#god imagine making art that is just so fucking cool

[clumsypuppy]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[anotherdescentintomadness]

I don’t share all the Wang YiBo things, because there are accounts far better than mine doing that important work but THIS HOLY SHIT

[artystary]

I've been watching some Vtuber videos lol, felt like creating something and redesigned my persona for the 4th time lol

[evilminji]

You think the Zone has its version of Comic Con?

Like? Think about it. You have literally all of time to work on it, your Magnum Opus, your life's work. That DREAM comic. All the supplies you could ever wish for. Endless paper. Endless ink. You can practice and practice for CENTURIES until it's JUST right.

Wouldn't you want to share it?

There are definitely Ghosts who have Obsessions that make them collect.

And two people meeting would lead to a group. Lead to a bigger group. Lead to a large group. A gathering. A crowd even. Eventually you need a Lair to meet IN. It becomes An Event.

People hear about it.

Want to bring other art mediums. Food stalls. Report on it. It grows. Shoot offs start happening. Niche meet ups.

But like?

Unlike comic con? It's all FREE. Sure, you might have fork over the ecto to make your copy. And yeah, weaker ghosts can only do that so many times. Will have to prioritize. But? They can come back after leaving for a nap. Ask a buddy to come with. There ARE work arounds.

Just? Imagine the unbelievable HIPE? Danny would feel? But be unable to TELL anyone about? Zone Con happens several times a year! Cause so many people wanna come. The Zone being infinite, after all.

Problem 1? They're using THEIR standard of a "year". Which is actual 5 earth years. So it's only happens every year and a half for him. And Problem 2? He can't even TALK about how excited he is about Z Con with anyone (outside his friends and family) because they haven't heard of it and might Ask Questions.

It's ALSO held in a part of the Zone that's like? Three days of flying away from the portal. And no amount of begging is gonna get any of his loved ones to camp in the Speeder for around six-ish days just to go to a Con.

So you can imagine his DELIGHT. His utter JOY and *Target Spotted* "!!!" Noise, when? In the crowd? He spots A HUMAN! Hi fellow human!!! Omg, wanna be Con Besties? *doesn't even wait for an answer*

So now? This sad, blonde, deeply lost and kinda alarmed, trench coat dude? Is Danny's new Z Con Going Bestie! You got a map yet, bestie? No? That's cool, he has one. By the way, he has human food in the Speeder if you nee-

YES!

Cause, see, here's the THING. John? Lost to the Realms Infinte. Or Infinte Realms. Translation was iffy... and on fire... like the rest of the building. It was him or the kids those psychos had kidnapped, for what fucked "ritual" the voices in their heads, that THEY thought were demons but frankly he's pretty sure was just feedback from-

Look, doesn't matter, he had to choose. He always knew someday he'd have too. That even twisting Luck and talking fast wouldn't quite be enough. And he had to decide, in that moment, which outcome mattered more to him. They get out safe, or he does.

Wasn't much of a question, was it?

So, there he is. Staring down oblivion and all those debts unpaid. 'Bout to see who's gonna come for him this time, and take what left of wretched soul. When? He bleeds on the FUCKIN two-bit crap circle they squiggled in God only knows what. Remembers that "oh YEAH, set dressings!" Sometimes when you focus too hard on insuring a Good Outcome?

You weird weird as shit byproducts happening on the side to balance it all out.

Or BAD ones.

He wakes up someone fucking green and crowded. For the life of him can't tell you which one it is. And THAT was of course, bout two days ago.

Biggest and most immediate problem? He... does NOT recognize what flavor of magical fuckery this is. Doesn't seem Fae. And doesn't smell like Hell. There are... there are honest to God BOOTH BABES hanging around. Hunks too. The view is LOVELY.

And nerdy.

Very, very nerdy.

But he isn't THAT out of touch. So he should recognize SOMETHING. Or at least the languages. But nope! It's like aliens and magic had a nerd baby and dipped it in GREEN. And the worst thing? Is there is food everywhere, but it all glows and John's not stupid enough to eat it.

Then? Sweet merciful fuck. Salvation! Some teeny bopper Barely No Longer Teen fresh faced INFANT of a Hero kid. With a SHIP. Who has FOOD and a clear idea of where they are. Hello~ John's new BEST FRIEND. Yes. Absolutely. Con Buddies, whatever.

Just feed me, kid.

Only? Once he inhales like 5 "Fenton rations"? He only gets half way through introducing himself before getting interrupted. Kid hears "magic" and "occult Detective" and just? Goes "oh! So you wanna check out the magic Ally with me? Sam wanted me to pick up some witchy stuff!"

..............how magic?

(In Which? Constantine becomes Danny's interdimensional Con buddy)

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @nerdpoe

[frudoo]

I am a plague tonight and I’m making it your problem 💀

John Price x tattoo artist reader… he finds them cos they specialise in neo trad stuff. The boys keep teasing him that his tattoos are aging worse than he is, colour fading and lines blurring, so John decides to treat himself, have a little self care time getting poked.

Doesn’t hurt at all, not with that pretty face poking him. Doesn’t she look so sweet when she concentrates?! Obvs he can’t help but imagine what else he could absorb her time with.

Spoiler alert it’s him

Emmy! Here's nearly 1,850 words worth of a prompt you sent me last year (oops)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Needles, obviously. Suggestive. Fem!Reader. MDNI.

Muppets, the lot of them, guffawing at their beloved captain over the rims of their condensed glasses. John is far from tipsy but not quite stone cold sober, a nice buzz brewing in his brain. It blissfully distracts from the idiocy of his drunken team and their jabs at him. 

     “Fookin’-” Johnny hiccups, then continues. “Ah reckon they’re fookin’ ancient! Wha’, Cap, did ye steal yer designs from a bleedin’ museum? The- the hero… herogilfibs… the heir-?”

     “Hieroglyphics, y’knobhead,” Simon snorts, smacking the back of the Scotsman’s neck as he finishes the last of his drink. 

     “Tav’s go’ a poin’, sir,” Kyle grins mischievously. “Ya tattoos really are lookin’ worse than ya face, ol’ man.”

     “Shove it up your arses,” John rolls his eyes, tossing back the rest of his beer before slamming the bottle down on the table. “You’re all coverin’ my tab.”

     Slurred protests and pleas fall from the other three men’s lips as John leaves the bar without so much as a look back. The cool rush of evening air hits him, and John breathes it in gratefully. The smell of booze was starting to give him a migraine. 

     As he heads in the direction of his flat, the streetlights illuminate what little of his tattoos show past the sleeves of his t-shirt. The guys are right—his tattoos that were once vibrant and full of color have dulled, much like… well, himself.

     God, when’s the last time he did something for himself that didn’t include going out to the pub or rotting in bed all day while on leave? He’s not even fucking forty yet, and still his knees creak, and his face is bone-dry, and there is nothing to celebrate in his life besides the fact that he’s been able to avoid death for this long. He’s in desperate need of something to look forward to other than piles of paperwork and the crippling knowledge that his next mission could very well be his last. That’s hardly any comfort.

     He checks his phone and grumbles when he sees that it’s only eight o’clock. Fucking hell, he’s displaying more old man tendencies than he thought. He weighs his options; there’s no way in hell he’s walking back into that pub and risking more lighthearted insults—or, worse, actually having to pay for his own drinks. He could head back home and climb into bed, staring at the ceiling until it hurts to shut his dried out eyes. Neither choice is more attractive to him. With a groan, he turns on his heel and heads in the opposite direction of his flat, determined to find something to occupy his time. 

     It’s either fate, luck, or some sick joke that he ends up standing face-to-face with a little tattoo shop. He scans the outside of the brick foundation, reading the poster that they have hanging in the window. There are three artists here that specialize in realistic black and grey, and another who specializes in color. Back when John first got his tattoos, he wasn’t interested in having a certain style, he simply just pointed at the wall and told his artist to put it on him. 

     John sighs and reluctantly walks into the shop, looking around at all the art on the walls. It’s beautiful, of course, with intricate details in both large and small works done by the talented artists. Hopefully they’re as good with tattoo machines as they are with pencils and markers. 

     “Can I help you?” 

     John turns toward the voice behind the counter, his eyes widening slightly as he sees, quite possibly, the most gorgeous woman to ever live. Captain John Price, the big, scary bear of a man, whose mere presence is enough to demand respect, stammers over his words.

     “I-I, uh… I’m looking to g-get, erm…”

     “Sir, if you don’t know what you want, you’re welcome to have a seat and figure it out, or stop wasting my time,” the deity raises an eyebrow and John feels all the blood in his body rush south.

     “Tattoos! I-I need to get my tattoos… replenished?” He hums, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. 

     “Can I see what we’re working with?” 

     John is quick to roll up his sleeves, revealing sad, sun-worn ink. When your fingertips gently brush over the work on his freckled skin, he has to will every goosebump threatening to rise to stay beneath the surface. 

     “Damn, when did you get these done? The Renaissance era?” You joke, huffing through your nose as you look up at him. 

     “Been told they look pretty rough,” John grunts. 

     “Nothing I can’t handle. How much were you expecting to get done tonight?” You cross your arms over your torso—the man is fighting demons trying not to stare at the delicious crease of your cleavage.

     “What time does the shop close?” 

     “How much money you got?”

     “Touché.”

     With a giggle that makes birdsong seem more akin to nails on a chalkboard, you lead him back to your station, plopping a clipboard of paperwork into his lap the moment he slides into the chair. Once he’s finished filling out all the forms, John takes a moment to admire the canvases decorating your area, humming with approval. It’s all clean, perfectly neat work. There’s no doubt in his mind that you’ll be able to turn the eyesore that is his old tattoos into something worthy of being displayed in a gallery. 

     You slump into your own chair, motioning for him to roll up his sleeve once again. He complies, of course.

     “Since it’s just your bicep, I’m thinking we can get this arm done tonight if everything goes smoothly, which I expect it will,” you explain. 

     “Sounds good to me,” John smiles.

