#i have something special planned to post sometime this month…hopefully

[biteforblood]

well, hello there :)

[day6source]

hello my loves 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

it's been.....honestly a bit since i made a big post! october, right before my birthday! i've been super busy with offline (and sometimes even other online) stuff since, so i apologize for neglecting you guys for a bit without notice, even if i was still getting things up! i intended to make more posts like this much more often and ended up not being able to, i'm so sorry y'all!

but! it's almost christmas and the new year! which feels sort of insane! i hope you're all staying cozy (or cool, for southern hemisphere friends), and have some fun plans for the upcoming holidays depending on what you celebrate, but especially the new year! 💕✨

admittedly there aren't tons of updates, the calendar isn't up to date actually on the desktop theme (and the month is almost over so 😬 january's will be, i promise!), but! as i said earlier today, the christmas concert from last night is up here, sungjin's solo concert stream is here, and if you wanna find a little bit of everything, you can find that here. i'm gonna try and actually upload sungjin's songs to the blog here again, the copyright system was really finicky when he released it and prevented it a bit, but i'm determined! so! hopefully it'll be up! but as a reminder if you ever wanna throw the songs on your phone via not a streaming service, you can find things right here! remember you're free to request any unreleased or unofficial songs as well to throw in there and up on here! not sure which ones you guys really want, so just let me know and i'm happy to do it as well as any video content you wanna see, i'm always down to at least hunt.mp3 for it 😉

with the incoming new year, i'm hoping to be able to do more with you guys! i had so many plans i wasn't able to follow through on this year for you all because of offline things, which really sucks, because you guys are so so so important to me! like, we're almost at 500 followers?? which is so crazy to me!! what!!!! i definitely want to do something for all of you coming soon, so keep an eye out (which i've been saying, i know, i'm so so sorry y'all)! i'm also hoping to keep up with you guys via posts like this again more often, i really missed it! i love you all and i'm always so thankful, and i hope to find ways to show that more in 2025!

speaking of, i hope i'll be seeing you next year on tour! i'll be at night two in los angeles, so if you happen to see me, come say hi! i'm pretty stoked considering it's my first time seeing the boys and going to la, so i imagine it's bound to be memorable and so so special 💕 i'll also be seeing stray kids in atlanta (my first time there!), so if you're there, make sure to come say hi!

it's been a super long year, but i hope it treated you with the kindness and love you deserve, and i hope the things that were troubling weren't too damaging 💕 the new year is always a bright, clean start, so if things didn't quite go your way before, i hope you're able to achieve that this coming year and that it's filled with so much happiness and good health and laughter and good music, although i think the boys have that under control 💕

happy holidays and happy new year, i love you guys so so so so much, and thank you for sticking around and not teasing me too much when i definitely reblog the wrong things here (that happened so often this year. oh my god.), and if you're new, thank you for finding this little corner 💕 take care of yourselves and stay happy and healthy, my loves.

love love love,

tay 💕💕💕💕

[gilverrwrites]

Forget yourself, surrender your mind.

Black Mask/F!Reader, 2.5K ft. Platonic Jason Todd/Reader AN: So, this is based on a series of frankly depraved, evil, beautiful asks [one], [two], [three], [four]. Thank you so much anon/s! It's been tittering on complete for a while now, but I've been hesitatnt to post if as a I feel like it's missing something, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe I'll post an amended verison at a later date. Hopefully youse don't feel the same, and/or enjoy it anyway. CWs: Swearing, power imbalance, sexual misconduct - Roman is a H/R nightmare, drug use, non-graphic violence, bad drug trip, non-graphic torture, non-graphic blood, manipulation, forced exhibition, public/humiliation, degradation, dumbification/infantilization, a LOT of daddy kink, objectification, isolation, edging, hair pulling, one sided co-dependency, unhealthy coping mechanisms, self-destructive behaviours, very abusive relationship. I am being way over-cautious with this, but basically DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

“He makes my fucking skin crawl.” Your lips are pulled into a tight scowl as you read the latest text from your boss Roman. “Look at this shit.”

Wear something extra pretty for your shift tomorrow, doll. I have something special planned for you.

Maybe you could understand if you were one of his working girls, you presume they're being paid to fuck him as well as the clientele, but you’re his fucking club's accountant. Despite this, or maybe because of it, he seems to get his kicks trying to coerce his way in your pants, and the more you reject him the more it spurs him on.

Jason considers the message with a frown before snatching your phone and scrolling up. The more inappropriate messages he sees, the more pissed off he looks. Most of it is much of the same, comments on your body and attitude, sometimes it’s worse, pure and unadulterated filth. Occasionally he throws in a legitimate work-related message, which requires an urgent reply. You’re certain he only does the latter to ensure you’re still checking each and every message.

“I told you not to take the job, and I keep telling you to quit.” He finally replies, handing back your phone and crossing his arms. The stormy expression and his imposing stature might be enough to scare anyone else into caving, but this is Jason. Your best friend Jason. You’d been through thick and thin. You’d watched him drunkenly recite Jane Austen in nothing but socks and a fuzzy pink towel for Christ's sake. He doesn’t frighten you. “He’s a creep, why do you keep working for him?”

“The pay is insane.” You reply instantaneously because it is. You’ve almost paid off half your student loan in a matter of months. And that’s on top of all the gifts. You know you shouldn’t take them, blood money and ill-gotten gains blah blah blah but some of it was just too good to turn down. Not to mention the dope. The perks of the job really outweigh the cons, you can deal with Romans vulgar attitude towards you, at least until your loans are paid and your savings account is bloated.

You love Jason dearly, but he’ll blow a fucking gasket if he found out you were taking bribes and drugs from Black fucking Mask. For a casino owner, he’s always been a bit of a stickler. So, you keep that secret for yourself, and you don’t feel bad about it. He has his secrets too. Unfortunately, real life isn’t like an episode of The Sleep Over Club.

“I worry about you.” Jay is still looking at you with that scrutinising glare, too bad it won’t work on you.

“I can handle Roman.” You roll your eyes as you attempt to reassure him. “Really Jay, I promise. He’d have to kill me before I would give him what he wanted.”

That felt so long ago. A far off memory that you hadn’t thought about since before the turning point in your relationship with Roman. It was laughable really. Kill you? Roman saved you.

He’d told you Red Hood was responsible, but you can’t really remember. You’d been high on a bad trip; a newbie had cut the stuff wrong apparently. All you can recall is being lost and alone, unable to command your own body when a bright light hit you out of nowhere, your ears were ringing, and then there was a gun in your face and finally Roman, your knight in a skull-shaped mask.

He’d made let you watch when he’d dealt with the idiot who fucked up the formula, and again you don’t want to remember much, just all that blood, all the screaming, and the thought that you never wanted to be in that position. Red Hood on the other hand was still at large, still a risk, but you weren’t scared of him. Why would you be scared of him when you had Roman. To protect you of course.

All he asked for in exchange was your unwavering submission loyalty.

It was good for you, Roman had helped you in a lot of ways. Keeping you safe, taking the weight off your shoulders. He’d made you realise what an uppity bitch you’d been.

It had been hard at first, accepting what you really are, who you belong to. It went against your core values to swallow your pride and comply to his whims, but you learned that he knew what was best.

The drugs help too. They make it easier to ignore the looks you get. At first, they made you uncomfortable; pitying glances from your former co-workers, judgement and disgust from strangers that cut deeper than you’d thought, mostly lust-filled leering from Roman's followers and his business associates.

But your objectification made Roman happy, and a happy Roman kept you safe happy.

You’re not sure when it happened but eventually, you stopped working, and not worrying about all those numbers felt good. “Don’t think about the money baby just pick whatever you want.”

After numbers came reading, “Those are some big words, why don’t you just point to the pictures.”

Then Roman cleverly pointed out that you didn't need a phone. Carrying around a phone usually meant carrying around a bag, and the ugly old bag you'd had since college really clashed with your pretty dresses.

Besides, what would you do with a phone? Text? Words are hard. Videos? Too much fake news out there, it would only scare you. Call someone? Who? You had everything you need right here.

Giving up decision-making came so naturally after that. “Don’t worry Princess. Daddy knows what you need.”

