#gotta maintain the aesthetic

[redwoodrroad]

@renmorris had an amazing revelation about cillian and came up with his drag persona...... her name..... is mariana cross

and im in love, i had to capture her

[penumbrapolaroid]

brewing a new icon “brand-wide”, just an updated look at me. gonna edit though for tumblr and pinterest to continue to maintain a faceless appearance. can’t stop thinking abt it tho very excited

[faedreamy]

usually i give away toyhouse codes to creepy cute artists, but what if i gave some away to ttrpg people... :thonking:

[janeyseymour]

hiii!! i love your writing and i hope you’re doing well <3 i was hoping to request a melissa x reader with “causal” work crush between the two of them. reader is a very put together teacher during school hours but a trendy aesthetic person off campus. mel comes across reader at the grocery store and is astonished at the revealing alternative style and sexy tattoos. reader gets super nervous and shy once mel teasingly approaches. no one at work has ever seen her like this but especially not her crush melissa

oh wow, this one... nice. written as i procrastinate cleaning my house!

Personal and Professional

wc: ~2.4k

You grew up hearing from both of your parents that you should never mix the personal with the professional. So you compartmentalize. You’ve always done it. You kept school life away from home life when you could, and now you keep your work life away from your home life. That’s not to say that you aren’t friends with your coworkers at school. It’s just that it’s much easier to keep professional Y/N and personal Y/N separate.

And the personal and professional you are two entirely different people.

You see, at school, you’re ‘Miss Y/N’. You keep it all together. You’re buttoned up, you’re conservative in your clothing style, and you strive to maintain that aura of professionalism that you see coming off of people like Barbara Howard. You’re pretty damn good at it too. You’re kind, you allow your coworkers to see small bits of your home life (“Oh, I’ll probably just do some grocery shopping before laying on my couch for the entirety of the weekend… maybe I’ll go to the gym,” is your usual response when they ask what you’re doing over the weekend), and the teachers have all come to respect you once you settled into your position.

But once the school hours are over and you can let your hair down, both figuratively and metaphorically, you trade out your blouse and sweater or blazer for more form-fitting and revealing shirts, pants that aren’t slacks, and you change your flats to your doc martens that you’ve been rocking since the eleventh grade. You take out the clear stud and put in your nose ring, and exchange earrings different from the delicate hoops you wear to school. Your multiple tattoos show in your street clothes, and you love it. 

You’re not entirely sure how your coworkers would feel if they knew that this was how you presented yourself outside of the school, but it doesn’t matter. They’re so used to seeing you all done up to teach that even if they did see you outside of school, they probably wouldn’t recognize you. You sure as hell wouldn’t go out of your way to say hello if you saw one of them outside of campus.

But then things start to change about six months into working at Abbott.

Shit. You have a thing for one of your coworkers- Melissa Schemmenti to be exact. It’s a very casual and silly thing the two of you have going on, really. She flirts with you, you flirt with her; it’s all in good fun. You know that you’ll never act on it though because you keep your many lives as far away from each other as possible, even going as far as grocery shopping a few streets over from where you know most of your coworkers go in order to not run into them. You’ve never had an issue with running into anyone outside of the school anyway- why would that change?

“What are your plans for the weekend, hot stuff?” Melissa flirts with you while you’re eating lunch. “And don’t give me your usual answer… you gotta have more of a life than what you lead on, miss mysterious.”

You roll your eyes. “You wish I was with you.”

She hums in lieu of an answer before asking you again, “What are your plans for the weekend?”

“Honestly?” you chuckle. “Probably some grocery shopping, I have a friend coming over tomorrow, and then Sunday is a day to grade and veg out on the couch while I catch up on some shitty reality tv.”

“Sounds riveting,” the redhead jokes.

“Well, what do you have going on?”

“Nothin’,” she grins. “I fully plan on staying in my Eagles sweatshirt and catching up on laundry and some chores- probably have some wine while I’m at it. Care to join me on Sunday after I go to church?” She’s never asked you if you wanted to hang out outside of work before, and it throws you for a loop. You nearly choke on your salad.

“Oi,” she huffs playfully. “I was just messin’. I don’t want to have to endure any of that shit reality tv in my house.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t want you to have to sit through that either.” The two of you finish up your lunches and head back to your classrooms to deal with your monsters for the rest of the Friday.

“See you Monday, babe,” Melissa winks at you as she closes the door to her classroom and locks it.

“Oh, counting down already, I see,” you roll your eyes. “See you Monday, babe.”

When you get home, you change out of your stuff work attire and into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You change out your jewelry for the things you prefer. You fully plan on laying on your couch with a bottle of wine on this lazy Friday night, but when you get home you realize that you finished off your favorite white last weekend. With a sigh, you go into your bedroom to change into some nicer street clothes- you would rather be caught dead than wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt out in public. At the front door, you pull on your docs, and then you’re off to the grocery store.

If you’re there now, you decide it’s best to just get your grocery shopping for the week out of the way. You grab a cart and start perusing the aisles like you usually do.

You have a few things in your cart when you find yourself in the aisle with the wines and beers, and you’re currently pouring over the selections. What would your friend want? Probably just some Yuengling. So you throw a case of that into your cart before turning to look for the wine that you love. Little do you know, Melissa is turning her cart down the aisle that you’re currently in, and she recognizes you almost immediately.

You look so starkly different than she’s used to seeing you. If she’s being honest, she’s a little thrown off with your outfit. She’s so used to seeing you in your work attire, your hair either in a neat, low bun or down. But here? This look is entirely different from what she was expecting you to be done up in outside of work. She of course knew that you wouldn’t always be dressed like a teacher, but wow. She was not expecting this. You’re in a pair of tighter, ripped black jeans, you have a tank top on, and your hair is thrown up into a stylish messy bun with a few pieces strategically pulled out to give off the appearance that it’s an effortless look (it is for you). Is that a tattoo on your shoulder that she sees? And a tattoo on your arm? How has she never noticed that before? You have a cartilage piercing, bold earrings for your first and second, and… is that a nose ring? She didn’t even know you had your nose pierced. If Melissa’s honest with herself, it only makes you that much more attractive.