     You grin in satisfaction, giving him a small nod as you snap on a pair of sterile gloves. While you shave and prep his skin, he leans back against the headrest, allowing his eyes to shut peacefully. It’s nice, knowing he��s doing this for his own benefit, not for the greater good of the world or the men in suits who order him around to do their dirty work for them. When he hears the first buzz of your machine, he opens one eye long enough to watch as you bring it to his skin. 

     “Ready?” You ask, and he hums his confirmation.

     As expected, it doesn’t hurt. Not really. Compared to the countless injuries he’s sustained on the field—bullet wounds, knives to the abdomen, things he’d rather not think about at the moment—the pain is nothing. If anything, it brings him comfort. If he’s not hurting somewhere at all times, he tends to forget he’s alive. 

     “Considering you got these done back when dinosaurs were roaming around, it’s pretty good work,” you tease, and that makes his head perk up. 

     “Got jokes, do ya?” He muses. 

     “Oh, plenty. The night’s still young,” you wink up at him and John thinks he sees stars.

     Truly, you are ethereal, tattoos of your own scattered across your supple skin. His crystal blue eyes trace over every inch of your face—the way your tongue catches between your teeth while you work on the smaller details, the scrunch in your brow as you trace over the thicker lines. You do the tiniest little dance between each stroke, and it makes him chuckle. He can’t help but admire you.

     “Got a staring problem?” You tease, taking a break from filling in the outlines to wipe away the blood. 

     John’s face flushes, and he pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand in embarrassment. He’s hardly a humorless man, but the way you joke with him so freely has him blushing like an idiot. 

     “It’s okay. I’m used to elderly men checking me out.”

     John groans as you cackle at your own words, but in reality it amuses him to no end. 

     “Do I really look that bloody old?” He grumbles.

     “Nah, I’m just messing with you. You’re kinda… I mean, you’re a dilf,” you shrug.

     “I’m a fuckin’ what?”

     “Let’s just say that there’s a niche and you fill it perfectly,” you grin widely, enjoying the confusion written on his features. 

     He’s silent for a long moment, only the music playing over the speakers and the soft hum of your machine audible. Every time you move even slightly, his gaze follows. Normally, if it were anyone else you’d be uncomfortable, but he’s so charming and handsome. You welcome it, really. 

     “Do you have a wife? Kids?” You break the silence, meeting his eye briefly while you dip the needle into some more ink.

     “Not hardly,” he answers, sucking his teeth. “Not for lack o’tryin’, though.”

     “Sorry to hear that,” you bite your bottom lip, feeling bad for bringing the subject up.

     “I’m not. It’s just reality that no woman goes after a grumpy ol’ man past his prime,” John chuckles humorlessly. 

     “Bullshit,” you roll your eyes. “You’re fucking hot. I bet there’s a whole group of women drooling over you that you’re not even aware of.”

     “You seem pretty certain,” John raises his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curling just barely upward.

     “I told you, there’s a niche that you fill,” you double down on your statement, beginning to fill the linework of the final piece on his arm with color. “And, maybe, I just so happen to be an enjoyer of that niche.”

     John’s heart skips a beat. His fingers twitch with excitement, and he can no longer hold back a smile.

     “That right, love?”

     “Ah, don’t go getting a big head, now,” you laugh, sniffling softly. 

     “Well, you sure know how to inflate a man’s ego,” he jokes. 

     “Keep that shit up and I’m charging you extra!”

     “Do that and I won’t give you a tip.”

     “Which kind?” You ask, biting back a snort as you watch his face contort with a scandalized look.

     “Cheeky fuckin’ thing, you!” 

     Your shoulders bounce with your laughter as you finish the final touches of his last tattoo. You clean the entire area of his raw skin with alcohol wipes before carefully covering it with a few large pieces of saniderm. You smooth the wrap out gently, ensuring that there are no air bubbles. Satisfied, you lean back in your seat, disposing of your used needles and other supplies.

     “You’ll leave this first saniderm on for about 24 hours, then you can take it off and gently wash the tattoos with unscented soap and warm water,” you explain, spinning your chair to face him. “You can come back to me tomorrow night, and I’ll replace the saniderm for you.”

     “I’m all set, then?” He asks softly, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

     “Yes, sir,” you beam, telling him the amount he owes you. “Wait, one thing, though—I never asked for your name.”

     “It’s John, love.”

     “Well then, John,” you hum, handing him one of your business cards that oh-so-conveniently has your personal number written on the back. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

     The man slips your card into his wallet, radiant, sparkling eyes meeting your own as he stands.

     “I guess you will.”

[ghostgirl-22]

If you saw me post this and accidentally delete the ask and everything, no you didn’t 😭

But yeah anon. Patrick would do anything for him.  Make a mess of him before his first hook up with the prettiest girl in school. Just because he feels like it, just because he can. Because Art’s his best friend. His.  

He’s an amazing friend.

CW: 18+ NSFW 

——-

“Is it okay?” Art asks. He’s dressed up so nice in one of Patrick’s smaller sweaters, its cloudy blue like his eyes. He’s got on fitted black jeans, and a brown leather jacket. He looks so good, smells so good, like black cherry and tobacco, this expensive cologne that he only wears when he thinks he might get laid. 

He’s visibly nervous. Chewing incessantly on spearmint gum. Always nervous about his first time with a new girl. Patrick doesn’t know why, if he was a pretty girl he’d be wet the moment Art turned that shy little smile in his direction. He doesn’t need to dress up, pretty boy. He got Kennedy Sawyer’s attention in sweatpants and a t-shirt while he was arguing with Patrick over final fantasy play styles at breakfast.

But that’s not important. What’s important is Patrick just wants to help. Art is his best friend after all. He sits up on his bed, dropping his game controller. “Come ‘ere,” he says. Art checks his hair in the mirror for the third time and then approaches Patrick, eyes dilated, nerves making him run his sweaty palms awkwardly over his jeans.  That’s when it catches Patrick’s eye. He teases his finger tips up Art’s thighs up to the bulge along his hip, it’s not obvious but Patrick knows him so well, knows how he tries to hide it, but Patrick can tell that he’s hard. “I can’t calm down,” Art admits quietly. 

“You wanna know my secret?” Patrick asks, gripping at either side of his unzipped jacket and pulling him closer. “Like how I stay cool when I’m out with a beautiful girl?” 

Art looks hopeful that Patrick’s about to tell him the secret to life. “How?” 

Patrick tugs Art a little bit closer so he’s got a leg on either side of one of Patrick’s thighs. “I like to rub one out first…  just to help my nerves.”

“I um—really?” Art studies him, trying to decide whether Patrick means it or if he's full of shit. “No fucking way,” he decides, followed by that stupid pretty smile of his, the one that makes Patrick want to get on his knees. 

“I’m so serious,” that smile is contagious even when Arts annoyed. Patrick keeps his grip on Art’s jacket to hold him in place. “It helps, I promise. Especially if she’s really pretty, like Kennedy is. Plus it helps so I don’t finish too fast when we…” he looks up at Art's pretty blue eyes, letting him fill in the blank.

He’s chewing again. Anxious. He definitely has that “too fast” issue. He gets so excited. Patrick still touches himself remembering the night Art asked him, red faced and shy to please show him how to French kiss. Not even two minutes with Patrick’s tongue in his mouth and he’d already cum in his pants and got so embarrassed he nearly cried. Doesn’t even get how gorgeous he is. 

Oh. Patrick just wants to help him. Wants to help him so bad. He’s his best friend after all. Patrick can just imagine Art, soft and sweet and so gentle with her. Fucking into her, losing it too fast and promising he can do it again. Tears of shame in his eyes. God, Patrick kinda wants to be her. 

“I guess I should…” Art says quietly, bringing Patrick back from his thoughts. His expression thoughtful, his tongue, eager as he plays with his gum in his mouth. 

“I mean… what could it hurt?” Patrick shrugs, grabbing at Arts belt buckle.

“Um…” Art blinks, confused. He’s so smart but stupid about some things. He gets with the program fast enough, once Patrick’s got his hands on him. God, he’s hard. So fucking hard he’s already leaking into his boxers, can’t calm down. Let’s Patrick pull him onto his lap as his breathing picks up. “Patrick, no, it’s late. ‘m gonna be late,” he sounds a little panicky, but he’s gripping at Patrick’s biceps as they both look down at his lap, Patrick’s hand working inside his boxers. 

“No, it’s okay, I promise,” Patrick whispers. Not sure what he’s promising, he’s already lost the plot. Art smells so good. Patrick always wonders if he tastes as good as he smells in this cologne. He licks a stripe up the side of his throat, kisses his way up to Art's lips. Petal soft and minty, Art opens up right away. His mouth heated and… oh so wet. He scoots closer, his neatly ironed shirt getting wrinkled because he’s pressed up against Patrick’s body. His fingers tangled in Patrick’s hair. The kiss getting sloppier, sticky gum sliding back and forth between them. He’s chaos. So good at keeping it all in until he can’t. 

If Patrick wasn’t hard from the moment Art got back to the room to get ready for his little date he’d be gone by now. Patrick is dizzy, swallowing on Art’s helpless little gasps, the kinda kissing that can make Art come untouched. But Patrick wants to touch him,  bucks his hips up so Art can feel him. It’s not too long before Art is just mouthing him, no technique no nothing, just opened mouth moaning against Patrick’s lips. Patrick’s heart is racing, the blood pounding in his ears. He’s on the brink. 

“Tell me what you wanna do to her?” Patrick mutters hot, against his lips, hand gripping tighter, moving faster. You’ve been so patient for two months. So good… I bet you can’t wait to fuck into her wet dripping cunt…”  

“God Patrick…I want it so bad,” He whines. “I wanna— wanna fuck— fuck—” 

“Yeah?” Patrick coaxes, as if any of this is coherent.

“God Patrick, Patrick,” it’s all he can manage before spilling it everywhere, heated sticky pearls of white all over that neatly pressed blue shirt and black jeans. The image of it makes Patrick lose it, breathless in his pants. They’re both sitting there, catching their breaths. A soft sheen of sweat visible on Art’s forehead, his skin mildly flushed.

”Fuck,” Art whispers after a minute. “My…my clothes.” 