Roman Daddy helps a lot, he keeps you in line, reminds you of your place. Sometimes you need a firm hand and he’s never been afraid to give it to you. But mostly he just keeps you grounded.

Like now. It would be easy to focus on the hard sticky floor digging into your knees. To feel shame at wilfully allowing someone to treat you like this, at the idea of being watched in such a degrading position by the patrons of the bar or the man on the other side of the table. But you have Daddy to keep you focused. The scratchy feel of his slacks on your cheeks, his fingers in your hair, petting you like a good girl.

The best part is the muskiness of his crotch against your nose. He smells so yummy! It’s a challenge not to stick your tongue out and taste him. The last time you’d done that you’d gotten carried away, drooling all over him, making a large wet patch on his expensive trousers and getting drool everywhere. He’d punished you by having you clean up as much of the remaining excess with your mouth. That meant sucking at the velvety pillowed fabric of the chair and licking the filth-trodden floor. You’d hated every second, but you’d been happy to do it, eager to convince Daddy to keep you.

And it worked!

The memory of it, helps you to stave off the urge to make out with his clothed groin right now. What doesn’t help is the throbbing clit between your legs. Daddy edges you multiple times a day but rarely does he let you cum, that way you’re always wet and needy and ready for his cock. The punishment for trying to get off without him? More proof of Daddy's brilliance. The thought of it dampens any impulse to alleviate the constant ache. You’d broken down and apologised before it even began, begged him to make it stop but he’d had you sit through the whole thing; an hour with your legs open, completely exposed to the False-Facers. No fucking, but otherwise they could do what they liked, touching, slapping, pinching, spitting, and that they did. Your lesson had been learned; that your pussy wasn’t yours. It, along with the rest of your body belongs to Daddy, not you and he can do as he pleases with it.

The hand in your hair suddenly tightens its grip, drawing you from your thoughts and guiding your head back to look at Daddy as he asks; “What are you think about baby?”

“You!” You smile at the sight of his handsome mask.

Cold glass brushes against your lips and you open up, tilting your head back to allow him to pour the sweet liquid in. It burns as it passes through your throat and makes your eyes water. You think you didn’t like cocktails like this before, but Daddy says you love them, and Daddy is always right.

“Good girl.” He coos, making you feel all warm and fuzzy with pride. “You’ve been so well-behaved today, why don’t you come sit on my lap and meet my new friend.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” You clamber to get closer to him, sitting across his lap and leaning the side of your head against his chest. You’re enjoying his warmth and the feel of his hands on your body when you hear something odd. A deep voice shouts a word you recognise but can’t define and it pings around the empty walls of your tiny brain.

“This is Jason Todd.” Daddy’s still talking, big words you don’t care about like ‘shareholder’ and ��investing’ as he finds a place to settle his wandering hands. One supports your weight, cupping your ass. The other shamelessly gropes your breast, twisting and pinching your pert nipple through the sheer fabric of your dress. A loud, pornographic moan escapes your glossy lips as you relish in Daddy's attention until you hear that word again.

“It’s me. It’s Jason.” It’s the same voice, chipping away in your unconscious. “It’s Jason Todd.”

Jason. Jason Todd. Another sound that you can’t quite put your finger on.

Jay-son Todd.

Jay-son.

Jay.

Finally, you look at the stranger, his mouth is moving. It’s his voice you’d heard before, he says the word again and you think you should know it, but you can’t quite grasp it.

“Have you met Jason before, baby?” Daddy's hold on you tightens, biting into half-healed wounds partially hidden by your clothes.

At the same time, the stranger barks, making you jump. “What the fuck?”

And then that word again and this time it clicks.

It’s your name.

You forgot your own name.

Shame hits you like a bucket of ice water. Trickling through your body in waves as it all comes back to you. And the man, that’s…

“Jason!” Your best friend Jason. “What are you doing here?”

God, what must he think of you; doing tricks like a damn dog for Daddy a man you swore you’d never let touch you.

“Looking for you.” He’s on his feet and towering over you in seconds. He has such a substantial frame. You always thought you’d recognise it anywhere. “I haven’t heard from you in months.”

Months? Had it really been months?

“Your phone line is dead. I went to your apartment and all your shit was on the curb. You’ve not been paying your bills or watering your plants. I thought you were dead.”

Concern is etched into his blue-green eyes and it’s too much. The indignity of your behaviour, the guilt at making him worry, making him come here looking for you, all those words. So many words. Roman says your brain isn’t meant for lots of words.

Jason grabs you, his meaty hand clutching onto your upper arm and attempting to pull you toward him. It does not have the desired effect, the rational part of your brain snaps under the stress of the overwhelming situation like he’s shining a spotlight on you in your most vulnerable moment, like he’s attacking you, and you can think of nothing in this world you want less than to go with him.

“Daddy!” While Jason’s tug is enough to send a jolt through your body, to your relief it isn’t enough to pull you from Daddy's arms. Instinctively, you pull his arm closer for comfort, unaware of how you’d been digging your nails into the sleeve of his suit jacket until you utilise it as a safety net. “Make him stop.”

The look on Jason’s the man’s face is that of pure horror. It hurts to look at, so you nestle deeper against Daddy's chest, soothed by the way it shakes as he chuckles, despite the evident venom lacing the sound. His neck is a deep shade of red. Angry veins bulge with each beat of his battery-powered heart. “You heard her, kid. Take a hike.”

“I’m not leaving without her you sick fuck.” And then the man puts his other hand on you, this one cupping your face, encouraging you to look at him. He’s trying to console you. Instead, he frightens you. “You don’t have to stay here. Whatever he’s got on you, we...”

You let the words pass in one ear and out the other, with no desire to retain any of it.

Daddy is not going to like this. Not only had the scary man tricked him, but now he’s touching you. Trying to take you away. Daddy is really not going to like this.

The man tries once more to snatch your body and this time he succeeds. You squeal as your body harshly lurches forward. Your fears are cut shut, however. Daddy protects you, grabbing you ruthlessly by the throat and kicking the back of your heel. You go limp, allowing his vice-like hold on your neck to lead you back to the floor.

"You Wayne's think you own every fucking thing." Daddy strikes the table with his fist, and something wet slashes into your face, followed by a loud shattering sound. You don't care.

"Don't compare me to him. He's got nothing to do with this."

"Like father like fucking son. You're under my roof boy, and you have the nerve to put your hands on my shit!"

It’s becoming a spectacle. People are watching. You don’t want to look, don't want to listen.

Closing your eyes, you kneel in front of the booth, settling your head onto the warm space where Daddy had been sitting.

They’re both shouting, it makes your head hurt. Something cool is seeping down your face. What sounds like a gun goes off. Once, twice, three times. You don’t care. You don’t want to care. You want to go back to ten minutes ago when your head was empty, and your Daddy was happy.

His lingering scent helps you find that headspace until he returns.

“Look at me.” Once again, he uses your hair to yank your head back, directing you to face him. Despite the way you wail in surprise, the sting is a welcomed reassurance that you’re where you belong. Dark red blood mars his white suit. You don’t look for a body or an injury. You just keep looking at Daddy. “Oh, my poor baby, you’re shaking. It’s okay, Daddies here.”

Daddy puts you at ease.

[readychilledwine]

A Throne for a Queen

SJM Villain's Week - Day 4 - Their Reign

Summary - Maeve's gatherings always tend to put her in a special mood, you just had to wait in anticipation to get to experience it.

Warnings - Exibitionism/Voyeurism, fxf, heavy petting, reader is a glorified lapcat, power kink, set up for PWOP, implied previous smut, mutual pinning

A/n - Happy Day 4 of @sjmvillainweek. This is our cutesy drabble for today, especially with Eyes on Me being planned for day 7. Throne for a Queen and Eyes on Me were originally one piece, but I cut them into 2 parts due to it being over 7k. I had originally thought about moving the whole thing to day 7, but I felt that was unfair since I previewed it for today, and so did my friends who voted on it. I have mixed feelings on it and may regret posting it this way, but we die like men here, and at the very least, those of you who aren't into full-on smut are getting a slightly mild spicy scene.

So, without further yapping, enjoy this little setup, and hopefully wait in anticipation, for some of the longest porn with minimal plot I've ever written.

