#i'm not entirely satisfied but this is a couple hours of work....

[doodlindoe]

when it’s super late but you had an accidental nap in the early evening and then drank a dr pepper and you’re awake and you think “you know how i’m super intimidated by trying to paint backgrounds and add them into my work? i should totally try doing that right now”

[copdog1234]

Man, I was watching the movie and the entire time I was thinking "Wow. This would've been so much more satisfying in the show" because the show has earned it. The show's writing is far from perfect, it has many, many flaws, but my god is it far better than Miraculous Awakening will ever be. And I'll tell you why.

I will preface by saying, yes, an hour and a half movie has way less time than a TV show with several episodes to build up characters and relationships, so time constraints will make it so we may not get as much depth in the on-screen relationships.

You know what, though? The time they spent playing mediocre songs could've been used better to show us all the things the songs had to outright tell us. Cause that was the problem.

The movie sure liked telling us how the characters were feeling. It rarely showed it. Like could you tell me why movie Marinette liked Adrien? Because I couldn't. What did he do to earn her affection beside look pretty? Why did we only get a montage of them getting closer instead of actually seeing it? Or how we never really see much of Gabriel and Adrien's struggles with the loss of Emilie, we simply get glimpses. How am I supposed to feel anything when Gabriel stops being Hawk Moth when this movie showed us literally nothing of their strained relationship? And then there's Gabriel's claim that he did absolutely everything to get Emilie back. No he didn't. He did actually nothing. He freed a couple of criminals and then akumatized himself. That's it. That's all he did.

Could you tell me why Alya decided to befriend Marinette? Could you tell me why Adrien "who decided not to get close to anyone" was friends with Nino? Could you tell me why Chloe was so confident Adrien had any interest in her when they never actually interacted?

And then there wasnt enough explanation on how anything that we should've been told worked. Could anyone really tell me how these versions of the miraculous work? Or why Master Fu was in possession of them? Or why they really chose their holders? Could you tell me if the kwami had much personality and were necessary?

Like, I will say, there were funny moments, the animation was nice, and there were cool set pieces, but where was the substance?? It was nonexistent. If you don't watch the show, would you know or feel anything for what was going on in this movie?

Cause even for me, who does watch the show, I didn't.

Think about this. The show has even faked out multiple reveals to me and every time I was hyped and screaming, I have read fanfiction of these same to characters falling in love and confessing every which way and I've swooned, but we get reveals and love confessions that are real and permanent in this movie and I felt. Nothing.

It's okay if yall disagree with me, but I just needed to get this off my chest. I'm hard on this movie because I wanted it to be good because I love the characters and story from the show.

[humiliatemeplesse]