“Yeah,” Patrick sighs, leaning back on the bed, letting the mess on his palm spread onto his sheets. “Shoulda done it before you got dressed probably…” 

Art takes a deep breath and pushes himself up to his feet, while simultaneously trying to straighten himself out. Patrick watches him, mildly amused. “I have to change… do you um… do you have another shirt?”

”I mean… I think what you were wearing is perfect. God. It really brings out your eyes.”

”Well I can’t wear it now, and I’m already late, god I’m supposed to meet her out front in ten minutes. We’re gonna miss the movie and the next show is not till 8 and we won’t make dinner before curfew and Ms. Henderson will be sitting outside the girls dorm and—” He’s started talking so fast he’s getting pitchy.  

“Hey I got a crazy idea,” Patrick interrupts and Art stares at him, so pathetically frustrated but also covered in jizz. It almost makes Patrick laugh but he stops himself. “This is supposed to be special, right? Why don’t you wait till tomorrow night? You can wash everything and you know… we can do it before you get dressed next time.”

”No we are not doing that again,” Art says determinedly, because he’s so sated and in his right mind.  

“Well you can then,” Patrick shrugs, smirking. 

Art rolls his eyes and goes to pick up his phone from the charger to text her the change of plans. Patrick goes into the bathroom to clean up a bit. 

“I’m gonna be hungry, should we order pizza?” Art calls from the room. 

“Yeah,” Patrick says, smiling to himself in the mirror. “Definitely.” 

[the-real-couchrat]

Post ending / rescue AU / recovering Curly is everything to me, so I’m making a list of other people’s posts that feature him. (The links will connect to a reblog of them in case anything ever happens to the original post)

If anyone ever see’s posts like these ones, PLEASE tag me in a reblog!! All posts are welcome, not just art!

Please note that I don’t decide what to add to this list based on shipping, opinions on the metaphors in the game, the accuracy of burn scars, the morality of Curly, or anything else that causes discourse in the fandom. I just add any posts that I come across that include Curly recovering from his injuries in any way. Prosthetics, wheelchair, wig, crutches, It just needs to have him in better shape than when he first got injured.

No NSFW

(Also this post is edited to add new ones when I find them)

Rehabilitated Curly

Party with no Jimmy

Stand around in medbay party (Idk if this counts, but he has prosthetics so I'm saying it does)

Happy abortion!

Post-ending speculation (text)

20 years later (I AM NOT WORTHY TO LOOK UPON THIS WITH MY MERE MORTAL EYES)

ANYA’S GRADUATION DAY

Post ending

Rescue/Recovery AU

My own post! (text)

Aftermath Curly

Good ending

Best way to approach captain’s disability?

A little sketch

They care

“I wouldn’t want to frighten her”

Anya doesn’t quite overdose

They’re safe

Guys rate my fanart

WWI face prosthetics

Less fucked up Curly AU

Fix-it type AU

Silly recovering time

Curly got some gifts for his b-day

Imagine Curly survived (twitter)

Curly with a service dog

I’m not a dog and you’re not a mare

Drawing the dentalcare crew (does this count?)

The quality will not be questioned

Fix-it AU

Want to make Curly some cool new mechanical hands so he can strangle Jimmy

One can dream

He’s got a wig now

Happy ending where they all survive (devianart)

It hurt my heart (twitter)

God forbid I get sick (translated?)

This might be controversial but… (text)

Let’s get you out of the house!

Cyberpunk AU

Cartoons with breakfast

Old-school surgeries (text)

Post-ending fic prompt (text)

Post-rescue AU curlyana

Post-rescue curlyana part two

Why is this goddamn white boy so hard to draw?

Captain stop infodumping the baby

Maybe never forgive

Draw Captain Curly having a prosthetic limb

Curly from Mouthwashing (good ending)

This is how I imagine Curly post OP

whats the worse fate, whatd be better for the tulpar crew

Wip

🐈

Mouthwashing AU (Reddit)

Curly if he survives (Reddit)

My own art

I’ll give him smoochies, prosthetics, and skin grafts

Art dump time✨

Hoppin on da trendin train

The crew built curly a mechanical hand

How to give Captain Curly a voice (idk if this technically counts, but it’s a disability aid so I will)

Doodle of the Tulpar crew post-rescue!

New hyperfixation just dropped

Hi Tumblr. Funny seeing you here

Another rehabilitated Curly

Who up washing they mouth rn

Don’t use the dog buttons (text)

Haunted part one and two

Prosthetics

AU were someone saves them

Mouthwashing doodles

A New Ladder-Reader x Curly (I’ll add the original art videos when I can) (also I didnt read it. if someone did read it, please let me know if it’s SFW)

I know he always have his headphones on

More rehabilitated Curly✨

You guys like this right

Anya, what’s it like working as a medic on a spaceship?

This is how we can still get the good ending

“I’m sorry Anya”

More cringe mouthwashing art be upon thee

Curly’s happy (and recovering) ending

Writing an AU of mouthwashing where the crew survives

Most people seem to be giving him prosthetics…

Doing a bit of study

2

Ladonb Kokosa (TikTok account, LOTS of great videos )

Giving the mouthwashing characters what they deserve (TikTok)

Zest for life

How I think the Tulpar crew would make YT videos

Some recovered Curly art

Edit: I am no longer seeking out these posts, and new ones will only be added if I’m tagged or such

[scribblestatic]

So, like, if you've read SVSSS far enough, you know about the Bingmei vs Bingge part. And there's all sorts of stories with Bingge (basically a PIDW Binghe, not SVSSS Binghe) finding his own shizun in various ways.

Well, what about if he manages to summon a Shen Yuan, but his soul is in Shen Jiu's body? Which, like, wouldn't really be a problem, except he's already been torturing Shen Jiu for a good while now and he's down an eye and all of his limbs are mostly stubs at this point. Thankfully he still has his tongue and penis, which, after so often demanding Shen Jiu be castrated, he's pretty jazzed that didn't happen.

Shen Yuan, being the absolute freak he is, probably wouldn't mind too much. After all, he'd read this part of the story and cheered it on. Just cause he's now experiencing it himself, doesn't mean the revenge was any less cathartic.

Though, well, the dreams he has about what Shen Jiu went through does dampen his enjoyment of his suffering (so many lives lost that he can do nothing about, so much torment that just cycled on because no one thought to seek help, because the world was built so firmly on cruelty)...

And perhaps he'd woken up sobbing at times, crying his apologies to Binghe as though he was the one who had done all those terrible things to him, but he didn't, but those dreams were so vivid and felt so real

The girls at the Warm Red Pavilion, were they okay? Shen Jiu never had sex with them, only kept company to avoid the boys when he couldn't sleep and trained them in the four arts and gathered information from them, gods, he'd misunderstood Shen Jiu and thought him a remorseless villain and enemy to women

Liu Qingge, fuck--

At least now he can help Binghe actually enjoy his life and perhaps stop the cycle of abuse from continuing. Besides, cool motive, Shen Jiu, still child torment. And though the results were quite drastic, it was the dog-eat-dog world of xianxia China, and life was generally unfair. No reason to make Binghe's life needlessly unfair on top of everything.

But yeah! Now that he's in Shen Jiu's body, he and Luo Binghe get to talk, and Binghe, for the first time in his life, experiences regret for his actions, because now his lovely new kind shizun can't card his fingers through his hair or twist little braids into it. Moreover, Shen Yuan somewhat mourns over the fact Binghe's hair is straightened--he loved reading about his bouncy curls.

So now, imagining that, after time, Shen Yuan becomes a more prominent figure in the empire, especially post-marriage. He has a lovely eyepatch and wears soft red, black, and gold clothes, heavy on the red and gold. This nearly limbless man helps Luo Binghe do his taxes and works out various tips on using beasts to the benefit of the empire and remembering small notes about other races that allows the Demon Emperor to be both magnanimous and fierce in whomever's eyes he meets.

Others can't decide if Shen Qingqiu's mind was utterly broken, if he was cursed to act against his own will, or if he was possessed by some strange spirit. Regardless, the realms have never been in such peace before now.

Moreover, Luo Binghe has started changing.

While he can never regain the height lost to a childhood full of suffering and a lack of nutrients, he can change in other ways. He actually eats healthier because Shen Yuan insists on having him eat as well. He steadily stops straightening his hair, letting his curls return until they're like clouds. His muscles grow in firmer and his chest broadens.

Also, as he and his kind shizun speak further, even though he explores the worst parts of himself and uncovers those dirty, evil deeds and the ways they truly hurt him, Xin Mo doesn't get the chance to latch onto them anymore. As painful as discussing those things are...releasing them is exceptionally freeing. So, a sense of inner strength and ease he never had before starts to settle in his body, and his qi, usually constantly battling, stabilizes more than before, his heart demons no longer so adamant or strong.

As a side-effect of both parts, he was already handsome, but now, he's even more so. A wise, secure man no longer so strongly gripped by hatred, lust, or greed. Someone unforgivable to many, but becoming okay with forgiving himself.

Indeed, what a man!

Which is kinda a shame for Luo Binghe's many wives, because he's been heavily trimming down on his harem. Political marriages are substituted for other exchanges, fervent troublemakers are sent back to their homes (the ones who dared to attack his A'Yuan are never heard from again, strangely), and wives who simply ask for divorce are granted them, receiving a hefty gift for at least being loyal whilst married.

So, previously, a harem once numbering into the hundreds falls to the tens, and the remaining ones are either ambivalent or antsy.

Then, as though to answer everyone's burgeoning questions, he names Shen Yuan his empress during a meeting and proclaims that they will make preparations for his crowning ceremony.

I feel like that'd really set off what remained of Cian Qiong Mountain Sect.

Hmm... I think I'll talk more about this later.