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Maeve was practically purring from joy behind you. The sounds of the party below her had her smirking eyes on dancing figures that she controlled. “All of them are puppets,” she kissed your shoulder, smoothing the words into your skin. “Dancing for my joy at my command.”

“As they should, my grace,” Connell said softly from next to the two of you. “They should celebrate the blessing your presence has brought us.”

Maeve loved praise, even if Connell wasn't her favorite toy to receive it from. She did enjoy his attention enough at times to keep him in his more human form, though, and this was one of those times.

Maeve had been receiving praise left and right, and you could feel her buzzing in her skin, power drunk on the way people thanked her for allowing them this. This was when Maeve was her most dangerous. For the Cadre, for you, for her people. When she had this reminder of her control, she was a loose canon. She varied from seeking sex to threats of war, to wondering if she could walk to other worlds, and spread her domination further.

Her parties were thrown every 6 months, and on those 6 month reminders of her conquest and reign, Maeve truly got off on the control she had, relishing in her power, in how some people worshiped her, in how even more feared her. It was as if the fleeting moments of happiness her people enjoyed during these parties renewed her, feeding her as they truly believed in their drunken joy that maybe things have changed only for a manicured fist to trample on those feelings until all that remained with withered hope and terror once again. It was what her legacy would be: fear and a Queen high on her ability to inflict it.

But tonight, the cycle fell on to her seeking and sex, and she had chosen you and Connell for her meal, something that both excited you and left your bones twisted with anxiety. “Isn't my little doll pretty tonight, Connell?” Maeve ran her finger down your cheek, down your neck. “And so well behaved!”

You met the eyes of the darker of the Moonbeam brothers. Fenrys was undeniably beautiful, but there was something about Connell you found special, and Maeve knew this.

Your master was not blind to the way you two looked at each other, how you looked at her. How you both watched her with one another. Maeve began to run her hand along the valley of your breasts, still waiting for the male to respond, “Cat have your tongue, my sweet wolf?”

Connell seemed to shake the cobwebs, mind no longer lingering on the things he had watched you and Maeve do behind closed doors, “A beautiful creature, my queen. She is a beautiful creature.”

Maeve hummed as she squeezed a rounded breast, “Do you think about touching her? Sometimes, I think about having her right here for all to watch. Bare and spread so everyone can see how wet she gets when I whisper to her.”

Connell swallowed hard at that, watching her hand as it settled on your inner thigh. You were flushing at the idea, but you would never say no. Maeve was generous at times, especially when she was throwing one of her rare parties. To say no to her when she was in such a giving mood would be shameful and potentially quite painful.

Maeve continued to explore your body with her hand, kissing the side of your throat softly before whispering for only you to hear, “Take your dress off for me.” There was no room for argument, nor a chance to, as she untied the top straps, the bodice falling before she made you stand, the rest pooling at the ground. “Crawl back to me,” she commanded.

You obeyed almost mindlessly, on your hands and knees before her. The party continued, only a few noticing you fully on display and kneeling before Maeve. “Does she deserve a reward,” Maeve asked Connell. “She's been so good lately.”

His eyes were roaming every inch, every piece of smooth skin glowing from the oils put on you before the party. Glowing with the odd joy you had when being treated this way. “Yes, my queen,” he finally answered.

Maeve motioned for him to lift you back into her lap, forcing you to sit with your legs across the sides of the throne and an arm hooked around her neck, “I think so too.” her voice held an edge that made you shiver. “And we're going to give it to her right here.”

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SF ZINEFEST 2024! Some pictures from the San Francisco Zinefest last week! I had a wonderful time, and it was SUPER busy! thanks everyone who swung by to pick up prints and zines from me, I really appreciate it. It was really heartening to see people enjoy my art and remember me from over the years—I’ve had a very busy year and not as much time to “be an artist” as I’d like, so it was very invigorating to be around other queer artists again in a dedicated and enthusiastic space. When online a lot, you tend to forget how it is to be around art in person, and this was a great reminder of it—also every year, I’m always excited to see the beautiful outfits and fashion of the attendees! Someday I’ll dress up more special, but alas it’s just work and apron for me XD

I also finally got to meet longtime mutual and incredible artist @megamoth in person, and got a copy of their Devilman zine series here I contributed to some years ago! Here’s a pic with a cool itabag as well.

This year, I debuted a few new works:

“Fujo X-Ray Visions”

is a collection of personal comics from the past year I’ve been posting here and on Patreon, mostly about trying to balance life as a cartoonist and as someone pursuing some new career experiences in the healthcare field. Like “Voids and Visions” before it, there’s a bunch of personal stuff and angsting along with regular goofiness.

It’s available now both as a physical zine, as well as a digital download!

“If All The World Were Mine!”

My collection of artwork and comics I’ve done for my medieval rpf side account, @angevinyaoiz over the past couple years. It’s a mix of some serious historical illustrations, goofy cartoons, and nsfw works. It’s probably one of the most “niche” things I’ve ever made or gotten into as of late, but I’m happy for the audience who has appreciated my work over the past several months. It’s available currently as a physical zine purchase on storenvy, and I’m planning on making an expanded digital zine version available later—fill out this form to be notified!

“Best Yaoi Movies of 20th Century Hollywood”

In this collaborative project I did with my friend @titilvating, in the style of classic cut and paste, copied zines, we offer our takes on 19 movies made before the year 2000. Many are acclaimed classics; some are underrated gems.  We made this zine to both introduce folks to the richness possibilities of classic movies; whether longtime cinephiles familiar with queer subtexts,  or young fujos looking for more material to sink their yaoifangs into.  Our sample size caters to our personal tastes rather than “good representation” and reflects a fraction what’s out there, with a focus on western US/European media, but hopefully can serve as a fun introduction and celebration. Old movies are a lotta fun, who would’ve thought?

It’s available now as a free digital download, but contact me if you’re interested in a physical edition as well!”

Other Works:

My print version of “The Sons of God” was very well received! I realized sometimes giving little titles to print pieces make for great conversation starters, and I got to chat a lot about my inspirations for the respective pieces. Grab a physical print here!

Ending Thoughts

Overall, I’m glad I got to meet lots of people this year and also pick up lots of zines! I didn’t have a chance to really browse this time around since it was so busy, but I got to trade a lot with folks and also pick up some cool zines and stickers myself.

For those who’d like to keep up with what I’m doing, follow me here, on Patreon, either as a member or free-follower, since I tend to post my sketches/WIPs there first. For me now, it’s back to the grind of school and also continuing creative projects. I have a lot of stuff I dream of doing, and it’s always a challenge to balance that with what needs to get done. If I learned anything from this event, it’s how valuable it is to connect with people in the real world art space (Something I always learn and forget like every few months.)…also, always bring water and snacks—can never be TOO prepared!

Wishing you all a good autumn,

-Allie

[aquamarine-oceanfront]

Details about the Amazing Digital Circus pop-up shop in Japan (and the exclusive premiere of episode 2 associated with it)

This post's title kind of sums up the basics, but here's some background: in early March of this year, a Japanese company called InfoLens entered a licensing agreement with Glitch Productions to sell products based on The Amazing Digital Circus. The same press release also announced that they would open a pop-up store in Tokyo, which would operate from April 26th to May 12th. (If I'm not mistaken, InfoLens seems to specialize in these sorts of agreements - they've made similar deals and pop-up shops for everything from Apex Legends to Garten of Banban.) Around this time, they also started up an official Japanese Twitter account devoted to the series.

Close to a month later, they would announce more details about the shop, including what goods they would sell (a mixture of existing merchandise from Glitch's online store and newly-made ones) and plans for a second location in Osaka (running June 7-23). This also coincided with the first time Glitch Productions' main Twitter account publicly acknowledged any of this (as far as I know).

Not long after this came another announcement: they would be holding a raffle where the winners would attend the world premiere of the series' second episode on April 25th, the day before the Tokyo store opened to the public.

So how'd all this pan out? I'll elaborate below the jump, but here's a picture to set the scene:

(Source: Reika Ō, Japanese VA for Gangle and Zooble)

To start with, the Pop-Up Store itself has a number of things aside from merchandise - like the life-size Pomni statue seen above. (The design was the work of Zachary Preciado - it bears a resemblance to her AniMatez figure.)