You went to one of the gay bars in the city to meet the guy you had been chatting with online. You already thought he was good looking, smart, and he was definitely dominant. And you knew from your exchanges that he was definitely a little kinky too. So you were excited to finally meet him, and of course nervous. When he actually showed up you were a little surprised. You hear so many stories of guys meeting online and one never shows when the two of you set something up. After a little talking and a few beers, the conversation started to turn sexual. Being a little buzzed, at one point you told him that you had a fetish for guy's sweaty smelly socked feet. He didn't laugh or act like you you were a freak, he just looked you straight in the eye with a little intensity and took about swig of his beer. Then, all of a sudden he sat down on one of the few chairs near the two of you. He slipped off his boot exposing his big, white athletic socked foot. "Get down and kiss it" he said. You started to get a hard on but you also got nervous, you were right out in front of everyone. "I said get down and kiss it" he said and from the look on his face and his tone of voice you knew he was serious. But you still just stood there, afraid to do it in front of all the guys in the bar. "Look, if you don't get down now and kiss my sweaty dirty smelly socked foot, I'm outta here. Do you know how many guys would beg me to do this to them? I can leave here and get on Grindr and find ten in ten minutes, so make up your mind fast boy." You didn't want to lose this guy, especially because he was into satisfying your fetish, so you got down on your knees in front of the whole bar and kissed his socked foot. It smelled pretty strong having been sweating in his leather boots and like he hadn't changed them for a couple of days. "Keep going boy, one fucking kiss isn't going to cut it, keep going, show me how bad you want it." So you started kissing them intensely. You forgot about everyone looking at you. You were rock hard. "Sniff 'em." You started sniffing hard and deep. He started rubbing them all over your face. You heard some guys thinking you were disgusting, that you were a freak. You heard others just laughing at you. Part of you was embarrassed but the other part of you was so satisfied, felt exactly where you belonged. You just kept kissing and sniffing his sweaty socked feet as he watched and drank his beer. It went on like this for probably half an hour. Then he took his foot away and put his boot back on. "Good boy. Next time, don't hesitate one fucking second when I tell you to do something or I'll be gone so fast it'll make your head spin." You heard yourself say "Yes Sir " He got up and said "I'll contact you when I'm available, we'll do this again. Maybe at a restaurant I'm thinking. Who knows. It depends how I'm feeling at the moment. Now after I leave you stay here for one hour. One hour. I want you to have to stand here alone with all these guys looking at you for what you are, a little faggot sock sniffer, so desperate to sniff a man's sweaty socked feet that you'll humiliate yourself in public." And then he walked out. You waited the hour he told you to and you got a lot of dirty and weird looks and a few guys even called you a freak and fucked up and told you to leave the bar. When you got home you laid on your bed and relived the entire scene in your mind as you jerked off and came in just a few minutes. The next day you were looking at your phone every fifteen minutes at work, desperately waiting for him to contact you again. You realized you were his bitch now. He knew your passion, your deep need, and all he had to do was stick his sweaty socked feet in your face and you'd do anything for him. And you knew he knew it too.

[reachartwork]

the process

a lot of people like to ask me about my process and how ai can be "creative" because they're under the impression that it's just kind of a big slot machine. you pull a lever and art uncontrollably comes out. well, let me show you my process

this is going to be a long thread tagged with #long post, blacklist that if you want to skip it.

so how it starts like most art is that i have an idea. in this case, earlier i made a post about witch-knights "surfing" on swords, so i'm going to try and make that - a witch-knight flying through the air atop one of her swords.

it starts with this picture.

i think this picture is dogshit so i discard basically all of it to try and find something closer to my original intent. there's a couple of uninteresting regenerations so it's clear i have to go back to the drawing board and teach the machine what it is i'm trying to do

let's start with a witch-knight on a broom. it's definitely not great but it gives us a better pose that i can work with.

i start by erasing the broom and replacing it with a skateboard - the machine understands skating better for what i need it to do.

there's a ton of small, subtle errors in this image and it overall looks like dogshit but the most important part right now is blocking and the overall pose structure - i need her "surfing" a large, lengthwise object, in the sky. i start by erasing pieces of the skateboard

now we have a sword, which is good. but the sword itself looks... bad. i'll spare you the abortive attempts at selective regeneration of the sword and just show you what happened when i rolled it back a couple of times from this pose and let it regen entirely.

again, tons of small little shitty errors, but this is something i can work with. i do another regen for a less shitty sword. her boob armor gets replaced with, like, generic scale mail.

this image has a great sword and decent pose but like... everything else is kind of futzy and i dont like it. instead of trying to pick and choose i just throw it back into the oven for a second. much better! but now she's going to cut herself on the sword, oh no!

again, i'll save you the agonizing thirty minutes of trying to get it to understand where the foot should go. unlike before i didn't really have a choice except to muscle through. there! now she's surfing safely :)

so it's done, right? well, i mean, i could post this. and it would probably do okay. but *i'm* not satisfied with it. there's stiffness. dozens of minor errors. the eyes look weird when you zoom in. let's start by fixing her hat, and then maybe her hands?