You turn, satisfied with your decision, and pop the bottle into the top of your shopping cart. You make eye contact with the redhead that is practically drooling over the sight of you. You give her a shy wave, but you don’t dare to interact. Don’t mix the personal from the professional. The woman snaps out of her own trance and waves back with a curious look.

You continue down the aisles, and you think that you’re in the clear from Melissa- you acknowledged her, that’s all you had to do. She goes on her way too, but the two of you run into each other again during checkout.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” she winks at you as she starts putting her groceries up on the conveyor belt. “Never pegged you as a beer girl.”

“Hey,” you say softly, shyly. “It- it’s actually for my friend.” That also throws Melissa for a loop. At school, you’re so confident, quick to make a remark. But now, you sound like you have something caught in your throat, and you nervously tuck one of the loose strands of hair behind your ear, as if that would make you more professional looking. “I’ve never seen you around here before?”

“I usually go to the one that everyone else goes to, but they were out of my wine, so…” she gestures to it before putting it up on the belt. “It was worth the extra ten minute drive though if it means I get to see you.” She winks at you with those emerald green eyes of her, but you don’t reciprocate. You nervously worry your lip between your teeth, as if you have no idea what to say.

Melissa understands your hesitation and shrugs. The two of you stand in line together awkwardly. She’s rung up, and as she leaves, you call a gentle, “Have a good weekend, see you Monday.”

She turns and blows a kiss your way, waving flirtatiously before leaving.

Your weekend is nice. Your friend comes over, you go out to the clubs, and you almost forget about the encounter that you had with the hot redheaded second grade teacher.

The small break from work is over all too soon, and you find yourself somewhat dragging yourself into Abbott on Monday, but duty calls. You’re back to wearing your lightly colored blouse and a sweater over top to cover the tattoo that you didn’t feel like putting makeup over today, you’re back in your dress pants and flats. You didn’t even bother to do your hair, just simply brushing it and letting it cascade over your shoulders instead.

You enter the staff lounge and it’s empty, as it always is. You’re always the first one in. Whoever comes next is always a mystery, but today, it’s Melissa Schemmenti. Of course it is. Without anyone else there to buffer, you know she is absolutely going to bring up your meeting on Friday night.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” the redhead says suavely. “Have a nice weekend?”

“Yeah, babe,” you shoot out. The coffee pot dings. “You want some?”

“You know I always do,” she sighs out as she makes a move for the cabinet with the mugs inside. She grabs hers before sauntering over to you. The second grade teacher hands you the mug before cozying up to you.

“For you,” you roll your eyes as your pour the scalding hot liquid into her cup.

“Thanks, babe,” she smirks and winks. “So… when were you goin’ to tell me about this little number?” she rests a gentle hand on your shoulder- the one with the tattoo.

“What do you mean?” you chuckle.

“That tattoo,” she licks her lips.

“I forget it’s there,” you roll your eyes. “Young Y/N mistakes.” Not true at all. You love that tattoo, and most of your street clothes show it off. 

“It’s sexy,” she tells you lowly. “Kinda like the ear spike and the nose ring I had no idea you had.”

“I’m a different woman outside of school, babes,” you tell her, smirk evident as you start to fix your own coffee. “Didn’t realize I had to tell you about it all.”

“You don’t,” she shrugs. “I’ll find it all out myself… little miss alt girl.”

“In your dreams,” you fire out, and you get pretty close to her.

“Oh, every night,” she challenges you and moves even closer. At this point, the two of you are nose to nose.

And wow, it wouldn’t take much more for you to-

“Good morning!” Janine bursts in through the door, not knowing what she’s walking into.

You and Melissa couldn’t jump away from each other faster. The young, energetic teacher starts to ramble on all about her weekend, and your other colleagues start to make their way in. When it comes time to watch the news, Melissa settles herself in next you. Her hand finds its way to your shoulder, and she starts to trace the outline of you tattoo. Then, you feel the redhead’s hand make its way to your arm, where the other tattoo is that she saw. You didn’t know she saw that one too. She lets her fingers lazily trace around that one as well. All of your coworkers are too enamored with what’s happening on the screen to really notice, and Melissa’s green eyes are trained on the television as well. You could not be further from what’s happening on the screen. All you can think of is Melissa, and the things that she’s doing right now are driving you crazy.

Soon though, the kids will start to trickle in, and you know you have to get to your classroom. So you head out, a flirtatious smile and wink thrown the second grade teacher’s way before you close yourself into your room. You take a deep breath, and get ready for your day.

As you’re about to make your way out of your classroom, you hear heeled boots clinking along the linoleum floor, and you know those boots belong to the redhead that’s been on your mind all day.

“Hey, babe,” you says, back turned to the door, but you know it’s her. “Come to walk me out?”

The clicking gets louder, and before you can even think, Melissa has you pinned up against your desk. You can feel the corner of it digging into your back, and then you don’t because all you can feel are her lips on yours. Instinctively, you kiss her back. It’s better than you had been dreaming of. And then she pulls back, wipes away the lipstick she left smudged, wipes her own mouth to fix her own lip, and then winks at you.

“I’m done pretending that all this flirting we do is harmless,” she says once she’s righted herself. “You, me, dinner tonight at The Capital Grille. 6, sharp.”

You don’t know what else to do other than nod.

“And don’t come dressed in your teacher outfit,” she instructs. “I want the babe that you are… Ear spike, nose ring, tattoos out.”

With that, she turns on her heel and makes her way out of your room. As she’s making her way down the hall, you hear her call over her shoulder, “Don’t miss me too much!”

So much for not mixing the personal with the professional.

Next

[tinydefector]

Gosh I'm so gay for holomatter avatar of Cyclonus like you can smack with those tits

So may I please request a smut with holomatter cyclonus with gn reader

Pretty women

Cyclonus x Human

Word count: 2-3K (didn't count XD)

Warnings: Smut, holoform, titplay, fingering, slight breeding kink.