There's also a corner decorated to look like Kaufmo's room, with a Ragatha (and, at least sometimes, Jax) cutout & oversized die (for sitting on). I believe it's meant to be used for photographs.

(Sources, from left to right: IshiiNaki and the official Japanese Amazing Digital Circus Twitter account)

Other decorations include curtains, TVs displaying promotional clips (seemingly just existing ones on Glitch's YouTube channel), a floating inflatable replica of Bubble, an equally inflatable kiddie pool holding a whole bunch of plushies for sale, and some giant pseudo-toy blocks. The following pictures collectively show all of these:

(Sources, from left to right: Soichiro Sugawara - Japanese VA of Caine & Jax - Shiori Honma - Japanese VA of Ragatha - and Columbo-san Games)

Also, while I'm not currently aware of any recordings of this, according to Arran (Pomni's Japanese VA), the store plays specially-recorded audio of Pomni and Caine. She also mentions "treasured materials" (秘蔵��料) as another point of interest, which segues into my next topic:

(Sources, from top to bottom: Reika Ō, Columbo-san Games again, Glitch Productions, and Shiori Honma)

Several photographs have a glass display in the background. Thus far, I haven't seen any closer pictures of it - given that there appears to be a "no photography/video recording" placard nearby, that'd explain why. The actual contents aren't especially clear - there's a picture of the main cast doing their bind poses at the back of the case, but the sheets of paper(?) underneath look like they could be concept art or something similar. I'm not sure. Hopefully this gets released later down the line.

With all that said, what about the advance screening? Well, as seen in Glitch's photos of the event, Kevin and Luke made a surprise appearance in person to talk about the series. While the attendees have been told not to reveal anything about the new episode until its wider release on May 3rd, one of them took notes on the experience as a personal reminder and revealed some interesting tidbits in the process. I'm not the best at Japanese, but here's my rough, sometimes rather loose translation of what they wrote:

★ The episode, as well as the announcements before and after it, were dubbed in Japanese. Furthermore, the announcement before the screening was recorded specifically for the occasion. Pretty wild.¹ ∙ Before the show: Caine + Pomni ∙ After the show: Jax ("Good to know it was just a dream"² - this elicited shrieks in the venue) ★ Before the main event began, they played the existing promo videos on a loop in both English & Japanese. ★ I expected the audience to be overwhelmingly female, but in reality there were quite a lot of men in attendance, too. ★ Kevin (the CEO) and Luke frequently said things in Japanese, like "arigatō (thank you)" and "surimasen (excuse me)." The one that made me laugh the most was Kevin saying "…Sō desu ne (Yes, indeed)… (thoughtful)" ★ The reason they held the screening in Japan was twofold: they wanted to help spread Western animation to the country & they simply love Japan. ★ Episode 2 really is good, but my brain hasn't fully processed it right now, so it's better not to get your hopes too high.³ 🥲✨✊

¹ Originally "やば" (yaba), which appears to be a variant of "やばい" (yabai). This word can mean many different things - literally "terrible" or "very bad," but also used as slang for "great" or "far-out" - and I felt that "wild" was a reasonably apt choice for this context. ² Another attendee's comments on Twitter reference this quote as well. ³ To be absolutely clear: this appears to be a warning against unreasonably high expectations (since the OP hadn't quite digested the episode at the time of writing), not discouraging getting hyped to any degree.

Another attendee had a shorter account of the experience, summed up in two tweets. (Again, please forgive me if there are any errors in these translations!)

I was chosen and went to the advance screening…! I definitely didn't expect there to be specially-recorded voice work and art (to remind people of their manners) before the show… Especially Jax's closing remarks: "'You all can leave through the exit. Ah, [but] that's none of my business." It was way too crazy, hearing the voices of the agonized nerds in the venue. It was great lol Two producers made a surprise trip to Japan and took part in a Q&A session. They said that Popee the Performer was one of the show's influences!

(It's worth noting that Gooseworx herself has mentioned Popee as an influence in the past before, specifically saying Jax and Gangle were respectively inspired by Popee and Kedamono - though, in both cases, she also mentioned that there was more to her characters than just resembling the latter two.)

To finish this post off, here's a couple more images (both posted on Twitter by Shiori Honma) I wanted to share:

Honma posts with her character's standee.

All five of the Japanese dub's primary voice actors, together with Pomni. (If I'm not mistaken, the tweet's text says none of them knew in advance that the screening of episode 2 would be in Japanese.)

[welcome-to-green-hills]

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS CHALLENGE-

The Movie Series means so much to me. I've been a Sonic fan for more than 10 years. It's one of my personal favorite franchises but in the last couple of years in the 2010s, it was hard for me to enjoy literally anything if no body likes anything. Unfortunately it's still like that, but back then, it was BAD.

Then the first news for the first movie came to public and despite everyone's worries, I was EXCITED AS FUCK for the movie. I never even heard of Ben Schwartz until I heard he was gonna voice Sonic and the instant I looked up a clip from DuckTales and Rise of the TMNT, I fell in LOVE with his voice and his outstanding voice acting. (That dude is responsible for me becoming a fan of DuckTales, TMNT, Randy Cunningham, etc.)

The first trailer, the manhog one, kind of made the Sonic fandom a laughing stock for months. I honestly didn't think his design was that bad (Before I saw the redesign anyway lol) but I was excited for the movie regardless.

But DUDE... Nothing could ever make me fall in love with the franchise again, let alone replace a favorite version of Sonic of mine, than finally seeing Sonic Wachowski's new look. I never squealed so hard on my life.

Seeing the movie at theaters meant a lot because it was the first time I've ever been to a real movie theater since I was 2 or 3. I was nervous because of my sensory, but it won't stop me from watching the Blue Devil on screen. (My dad got me some noise cancelling headphones but they didn't even fit me that well so I just watched movie 1 and 2 without them and it surely was an experience. It wasn't until he got me much better sports professional ones when we went to see the Mario Movie on IMAX. Nice save dad. XD)

For a long time, I watched this movie every single day the moment I got it on Steelbook. I just love everything about it. How relatable it is, the dynamics between characters, the FX and CGI, the acting/voice acting from everyone, the story, everything.

This movie holds a special place in my heart, including Finding Nemo and Lilo and Stitch because they all have thing in common: found family.

Blue precious characters feeling lost in a big world finally finding something they found home, and said home loves them back. 💕

But I never realized how much of this version of Sonic mean to me until the second film came out. I think it changed my life forever. XD

...Actually, yeah, no, I DID changed my life. That wasn't even a joke.

Everything I loved about the first movie got doubled in the second movie. Every second on screen was a joy to watch. Especially the entirety of the third act. Besides the Rise of the TMNT movie, this is one of my favorite Ben Schwartz performances. He knocked it out of the park.

The second film helped me through a lot since post-pandemic. I mean the Sonic franchise alone helped me a lot, but the Movie Series especially. (I call it the Movie Series because it's more than just the movies.)

The Knuckles show was great. It wasn't what I was expecting but I had a lot of fun watching it. I kind of wasn't expecting some Whipple family drama involving Wade's dad since that side-plot was similar to what I'm going through. (Though the difference between Wade's dad and MY dad is that mine really cares about us and we're still getting along. XD)

People have the right to feel however they wanna feel towards anything, but no one's feelings on anything can be the same as mine.

I love the Movie Series so much. It helped me through tough times and it helped me get back in the fandom fully. I am planning on getting AO3 sometime around summer, and I'll be writing a lot. (Hopefully lol)

The Blueberry Muffin is super important to me. There is no other Sonic like him. I thank the whole Movie Series for helping me throughout this decade, and Sonic Wachowski for not making me feel alone. (Including you, Mystery.)

Ohhh❤️🥹❤️

Thank you for sharing this with me. And thank you for feeling comfortable and happy enough to share this with me.

[solarpunkani]

Sonic the Hedgehog and Solarpunk Ideals

Alright, it's June 23rd which means not only is it Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, but it's also Sonic the Hedgehog's 32nd birthday. Let's all say Happy Birthday Sonic the Hedgehog.

Overall, that means it's time for me to do something I usually don't do on this blog--talk about Sonic the Hedgehog, one of my favorite series of all times. Specifically, how I feel it embodies Solarpunk at least a little bit. Hopefully you'll see where I'm coming from by the end of this.

