loud. she feels new again, whole and complete.

sakura tries to push ino away but ino doesn't stop until sakura's nerves stop tingling with pleasure.

sakura gasps, trying to catch her breath only for ino to shove her tongue in sakura's mouth. and sakura moans and kisses back.

she feels fuzzy around the edges. a little dizzy with the lingering electricity.

sakura manages to meet ino's eyes. "why haven't we done that sooner?"

ino giggles. "I think you, sweetie. let's take a bath, yeah? I don't want to be done with you yet."

sakura is quick to follow ino's lead. just as she always has been.