Masterlist

Cyclonus masterlist

Gods holomatter Cyclonus is so fine. Just GOD FUCKIN DAMN!! May have gotten a little to into writing this. But like if anyone draws Cyclonus in a corset I will drool. Cause I can tell you there will be more with Cyclonus holomatter form cause damn he be fine.

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their eyes linger on Cyclonus from across their hab suite. It felt strange watching him, well, not technically him his Holomatter avatar. It was gorgeous, almost Victorian woman like and he was wearing a corset, studying the holoform in a mirror. His hair shimmers in the light, dark purple curls that they wish to run their fingers through the locks but didn't want to mess up the curls either.

"Cy, I've gotta know what made you pick this as your holoform?, She's... you look really pretty. " They state while continuing to watch him as he over looks his form. Cyclonus glanced up from the mirror, his violet eyes narrowing slightly as he registered their presence.

"I did not choose this holoform," Cyclonus replied, his voice calm and measured. "It was assigned, holomatter works in rather strange ways. And as for your comment... thank you, I suppose. However, I have no interest in the aesthetics of a holoform. It is merely a means to blend in with organic when we visit other planets." He paused for a moment, studying the individual's face. "Is there something specific you wished to discuss, or did you simply feel the need to comment on my appearance?"

Their eyes continue to linger on Cyclonus in the holoform. Their hands slowly brushed his hair to the side. The purple locks feel almost real. "Can I touch?" They ask softly. Cyclonus' optics narrowed further as their hand reached out to touch his holoform's hair. His initial instinct was to pull away, to reject such intimacy. But the softness in their voice. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on their hand, before finally nodding. "Yes, you may," he replied, his voice softer than usual.

As their fingers brushed against his hair, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, almost akin to a shiver, travel through his spark. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite comprehend. But he allowed them to continue, their touch gentle and affectionate. Leaning into the touch as their hands cup his face, tracing his eyebrows and nose.

"I must admit," Cyclonus spoke up quietly, his optics now focused on their face. "This holoform... it allows me to experience things that I never thought I would. it feels... different, yet strangely intimate." He reached out, placing his hand on top of theirs, a subtle gesture of connection. Though still reserved, there was a hint of warmth in his optics as he met their gaze.

They lean in and pull Cyclonus into a kiss. Hands gripping his hips. Purple lips  smears between the two of them. Their chest is flush agaisnt Cyclonus breast. "Fuck, you look stunning, like I know your handsome in general but your really pretty in this form" they hum agaisnt his lips.

Cyclonus' optics widened in surprise as they pulled him into the kiss, their hands firmly gripping his hips. His initial instinct was to pull away, to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. But the intensity of their kiss, the way their lips moved against his own, ignited a flicker of desire within him. his own hands, finding their way to their waist, holding them close. The taste of their lips, the warmth of their body pressed against his, it was a sensation unlike any he had experienced before.

When their lips finally parted, Cyclonus' eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He leaned in, capturing their lips in another heated kiss, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling, to experience the intimacy in such a different form.

"Cy.." They whine softly, hands slowly trailing up the corset he wore, hands kneading his breast as they kiss him again. "Can I play with your tits please?" They ask. Pressing their face into his shoulder and peppering small kisses across his skin.

Cyclonus felt a surge of heat rush through his systems as their hands trailed up his corset and kneaded his breast. The sensations were foreign, yet undeniably pleasurable, strange with how soft it made him feel in that moment. "Yes," Cyclonus replied, his voice laced with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You may... play with them."

He tilted his head back slightly, giving them better access to his shoulder, as their small kisses sent shivers down his spine. The touch of their lips against his skin, combined with their hands exploring his form, it had him melting in their hands like putty.

Cyclonus grabs them, slowly leading them backwards before pushing them down onto their bed. A gasp leaves them as they scurring up to rest on their elbows as Cyclonus sits himself in their lap. A large grin falls across their face as they look up at him hands moving to grip his hips.

He watched them with a hunger in his optics, a hunger that matched their own eagerness. feeling the warmth of their body beneath him. Their hands gripping his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through his frame, and he leaned forward, his own hands finding purchase on either side of their head as he hovered over them.

The grin only served to fuel his desire further, and he allowed himself a small smirk in response. As their hand moved to untie the corset, he held their gaze, the air heavy with anticipation. The slow untying of the corset seemed to stretch out time, heightening the tension between them. "Pest," he mutters softly.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against their ear as he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're very soft, its nice having you under me," he murmured, his breath warm against their skin. "And I find that... exhilarating."

He claimed their lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming their body with a newfound urgency. The corset fell away, forgotten, Their lips moved against his as they discarded the corset. Hands are coming up to cup and squeeze Cyclonus breast. Teasing the nipples while pressing them together. "God, they are so soft. You look like a Goddess on a throne, " they utter breathlessly.

Cyclonus' systems buzzed with pleasure as their hands cupped and squeezed his breasts, teasing his nipples. His head tilted back slightly, a low moan escaping his vocalizer. "You have a way with words, little silver tongue teases," Cyclonus murmured, his voice filled with a mix of desire and appreciation.

Thier lips work down Cyclonus' shoulder, nipping and sucking on the soft skin before finally taking more of his nipples in Their mouth. Sucking and pulling on it while they continue to squeeze and leave finger marks in the soft flesh of the other.

Cyclonus' breath hitched as they worked their lips against his chest, back arched, a low moan escaping him once again. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain coursed through his circuits, driving him closer to a precipice of desire. "That feels good," he mumbles out, eyes closing as he slowly grinds down against their thighs.

They continued squeezing and leaving finger marks on his other breast, slapping them and pushing them together as they pressed their face into his cleavage, humming contently, the flames of arousal rising within him. He threaded his fingers through their hair, his grip gentle yet firm, encouraging their actions, guiding them where he wants their lips.

Cyclonus moans loudly, They leave a bite mark on the underside of his breasts, blowing cold air across the abused flesh before moving onto the next one. Fingers dancing across the perky nipple. Their other hand gripping Cyclonus' thigh. "Mmm could spend hours doing this, best tits on ship," they mumble again the warm flesh.