Real quick though, special shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being my beta reader 100/10 owe you my life.

Alright let’s make one thing clear. I’m a Sonic nerd. I’ve been a Sonic nerd since at least the 5th grade. Sonic the hedgehog is one of My Things. IDK if I’d call it a hyperfixation, but it’s definitely one of My Things, and it’s been one of My Things longer than gardening or even Solarpunking and all the other stuff y’all know me for has been. I am about to talk y’alls ears off. Buckle up.

With that in mind, I’m not going to pretend that the Sonic franchise is a perfect franchise made by perfect people working under a perfect corporation. Even ignoring the timeline disasters, retconning, and rushed projects (*cough cough Sonic 06 and Sonic Boom cough cough*), Sonic the Hedgehog is made by a corporation in a capitalistic world who has done some… iffy things in the past, present, and likely the future. We are, here, today, strictly talking about two things--the creation of Sonic and the creation of Dr. Eggman. There will be a super special third topic I bring up later, but that's gonna be its own post. I’ll bring up a handful of things from the shows, comics, movies, etc. If I finish writing and editing and posting this whole lengthy diatribe and someone ignores this paragraph and brings up some inane unrelated shit that the Big Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I might snap. Yes, corporations are bad. Yes, I like Sonic. Let’s establish that.

Ok let’s actually get started.

Sonic the Hedgehog the Dude, Tiny Rebellions, and Freedom

Alright, so Sonic the Hedgehog is a series of games, movies, comic books, TV shows--it's a whole thing, it's an entire franchise. The basics of what you need to know here is that a little 3’3” superpowered anthropomorphic blue hedgehog dude and his array of equally-animalian and equally-colorful friends are ruining the robotics-based evil world takeover plans of a 6’1” egg-shaped human dude on the regular. Occasionally, there are other villains, and other storylines, and sometimes the motivations change, but that sentence boils down the Sonic the Hedgehog storyline to its base essentials. 

The Sonic franchise was dreamed up in 1990 when SEGA needed a new mascot to compete with Nintendo’s iconic Mario. Personality-wise, he’s said to have been inspired by “a modern sensibility of wanting to get things done right away, righting wrongs as they presented themselves instead of letting them linger.” As we currently know him, with Sonic “What you see is what you get--just a guy who loves adventure.” He’s a free-spirited drifter who goes with the flow, valuing freedom above all else and wanting nothing more than to live by his own rules and whims rather than bowing to the expectations of others. He loves interacting with the many cultures on his planet (which we mostly see in Sonic Unleashed, but still), trying local dishes with friends frequently. Overall, Sonic is driven by a strong sense of justice and fairness, fighting for the ideal of freedom rather than the name of the law--and he always fights for the underdog. He likes to handle things on his own, but he isn’t above looking to his friends for help when needed--and acknowledges their role in his life and achievements regularly (if he can be a bit smug at times). He appreciates scenic views and nature, with a special fondness for places filled with plants--we see him do this lots in the series--and he hates when people destroy it for their own gain. He doesn’t hate cities, though, and finds they have their own beauty.

So what’s Solarpunk about this? In my eyes, a good bit. If you don’t know what Solarpunk is, it’s described on Wikipedia as ‘a literary and artistic movement that envisions and works towards actualizing a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community.” Aesthetically, I like to describe it as a mix between sci-fi and cottagecore, with a particular leaning towards some steampunk and some cyberpunk elements, but in a brighter, cleaner, more hopeful way. It's important to note, however, that Solarpunk is also a practical and political action mindset--as much as Solarpunks dream of a hopeful future and work to visualize it, we also work to learn the concepts and take the actions needed to make it a reality. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that Sonic is super politically revolutionary, I’m here to talk about how Sonic fits into the aesthetics of Solarpunk.

As such, lets get into the point--I feel like Sonic is pretty Solarpunk, personality-wise. He just fits a lot of the core tenants--wants to right wrongs ASAP, whether they’re his wrongs or wrongs of the past. He values freedom, traveling, and beautiful natural places--a big chunk of Solarpunk is learning to appreciate and protect the natural species around you, and plenty of people have dreamed up nomadic Solarpunk societies. Even Sonic living by his own rules instead of bowing to expectations fits in Solarpunk--A Solarpunk Manifesto states that “the ‘punk’ in Solarpunk is about rebellion, counterculture… and enthusiasm. it is about going in a different direction than the mainstream…” People in the Solarpunk movement care deeply about freedom, justice, fairness, and fixing the broken systems we deal with today--and often start the legwork by forming or taking part in community-based movements and initiatives. We lean onto those around us for strength and courage, to work as a group to think of solutions to problems, whether that be something small like trading DIY patch instructions to bigger things like planning and creating community gardens to even sharing news about unionizing and more. There’s acts a Solarpunk can do alone--like guerrilla gardening, or moss graffiti, or drawing and writing concepts of a brighter future--but we all know we’re at our strongest when we’re not just one, but many. 

But one of my biggest arguments to Sonic being Solarpunk actually centers around his nemesis--Doctor Eggman.

Doctor Eggman as the Antithesis of Solarpunk

After all, it’s pretty hard to talk about how a hero of a series is Solarpunk without discussing the people and forces he fights against, and most of the time that’s Doctor Ivo Robotnik--better known to most as Dr. Eggman. He was developed more or less directly alongside Sonic the hedgehog, and as such the notes about his creation not only influence his character, but the character and vibe of most of the franchise so far. So who is Doctor Eggman?

Doctor Eggman is often described as the World’s Vilest Person--he’s evil, mean, cruel-spirited, and a self-proclaimed genius scientist who only really thinks about what he wants and what he needs to do to get it--getting pleasure in crushing anything that gets in his way. His main goal is to establish his Eggman Empire across the entire planet and build his own version of a utopia, Eggmanland--usually taking the form of a polluted, smog-filled city or a robotic theme park. His plans have varied from excavating natural spaces and turning woodland creatures into robotic slaves (Sonic 1, 2, 3), using doomsday devices to threaten nations and blow up the moon (Sonic Adventure 2), tie down planets for his own purposes (Sonic CD, Sonic Colors), or even using cosmic forces beyond his comprehension to flood metropolises or literally rip the planet apart (Sonic Adventure, Sonic Unleashed). In the comics and some shows, he even takes it a step further--a common theme with him is Roboticization, wherein people are forcibly turned from organic beings into robot slaves. Sometimes its a machine fulfilling this sometimes-irreversible process (Archie Comics, Sonic the Hedgehog Cartoon, Sonic Underground), while other times its an all-consuming virus that grows out of his control and turns almost the entire planet into raving robotic zombies (IDW Sonic Comics issues #12-29). He’s fueled by delusions of grandeur, believing that all of the world’s problems would be solved if he specifically were in charge of everyone all the time and had things his way, and makes robotic inventions and weapons to obtain power. He’s overflowing with self-confidence and pride, highlighting his ‘scientific genius’ whenever he can. He’ll leave temporary allies to rot if it gives him a chance to take all the credit and power for  himself, he looks down on everyone else and sees them as insignificant, only interested in what benefits him. Fairness and community? With Doctor Eggman? Forget it, he’ll steal candy from a baby and then turn it into a robot if given the chance. And even with robotic helpers he makes himself, he quickly gets sick of them--Eggman doesn’t do friends. 

I’d compare him to Elon Musk, but at least Dr. Eggman is actually a genius.

A Solarpunk Manifesto was published in 2019, describing Solarpunk as “A movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question ‘what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?’”. Eggmanland is not how we get there--Doctor Eggman is an embodiment of everything the Solarpunk ideology stands against, and not entirely by accident. Here’s a quote from Yuji Naka, one of the creators of Sonic the Hedgehog.

“Robotnik was created to be the opposite of Sonic, and to be the bad guy. At that time, there was opposition between "developers" and "environmentalists", and Robotnik was created to represent machinery and development.”

He represents it pretty well--his common motifs are imperialism and pollution, and his version of a utopia is often reminiscent of pre-EPA photos of US cities. Sometimes its done to a cartoonish level--but the point still stands. Whenever we catch glimpses of Eggman’s ‘Home Bases,’ whether its Scrap Brain Zone in Sonic 1, Chemical Plant in Sonic 2, Metallic Madness in Sonic CD, or elsewhere, we’re always seeing tons of mechanization, smog, pollution, and death robots.