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Part 1: here Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11+: links on Part 10

AO3

[the-moon-files]

so... my interpretation of guide!reader may be vastly different from others but with my vast assimilation of yours and others content, this is my variation of the one I like envisioning involving concepts such as yours (Humans are NOT Hylians and Guide!Reader) so this is my official start to the ramblings *DEEP INHALE*

when I read the post about reader losing their sord and just punching the monsters and it is working along with the other links being amazed

I imagine that because of the fact that hylian's are so light that they didn't put that much into the growth of physical arts

they can punch and kick fine but that's more so used for scraps agents one another, rather than in fights against monsters

hylian's don't have enough strength or weight to have it be worth it on the battlefield

its much more worth their time and energy to learn things like swordsmanship or artery, and be nimble

but guide dose have: the muscle, weight, durability and training necessary for such a strategy to be worth it

It would be more effective for the reader to use the Muay Thai and Taekwondo they worked so hard on instead of learning something new

_*looking respectfully

I can imagine that this levees them beater of physically than most (*cough* me *cough*)

leveeing them much more prepared

along with giving them a lot more... muscle...

Link's(-wind):... please crush me between your thighs

Guide!Reader: what?

Link's(-wind): what.

I know that it has been said that reader is shorter than time, but I personally like them slightly bigger than time

you know... forehead kissing rang

so it's only slightly less awkward to pick them up

I think their deep honey like voice could be compared to their slightly dark honey-colored eyes

someone like legend would appreciate how their eyes turn golden in the sun light, shining like no ring on his finger

Hyrule loves how they feel different from the cold sweetness of sugar water, instead they feel like rich honey and warm cinnamene

wild remembers them as there very first true companion and comfort

to wars, an immovable force, never leveeing their side

that's all I have fore now, but be warned...

I'll be back!

and I'm putting them in a dress (:<

AHH SORRY FOR LATE REPLY U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IVE BEEN HOGGING THIS TO MYSELF

Martial arts reader/Mc my beloved <333

U sent in ART TOO??!!!! 😭🙏

i love stuff like this sm ur style is so 😳💌💘💝💖💓💞💕❤️‍🔥🙈

The bit abt hylians not needing as much/making intricate martial arts/making their body be the weapon is so peak worldbuilding, if i had an official stamp to say smth is canon in my little HaNH AU (Humans are Not Hylians) i would stamp this 10x over

Acc u know what one sec

Since u made art, have some shitty meme art in return

LMAO its shitty but i hope u know it is the biggest support i can give you, like GOD the ART i keep coming back and Also. Looking Respectfully.

And this is the biggest thank you i could give for sharing this w/me!!

Ok spam headcanons?? Sorta

CONTENT WARNINGS: MILDLY SUGGESTIVE? CONTENT, 16+/18+ MATURER AUDIENCES RECOMMENDED.

COULD YOU IMAGINEEEEE

How the Hylians view Wrestling.

Like, your knuckles/elbows/knees (the parts where thers not as much fat to protect) start to bleed punching armored monsters/arms get tired and you just-

Wrap ur legs around a lynels neck and spin around their neck, using your body weight to drag and lay that bitch Out.

(This is a Real Martial Arts move Ive fucking seen a gif of hold on i NEED to find it- FUCK i cant find it but try youtube and see if yall can find it, its So Real i promise, it was on tumblr at one point)

Who's swooning? Not all 8 Links, nope-

Links, externally (+Wind genuinely): Hahaha, u can crush a watermelow open between ur thighs?? Omg thats so cool- !! 😃

Links, internally (-wind): omfTRIPLEGODDESSES- DID U SEE THAT?? IT WASNT JUST ME RIGHT??? SO WE ALL LOWKEY WANNA,, RIGHT??? 🙊😶🙈😳😳😳(Making eye contact w/each other and communicating this silently, everyone going super red/turning away/ears twitching)

Wind makes you do like another 4 watermelons bc its genuinely so impressive to him (does he think its hilarious to watch the others get all embarassed? Hell yeah- what else are little brothers supposed to do??)

Okay but OG asker/Snack Eater DID NOT emphasize how insane a Muay Thai fighter in HaNH AU would go???

If u dont know, Muay Thai is DEADLY-DEADLY kinda martial arts, like it has been considered assault with a deadly weapon before i think/been banned a lot of other fighting places outside its country of origin? I think its Thailand?

Anyway Thailand is fucking crazy for not having a higher rate of murders acredited to this martial art, bc guys, they use Elbows and Knees in their moves.

Like. That's banned/outright no moves created/or at least taught, a lot of the time in other martial arts from diff places.

Like that kills people. So easily. 😃

Like, the Chain already knows ur deadly, but when u reveal (having done the Honorable/Give Them A Fair Chance Thing) and not used Elbows or Knees yet, only to get into the harder enemies like boss fights and suddenly get real close (!!! What are you doing Guide Back Up-!!)

And whip out an elbow, crack the motherfucker straight in the head, and watch the thing immediately flatline right before their eyes??

Its like seeing a biblically accurate angel descend.

Like their in awe, but also scared? But its also like feeding into the awe?? Jaws have dropped.

U tell them that Elbows and Knees are even banned back home, and every single Link is like "Understandable. Obviously. But also, oh my goddess?? A move even the Humans banned?? Bc its so deadly???"

Wind: "..."

Wind: "...hey. Can you kill Gods? ...Can you kill Ganon?"

(The entire Chain goes silent in shock before exploding into Exsistential Crisis Mode, it takes Time/Wars like 5 minutes to recover from this information/experience enough to get up and calm everyone down lmao)

ALSO???

On a completely diff note-

Shorted Links, Taller Guide Reader my beloved?? <<<3333

Oh i def been leaning towards some Links are taller bc i think the imagery of you picking them up easily is funny (what can i say I live to embarass/try and fluster Time/Twi)

But you being taller?? Sign me tf up babe I have NOTHING against that, and am ALL for it????

Like u go thru a triangle portal/wake up from playing Loz and the Links are all shorter than you?? blessings rain down upon us like????

Twi/Time/Wars (who i headcanon as the tallest Links, in that order, along with Sky when he stops slouching lol)

And for Twilight to just be forehead kissing height?!

(He might've realized he's got a thing for lowkey feeling like worshipping ppl taller than him, bc other than the few humans who did live in Ordon, he was the tallest Hylian)

Time adores looking up at you, like u swear you saw his ears flapping a little

Wars is just,, 😀😳👉👈🥺 h-hey

Like flirting is infinitely harder when theyre a head taller than you, the poor Captain has found

(Yknow bc im personally 5"3, or abt 160cm, i think itd be even funnier if no matter what height you are, ur still taller than the tallest Hylians LMAO, Four our here actually being 3-4 ft tall like hobbits lol)

Omg (i know, i PROMISE, i KNOW) that its not canon at all, but i think itd be funny if the hylians most common hair color was blonde/most common eyecolor was blue/green,

And its rarer for ppl to have brown eyes/dark hair

Like the opposite of a lot of American beauty standards, ur seen at the Y/N, the main character for having darker features

(Lowkey inlcuding skin tone bc, and this is canon, have u seen the skin tone diversity historically for Loz games lmao 😅)

Ok im done sorry for rambling

Thanks again for this!!

___ TW: Hurricane Helene talk below ____

Fair Warning: I WILL NOT be tolerating any condescending/hateful or otherwise negative responses about the effects of Hurricane Helene.

People have died. Myself/my friends/my family/my coworkers have been affected. Be respectful.

You will be blocked/possibly reported for hate speech.

This was like Hurricane Katrina for us, because these areas were NOT prepared for hurricanes.

Those most affected are Mountain communities, we're supposed to have more mild weather, and the last time this happened according to older locals was decades ago, if then.

...

Hey!! If u read my tags of my last reblog, im doing better, we got back to town and realized our powers back on, and then the next day luckily our water was back on too

(its not drinkable but at least we can flush the toliet/shower 😭)

Luckily too by this point the water distribution/rescue crews are here,

DUDE. We were/are so fucked Biden came to look at us 😃

Im personally still on the lookout for missing ppl (my coworker has missing family in the town nearby and in telling my friend over there to spread the word)

And cellular service is back up, but they may jut be bc they brought in temporary towers/Tmobile is giving out free service for everyone too

Its slow going still, all these developments are taking days to achieve if u cant tell

And no pressure, esp if u dont have the spare money,

But if you could donate to help my city/the cities nearby who are still very isolated bc theyre smaller, along with helping our homeless people who no doubt are worse off, thatd mean to world to me/all of us!! <3

Here's some links for that, even if its just tip money/money for a coffee, anything helps!

https://pay.payitgov.com/ncdonations

https://crowdfund.charlotte.edu/project/44126

https://www.chabadasheville.org/templates/section_cdo/aid/6606696/jewish/Hurricane-Helene-Relief.htm

Thanks for reading, and blessed be those still in need of rescue, from human to animals, and to those who have passed.

May those you left behind find peace.

<3

Peact out,

🌙

[magnagaruzenmon]

Vacation Love II

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Hara’s apartment, soft and golden, making everything feel warm and alive. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, her back to me, adjusting the strap of her lilac sundress. The color suited her perfectly, the way it brought out the fairness of her skin and the effortless elegance she always carried.

Meanwhile, I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her. I couldn’t help but smile—she had this way of making even the simplest moments feel like art.

“You know,” I said, tilting my head, “we’re going to the beach, not walking a runway.”

She caught my eyes through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. “Just because you don’t mind looking like every other tourist doesn’t mean I have to.”

I laughed, stepping further into the room. “Fair enough. But let’s be honest—you’re going to outshine everything there anyway.”

She turned to face me, her lips curving into one of those soft, playful smiles that always stopped me in my tracks. “That’s the idea,” she said, her voice light.

Hara turned to face me, her lips curving into a soft smile. “That’s the point.” She said before approaching me in a loving kiss. My hands wandered her perfect body before Hara said,

“Greedy boy,” Hara teased

“I’m gonna have to hold out from touching you for almost a full day,” i complained

Hara smiled, “do you think we have time for a quickie? Im not wearing any underwear under this sun dress,”

“Only one way to find out,” I said before lifting Hara’s dress up and appreciating her gorgeous thighs and ass.

“Oh fuck yes,” Hara moaned “be rough with me,”

I fished out his cock before sliding into Hara’s perfect pussy,

“God babe! How do you always stay so tight,” he groaned while bottoming out inside of her.