Cyclonus's frame tensed as they left a bite mark on the underside, the mix of pain and pleasure sending a surge of electricity through his circuits. Their fingers danced across his perky nipple, He couldn't help but let out a low growl, his optics flickering with a mix of pleasure and a hint of amusement at their words. "Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetspark" he replied, his voice laced with desire.

They moan loudly as Cyclonus presses his chest into their face. Their fervour matched his own growing desire, and Cyclonus let out a low growl of pleasure as they left bite marks, hickies, and bruises on his sensitive skin. The mix of pain and pleasure intensified the sensations coursing through his frame, driving him closer to the edge of pleasure.

He couldn't help but arch into their touch, his body responding eagerly. "What equipment do you have on this pretty form, valve, spike, both?" They ask before once again nipping down on Cyclonus' nipple and suckling hard.

Cyclonus' frame trembled as they asked about the equipment he possessed in his current form. "I have both," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "A valve and a spike." As they suckled hard on his nipple, Cyclonus' back arched, moans escaping his vocalizer. The sensation of their lips and tongue working over his sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure radiating through his circuits.

He threaded his fingers through their hair, his grip gentle yet firm, encouraging their actions. Their hand works under Cyclonus skirt, eagerly running fingers along his shaft before teasing his clit and pressing fingers into him, curling and thusting. "Mmm so pretty, look even more divine as a carrier, bet this form would plump up so nicely," they coo while suckling. Leaving Cyclonus' nipples sensitive and tender. "Might have to get Tailgate to spark you up for me, get you nice, and plump with a baby," they tease.

Cyclonus' optics widened as their finger thrusting into him caused a gasp of pleasure to escape his vocalizer. He moaned, his back arching as they suckled on his tender and sensitive nipples rotating between them, the sensations intertwining with the pleasure their fingers continued to elicit from him.

Thier fingers drive Cyclonus into overload before they catch his lips in a deep kiss letting him right out the orgasm on their hand. Cyclonus's body trembled with an overwhelming surge of pleasure. His vocalizer released a series of unrestrained moans and gasps as the intensity of the sensations consumed him.

In that moment, his world narrowed down to just the two of them. As the pleasure subsided and his body slowly calmed, he found himself gazing into their their, a mix of gratitude and desire flickering within his own. He reached out, his hand gently cupping their cheek, as a soft smile touched his lips.

"Primus preserve me," he whispered, his voice shaky. They smiled up at him as they pressed their face against his chest. kissing his soft and tender skin skin. "Can we do that again at some point?" They ask with a lopsided smile. Cyclonus' optics softened as they pressed their face against his chest, leaving small kisses on his skin. Their lopsided smile warmed his spark, and he couldn't help but return the affectionate gesture.

"Of course," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of affection and desire. "I would be more than willing to interface in this form again," He brought his hand to gently stroke their cheek, his touch filled with tenderness. "Both you and Tailgate are pesky scraplets," he added.

"Awww don't act like that Cy, you'd look so pretty as a carrier, this form would totally be a milf bod" they tease back, leaning up to kiss him again.

[sreegs]

we hired someone who seemed to be really into windows 95 aesthetic to maintain our nuclear reactor systems using win95 and i gotta say it didnt work out

[bengiyo]

Cherry Magic TH Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Achi went to a different city to help set up a new office. There, he had to work on his social skills to bond with the new staff, and succeeded through the power of his good nature and soccer. Karan and Achi stayed in touch the entire time they were separated, and Karan visited twice. Achi hesitated about coming out, but was rewarded when the new team was completely supportive and only asked about his partner so they knew who to contact. Meanwhile, Jinta talked Min into not giving up on an audition, and Min said he loved Jinta. We left on Achi losing his powers in a very satisfying bed scene and afterglow.

Achi really lucked out with Karan.

I'm so proud of Achi for managing to complete this project and earn the confidence of this team.

Ah yes, a finale. It's time to meet the parents.

Boss, don't remind me of the no dating rule.

Pai is such a supportive friend.

NOT THE BALLOONS SOUNDING LIKE GUNSHOTS

Damn, Mom, why you gotta dunk on your own son??

It's fine, she's definitely cool with it. She already put them to work and doled out advice.

I love Karan so much. This man recorded Achi expressing love in the Northern dialect, and Achi agreed so he wouldn't have to say it often.

It couldn't all be cherries on tablecloths. Looks like Karan is maintaining continuity with his Japanese counterpart's family.

Achi's mom hugging Karan is something that can be so personal.

I will never get over Jinta wearing sunglasses over his glasses.

Yes, let's model good fan behavior with the artist. They only jumped because they thought Jinta was trying to kidnap Min and then calmed down. They're even fans of Jinta's book!

Absolutely love that Karan is not withholding his feelings from Achi about how his mom might be homophobic.

AN 8 HOUR DRIVE? Are we going to Dallas???

Give that man his reward, Achi!

Welp, I knew it was too simple with Karan's mom. She very smoothly shoved them into a closet.

I'm glad it's the sister having this conversation with the mom.

She said her piece and counted to three!!!

Karan being a little brother makes so much sense every time.

Look at Tay Tawan acting. I know the mom and dad turning around so quickly is a bit unrealistic, but I like the aspirational nature of it. It could be this easy if we tried hard enough for each other.

Of course he proposed. I love this man.

You know he's had that ring ready for a while!

COME THROUGH, ACHI!! MUTUAL GAY PROPOSAL!!!

Wow, that was everything I hoped for and more out of the family stuff.

Whoa, did Jinta reveal he popped that cherry?

Oh, it's also the symbol for Min's group.

Aww, Rock has a fan!!

Pai is definitely shipping Rock and the fan.

Save the date!!

Well well well, Cherry Magic Thailand. Good job being explicit about marriage equality.

Okay, I like the reference to the pens.

I'm okay with Rock and Pai getting to date.

These two are very good at the aesthetics of an onscreen kiss.