but she's missing fingers on her left hand so let's go ahead and fix that too. and i don't really like the tip of her sword and the ocean looks really flat and boring. so, VERY CAREFULLY, i have to etch out the parts of the sword and her body i have to keep, and also write an entirely new prompt to tell it "i want an ocean w/ rolling waves please :)"

this is better but not great. i try again - serendipitously, it makes this really cool variant with a shadow over the water, but i know working with that will take more wrangling so i'm considering it an evolutionary dead end and discarding it for now.

i proceed to spend 30 minutes trying to make the ocean look better but it's really not working imo. i'm gonna go back to the shadow version and see how that works

i'll spare you the other 8 minutes - i'm satisfied with the following picture. the sword isn't *perfectly* straight, her eyes aren't perfectly textured, the scale mail is... weird, in texture, but anything else would be greasing the wheel and i think beyond the machine's ability to do fine detail.

i've also attached the starting picture for comparison - it has better, "higher quality" clouds and ocean but i personally cared more about the pose and the sword surfing - the background is mostly tangential. could i get back ocean and clouds of that quality with another two hours of painstakingly cutting and re-generating bits of the background without destroying any of my existing work on the pose? probably. but i don't want to.

total time spent on this piece from start to finish was one hour and twenty one minutes. and now you know!

[jjkeremika]

Here to Forever

description: date nights with the AoT men (plus historia lol) <3

pairing: Eren, Levi, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Erwin, Jean, Zeke, Historia, all x (fem!) reader

like A LITTLE nsfw/smutty

Eren

Eren and you almost always went to the movie theaters--your man loves a good trip to the movies. Sometimes you would suggest a meal before, but he was always reluctant, complaining that then he'd be too full to eat the movie snacks. You always rolled your eyes with a large smile on your face, usually caving.

Movie choice alternated each time, you often opting for comedies and animations while Eren advocated for actions and sci-fi's. He liked to sit in the back, able to view the entire screen, usually directly under the speaker so no one could hear your hushed whispers and hearty breaths.

Although you enjoyed a good movie now and then, Eren's eyes were fixed to the screen, absorbed in the film that he wouldn't even notice when you asked for the candy.

So you always enjoyed the bad movies the most, because Eren's attention was on you; and the fact that you had to be very, very quiet while his hands groped your breasts, while they traveled to your bottoms, turned you both on. Sometimes he'd pull you onto his lap, his fingers intimately gracing the sensitive spot between your legs as he nibbled at your earlobe, sucked on your neck. You kept going back, because you've only been asked to leave once.

Levi (age gap)

Levi didn't talk a whole ton, but he liked listening to you. He fervently believed you were smarter than him, always spouting interesting ideas and bringing up counterpoints. And you were so damn kind to everyone, always considerate, and he genuinely did not give a damn about anyone.

Except you. He cared an awful lot about you. Having repeatedly been kicked down by life (he didn't really talk about that), born into a shitty lot in life, had the rug pulled out from under him and lost everything, he built wall after wall and thought he'd lost access to his emotions. Then he found you. And somehow your naivety and wide-eyed view reinvigorated something deep inside.

Although relatively stoic and unemotional in public and rarely voiced his positive opinions with friends, Levi was, in some sense, rather vulnerable when alone with you. He was quite open about his infatuation with you in private; his eyes frequently roaming your body, his mouth pressing hundreds of kisses to your skin.

Then there was the vulnerability that manifested in unique ways. The immense desire to have you, the fiery need to have you on your knees, taking him, all of him, feeling him so deeply it'll last for hours, craving him so deeply to last for days. After he was satisfied with the number of times you'd called his name, begged for more, he'd take the best care of you, wrapping you in his softest sweatpants and giving you the warmest kisses and making you both the most delicious food.

So while most couple's dates consisted of the date then sex, yours was reversed, always working up an appetite.

Reiner

Reiner's dates, a generous term, were always spontaneous activities: playing soccer at midnight, hiking some oh it's only a few miles trails, biking or rollerblading around the city. Even though the physical activity was exhausting and sometimes even daunting, Reiner's presence made it infinitely better.