Solarpunks aren’t opposed to technology--not in the slightest. But I feel its safe to say that any Solarpunk would be opposed to the over-industrialized, hyper-mechanized, pollution-riddled empire hellscape that Eggman would call heaven. (And you know damn well he'd be all over those Boston Dynamic robot dogs if he were real). To me, Eggman represents the grim-dark futures that apocalyptic stories tell us we’re barreling towards--the darker, less sunny side of the already dystopian cyberpunk genre. Solarpunk is the sun that burns away at smoggy futures, the light that reveals what we can have instead, the ideas that lead to actions to secure it. Its hope in a bottle--hope that we can enjoy and add to, a dream that we can help make into a reality. The ideals are chock full of resisting the real-life Eggmans who want to send humanity into a nose-dive of mechanization and energy-burning self-destruction for the sake of short-lived profits and smug ego-trips. 

Is Sonic a strictly Solarpunk series? I wouldn’t necessarily say so. But I think if the themes and terms had existed in 1990, it certainly would have been cited as a bit of an inspiration. Whether the Solarpunk community would have been chill with a corporation citing the term as inspiration is a whole other deal.

Stay tuned for this posts' sequel, where I talk about how I feel my favorite game in the series--Sonic Colors--is Solarpunk.

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #3 | 03.31.23

Almost April already, huh? Time does really fly when you are busy. If February promised to be a stressful month for me and the team, March has been hell let loose. Our second trimester has ended as of today and our plan of action is to do as many things as we can during April, as we will hopefully have less workload from our master.

Without further ado—let's see what we managed to do this month!

Fixing sprites has still been one of our priorities. Truth is our master is doing a good job at teaching us how to do things better, and the eyes that once did those sprites are not the same watching them now. One of our bigger struggles is the lack of personal—we are literally four people doing our best with our daily lives while also being in charge of whole departments, and that is a bit crazy sometimes because there's a lot to do. I hope we can hire some help for the full game, because I don't want us all to crunch forever :').

Following the character art train of thought, this month we will also be giving priority to finishing at least one of our key art / promotional art pieces. Raquel is already working on polishing the sketch and we hope we can finish it soon to really start having a solid package of key art to represent us and our game.

Final piece will include bodies attached to heads, mind you. Unless...

Ahá! Remember last month when we said Raquel and I were working on some LiL backgrounds for a master assignment? Well, they are looking pretty good! We got rid of one forest background during the prologue outline process to alleviate some workload, but we seized the opportunity to bring it back! We won't be showing that one yet as we want to finish it and make an individual post for it, but you can have a look at this one instead!

Taking a stroll through Limbo's woods seems like a good idea...

Not too many news from the writing department this month. I'm going full speed with the fixes and editing the demo script like I planned, and I hope to have everything ready next month, but we'll see how things go. The changes to the script are being very beneficial to the general pace of the prologue. We want to get to the juicy part as soon as possible and have as much content of the LIs as we can, right?

The main lore document is still on the works too, but, dare I say it, I'm very happy with it! I'm secretly hoping we can offer the lore book as a physical reward for our future kickstarter, but that's still far away in the future. The artbook is our main priority!

This month we have also focused on something really special and important that sadly we won't be revealing until it's done because, well, it's in the making, and no one wants to see it all ugly and in progress, right? But we are working very hard and are very excited to be able to show it soon! Agh!

Also, our GUI is almost, almost completely finished! Only the title screen is left, so we are leaving you a preview of another screen right below. Our designer is once again doing an impeccable job.

Yep, you'll have a compendium with all the important bits and lore pieces you discover. Only in the full game, though.

It has been an okay-ish month for us. Very stressful because of our master; there's definitely a lot of excitement we have been bottling up as we found ourselves unable to work on LiL like we wanted to. I hope that April, or at least the beginning of it (before the last trimester of our degree starts getting serious and unhinged, which I'm afraid will happen) proves to be productive and enough to at least tie up some loose ends. The team needs a couple of days to rest, but we are ready to get back on track and do as much as we can this next month.

Thank you all so much for your unending support and for your patience, it means the world to us :') 💜 We hope you all are doing alright!

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Roleplay (Kenjaku x Mahito)

First NSFW prompt of Mahito Month and it's a small taste of an idea I've had for sometime now. Maybe I will expand upon this in the future but for now here is my take on Mahito's side of my idea! Hopefully you enjoy it~ reblog or comment if you have any thoughts! Cross-posted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twitter as kenjakusbrain!

It had taken quite a little time for Mahito to come to this conclusion. He had been trying to figure out a way to keep Geto’s attention focused on him. Lately they had been so entrenched in getting things ready for Geto’s plan in Shibuya that the man was more distracted than he normally was. He certainly hadn’t been paying enough attention to the curse, and that was annoying to Mahito.

What was so special about Gojo Satoru anyway? He hadn’t even heard of the man until Geto came around so he couldn’t be that important. Even Jogo had begun to talk about the man ever since he was unable to beat him in a fight. Even if he was strong, he had been the only thing they had spoken about for a few days, and Mahito was sick of it!

The curse did have a plan though, he’d done some research on the sorcerer. Maybe he could scare some sense into Geto, seeing as the man had mentioned that one of the most important parts of the plan was that Gojo didn’t see him until immediately before they planned on sealing him.

Shape shifting was something that Mahito did regularly, though he usually emulated animals instead of people. It wasn’t so difficult for him, though the slightly taller frame was somehow harder to adjust to than when he turned into a fish. The easiest part was obtaining clothing, since he was a curse, it hadn’t been hard for him at all to sneak into a shop and grab something similar to Gojo Satoru’s normal clothing.

Mahito was ready to put his plan into action as he waited outside of the entrance to Dagon’s domain. The curse waited until he could feel the strange soul that was Geto approaching. Funny, he too could see just fine with the blindfold on.

As Geto stepped onto the same floor as Mahito, he waited til the man put his hand on the doorknob to step out of the shadows. Mahito knew if he spoke he would lose his chance at keeping the illusion up so he kept quiet, the smirk Jogo had complained about so much plastered on his face.

It was as if all the air left the hall in which they stood. Geto’s hand hovered inches away from the doorknob as his head slowly tilted to stare at Mahito. The look on Geto’s face was completely unreadable. He didn’t look angry, confused, or even amused. The curse felt a wave of unease wash over him, but he stepped closer regardless.

Or at least, he tried to. Some force was holding him still, he was completely able to move as if some gravitational force was anchoring him down.

“Mahito, what do you think you’re doing?” The question left Geto’s lips as the man still hadn’t moved more than to see the curse better. 

The curse didn’t answer, being unable to move had left him speechless. For the first time, Mahito felt that he may be experiencing regret for the first time. Especially with the way it felt like Geto’s gaze was what was trapping him in place.

“Did you want attention that badly? Were you trying to startle me?” Geto asked, turning to walk toward the curse as he spoke. 

Mahito could feel the pressure around him dissolve enough for him not to feel as strangled. Lifting his hands he pulled the blindfold down, though the stitches remained on his face, his eyes brightly glimmered in the light. As blue as any six eyes user.

“You only talk about Gojo and I was hoping you’d look more frightened if you thought your big plans were ruined,” Mahito said. His words were honest, he had been jealous and wanted to play a trick on the curse user. It wasn’t the smartest idea he’d ever had, but it was something the curse had found amusing.

Geto stopped walking as soon as Mahito dropped the blindfold. It wasn’t the fact that Mahito had tried to trick him that upset Geto, it wasn’t even the use of Gojo Satoru’s form so close to their hideout. The sight of the eyes that had bested him time and time again set alight a fire inside Geto’s body. Mahito’s words barely registered in his head as he stared into the shiny eyes sitting where a different shade of blue should be.

Mahito once again felt a weight come down on him, try as he might the curse was unable to move from where he stood. 

“You’ve had your fun with the six eyes, now it's time for me to have my fun,” Geto threatened as he stepped closer toward the curse.