Final Verdict: 9.5, This is Now My Default Version. I did not expect to come out on the other end of this liking the Thai version more than the Japanese live action, but here we are. Minus episode 8 (which I will pretend doesn't exist), this was perfect execution of the core premise and strong regard for the character dynamics. This show earned every moment, and managed to deliver a satisfying finale for the whole cast. It's been a long week of finales, and I like how good so many were. TayNew getting back together was not something I expected, and I'm so thrilled that they delivered such a strong outing. What a time to be a Cherry Magic fan. I'm excited to keep reporting on the anime and then talk about all three shows.

[aeternallis]

One thing that confounds me (and something that I’ve never seen mentioned) about Chay was how he was able to stay in that house alone for, arguably, a good couple of months. And I’m not talking about how he was able to feed himself, how he did his laundry, etc. etc., that can easily be answered by him most likely improvising and buying lots of take out, lol

He may not know how to cook, but I assume he knows how to at least maintain himself, if nothing else.

Nah, what gets to me about Chay is that he was able to live in that house alone (and with the windows open, mind you!), and not once are we ever shown if he’s uncomfortable in the dark, or he’s heard noises at night, or maybe that he’s encountered any ghosts and/or other creatures.

SE Asia in particular is full of folklore and local belief when it comes to supernatural creatures; are you telling me Chay has not once ever imagined a krasue (manananggal in Tagalog) hovering over his house—or by his window, for that matter?!

Like, if you look at the Kittitsawasd residence, the décor and furniture is a mix of minimalist, modernism, and early 2000s aesthetic; in other words, due to the size of the house alone, any squeaks and creeks from the structure most likely echoes.

On top of that, Porsche himself is also quite superstitious and does take talismans at least half-seriously, so I imagine Chay to have a somewhat similar belief system when it comes to supernatural beings, ghosts, and whatnot, yknow?

Another point: a malicious murder also occurred in that place, so I imagine that the house probably contains some lingering malevolent energy. It does not at all escape me how tragic it is that Chay has slept alone, in the vicinity of the spot where Pat took his last breath. I’m not sure if maybe Porsche and Chay (and I guess Arthee) got through it through the power of ignorance and a strong sibling bond, but either way, I refuse to believe that these two have never felt anything in that house. LOL

Chay is admirable for many reasons, and I admire him for those same reasons too, but at the end of the day, I question how he was able to stay in that house alone and not feel any sort of presence, even if it's imagined. jhsadjhjsa Like damn, boy, give me that unhinged energy, since I'm hardly able to stay alone in my condo for long periods of time, let alone a big ass house like that! Hahaha!

So yeah, something to think about (and maybe headcanon; I can totally see Kim going along with Chay if ever, like, they go to a temple and make offerings, especially if they gotta soothe some malicious spirits whom resulted from having been killed by their mafia/mafia-connected family)

[rataccatak]

Analysis of how KaySD draws Sergey Razumovsky

Or: trying to justify a thirstpost about the world's most terrible man

Sergey's gone through a number of artists through the years, and I gotta say, KaySD's rendition has captured my heart. In fact, it was a screenshot of Kay's Sergey that first got me into Major Grom. While Phob's is the official art style that we associate with the comics, Kay's style, I believe, better serves Sergey's character in the current PD run.

Genre-wise, PD returns to being a big-action, ensemble comic, which--compared to The Game's tight conflict and human drama focus--deliberately implements Kay's more traditionally comic-book style to this effect. The first arc (nine volumes in total) of PD are all Kay; though the current issues are being outsourced to a number of different artists now, Kay's style--with its roots in distinctly American superhero comics, such as DC--was what they wanted to prime audience's expectations with. After Time of the Raven, there was a big push for Bubble to adhere their stories to big names like Marvel, and with that came the desire to usher in things like a multiverse, space and supernatural elements, and franchise crossovers. Plague Doctor was one of their latest installments of that new "culture," and they had to match their aesthetics appropriately.

Okay, but that brings me back to the brainrot part of this post, which is HOT DAMN KAY'S SERGEY LOOKS SICK???

The whole idea of Plague Doctor is that, for like seven years or something, Sergey has been declared dead or missing or otherwise MIA. Nobody, both in-universe and irl, knows where he is or what the fuck he's up to. You crack open issue 1, encounter a guy in sunglasses and a hat who is painfully obviously Sergey, but you get to the last page and

(I will say this is probably the most unflattering frame of him. His chin makes him look like such a chad derogatory)

BAM. HOMEBOY IS ROCKING A NEW HAIRCUT, HE'S WEARING ANOTHER STUPID PURPLE SUIT, HE'S RIPPED, AND HE HAS BLUE EYES.

This isn't the soft, sort of angelically beautiful Sergey we're used to seeing from Phobs. It's radically different, an entirely different character almost, which was the intent.

His new look is more practical, both tactically and socially. His hair is cut, so people won't recognize him as easily. It won't get in his face or get grabbed during fights, and combined with his more muscled build, this is a Sergey who's taking things more seriously this time around. Gone is the flamboyant cape and swishing fiery locks; the plague doctor campaign is no longer a passion, but a duty. And he's ready to enter the thunderdome and get his hands dirty and god damn it, he will die trying.

Kay does take care to preserve the core elements of Phob's Sergey, while making a hard left into traditional masc territory. He's still unrealistically attractive, in that distinctly soft and youthful way. He's more noticeably fit but still maintains a slim, smooth appearance.

But on top of that, he adds this charm and charisma to him that is distinctly boyish (as in, young and mischievous, a pretty face that's up to no good). It makes his persona as a young, leftist radical more believable; he looks like a student revolutionaire, angry and passionate about all issues topical and trending.

He does look more obviously aged. Guy is now in his mid(?) thirties, and the past five years probably amounted to like three lifetimes of stress, so it certainly makes sense. Compared to how Kay drew The Game Sergey, his face is more defined with sharper lines, muscularity, and wrinkles. The short hair also ages him somewhat, making him look less angelic and more like... a regular dude.

And of course, there's the overnight peach fuzz.