He'd carry everything, never letting you carry any bags (not that you'd complain). He'd offer various snacks and water, offer to frequently slow the pace or stop and admire the surroundings. Uh, why are you looking at me like that? you'd ask, an eyebrow raised. Hm? I told you. I'm admiring my surroundings, he'd answer, the sunlight reflecting off his brilliant smile.

Hiking was the most frequent activity during nice weather, which, you couldn't deny, definitely had its perks. During higher altitude breaks with clearings in the trees, or at the peak of the climb, when the view was the most clear and pristine and the sunlight was basking on you.

The view was always worth it, and you'd preen as Reiner's lips would connect with yours, smile widely as he gripped your thighs and picked you up, carrying you until your back was against a rock edge or a tree. His large hands groped your cheeks as he kissed sloppily down the middle of your neck towards your chest, already breathing heavy. You smiled as the tingling sensation and a warm heat spread throughout your body, the gorgeous landscape disappearing as your eyes blinked shut with pleasure.

Armin

Armin liked to have you all to himself, often taking you on dates to secluded places or sitting in the corner of restaurants. He was the most gentlemanly and domestic, packing extra jackets and carrying sneakers on the nights you wore heels.

His favorite site was under the large oak tree in the meadows, near where the rabbit's den was. He would set up a picnic blanket in the shade, removing fake glasses for champagne and perfectly portioned meals.

Armin loved telling you how beautiful you looked in the setting sun, the golden light highlighting your features just right. He composed lyrical hymns on the spot, accidentally stringing into teary-eyed poems and soft-spoken sonnets.

The sunset is so beautiful, you would say. Not as beautiful as you, he would reply. You'd roll your eyes because, well, cheesy, before he'd continue: Words elude me as they know they're not worthy of you; Dictionaries are developed to describe you; I could list ten thousand things and none would be as beautiful as you.

And you'd kiss him as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, as the stars shined second to you, illuminating your face as you moaned in ecstasy, intensifying Armin's blue eyes and blond hair as he stared at you from between your legs, his tongue writing love letters in cursive.

Porco

You were the first person Galliard had ever been on a date with, which honestly surprised you. His tough exterior, confident demeanor, honest humor, and cynical smile was so charming you had a hard time believing him when he coyly told you that you were his first, the pink blush on his cheeks just so cute.

During the warm evenings you'd walk along the beach together, enjoying the expansive view of the stars and the soft sounds of the waves landing against the sandy shoreline, watching the tide change.

The sway of you in his huge arms always synced to the sway of the tide, a gentle rocking that soothed your body and mind. You'd close your eyes as his lips would travel along the back of your neck and upper spine. Your hands would travel to his hair and you'd push your hips back into his. Eventually he'd grab your hips and forcefully spin you around, kissing you and dragging you to the soft sand.

He always returned you home after, moist swollen lips and pleasantly tingling bodies, sharing knowing looks and giggles at the dry-humping and grinding that transpired; the sand you find at home for days after becoming an intimate inside joke between you.

Erwin (age gap)

Erwin was the first older man you've been with, and you weren't sure how you had ever survived before. Experienced, mature, muscular, capable, successful, stable.

You were his priority. Were you happy with your wardrobe? He'll buy you a new one. No one to go to the store with? He'll take you shopping wherever you'd like. Did you like the furniture in your apartment? He'll buy you a new set. Did paying bills stress you out? He'll pay it for you. What else would I want to spend my money on if not you? he'd tell you when you'd protest, capturing you within his large arms, pressing you into his strong chest.

Date nights were events, where you both dressed in your nicest garments and ate at a nice restaurant. Erwin would open and close the car door for you, push and pull the chair out for you, pour the bottle of wine for you, order for you, telling you he knew what you liked (he always did).