--

Mahito was dizzy, he was still held still by the strange gravitational force that had to have been some kind of jujutsu Geto hadn’t told him about. The man had moved him into one of the abandoned apartments in the complex their hideout was in and forced him down in front of a mirror.

At first all Mahito could focus on was the way the invisible force pressed him into the cool counter. Now he could barely form a thought as Geto’s thick cock slid in and out of him at a violent pace. It felt so good and yet so overwhelming, Mahito would have been grinding back into it could he move.

The lack of control made him feel weak, yet it didn’t make him angry. He wanted more of what Geto could give him, he’d never seen the normally so composed man fall apart quite like this. The sensations Geto was making him feel were addicting.

Geto’s hand had been in his hair, or rather Gojo’s short white hair, grip tight and holding the curse’s face up. While Mahito’s eyes had glazed over from all the pleasure he was feeling, they still shimmered brightly in the dim light. Gleaming even in the reflection of the dusty mirror. The sight kept Geto’s thrusts sharp and constant.

“You didn’t expect this, did you, six eyes?” Geto’s words came out in between pants. He sounded like his composure was slipping, as if Mahito had somehow sparked something inside of him neither of them fully expected.

Mahito couldn’t respond, even to tease the man about not really being Gojo Satoru. This was clearly something personal to Geto, though Mahito had no way of knowing this. All the curse knew was that Geto had never fucked him this hard before. 

The curse was far too lost in pleasure to notice that Geto’s eyes had not left his own even for a second since they’d made it into this room. He’d never felt more powerful than when he was holding down Gojo Satoru and using him like his own personal toy. That Mahito could do this for him, made the curse all the more valuable.

Mahito was already entertaining enough to keep around, yet through all of his shape shifting, this wasn’t something Geto had thought of himself. He was attracted to Mahito so this layer of roleplay wasn’t needed, but the opportunities it presented made Geto’s thrusts stutter, losing their rhythm and becoming random. 

He had no need for imagination when this powerful curse could be anything he wanted. The possibilities were limitless.

As Geto reached his peak, finishing inside of Mahito, he let out a moan neither of them expected. It was desperate sounding, the vulnerable sound coming from Geto paired with the way he fucked himself through his own orgasm made Mahito finish against the sink. 

Through his own pleasurable haze the curse noted to himself, he wanted to be able to pull that noise from Geto himself. Without changing into someone else, without needing to be the six eyes.

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

Hi! I, evidently like so many others, absolutely loved THD!! I am spinning it in my hands, bouncing it up and down, examining the fractals it throws off when held to light... it's just SO GOOD! I wandered over here when you posted the final chapter, read your plan of attack post for the series and am now stuck on this somehow being the first fandom fic you've written?? If you're happy to answer, I would love to know what it is about TL and Jamie Tartt specifically that inspired you to jump from original work (which I will definitely be checking out later!! Your prose demands no less!!) and into fan fiction, any why this particular AU gripped you to the point of delivering 80k words of brilliance? Thank you for the story and (hopefully) thank you in advance for the response!

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! My venture into fanfic is the result of a confluence of a few different factors. I finally got around to watching TL maybe a month before season 3 aired, having already osmosed some of the major plot points from Tumblr at large — most notably the Wembley scene, which was the main reason I decided to watch it and probably gave Jamie an edge going in. The show falls into the sweet spot between "bad but I had a good time" and "this is a beautiful work of art" that made me want to dig my fingers in and pick it apart: it has defined themes and character arcs and is overall well-crafted, but also has a number of flaws and bits that didn't quite work, particularly when it comes resolution of Jamie's arc with his dad — which annoyed me so much that it's the origin of this sideblog.

Jamie falls into the category of like. characters alchemically created for me to like them. As in, the first time I heard a description of the show, they got to Jamie and I was like "if I ever watch this, he's going to be my favourite." And I was right! I have a real soft spot for what I lovingly refer to as "narrative problem children": if there's one member of the main group who causes problems for everyone else and is an asshole that no one likes, they're probably my special little guy (think season 1 Izzy Hands, Catra from She-Ra, Thomas Barrow from Downton Abbey who was the only reason I watched that show), which of course means I want to put them through the emotional blender. Bonus points if they're either very talented/good at whatever they do (especially if it comes from hard work rather than natural affinity), a schemer (I love me a schemer), have a tragic backstory, and/or have autism vibes.

My reasons for getting into fanfic are maybe surprisingly pragmatic: I'd finished part 1 of my original fic series and wanted to write something else before I started editing so I wouldn't be thinking about that universe and would be able to judge the world-building more accurately. I'd also spent enough time in my academic life defending my ideas and having my writing critiqued that I stopped being as nervous about having an audience and became curious about how people would respond to my fiction writing, which I figured would be a lot easier to find out with fanfic. (Was it also a bit of a guerrilla marketing campaign for my original fic? Maybe a little).

As for this AU in particular, I was really interested in how the relationship that we see between Georgie and Jamie in 3x11 fits in with everything we'd previously learned (or could deduce) about his past, as well as how Jamie might respond to being made vulnerable the way he is in 2x08 at the height of his prick era. I fully did not intend for it to be 80k (it was supposed to be a one-shot) but the story kept expanding and sometime around chapter 3 or 4, it got upgraded from "quick break from the original fic" to "long-term project."

[miasiegert]

Suncoast Broadway CATS update 2/17

There was a great comment by @lie-in-a-bureau-drawer , so I hope it's okay that I post it here since I've got some info and comments! (I still don't get tumblr and I keep forgetting how it works/etiquette but I'm trying!)

I never would want anyone to ever strain to put themselves in a financial situation ever for any project I do, or anything in general, but especially me. This is something very personal as in 2016, I was about to live in my car until two amazing friends took me into their home. What was meant to be two weeks turned into six months, which I can never financially repay but I promised to repay it forward however I can. Since we don't have money to pay it forward, that's where on other social media platforms I signal boost, and also where I'm absolutely happy to share info and help when I can. I totally can understand the disappointment of wanting to go somewhere, and it's incredibly touching and means a ton to me (you have no idea) for that sort of support. So thank you, from the bottom of my (supposed to be) frigid heart.

For anyone thinking of or planning to attend, David and I will be there for the shows on Feb 1st and both shows on the 2nd--our flight home is the 3rd (missing that show and the rest of the run). This is pretty standard for costume designers, sometimes we don't get to go at all (aka Wichita with their full department already!). I'd feel bad if someone only came to try to meet us and we weren't there so I wanted to give those dates but the show will run until, I believe, April 7th. There is accessible seating and accommodation.

I'd call the theatre to double-check (as a courtesy) but already in many production meetings I brought up superfans in costume and said there's a good chance that'll happen. They seemed really excited by the idea. So if you like going to shows in costume, this one should be very friendly to it and there will be more interaction than usual due to dinner theatre. I can't say much more than that but there was a very specific reason why we were hired (well, several... but something really stood out).

Let's be honest, this is the one y'all care about: YES, there WILL be pictures and (hopefully) video! And I'm pretty sure people who come to the show will be able to take pics/vid on their phones and probably with performers but I'm not 100% positive there--I will get confirmation. Once opening happens, I will share at least one special costume design I made. There will be one special performer who will greet every table in a very special costume as the host/ess. Who will it be? Who... will it be..? (Spoiler: It's not Macavity. WHEN WILL PEOPLE LEARN HE JUST WANTS TO DO SOMETHING AND IS SUFFERING THE WORST MIDDLE CHILD SYNDROME EVER?)

Additional fun info: On Tuesday (maybe Wed) we'll be teaching the make up classes. We had to improvise with some different products, still Mehron base but also some snazzaroo for detailing and some powder and eyeshadow. I don't believe I'll be allowed to share video of these classes (there will be video) because make up classes usually are emotional the first two days, then by day three everything's fine. It's a very emotional process and I'd love to share how I teach but I also need to respect the privacy of the cast in case there are tears.