“Because I love your big dick babe!” Hara groans as Hiro begins to thrust. Hara starts fucking herself on Hiro’s dick hoping to get him off fast she says, “Okay babe now cum,” as per usual I cum on her command but instead of cunning inside of Hara I pull out to test a theory I had about her and to my surprise. Hara doesn’t cum. Hara looks at me confused.

“Huh I guess you do have a cum fetish,” Hiro said surprised.

Hara was about to say something until the sound of their driver’s car pulling up to the curb broke the moment. The faint rumble of a car engine outside pulled me out of the moment. Our driver was here. I glanced at my watch, then grabbed our luggage from the corner of the room. Hara, unhurried as always, reached for her wide straw hat and sunglasses, setting them on like she’d stepped out of a magazine spread.

We stepped outside, and the cool morning air hit me, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms from the park nearby. Hara walked beside me, her heels clicking softly on the pavement until we reached the car.

Once we were settled in, she leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. “I can’t wait to see the islands,” she murmured, her voice a little dreamy. “The beaches, the sunsets, the waves… It’s going to be perfect.”

I placed a kiss on her forehead without thinking, the way I always did when she got like this. “With you there? It already will be.”

Expanded Scene

The car started moving, the hum of the city slowly fading behind us. Buildings zipped past the window, their reflections caught in Hara’s sunglasses as she leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder. She smelled faintly of lavender and the faintest hint of her favorite perfume—subtle, just like her. The airport loomed ahead, a promise of escape: clear skies, warm sand, and memories we hadn’t made yet.

I tightened my arm around her shoulder. She sighed contentedly. “You’re awfully quiet, Hiro,” she teased. “Thinking about work again?”

“No,” I said. “Just imagining how perfect this trip’s going to be.”

Her soft laugh echoed in the cab. “Good answer.”

We pulled up at the curb, and as soon as the driver unloaded our luggage, Hara grabbed her hat, flipping it onto her head with practiced ease. I adjusted my duffel bag over my shoulder and took her hand, leading her through the sliding glass doors into the bustling airport. The sound of rolling luggage and muffled announcements blended into a chaotic symphony.

It didn’t take long before we spotted a familiar face—or two. Riku, my roommate, stood near baggage claim, tan and tired but still managing his usual lazy grin. Beside him was a young woman in a wide-brimmed hat and flowy dress.

“Is that… Iori?” Hara said, her voice tinged with surprise.

The woman turned, her expression mirroring Hara’s. “Hara? What are you doing here?”

Hara smiled, stepping forward. “Hiro and I are heading to Hawaii. A much-needed escape where we’re going to lounge on the beach and have the time of our lives. Also we are going to fuck like a lot,”

Iori gave an approving nod. “Well, good for you. I know Hiro’s been a madman lately with all those videos and Naafiri. I can imagine he needs a break.”

Hara’s eyebrows knit together as she turned to me. “Who’s Naafiri?”

“Oh, that’s just my daughter,” I said, my tone flat and matter-of-fact.

Hara froze, her face shifting between confusion and disbelief. “What?” Her voice rose slightly. “You never told me you have a daughter! How could you not tell me? After all this time we’ve been together!”

I could see Riku and Iori smirking out of the corner of my eye, already catching on to the setup. I pulled out my phone, scrolling deliberately.

“She’s a sweetheart. You’ll love her,” I said, handing Hara the phone.

Hara stared at the screen, her expression transforming from shock to realization as she saw the picture: Naafiri, my adorable, bright-eyed Shiba Inu, grinning from ear to ear. Hara turned to me, her face burning red.

“You… you jerk! You had me thinking—” She swatted my arm, her hat nearly falling off. “Why are you so mean?”

I burst out laughing. “Hey, you were there when I got her! You should’ve put it together sooner.”

Hara rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath as Riku and Iori chuckled. “Come on, Hara, he’s been talking about Naafiri nonstop,” Riku said, dragging his suitcase. “You’re not off the hook for not catching that.”

“Whatever,” Hara said, throwing a glare my way, though the corners of her mouth betrayed a smile.

We said our goodbyes to Riku and Iori, who were heading back to my apartment, and continued toward the check-in counter. Hara stayed close as the chaos of the airport wrapped around us. The crowds, the lines, the muffled announcements—it all started to wear on her. Every now and then, I’d feel her hand brush mine or her fingers tighten on my sleeve, her subtle way of seeking comfort.

I patted her head gently each time, like I always did. It had become second nature.

By the time we reached customs, she seemed calmer. As we handed over our passports, she glanced at mine and snickered.

“Diablo… You know, I always find it funny that your name is Diablo, but here in Japan, you go by Hiro.”

“My grandma gave my dad a silly name,” I said with a shrug. “So, naturally, he passed it down to me.”

Hara tilted her head, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Are you going to keep the silliness going?”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’d have to have a kid first to pass it down. Then I’ll let you know.”

Her grin widened. “Well, on this trip, that can be arranged.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes as she burst into laughter, clearly enjoying her joke. But as we approached the gate, I couldn’t help but glance over at her. She was all smiles, leaning slightly toward me, her excitement about the trip almost tangible.

On the plane, Hara slipped back into the confident, happy woman I knew and loved, the kind of person who could make even the smallest moments feel special. Her restless energy, however, mirrored my own. Planes always stressed me out—the hum of the engines, the cramped seats, the strange sense of being suspended between two places with no way out. Hara fidgeted beside me, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. Every so often, she’d glance out the window, then back at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and boredom.

Finally, she leaned in, breaking the monotony. “Hey, Hiro,” she said, her voice laced with mischief. “How did you and Riku become buddies?”

Her tone told me she knew this wasn’t a simple question, but she asked it anyway. I turned to her, my eyes narrowing playfully as I took a moment to think. The hum of the plane filled the silence between us, but Hara didn’t push. She just tilted her head slightly, her gaze steady, genuinely curious.

“Well,” I began, shifting in my seat. “I felt isolated by the creative world I was surrounded with. Everyone had their own agenda, and it felt like they were always trying to mold me into something I wasn’t. So, one day, I quit. Just walked away from it all.”

Hara’s expression softened, her hand resting under her chin as she listened. “And that’s where Riku came in?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He showed up out of nowhere one day, asking me all these questions—nothing invasive, just curious. Then he’d have me help out on a few of his projects. At first, it was small stuff, but he kept pushing. One day, he just said, ‘Come on, dude, come back! You clearly love doing this, and you’re good at it. Screw all those idiots.’”

Hara’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Of course, you were hesitant. I mean, you—once bitten, twice shy.”

She paused, then blinked at me, her brow furrowed. “Wait… once bitten, twice shy? What does that even mean?”

“Oh,” I said, realizing she might not know the idiom. “It means if you’ve been hurt by something before, you’re less likely to put yourself in that situation again.”

Hara chuckled softly. “Makes sense. I can imagine.”

“But Riku didn’t let up,” I continued. “He said, ‘You don’t need to do this alone. You need a buffer—someone to talk to the regular people. Someone to look out for you when no one else will.’”

Hara nodded, her smile growing as if she could picture Riku saying those exact words. “So, that’s how you two ended up working together?”

“Honestly, yeah,” I replied. “It started with him calling me up to help shoot videos. And if I remember correctly, I met you on my first shoot. You were the seductive little minx who caught my eye.”

Hara laughed, her cheeks faintly pink. “Flatterer.”

“Am I wrong?” I teased. “You did flutter your eyes a few times when you saw me.”

Hara raised an eyebrow, her voice playful. “Well, I couldn’t help it. It’s rare to find someone so extroverted, carefree, and with such a nice complexion, who not only knows Japanese but also has manners.”

I smirked. “And here I thought you fell for my dumb brown eyes.”

Hara let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning closer as she poked a finger against my chest. “No, I fell in love with this.” She pointed to my heart, her tone soft and serious now. Then she tapped my temple. “And this.”

Her words lingered in the air, the hum of the engines fading into the background.

I smiled, reaching over to take her hand. “Well, I guess I’ll have to keep both in good shape, huh?”

Hara laughed, resting her head on my shoulder. “You better. I’m not letting you slack off.”

For a moment, everything felt still—just us, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the promise of the days ahead. Then, something she said earlier stuck in my mind.

“You called me extroverted,” I said, turning my head to look at her. “I’m really not. The shoot was a mess, and I took charge because someone had to. I’m actually the introvert.”

Hara rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re an ENFJ. Emphasis on the E,” she said, poking my shoulder.

I shrugged with a small smile. “Guess you’d know better.”

She chuckled, her laughter bright and carefree. “See? Even now, you’re proving my point.”

I shook my head, grinning as she settled back into her seat. The tension of the flight faded with her warmth beside me. For once, I found myself relaxing, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could.

After a few more hours the restlessness gave way to pure lust at least for me. I looked over to Hara and she looked at me then said, “fuck it get that cock out,”

I got my cock out and Hara had her mouth on it in seconds. She groans as she takes it deep into her throat. “God you taste so fucking sweet,” Hara said as she began to gag on my rod. The way her throat convulsed and stretched around my cock felt heavenly as i remembered how good she was at deepthroating me.

“Oh fuck babe I’m about cum,” I say as I feel the tightness of her throat

Her eyes challenge me to give her all I got so i press her head down further on my cock as she drinks it all. I watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head, and notice her body quiver and shake in a familiar way,

“Did you just cum?” I ask intrigued. Hara slowly lifts herself off of my rod and with liddded eyes and a sexy gaze nods aggressively. She smiles as she licks some of my cum from the rim of her lips. Hara began stroking me again and said,

“What was it you said before? I have a cum fetish? Well I think you’re right but I think more testing needs to happen first,” she said as she lifted her dress. Before resting her sopping pussy on my hard again cock. She moved slowly as she ground her hips into mine.” I groaned as

“I’m going to fuck you every day this vacation and if I can manage it I’m gonna do it multiple times.” She says as her voice goes deeper. Her walls clench around me and I groan in her ear.