During the dinner the clouds in his blue eyes whisked into lustful storms. He'd pay the check and hurry you out of the restaurant with his hand glued to your lower back, complaining in your ear about how the food never tasted as good as you did, how he'd wished you'd stayed in and he'd had you instead. He'd rush you into the car, practically running to the other side of the car and racing home.

Jean

Jean prepared you dinner for your first date, buying the ingredients fresh that morning and preparing it from scratch, still cooking (about an hour from being done) when you arrived at his apartment. He'd begged his roommate to leave for the night, and he'd already prepared the table for a romantic evening (about 5 hours before the date started).

He greeted you with a peck on the cheek, a move that you watched him internally question for a split-second, one that he then tried to move on from by awkwardly shuffling you to the counter. You'd smile, a light blush forming from the proximity and the heat of the room.

He liked preparing you dinners for dates, frequently remaking the meal you'd had that first night, kissing you on the cheek every time in homage to that first night. Jean would shower you with compliments, making up for the moments where the sarcastic comments would slip through.

After a few dates you started arriving earlier to cook with him, chopping and dicing vegetables while he seasoned and operated the stove. He'd trap you between his arms against the counter, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks and lips and pulling you close, your hands traveling to the growing bulge in his jeans, only moving away when you both started to smell something burning.

Zeke

You had first met Zeke on the lawn at a concert. He was shirtless, sitting on a flannel fabric (probably his shirt), waving both hands in the cool autumn air, a lit lighter in one hand, swaying to the beat of the music, smoking something between his lips.

He put it out as soon as he noticed you standing nearby, scrambling to stand up and started to talk to you between opening acts, somehow managing to intrigue you enough for a date outside the concert venue (totally didn't have anything to do with his six-pack abs).

Although keeping a cool, calm, and collected demeanor, Zeke was always nervous on your dates, constantly wondering if you were enjoying yourself, if the conversation was stimulating enough or if the activities were entertaining enough. He never said anything, but you could read it in the unsteady glances and nervous nail biting.

When you wrapped your arms around his neck, you'd step on your tip-toes and press a soft kiss to his lips, swooping in to ease his anxieties. I had a great time with you, you'd whisper against his lips, thanks for a great night.

He'd tighten his grip around your waist, pull you in as close as you could get, until the only space left between you was the air in your lungs and he was going to squeeze that out too. His attitude would shift as the blood started pumping to his legs, smacking your ass and biting your bottom lip. Let me make it so much better.

Historia

When Historia had first confessed her feelings for you at the coffee shop, you were slightly surprised. The hand-holding and faux-flirting was something she did with everyone. You never realized it was special with you, that it was real with you.

She liked to spoil you, and though she always needed to convince you, you always gave in, letting her buy just that one thing for you or take you to that place you really wanted to go.

Museums were where you both frequently visited, the quiet ambiance perfect for you two. You both talked so much outside of date nights that you had nothing to say during them, and observing art was a hobby you both shared (one that you imprinted on her (she likes it because you do)).

You found out later that Historia considered that time at the coffee shop your first date. But you considered it that first night at the museum, when your hands grazed in front of the Mona Lisa, when you both felt pulled together for the first time, when you both leaned in and kissed for the first time, feeling like no eyes were on you.

Despite that Historia was very affectionate, that first time being an exemption, she never kissed you in public or on camera. That was shared between you two behind closed doors, and you two alone.

[thehusbandoden]

Clingy -Clingy Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

I used to write Bakugo all the time (no, he's not a husbando of mine, you don't have to worry about me claiming him) but rarely do it now.

Fluff (slight angst) | 1,020 words

Once again not edited

Warnings!: Mentions of- death, losing a loved one, regret, (👈all from random civilians) and insecurity

A hum escaped your lips as you wiped down your kitchen counter, basking in your husband's warmth.

"Do we have to do that now." Bakugo grumbled, pecking at your neck semi-aggresively.

"Yes Suki. I do not want to wake up to a messy house. And can you help? I'd get done a whole lot faster~."