Kind Suggestion: If you do go to the show, please tip kindly. As this is nonequity, the actors are responsible for providing their own shoes (they will need to be replaced during the run), undergarments, make up (first initial batch on the theatre), other things. We did everything we could to help them, but I know with undergarments and shoes, especially shoes, some actors are really struggling, and if they dance but also tap, and it seems like one actor will cover three tracks... it's very hard. Just a very kind thing to do/consider. We had to talk with a few about whether they could do just one dancebelt and basically the, "well, yes, you CAN... but for twodoshays, you probably don't want to. If not an option, these are things you can do to help keep yourself dry, prevent bacterial infection and odor, and prevent chafing." Also added like a 4-page skincare routine that I stressed was optional but what I personally do/like in case anyone wants to take care of their skin--if anyone wants the routine, I can share it here but it's seriously excessive.

I'm irrationally terrified of flying, so here's hoping that Monday is very smooth with no sudden squalls or anything. I'm really going to miss my floofs but my mom and her BF will take excellent care of them! Currently I'm resting although I should be packing because my immune system gave out and I'm taking as much stuff as I can to knock whatever this is out of my system.

[peachdues]

*gives you a bajilion dollars*

So.. about that Shinobu fic...

No pressure and take all the time you need of course I just love both Shinobu and your writing so much that I would love to read a story from you with her!

Ps. I love your fics thank you for writing and sharing it wth us❤️

a bajillion dollars?? I might be able to pay off half my student debt!!

YES I absolutely do want to write for Shinobu. I probably won’t start until after the Bar is over, though. Shinobu is a v important character to me, and I really, really want to make sure I do right by her (and I haven’t even decided exactly what I’d want to do with her anyhow).

Probably TMI, but I got into demon slayer (manga and anime) right after I watched my mom die. I kinda had to just pack up and go back to law school after that hellish month, and I was totally alone — like, in another city and state away from my husband and dad while trying to cope with this massive loss while still doing law school full time. Shinobu’s character exploration of rage and grief was very real to me, so she’s one of those like, special characters in my heart that I just love and treasure so much.

I’ll take a bit after this stupid exam to figure out what I want to do with her, and then hopefully I’ll start planning something! I would love to expand into the other characters as well once I have the freedom to do it!!

Y’all are literally the nicest people ever. I go back and re-read my fics after I post them a ton because 1) editing on your phone is hard so I tend to miss things and 2) I’m also dyslexic, so sometimes I catch embarrassing mistakes later, but you guys are still always so kind and encouraging! I love you with my whole heart, and I wish nothing but good things for you all, always!!

[tabloidfootprints]

毎月の生活 - Intro

Tumblr is the only presence I have on social media. I feel like sharing some things, mostly with my mutuals, whom I consider good friends. So I'm writing it all out here. Do people normally blog on Tumblr? I have no idea. I'm doing it. Fuck a Wordpress. I'm not setting that shit up for this.

Over the next year, I've planned out 12 fun little hobbies I want to try - one each month - and the idea is that I interact with the hobby as much as possible during the month - ideally once a day. At the end of the month I want to write a post about what happened. The goal is to find things I like doing. Maybe, hopefully, I can find things that I like doing so much I'll do them for the rest of my life.

I have something in my brain that demands I be very thorough when I'm trying to explain myself, so I'm going to list below things I already consider hobbies that I have.

Learning Japanese Currently my primary fun with this is going through WaniKani, a kanji learning site. The site is nowhere near a comprehensive language learning tool, but I find every time I go back to immersion sources after finishing a new level of WaniKani, I am miles ahead of where I was previously. Besides, I'm not in a rush to fluency.

Reading books Mostly nonfiction. I have 80+ books on my "For later" shelf on my local library's website, not to mention the books on my actual, physical shelf. I read mostly during downtime at work and sometimes on the train. I am currently reading "War" by Sebastian Junger.

Going to movie theaters I don't consider myself a "movie person". I don't have an especial interest in filmmaking as an artform or industry, and I lack the language to speak technically about film. But, I do like eating snacks in a dark room where I can't look at my phone and have to watch the movie instead.

And for completeness, here are a couple of things that come to mind as things that I feel as though I've already given a completely fair shot and know I hate a lot:

Fencing You know those posts online about "the inherent homoeroticism of sword fighting" or whatever? They're lying. Fencing is mostly dancing around in a really uncomfortable helmet while a Frenchman yells at you. Also, you'll probably just be fighting children, who will beat your ass.

Canvassing/phone banking/campaigning Essentially using sales tactics to promote a cause. I hate sales. I hate cold calling. Never again, please.

I'm tagging these posts 毎月の生活 (Maitsuki no Seikatsu). It's Japanese and means "Monthly Life". There's no special significance to it, I just like Japanese.

I hope you read and enjoy these posts! Thank you!

[cowboydisaster]

Alllllllll I want for Christmas is yooooo(next part to tfiye)uuuuuu

Hi nonny, I have at least 10 asks about tfiye in my inbox rn, so im just gonna use this one to address everything:

I can guarantee you that chapter 14 is not going to be here by Christmas, because I'm putting all of my writing effort into the Christmas countdown and gift fics for my mutuals.

However, I'd like to have a new chapter out before my break is over on 8 January. Hopefully, sometime between now and then, I will have something to post. Again, there are no guarantees because the holidays can be wild, and I've been busy with the lengthy process of paperwork that coincides with becoming a foreign exchange student, lol.

The last chapter of tfiye was posted in September, but I actually had written it in May. So it's been seven months since I've touched tfiye. I'd like to go re-read it so that it's fresh in my memory before I tackle another chapter. I've said this before, but I'd rather post high-quality chapters less frequently than pop out a bunch of quickly written, not thought-out chapters.

Hopefully, you've seen that I've put out a few tfiye polls recently!! I'm trying to adjust the master plan for the plot arch, so it's been on my mind a fair bit recently! @margowritesthings has also been sending me some songs to help me get back into that tfiye-mood!! (ty margo ily for that!)

Lastly, the one year anniversary of me posting tfiye is coming up on 15 February. I want to do something special for that day, so I'm thinking of a prologue!! Something to explain Star's life before she met Arthur in Tumbleweed. It would probably be about her father's death and her revenge. So, if nothing else, that is something to look forward to!

Thanks for sticking with me, xx!

-Bea

[marialexandraf]

Hey, it's AF. I've started this blog as a place to jot down my thoughts and emotions, like a safe haven where there's no judgment and no evil eye—just total freedom. I am not in any way good in writing, and I plan to keep this blog a secret anyway, but I'll still try. I've been contemplating creating a blog on a different site, but something about returning to Tumblr gave me a rush of nostalgia. From my high school days right through my early twenties, I spent a lot of time browsing and reblogging here. My interests varied from fashion and makeup to matters of the heart, heartaches, even some sex -- this is my old blog: everydayalexx.tumblr.com. No words, just pretty pictures.

So this time, I've decided to take all those thoughts I've been keeping in my Notes app and pour them out here.

So here goes my first post.

Today is September 7, 2023 and the past few months have been a real rollercoaster. I unexpectedly lost my job. What boggles my mind is that there wasn't even a prior meeting or discussion about it. I was new, navigating new processes, a new environment, basically a whole new world for me. Did my boss expect me to be perfect right off the bat and not make mistakes? Was I not allowed to be a beginner? Why didn't they inform me that things would be done differently than what they told me in the first month? I could have adapted to the situation with some time and guidance. I would have trained myself, learned quickly. But no, I wasn't given that opportunity.

Believe it or not, I craved that challenge. I needed it to be tough for my own personal growth. Looking back, I think it might've worked out for the better because it felt like a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Sometimes, I wonder if that job just wasn't meant for me. Perhaps I'm destined for something greater. They might not realize that I would've done anything to adapt and stay, but then again, I won't fight tooth and nail for something or someone who wants me out.

In the days that followed, I found myself in a lonely place. I was grappling with confusion, hurt, and disappointment. Tears flowed freely because it all felt so unjust. Deep down, I knew this was just life playing its hand - you experience pain, you come to terms with it, and ultimately, you learn from it.

Most of my tears were shed because of a special someone. I missed him so much. All I wanted was a chance to spend time with him. And it wasn't about anything else, nothing more than that. Just time - to sit across the table from him, to share in his laughter, to hear his voice, and simply to bask in his presence in the room. Since I lost that job, I lost the chance to be friends with him too.

Some of my posts are going to be dedicated to that special person. Writing as a way for me to hopefully let go. Somehow. Everything I've written up to today was stored in my notes and is now finding a new place here.