“Careful, you don’t want us to get caught do you?” She teases, knowing she likes me screaming and moaning. She licks the outside of my ear as her wet walls slide around my manhood,and then lightly bites my ear. She whispers happily, “fuck I’m gonna ruin you, again and again.” Hara says as she starts to pick up the pace. Her tits bounce in my face and before I could think to fish one of her tits out Hara says, “no not yet. Baby,”before riding me some more,

“Save my tits for when we land and you can properly enjoy them. This is just a tide me over until I can have you screaming my name,” she whispered. Her walls and her riding finish me quick as hell and I cum in her again before she cums again. She lifts herself up and she laughs,

“Oh I’m gonna have so much fun with this new discovery.” She teased

The plane touched down in Hawaii with a gentle thud, the cabin filling with the faint sound of applause from some enthusiastic passengers. Hara looked out the window, her face lighting up as she caught her first glimpse of the lush greenery and sparkling waters beyond the runway. She turned to me, her excitement practically radiating.

“We’re here!” she said, her voice a mix of relief and joy. “Hiro, we made it!”

I smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Yeah, we did. Let the adventure begin.”

Disembarking was surprisingly smooth. The air outside the airport was warm and humid, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and tropical flowers. Hara inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment.

“This smells like a vacation,” she said with a dreamy sigh.

We grabbed our luggage and found a taxi. As the car sped toward our hotel, the scenery shifted from bustling streets to serene beaches framed by swaying palm trees. Hara leaned against the window, snapping pictures on her phone while occasionally pointing out things she wanted us to explore later—shops, street performers, and a food truck advertising shaved ice.

The hotel was a picture-perfect resort, its open-air lobby welcoming us with a view of the ocean and a gentle breeze. A staff member greeted us with leis, the fragrant flowers cool against my neck as Hara grinned and admired hers.

“See?” she teased, adjusting the lei around her shoulders. “I’m already thriving here.”

The receptionist checked us in quickly, and we were soon on our way to the room. Hara practically skipped ahead, holding the key card like a prize. When we reached the door, she unlocked it with a flourish and stepped inside, letting out an audible gasp.

“Hiro, look at this!”

I followed her in, and the view took my breath away. The room was spacious, with modern furnishings in soft, sandy tones that complemented the massive windows overlooking the ocean. The balcony doors were already open, letting in the sound of waves crashing on the shore below.

Hara walked out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing. Her hair caught the breeze, and for a moment, she looked utterly at peace. I joined her, wrapping an arm around her waist as we took in the view together.

“This is perfect,” she murmured. “Better than I imagined.”

“It’s pretty great,” I agreed. “But I think it’s because you’re here.”

She turned to me, rolling her eyes with a playful smirk. “Cheesy, but I’ll allow it.”

We spent the next hour settling in—unpacking a little, taking turns freshening up after the long flight, and marveling at how soft the bed felt. Hara stretched out on it dramatically, arms spread wide.

“This,” she said, her voice muffled by a pillow, “is where I’m spending at least two hours every day. Minimum.”

I chuckled, sitting beside her. “You’re not going to want to explore the island?”

“Oh, I will,” she said, sitting up quickly. “But after I recharge here.”

As the sun began to set, we made our way back to the balcony, sharing a bottle of the welcome champagne left by the hotel staff. The sky transformed into a canvas of golds, pinks, and purples, and Hara leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Day one,” she whispered. “And it’s already unforgettable.”

I kissed the top of her head, feeling the same sense of contentment. “Here’s to making the next ones even better.”

After that we passed out on the bed. I woke up to Hara grinding on me a couple hours later. Her perfect ass rubbing against my cock. Her words from earlier ringing in my head. “We could be as loud as we want.” My brain suggested,

“Just fucking take her now,” my body recommended but my heart and spirit said no until Hara turned to me and said

“I can feel your bulge poking me. You know I love waking up to you deep inside, come on and fuck me. She said slightly annoyed but mostly aroused.

Given the green light I strip her and myself bare before I thrust into her expecting pussy, she groans and says.

“I want us to be fully free use for each other this week anytime anywhere,” she said

For a moment I hesitated both Hara and I could have depthless sex drives and could easily lose days in a sex filled haze, but we were on vacation so we could indulge ourselves this once. I kiss her soft lips and she tastes sweet she tastes like she’s mine.

Hara gasps as I fully sheathed myself inside of her. Her hand caresses my face and she says ,”go on Diablo. Take it.” Her words and tone stir something deep, something dark within me I ran my rock through her wet snatch and Hara moans melodically as her bountiful breasts bounce beautifully with each thrust. Her eyes roll back into her head as she takes me in and out. I spank her ass once causing her to moan and her walls clench my cock.

“God I love your cock,” Hara moans I groan as I relentlessly plunge my cock deep inside her pussy, as i ravage her cavern she moans.

“Fuck,” she moans as I spank her three times before I cum inside her hole her body quivers as her walls send a constricting death grip on my manhood. Our bodies come down from the mutual orgasms as we stare into each other’s eyes. She smiles and my heart melts again, as I remember the first time we met

It was a rainy afternoon in Tokyo, the kind of downpour that turned the sidewalks into rivers and left people huddling under awnings or sprinting for cover. I hadn’t been in the city long, still fumbling my way through the language and the unwritten rules of urban life, but I’d already learned to keep an umbrella handy. What I hadn’t learned was how to balance that umbrella with the camera slung awkwardly around my neck.

I’d been snapping photos of anything and everything—bustling streets, neon signs, vending machines. As I adjusted the lens to focus on a narrow alley, I heard a soft laugh behind me.

“You’re holding it backwards,” a voice said in lightly accented English.

Startled, I turned to see her standing there, a delicate woman in a pale blue coat. Her umbrella was clear, the kind that seemed to glow faintly under the streetlights. Wisps of dark hair clung to her cheeks, damp from the rain.

“Backwards?” I repeated, looking down at my camera.

She stepped closer, her smile gentle but amused. “The lens cap is still on,” she explained, pointing to the front of the camera.

Heat rushed to my face as I fumbled to fix the mistake. “Oh, uh—thanks. I’m still kind of new to this.”

“I could tell,” she said, her tone teasing but kind. Then she tilted her head slightly, as if studying me. “Are you a tourist?”

“Sort of,” I said. “I’m here for work. But photography is… more of a hobby.”

“Work?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“I’m a writer,” I explained. “Or trying to be, anyway.”

Her eyes softened, a spark of interest replacing the humor. “A writer. That sounds… romantic, in a way.”

“More stressful than romantic,” I admitted, chuckling nervously.

She laughed, a quiet, melodic sound that seemed to cut through the rain. “I’m Hara Tsumugi,” she said, offering a slight bow. “And you are?”

I introduced myself, “Hiro Akoma,” awkwardly returning the bow.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her tone warm. “Do you mind if I ask what kind of writer you are?”

I hesitated. “Uh… fiction, mostly. But I haven’t published much yet. I came here to find inspiration, I guess.”

She nodded thoughtfully, as though weighing my words. Then she gestured toward the alley I’d been photographing. “There’s a better angle from over there. If you want, I can show you.”

Surprised by her offer, I nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

We ended up walking together for a while, her umbrella sheltering us both from the rain. She pointed out little details I would’ve missed on my own—a hidden shrine tucked between two buildings, the way the rain pooled in patterns on the cobblestones.

“You have a good eye,” I said at one point.

“I like noticing things,” she replied softly. “Small things. They’re easy to overlook, but sometimes they’re the most beautiful.”

She walks in front of the stones and poses for me a couple of times, tilting her head just enough to let her hair fall to one side. Her smile is radiant, disarming, but it’s her freckles that always catch my attention—the delicate scatter across her cheeks and nose, like constellations against her porcelain skin.

Now, in the quiet of the present, I hold her close in the bed. My hand moves instinctively, fingers brushing lightly over those same freckles, tracing invisible lines between them as if they might lead me somewhere. Hara giggles softly, her voice breaking the stillness of the night.

“That tickles, Hiro,” she murmurs, her cheeks tinged with warmth.

I smile against her temple, murmuring, “Sorry.”

But she only laughs, the sound as soft and sweet as the hum of the ocean beyond our window. She takes my wandering hand and gently presses it to her chest, right above her heart. The fabric of her camisole is thin, and I can feel her heartbeat beneath my palm, steady and reassuring.

It’s a quiet signal, one I’ve come to know well. A simple, chaste movement that means she wants me closer. I shift against her, sliding my arm fully around her waist and pulling her into me until there’s no space left between us. Our legs tangle together naturally, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place.

Her head rests beneath my chin, and I feel the faintest brush of her breath against my collarbone. She’s warm, the kind of warmth that seeps into you and makes the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

“Let’s get married,” she says suddenly, her voice quiet but sure, as if she’s been holding the thought for a while and now it’s finally slipped free.

Surprised, I lean back just enough to see her face. She’s smiling up at me, her big, round eyes soft but filled with a playful kind of determination.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice gentle.

“Yes,” she replies, emphatic and unwavering. She shifts slightly, resting her hand against my chest now as if to steady both of us. “My parents love you. Your parents love me. And we’ve already done so much together. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

Her words hang between us, carrying the weight of their sincerity.

I can’t help but smile. “Well, that’s a proposal if I’ve ever heard one.”

Hara laughs a quiet, joyful sound that seems to vibrate through me. She leans up, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek, her lips soft and warm against my skin. Then she nestles back against me, her head finding its familiar place beneath my chin.

Her breathing slows as sleep begins to calm her, but she holds onto me tightly, as if afraid to let go even in her dreams. I let myself sink into the comfort of the moment, pressing a kiss to her hair before closing my eyes.

Our limbs remain tangled, a beautiful, chaotic mess that makes it impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins. And in the stillness of the night, with her heartbeat steady beneath my hand, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

The next morning the air shifted and Hara and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. It was as if the air had been doused with aphrodisiacs to keep us horny and unfocused. At breakfast, I felt her free hand wander till it found my lap, and she said,

“I’m so wet for you right now,” as her hand found my free hand she plunged it into her core, she yelped quietly before melting into the pleasure. We barely finished breakfast before we found a quiet corner of the outside beachside restaurant and my cock was in her slick cunt.