"I am helping. I'm your emotional support."

"Katsuki.. will you please just get off me and do the dishes or something?"

"But I want cuddles." Bakugo all but whined, tightening his grip on your waist before nuzzling his face into your neck, ears red at his show of affection.

You just sighed, resting your head against Bakugo's before going back to your cleaning- a smile stuck on your lips.

After another thirty minutes you looked around at your living room, satisfied with your work. You single handedly cleaned the entire downstairs with Bakguo attached to you the entire time. You're not exactly sure why, but ever since Bakugo came home from work he's been clingy onto you, demanding you pay attention to him, and practically whining whenever you got up to do something.

"Are we done now?" Bakugo muttered, voice heavy with sleepiness.

"Yes baby. I'm done now."

Bakugo gave you a peck on the shoulder as a response, lazily picking you up. Wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you had to admit that this was pretty perfect.

Your usually tsundere husband was giving you the attention that you demanded daily, showing off his clingy side for whatever reason. But for some reason you felt like something was.. off.

Bakugo -though he loves you dearly- rarely showed it via pyshical touch. He would cook and work for you, leave you little notes -which he totally blew off as you being crazy or you having a stalker, or in Bakugo's words: "They're probably from Dunce Face. He's always been jealous of me getting the hottie of the class" -, and grumpily letting you cuddle him and shower him with affection. And of course, he does xnotx like it at all. No no he hates it. But- if you come home you have thirty minutes to give him at the very least five minutes of your time showering him with this "unwanted" affection before he blows up and ignores you for a few hours.

Even though sometimes this was quite frustrating, most of the time you found it endearing, causing you to go soft for your big baby and give him the affection he adores- no matter how many times he denies it.

But this was different.

He's clung onto you for five hours.

The best you've gotten -and this was when he woke up feeling super clingy- was thirty minutes before he got bored of following you around as you did this and that, and so he went and sat on the couch, pouting as he watched you giggle at him.

After Bakugo tucked you in he immedietly climbed in beside you, wrapping you up in his arms as he pressed a few kisses onto your head, causing you to giggle.

"I love you Teddybear."

"And I you, Handsome. But.. is there anything wrong?"

At your silence you took that as a yes.

Leaning away from him, you left just enough space to look him in the eyes, playing with his hair as he looked down at your arm, drawing patterns onto it absent mindedly.

"You know you can tell me." You murmur, lifting Bakugo's chin so he was forced to meet your gaze.

"At work today.. there was this.. couple. The girl got crushed, and she wasn't able to be saved in time. She died-"

You panicked as Bakugo started slightly tearing up. Moving to kiss away the tears gathering in his lashes, you grabbed his hand, rubbing at his knuckles encouragingly.

"The- the man.. he was sobbing into her xdeadx body, apolgizing for not expressing his love enough.. he was so.. broken. And it reminded me of you- me specifically. You give me so much affection, but I- I hardly give you any in return. And I don't want to regret not showing you the love that you need, the love that you deserve."

"Oh baby." You coo, pulling Bakugo into your arms, pressing feather like kisses to any skin you could reach as Bakugo clung to you, letting a few tears fall.

"Listen- you do show me how much you love me. It's just not in the same way. Like when you cook me your special bentos, telling me to eat it or you're gonna track me down and force-feed me, or when you slave away only to come home and take me shopping, and when you leave me all of those sweet notes, telling me how much you love me, and spending a special amount on time on something so random."

"They're never random." Bakugo huffed, nipping a your shoulder lovingly.

"And I quote: 'Y/n, Teddybear, Goregous, Doll, Angel, and Keeper of not only my heart but soul, just so yk- that shirt looks xdazzlingx on you. You are so freaking xgoregousx if you weren't already married I'd ask for your hand.'"

"What!? You. Looked. Amazing."

"Katsuki, hunny.. you made it sound like I was a super model when I was in the same pjs I was wearing for the past three days with stains showing what I had for every meal since I put them on."