The more mature, aged look helps him actually look like a person who's lived a life as loaded and fucked up as Sergey's. He's a guy whose parents died, grew up in foster care, became a CEO that rocketed to stardom in five years, committed the most elaborate fucked up terrorist campaign ever, and then immediately fell from fame to the deepest coldest cell in St Petersburg (and this is all just the OG Major Grom run). He's not Phob's Sergey (or Rag, whoever it was in The Game)--a blameless childish pretty boy who's detached from his crimes. Kay does a good job in making Sergey have this subtle undertone of... unsettled, unhinged, what have you. I don't know how much of this is hindsight bias, but he looks like a guy with a fucked up secret. You wouldn't think twice if you were seeing him in a grocery store or something but I can imagine later recognizing his mugshot on the news and thinking wow now that i think about it, he really does look like a serial killer.

And let's talk about his fashion. For all the features of Sergey's flamboyant costumes in Phob's renditions, Kay dresses him quite casually, and it works, ironically, to make him look deceptively plain in the way all extremely rich people dress (think of the $10k white t-shirts and sunglasses get-up all rich men wear). He dresses like his current social stature: a new-money sod who has gotten used to his wealth enough that he doesn't have to show off with his clothes anymore. Of course, this could also be turned on its head and instead, be an indication of Sergey's original, cheap clothes that he habited from his childhood. Certainly, the ironic rightwing graphic tees Kay puts him in edge towards that point of view, only now they're colored by Sergey's sense of political humor. I doubt a "god guns government" shirt is selling for $500 at some luxury tailor shop.

This is what I love about Kay's Sergey. In making him look more human, we get to orient him more organically into our own world. He looks like a thirty year old loser who studied CS in college and now commits cyber terrorism and doesn't know how to cook. He looks like a young adult leftist who is terminally online and has 500+ open tabs on Marxist theory. He looks like a guy who became too rich too young, who was the world's angle and then its devil in the span of like two years, and is now disillusioned with it all, who wears $5 graphic tees and stays up all night looking behind his back and tries desperately to find something that actually matters.

Once Sergey looks more believable, he becomes more understandable. And the more we understand him, the more the story has the potential to make him intrigue and surprise and reach us in multiple, unexpected ways.

[raccoonfallsharder]

tbh rocket in the 2021 video game looks like a cute lil man with his beard i wanna braid it

looooook

i have so many thoughts about this lil guy and his goatee. i already started writing about it in my LENGTHY fuckin list of eidos-rocket headcanons that i'm trying to post in july (i'm so close to being done watching the game but then i feel like i gotta go find all his lines somewhere tbh because i can't just rewatch it 4+ times like i have with the movies). but honestly, this guy is the most vain rocket, i'm pretty sure. his fur is SO fluffy and sleek. and that little beard is so well-manicured and maintained and flowy. he's got lil beads in it. what a cutie.

(i may have said this before but like, he for sure stole beard-oil from some spartoi dickhead at some point, just for laughs? but then got addicted to how nice it made his fur feel. eventually he had to find a knowhere vendor who could reproduce it for him on the cheap)

like all rockets, i'm sure he hates being touched without consent, though it probably looks something like "hey, get your krutackin' mitts off the fur!" ...but once he trusts you? he's for sure gonna let you groom him. he loves the way it feels when you comb through his fur delicately, dividing and weaving together the surprisingly-silky strands. sometimes he'll even let you choose the beads, as long as they match his overall aesthetic.

(depending on your relationship, this could definitely become a steamy situation. i imagine you sprawled across him in his hammock, braiding his beard while he lays on his back with a hand tucked under his head and the other tracing your shoulderblade with a light, prickling claw. for sure there's been at least once that you were helping him with it in the common room - fully-clothed and actually innocent for once, with him sitting on the couch and you on your knees in front of him. pete walked in, saw you, turned bright red, and backed out of the room like he'd just seen something that would scar him for life. look there's an undeniable intimacy to it)

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[desifemininewoman]

Guide to be like the desi coquette: Katrina Kaif stylez

Okay, Katrina Kaif in early 2000s is my personal inspiration. That's the persona I wanted to be in my first year of college - a perfect blend of girly feminine and elegance.

MAKEUP

Okay so, I feel like her whole aura is very desi coquette. Very feminine, very soft look. Almost angelic sometimes.

Main focus is on her lips or cheeks. Over all, the makeup is very minimal.

Start with a little foundation/bb cream/ tinted sunscreen, whatever you prefer.

The eyemakeuyp is also very minimal. Apply a very, very thin layer of eyeliner. Barely visible. There are two ways to do that. Just apply the eyeliner on your upper water line. Or take a thin eyeliner and apply it very close to your lashes. No wings at all. Finish with using eyelash curler or mascara.

Blush, blush, blush. Make sure it's a pink blush and not the red one though.

Ofcourse the lipgloss. It's what ties the whole look together. But before that, apply nude aur pink shade of lipstick/lip tint/lip balm.

Other than that, maintain a healthy, glowy skin. Keep your eyebrows on sleek. And that's it!

CLOTHING

Mostly, summery clothes. Floral, printed, flowy clothes.

Colorful- yellow, pink, blue etc.

Can be skirts, thin strap tops, blouses, shorts, etc.

This is the time to experiment with different color combinations with different sort of clothings. Like wearing a skirt as top, etc.

Just make sure, the outfit overall looks girly.

ACCESORIES

Okay, so this aesthetic is very minimal. So, the accessories are very strategic too.

The jwellery is very minimal- mostly dainty earrings. Mostly diamonds but somewhat matching earrings can work too.

All the other accessories compliments the outfit. Chunky headbands, rubberbands, sandals, multiple bangles, etc- all these match the color of the outfit.

Her hair too is mostly in ponytails or left open, with front hairs always framing her face.

PERSONALITY

I have said it before, it's the aura that makes the aesthetic the most. You can dress up like whoever you want but if you don't have the manners, it's not the same.

Katrina's early 2000's aesthetic is still famous because of what it represented- youth and girly femininity. She appeared a bit childlike with her clothing and her aura.

She was always soft, feminine. Always smiling and laughing.

Just looking at her in the movies like ajab prem ki ghazab kahani and welcome, makes you want to have fun, be childish.

She always moves gracefully, dances freely.

So to ace that personaility, you gotta be cheerful, girly, almost childlike.

And that's it!