Ah! Oh God!” Hara moaned and to keep her (relatively) quiet I pressed my lips to hers, her wet walls, we tighter than she usually was and she was way more aggressive. Her hands clawed into my back as I stuck her. She moaned into my lips as the thought of getting caught brought me to a quick orgasm, which in turn brought her to one. I groaned as my seed flooded into her pussy, overwhelmed she moaned as she dripped under us, but I was still hard. Something that sent Hara further into the horny spiral,

“Fuck your one-eyed monster is glaring at me Hiro,” Hara said. I turned to her and she couldn’t even help herself before lowering herself down to my crotch she smiled as she took me in her mouth. She growled with lustful satisfaction as she took me all the way.

“Fuck what’s gotten into you today,” I groaned.

“What’s gotten into me? You’re the one with the hard cock.” Hara said in between gulps I grabbed the wall as I tried to steady myself before unloading inside of her again. Hate quivered as she came again. She looked up at me with that adorable smile then said, “Okay let’s go,” I rolled my eyes and helped her get dressed again.

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. The air smells faintly of saltwater and tropical flowers, a reminder of the day we spent exploring the island together.

We’re sprawled across the bed, limbs tangled and bodies pressed close. The cool sheets are a contrast to the heat we carry from the day, but the closeness between us makes the world outside seem far away. Hara rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing slow circles on my skin, drawing idle patterns that both soothe and excite.

I glance down at her, her soft breaths a steady rhythm beneath my hand. Her hair, still a little damp from our swim earlier, smells faintly of coconut, and it falls over her shoulder in loose waves. She looks up at me then, her eyes sparkling with the same quiet curiosity that I’ve always adored.

“Do you think we’ll ever stop exploring?” she asks, her voice quiet but filled with wonder.

I chuckle softly, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t think I’d ever want to stop with you.”

Her lips curve into a small smile, the kind that makes my chest tighten. She shifts slightly, snuggling closer as if there could possibly be more room between us.

“You’re always so sweet,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

I smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Well, you deserve all the sweetness in the world, Hara.”

She hums contentedly, eyes closing for a moment as if savoring the quiet. We lie in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s presence.

“You know,” Hara begins again, her voice warm and thoughtful, “I was thinking about something today while we were walking along the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”

“How lucky we are,” she says softly. “To be here, with each other. To have this time together.” Her hand, which had been resting on my chest, moves to trace the edge of my shirt. “I’ve been to so many places, seen so many things, but it’s never been the same as this. With you.”

I feel a surge of emotion—deep, genuine affection that blooms in my chest. My heart beats a little faster, but I hold her closer, letting my arms wrap around her even tighter.

“I feel the same way,” I reply softly, my voice thick with feeling. “There’s no one else I’d rather be with, no place I’d rather be. I didn’t know how much I was missing until I found you.”

She lifts her head to look at me then, her face so close that I can see every detail—the curve of her lips, the shimmer in her eyes. Her smile is warm and tender, and I can see the love she feels reflected in her gaze.

“Promise me we’ll always have this,” she says, her voice so gentle it feels like a prayer. “Even when life gets busy or things change, we’ll still have moments like this.”

I press my forehead to hers, our noses brushing lightly. “I promise,” I whisper.

Her lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss, full of the quiet intimacy we’ve built over time. The world outside disappears for a while as I lose myself in her warmth, her touch, and the sweet sound of her laughter.

When we finally pull away, we’re both still tangled in each other’s arms, breathing in time with each other, content in the silence that follows.

Hara settles back against me, her hand tracing idle lines on my chest again. I feel the steady rhythm of her breathing and the faint beat of her heart beneath my palm. There’s nothing else I need in this moment—just her, here with me.

We lie together in the soft quiet of the room, the world outside still and distant, and I know, with absolute certainty, that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

okay okay rapid fire spider-verse thots fresh out of the theater, trying to minimize spoilers but jesus

da Vinci-looking Vulture... very cool

the art on Gwen's earth in general is SO cool

in general the animators were just SHAMELESSLY showing off with this one and it rules so hard

Rio Morales animated milf of all time

truly do not understand what all of you see in Miguel tbh that man suuuuuucks!! kill!!

Peter B is also on my shit list tbh. Gwen going along with this is understandable, she's literally a homeless teenager in a bad position to fight against adult spiders making decisions, but Peter... come on dude...

truly they HAD to leave Pav out of the middle of the movie because he would have sided with Miles (you think he would want Inspector Singh to die!! fuck no!!) and he's perfect so he would have just effortlessly swept the floor with every other spider-person

Gwen is flirtatiously trans coded and responds to Spider-Man at least once, congrats to her on the fun gender

Jessica's design is so cool but they made her such a cop... god I hope she's coming around in the next movie

cannot wait to see gifs of this movie slowing down every frame to point out every individual background spider-person

the fucking. the family of it all. Miles' parents afraid to let him grow up and Gwen's dad unable to accept the truth about his daughter and Miguel trying to raise a daughter who wasn't supposed to be his and Peter B's baby girl and Jessica Drew's visible baby bump and the spiders' collective miserable certainty that they are DEFINED by the trauma of losing someone they love.

something something Miles' parents and the spider society have the same problem - being afraid of change from what they thought was The Right Way To Do Things - but Miles' parents love and trust him to make the right choices beyond their understanding while Miguel and the other spiders are too hurt by their own traumas to imagine someone else thriving without it

also fuck all of them the boy's uncle died in front of him after trying to kill him HAS HE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH

Hobie's soooo annoying (affectionate) but also right about, like, literally everything AND good with babies to boot

the whole ending is so ‼️‼️‼️‼️

the thing with Miles and Uncle Aaron at the end... you know the thing... DELICIOUS au right there tell me everything about that shit

the fucking end man

I've NEVER been in a theater where everyone collectively screamed @ the end of a movie fuck fuck fuck. there's cliffhangers and then there's THIS

[emilibro]

Ughhh I'm so sorry to be an ass but I see so much popular art on tumblr and around the internet that really woobifies both Laios and Kabru and their relationship, especially when they're together.... You guys are aware that Laios eats monsters the way people would like. Eat animals, right? He's not crazy or stupid or sadistic or anything. He has a special interest and it's monsters.

Furthermore, his past having himself and his sister be shunned for their interests in the abnormal made him develop a distaste for humanity. Laios has just thought monsters were way cooler since he was a kid, and Falin really looked up for him for his dedication to his interests and personal code of moral ethics. He never loved his sister less for her abilities, he admired her for what made her different. Because he's fucking awesome and they're autistic as hell.... they both went through so damn much. Laios never fit into the military, into his hometown, he barely fit into most groups of adventurers since he met Marcille, chilchuck, and company, and two of the members of that original party didn't care enough to join him. His feeling of worthlessness to his friends in the beginning of the story are enough to make him imagine a whole scenario in between major chapters where he was the one who was eaten.. and he thought nobody except Falin would care enough to save him.

Point being Laios has a much richer character that goes ALONGSIDE his special interest in monsters. Which honestly is more comparable to, like. A fucking biologist. Not a monsterfucker, not a cannibal, none of that shit. Monsterfuckers are cool as a monsterfucker but he's not one.. he's more like a furry man.... And he's not stupid he's just. Autistic. Why are we making autistic characters with a silly side seem stupid? Everyone has dumb moments sure but like.. he's really smart guys... there's a reason he's such a good leader outside of his ability to listen to his party members. Don't fall for the mischaracterization of Laios that his party members originally set for him before major important arcs guys...

And Kabru. Oh my God. Kabru. Kabru is also autistic but for humans, social interactions and culture... he's a nerd for politics and the humanities, and I'll avoid saying much more to avoid spoilers for non-manga readers but you'll see more of that as time passes. But he's not the type to be easily flustered. Laios only gets to him, not even because he's that difficult to read, but because he catches him off guard. He's an interesting critter, bro. And Kabru definitely sees that. It takes time to respect that, but within a period of time he learns to see him as a relatively competent adventurer and places a lot of faith from him. On some level, this guy has learned to understand this very interesting autistic guy who is forward with his feelings that a very autistic Kabru hasn't learned to understand. That's what makes their relationship so cool, man. He's not cold in reality (though people may perceive him that way due to backstory motivations and attitude within the dungeon), but he's a lot more serious than this... c'mon guys.. let's be a little real here please.... at this point I barely like Labru anymore because they've been so like. Babied. Woobified. Whatever the word is man. I'm starting to appreciate their friendship more as a friendship now because I just think the beautiful qualities I saw in their romance have been sort of overlooked or misinterpreted. Nowadays I just think their platonic relationship is beautiful. Sighs.

Farcille is awesome though and these girls are awesome slay

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Edit: hey guys, I wanna address a couple of things here! For one, this isn't intended to be ship hate. Labru is a perfectly valid ship - rather, I'm just not a fan of how deep the mischaracterization of both characters runs, and how it results in the subsequent babying of their relationship. While it's driven me personally away from the romance a bit, I have no problem with the ship itself. Additionally, Farcille has its own issues with woobification that could use some addressing, I just haven't had to see as much mischaracterization on my feeds. Maybe in a future post I'll address some of my personal peeves with many people's characterization of Farcille, ESPECIALLY Falin.

[kozachenko]

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Ok so as a sort of followup to that Yachie drawing, I did one of Yachie as well. I already had a pretty solid idea in mind (though tbh drawing her wasn't as fun as drawing Saki) but I'm overall pretty happy with this drawing.

Artist's Notes;

So I knew that I would never forgive myself if I completely missed the oppurtunity to give Yachie face scales, which is something that I haven't really seen many people do yet. I do feel like I could've pushed it a lot more, but I'm liking the direction my take on her is going.