[jelixpo]

I feel like Bowser would use silk ropes to tie up Luigi, they are very soft but are also very sturdy

gotta maintain the aesthetic. Fashion + function

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 12 Part 1

We have a doozy today! Things aren't going well, but we have nine whole chapters to hopefully resolve some stuff, so let's see what happens!

Dungeon Meshi: Kabru's no good, very bad day.

Honestly wouldn't mind having a proper chapter of these three having a misadventure.

So... how do you think the anime is gonna handle Flamela (and the queen)? I feel like the obsidian skin could be read very unfavorably by the wrong audience.

I mean, Rin is admittedly a low value target, but Toshiro is prince-adjacent, and Flamela is the primary commander of the elf forces. Then again, nobody but their own squads gives a shit about these two, so...

Hard to believe, though I imagine everyone has slightly different reasons to doubt Laios' abilities.

Poor Doni and Fionil. The world's gone topsy turvy, but they still have to deal with these dang chickens.

This is what you two get for leaving the party. You get to be our baffled side characters for this arc.

So, how exactly does containing a demon work? Did they do something like Thistle, and seal the demon in an object? Did they just collapse the dungeon? Wouldn't that just let the demon slowly rebuild? How does one stop the demon without destroying it?

Or you could just say hello to that Hydra everyone ignored back in chapter 69. Seriously, let my snaky boi play.

Glad everyone is in agreement. Laios is a total weirdo, but he's a pretty great guy. (Also, don't mind Fionil having a secret character arc in the background.)

Flamela has no idea what sort of manga she's fallen into.

Flamela really just wanted an outlet for her frustration, didn't she. Seriously, I have no idea why anyone treats these elves with respect.

Gotta love how creative and cool the monsters in this manga are, and then we have... jack frosts. When I needed an ice monster to maintain an ice prison, I made Ice Vermin. They're scorpions that shoot ice. I make way too many scorpions.

An important image.

Soaring through the air with the greatest of ease.

You greatly overestimate how much of a shit Lycion gives.

I don't know what you're talking about. Deranged lisa frank is an amazing villain aesthetic.

Priorities. And once again, Laios is me with the phylogenetic corrections.

Hmm. If just a few mages can control such a heck-ton of familiars, what's stopping someone from making much bigger more powerful familiars? Why use a swarm of birds when you can have a full-sized dragon?

I also have to question how this thing pecked down a tower. That isn't a real beak. It's just a cluster of birds.

I thought you already knew that Izutsumi. Not the raw parasite thing, the Laios being an idiot thing.

I'm not entirely sure if the logic works out with how familiars work, but it sure is funny!

Ah. I see we finally reached the vore.

Also, gotta love how Marcille's ultimate monster is just sky fish, but beeg.

Looks like this might be a long session! Be back in a bit for chapter 80!

[dragimalsdaydreams]

[image ID: two images of Asha from Zenless Zone Zero.

the first is a screenshot of Asha's in-game model, depicting a slim woman with cream-colored skin, long wavy hair of the same color, and large rabbit ears draped over the back of her head. her hair has some neon green/purple highlights, and her tiny, black button nose gives the vague impression of an "animal-like" nose on her fully-human face. her shirt is neon green and vaguely "gamer"-style with matching gloves, and a short, neon purple vest over top. she's wearing dark, distressed, bell-bottom jeans, with a utility belt holding a few gadgets and a cup of soda. she's also wearing black sandals, and a pair of simple, squared-off glasses.

the second image is a cartoony drawing of Asha as a rabbit furry, with a full coat of fluffy, cream fur across her body, rabbit-like hands and feet, and a fully rabbit head. she's also fat now, with a thick, fluffy dewlap surrounding her neck. her green shirt has been switched to black with a chaotic arcade-type pattern, now riding up a bit to expose her fluffy tummy, and her longer vest is now black with purple edging. her black jeans have splatters of decorative green paint, and she's wearing a work lanyard for her arcade, Godfinger. her utility belt has been replaced with a fanny pack holding some loose tickets, and a small coin dispenser. though she has no hair highlights anymore, she does have various accessories like buttons, hair clips, and earrings matching the neon colors of the arcade patterns on her shirt. her sandals are now green/purple, and her glasses now have colorful, "pixel"-like frames.

end ID]

back again with another ZZZ furry redesign!!

I gotta admit, I fully did NOT realize Asha was even a Thiren until I friend pointed out her ears. the ears just blend right into the hair, and honestly her "fur" color is not outside the realm of Hoyo's typical, vampirically-pale skintones. she doesn't even have a tail, like what the hell was I supposed to think 😭

anyways, I actually struggled a bit with her outfit, so a friend helped me brainstorm some initial ideas. Asha just looks so boring compared to the other store owners, and I HATE her color palette, but I couldn't figure out how to maintain the "gamer" aesthetic while spicing it up a bit more. but I think we came up with something nice here~

[n3xii]

Overcoming blockages - your current situational and how to overcome the obstacles in your path. Close your eyes, take a few breathe ans let your intution guide the reading

Pile one

I feel like you guys are struggling to stand up to old beliefs. These old ideas seem Intimidating to overcome, you've had them for so long it feels like it's impossible to think in a different way. They bully you almost. These beliefs are likely about a manifestion, goal or desire you have. You want to embrace newness, you know you want a new mindset but these old beliefs just keep aggressively shutting them down. You feel like you must overcome mental limitations before taking action. Honestly, the best way to overcome this is to just take action anyways. Manifest it, start the routine, put the job application in! It doesn't matter. You're combating old beliefs and limitations with your mind, but spirit says you gotta do it through action too. After all, It's our behavior that informs what we believe.

The outcome is trusting in your own intutuon more. Faith in yourself is so important because it's the foundation of ALL action. Having faith in what messages you receive emotionally and in your gut is key to trusting yourself in everything you do. It's alot easier to take action when we feel in our heart that it was the right thing to do, and I see you guys developing a stronger connection to your intution.