I also wanted to take this opportunity to talk about some of my headcannons for how Hell's fashion works since I've had this on my mind for a while. So ever since I refined my own design for Zanmu, I really liked the idea of having there be some connection between her and Satori in their clothes because they're both the defacto "leaders" of their respective Hells, and then I had the idea of having Hell's fashion trends mimic real life history where it mimics whatever the upperclassman are wearing in someway? I've always been really fascinated with the idea of how Modern Hell works as a society and also how Old Hell was impacted by it's abandonment, and while I am aware that the animal realm isn't exactly Hell and is moreso it's own thing right next to it, I imagine that there would be some overlap in the fashion and culture due to their close proximity to each other. Of course, I still kept a lot of elements in from Yachie's original design, the only thing I really added to the outfit was the jazzed up sleeves and the bottom of her shirt as well as those cool triangle things ZUN added to her shirt in 19. I also have her some nice and sharp nails since I thought they fit her. I also tried adding some scales onto the tips of her ears though tbh IDK how well they read. Her colour palette also ended up becoming a lot more teal than I had anticipated, but I honestly like it as I love it whenever people make Yachie's colour palette and design a lot more teal. I also wanted to try and differentiate her face from Saki's, though I do plan on experimenting more on how to avoid same face syndrome, as it's a problem that haunts me in my dreams. There's not really much I can say here aside from "hee hee clothing rendering go brrrrrr" and how the Clip Studio Paint charcoal brush is really all you need for any given piece and it is literally the only brush I use aside from the occasional airbrush for lighting (sometimes) and the blend tools. I've been doing a lot more simple character art recently and I've just been waiting for a cool enough idea for a full blown piece.

Though now that I've talked about some of my headcannons about how Modern Hell works, I really just want a Touhou manga spinoff about Modern Hell. Like, please ZUN I'm begging you, just do it, it would be so fucking cool because Touhou 17 is literally the only time in modern Touhou when we've been to Hell proper, does modern Hell have any settlements of Oni and other Youkai? Does it have cities? Towns? Villages? What's the technological level of Hell? How do they keep sinners from pulling a Touhou 17 and summoning a fucking god to save them? Where do all the characters associated with Hell as of right now fit into everything? You can't just drop a character like Zanmu who is stated to essentially be the king of fucking Hell and then not elaborate further on how she fits into the general framework of Hell! Is she officially the king or is this more of a "true mastermind using the official king/ruler as a puppet" type deal? How does the Animal Realm fit into all of this? Did Hecatia purposefully create Hell so it would be right next to the Animal realm? Did it just appear there on it's own once Buddhism started popping off on Earth or was it established once Zanmu established Modern Hell? How long was Keiki a problem for, and how did that affect the rest of Hell? Seriously there are so many unanswered questions here and I don't know if I just need to read an interview Zun had where he was asked these same questions and if so please tell me because these questions have all been stirring in my brain for quite some time and I really wished we'd just get a new fucking manga instead of going over the same settings in Gensokyo over and over and over and over again dear god. Like, I get that there's still a lot to explore with what we already do have, but it would just be really nice to see the Animal Realm get a little more explanation as to how it fits into the overall grand scheme of Gensokyo's worldbuilding because that would just make such an already interesting idea for a setting in Gensokyo so much better.

I'm hoping to get the drawing for Keiki done before Touhou 17's 5 year anniversary, though I am willing to postpone that and take my time on it and I also have something coming up where I won't have access to my main drawing tablet for a while so it might be a while until I post again, maybe, who knows, consistent posting schedule? Who are they, I've never heard of them. I do fully intend on talking about my thoughts on Touhou 17 though, even if it's a day or two late, it's Touhou 17's birthday month so it still counts! Also because out of all the Touhou game anniversaries, this is the one I care about the most because Touhou 17 was the first Touhou game I played and 1CC'd(???) on normal, and even though it has plenty of flaws (i.e. the many missed opportunities for it's gameplay, how unbalanced the mechanics are and also screen visibility), I'm always going to have a bit of a soft spot for it and I think that the game's strengths make up for some of it's weaknesses in my opinion.

[quarterlifekitty]

As a person who's never been to summer camp, I have this glorified version of what it's supposed to be (my friend tells me otherwise, which in this case, I'm so sorry for all those who did not like summer camp)

Either way, back to the point I intended to make, our pookie bears and reader at Summer Camp. As councilors- to clarify

I mean, in a very PG-13 AU I can imagine soap and Gaz being mates at school and soap is 100% the boy who comes back from summer camp like guys I have a girlfriend now. But you can’t meet her because I met her at camp and she doesn’t go here. She’s from a different country. But we exchanged email addresses 🥰 and Gaz is like no the fuck you didn’t

(Soap also definitely touched his first boob at sleepaway camp)

As counselors? I can’t help but imagine you all getting murdered because you were too busy MAKING LOVE when you should have been WATCHING MY JASON etc.

Anyways. Johnny is the arts counselor, obviously. Your camp is well enough off that there’s a little ceramics studio and a fibers room for weaving, crochet, etc. He tries very hard to be the favorite counselor, and while he’s very close, he’s just not cool enough.

You know who is? Gaz. Water recreation counselor. Swimming, rowing, all that. Effortlessly nonchalant and handsome. Glistening, even. First crush of many (we all had that counselor. Come on).

Simon is the camping skills instructor who definitely comes across like he was medically discharged from the military and hasn’t gotten over it. Like he has the intensity of someone who has lives depending on them. Like for the love of god, how do you expect to make it out there for more than a day if you can’t start a fire? And yes, for those wondering, he does teach a lot of skills that kids should not know in retrospect because once they find out how many improvised weapons he knows how to make? It’s like when you get your teacher monologuing about their divorce and they forget about the lesson they were supposed to teach you. He’s just happy to share.

And here’s where you’ll see that the entirety of my knowledge of camp (I went to day camp only) comes from the movies sleepaway camp and wet hot American summer because I’m running out of camp activities to remark upon lol. Anyone who knows about camp please help my family is dying

I know that medic!reader is probably kinda overused but I can’t stop thinking about Simon awkwardly bringing yet another kid to you who has a cut and being like “so who exactly was teaching them how to make knives from flint?” And he looks like a dog who just ate something he wasn’t supposed to have.

[unpretty]

Do you have a favorite batman illustrator, official or otherwise?

the post about growing up in a comic book store and the asks about the costume got me wondering. Until you said the SAIH suit is all black I would have guessed Neal Adams since a lot of his art has that 'Batman-as-romance-hero' vibe.

じろう（jiro）on pixiv is great but only partly because of the dress picture. whoever did that one promo picture for tentacl back in the day would draw a great batman i bet. three people know what i'm talking about but if you know you know. you'd think i'd say stjepan sejic but i like his women better tbh. i see a lot of cute comics on tumblr where i probably like their batman/bruce better than anything canon.

for canon greg capullo is good. i have a soft spot for jim lee because of all the time i spent lusting after his gambit. dick giordano is like, yeah, that's what he's supposed to look like, toe to tip, that's a batman. bruce timm is iconic obviously. i'm not into too hyper-detailed a batman. you've got to have space in there for imagination. give me room to fill in the gaps with whatever i think is cool instead of making artists draw the treads on his fucking boots in a regular panel for god's sake. maybe that's why i like the tumblr art so much. stop drawing abs on his fucking suit. no one needs to be vacuum sealing that man. he'll keep.

i actually like the stylized blue and grey batmen. comics in general have to be stylized, i don't think it works to have really subtle color variations in print. so when i say all black you have to think, like. abstract painting no. 5 by ad reinhardt. it's all blacks. but it's different black. you look at one black and the other black looks grey. you look at another black and now the first one looks blue. and if you want to capture that he's not just a black blob in a drawing you're going to have to make it not all black, even when a real life version is all black.

[robobarbie]

Hello hellooooooo! We recently had a banner contest in the discord server, and I wanted to show y'all the awesome entries that didn't win. They're all really cool in their own ways, so I wanted to give them each a lil moment.

(by @/jestie)

Love the focus on xyx!! He reminds me almost of what I'd think teenage him would look like. Very chill, sporty, and out with friends on a beautiful spring day. The linework in this feels really soft as well -- especially on those hat details. AND THERE'S CAT!! CAT!!!

All other submissions under the cut!

(by @/hunddenseje)

I like the details in the flowers a lot for this one. The way people draw roses and how they choose those inner patterns is always neat. And the little plants and mushrooms on his shoulders are fun!! They go well with that striped shirt pattern!!!

(by @/stintsy)

The way this artist circled the boys with that pink rosy pattern will stick in my brain for a while. It's v pretty, and it's like they opened a bush and found us in there for some reason. "Hello! Happy Spring!" Thanks boys please close it back up!!! It's my cry hour in the bush!!!!

(by @/emmascient)

This person's artstyle is so unique and full of life. The little spots of light coming through the trees just adds to whole thing, too. And I really like seeing fanart of owl with textured hair!!! Also check out xyx's fucking biceps holy fucking sh-

(by @/.mewo.)

Just a bunch of bros on their lunch break bayBEEEEEEEEEE!!! I like the detail of toast's coat tied around their waist and the fucking anti-societyboy shirt quest is wearing LMFAO. Also cat is ADORABLE in this. God. More cat art. Always need more cat art!!

(by @/c1nnadoll)

Every time nightowl is drawn in a croptop, two months is added to my life. I just know it's true. God bless that cute ass flower crown and the perfect little peace sign. Man looks so stable and happy. I hope he had a nice day after this picture!!!

(by @/fluffydeer21)

Toast and Quest look so content and cute with their flowers. And there's another neat rose with a lil interior pattern! Held, of course, by this artist's fave LI. Xyx looks pretty good with gold jewelry, I cannot lie. I have no idea why I made them green in game. LMFAO

(by @/noneivly)

I like how this feels like a painting. Like those brush strokes and even the palette choice just look like something you'd see hung on a wall? It's really cool. Also the little detail of the chibi picnic boys in the background makes me giggle. Small!!!!! So fucking small!!!

(by @/kiki_221)

The energy in this is excellent. You can almost hear them laughing together at Toast's expense (deserved I'm sure). I'd like to imagine they're all relaxing at a park after a big lunch. I hope they got to discuss all the good things that happened to them this week.

(by @/01noxxie10)

Another excellent chillin in the grass pic! Purple actually looks really good on Quest. I don't think I've ever drawn him in that color before? So this image made me think about that a LOT. Also look at fuckin chill ass xyx. Calm beautiful motherfucker. Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!

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There's two more images, but those are the discord banner winner and the one I chose for my twitter! If you want to see those excellent drawings, check out my twitter here or join the discord server here!

Thank you everyone for all the submissions! I treasure them deeply!!