Pile two

I feel like this pile is struggling with the pressure to be successful on a person and financial level. It feels like alot of eyes are on you and you've got to perform well. You feel like you have to emobdy a niche or aesthetic perfectly otherwise you miswell be invisible. There's alot of pressure to spend money right, invest it in the best places and look expensive as well.

Honestly. Alot of people who felt drawn to this pile feel like they have dress and look expensive for others to admire. Your blockage is the fixation on what people think about how you present yourself and their opinions on how you invest or spend your money. It's no one's fucking business to be honest! You see people on tik tok, tumblr, Social media and start feeling in adequate because you don't have the same lipgloss, dresses or style as they do. You don't have the amount of money or attention. Listen, no rational person is judging your worth on those things. If they are, then that's their buisness to heal. The advice here is to be at peace with yourself. Don't resent yourself or others because of what you do or don't do. Find peace and harmony with yourself. Find sanctuary in your authenticity. Otherwise you will be stuck trying to make things fit in your life that don't fit. Stop trying to conform who you are and your image into a narrow idea and concept. You are more than just a niche, a brand, or an aesthetic. Stop letting tik tok, pintrest, imstagram and any social media app inform who and what you should be, what you should buy, what you should look like etc

Pile three

You just went through a painful ending and you feel stuck and paralyzed in that ending. Alot of you have invested wisely in something and it has completely fucked you over. This could have been stocks, Crypto, student loans in career path that u hate, even a mutual relationship that went wrong. The future you had in mind completely betrayed you and now traps you with what could have been. Others may be dealing with crippling mental illness at the moment.

Regardless of what it was, you're paralyzed by the possibility of what could have been. This is your blockage. Thr advice you're getting is to maintain faith. I know how hard it is. It feels like there's no hope and the story is over and that there's no good ending Faith keeps you connected. It keeps you motivated. You're stuck on what could have been but spirit doesn't end things or trigger mentally challenging times to play a sick game on you. Spirit does this because they know they have something bigger and better in mind. Naturally, having faith means having fear. It feels irrational to give in and believe that despite the current obstacles, something better is coming. But do it anyway. You can. Something better coming. You just don't see it yet because you're still coping with whatever has happened.

[jamessunderlandgf]

—OC QUESTIONNAIRE

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NAME: agent jennifer daniels of the federal intelligence bureau, los santos sector 😎.

NICKNAME: jen (do not call her jenny tho she hates that), agent daniels (sarcastically), eye in the sky, various derogatory terms exchanged between her and pretty much everyone she talks to.

GENDER: she’s One Of The Girlies. a girl’s girl in a world of egomaniacal men. “save me, women. save me!”

STAR SIGN: the most sagittarius woman to ever sagittarius.

HEIGHT: 5’10. without the boots.

ORIENTATION: i actually haven’t thought abt it but now that i am, she’s a bisexual queen, leaning towards women.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: argentinian! born in argentina and has duel citizenship between there and the united states.

FAVORITE FRUIT: pineapple. she eats a metric fuck ton of it, truly. she brings a container of it to work, midnight snack, etc.

FAVORITE SEASON: she’s the most comfortable during a san andreas autumn cs the weather is forgiving towards her wardrobe. —sexy patterned fur coats. knee high boots. she likes the aesthetic and looking expensive and a lot of that is layers and unforgiving textures. summer is good for the other half of her wardrobe tho, being silk button ups. mesh. high heels. low cut blouses.

FAVORITE FLOWER: lupine. she tried to grow a little plot of it at her home in rockford hills but didn’t have the patience to maintain them, so she gets a bouquet delivered once in a while to display.

FAVORITE SCENT: she loves a heady wine scent, like a deep cherry or a gourmand-type. she likes to smell edible.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee and a cigarette on the balcony every morning. and on her way to work. and when she’s briefing with her colleagues. and when she’s flying. and in her office. and when she’s bothering dave. and when she’s beefing with steve cs she’s bored. and on her way home. and with dinner. and before bed.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: like, 10. she needs her beauty sleep or she will be absolutely miserable in the morning, and make it everyone’s problem.

DOGS or CATS: neither. if she’s gonna be around a dog it has to be her size and scary as hell, but not constantly barking— like a mastiff guard dog.

DREAM TRIP: either back to argentina, or somewhere in the southern hemisphere where she can lay in the sun for 18 hours and get absolutely piss drunk in public.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: she has one silk sheet and a massive down duvet.

RANDOM FACT: she drives a really obnoxious lilac purple pegassi vacca. and it’s unreasonably souped up— neon light kit, spoiler, led headlights, sport tires, custom leather interior, all of it. everything. government money baby. 🤑

NAME: lieutenant eileen carlisle to you 🫵🏻.

NICKNAME: lindy, linds, miss carlisle, the desert hum.

GENDER: she/her, the milfiest milf i have.

STAR SIGN: she’s gotta be a virgo i just feel it in my bones.

HEIGHT: a touch above average for the time, 5’4. but she has the attitude of a woman who is 6 feet.

ORIENTATION: she says she’s straight but that will not stop her from being homoerotic towards women.

ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY: american. she was born in new york city and fled before she was even 18.

FAVORITE FRUIT: she loves a good crispy apple and every byproduct in between.

FAVORITE SEASON: spring, when everything is in full bloom and alive.

FAVORITE FLOWER: wildflowers. entire fields of them. she would sleep in a field of wildflowers— the ground to be her bed, the sky her awning.

FAVORITE SCENT: fresh coffee and leather.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: she hasn’t been able to get her hands on tea in a long time so she settles for coffee.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: fucking zero genuinely. she can’t sleep on a bedroll, she’s a night owl, coffee keeps her up, she can’t sleep through the gang stirring at the break of dawn, she’s a light sleeper in general. no rest for the wicked, she would say.

DOGS OR CATS: dogs; she was always around them so she welcomes the company.

DREAM TRIP: somewhere cozy and quiet. she’s kinda been sold on the tahiti trip if she’s being honest.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: none. even when she had a bed she would kick it off mid-sleep.

RANDOM FACT: wants to so badly own an orchard and make jams and shit. she wants to be an artisan and make good clean cash :( she thinks it’s too late for her, but she will never not yearn for the fruit.