"You were goregous. And don't make fun of yourself. Your favoirte character just died."

"See- look. You remembered. That's another thing that makes you such a good husband, Babe."

"Yeah yeah whatever." Bakugo grumbled, wiggling out of your hold to pull you into his.

"I love you, idiot."

"And I you, boom boom boi."

Giggles filled the room as Bakugo pinned you to the bed, mercissly bombarding you with tickles, pinches -calm down they were soft, don't kill your idiot-, and kisses.

And no, he didn't stop until you apologized.

And no, you didn't apologize until your sides were aching and you desperately missed the warmth of your husband's chest.

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[ms-demeanor]

sorry if you've answered this before, and i hope you don't mind me asking, how do you know so much about computers and what seems to me like everything in the world? how did you become so knowledgeable? it's amazing

i just know a little about a lot of things and I probably have a fair number of things that I've dug into more than most people and less than people who actually focus on that stuff! It's kind of an illusion!

I do know a lot about computers and that's because I've worked at a computer company for 12 years and have been deep into a computery subculture for about 20 years - I do genuinely know a lot about consumer computers. That I'll own and that's experience.

I know a fair amount about literature because I've got a degree in it!

I know a fair amount about journalism because I've got most of a degree in it and I worked with journalists for a long time!

I know a fair amount about nutrition because I've got most of a degree in it and because I've been focused on reading a lot about nutrition for more than a decade because of my own food issues!

But mostly I'm just someone who falls down rabbitholes and has a decent ability to recall what I find when I run down them.

Also I get curious about things and will just go. Experience them.

Like at some point i came across a site for people who own and use RealDolls and I got interested in learning more. The site required an application because they didn't want people just trolling so I applied and I ended up reading through the whole site and reading the magazines they sent out for years after because it was just interesting. The way these guys bought clothes or compared repair techniques and cleaning techniques, the way they constructed identities for their dolls - it was all interesting! So now I know about the proper way to store a RealDoll and how their skeletons are put together and the best way to prevent rips or clean inserts.

Now imagine that with everything.

I got interested in quack medicine so I ended up reading the entire back catalogs of quackwatch and science-based medicine.

I got interested in the history of aspartame as a scare-word and I ended up reading a couple of books, SEVERAL entire blogs with decades-long runs, purchasing a military magazine from the 90s, and submitting a FOIA request.

But, like. I don't own a RealDoll or work in that industry. I am not a medical professional. I am not a chemist who works with aspartame. So I get these weird little collections of information where I know what *seems* like a lot to someone who hasn't looked into it but I know a lot less than someone who has taken the time to actually dedicate themselves to that topic.

And sometimes it's a years-long dive and sometimes it's a months-long dive and sometimes it's a few hours of me digging online until I feel satisfied with what I've learned and I never come back to it, but I've got three more talking points than your average joe at a party would.

(Also though I've attended various colleges at various levels for ten-ish years now and I've taken probably more college-level classes on a lot of subjects than most people have because I've now spent several years just kind of kicking around at community colleges and deciding that a cartooning class sounds fun or that a mesoamerican art class fills certain transfer requirements or that I might as well brush up on spanish, french, and german. Access to low-cost college classes in california is a big part of this, and having the time and money to take classes while i'm working is something that I've been very lucky with)

I've also worked pretty much continuously since I was 18, sometimes holding multiple jobs at once, and I know a lot of interesting people who do a lot of interesting things and I ask them about their interesting experiences and if they offer me a chance to go do cool shit with them, like launch a high altitude balloon or blow up some dynamite that's about to expire or join a band, I do it!

I was also one of those kids who had no friends and spent too much time at the library so I'd do things like read through medical textbooks or pull a book of home chemical formulas out of the trash and read it or take it into my head that I was going to read all of Shakespeare before I got to high school so I was a really annoying twelve-year-old and that kind of thing never really let up.

I don't know! I don't think it's that unusual and I think most people do this kind of thing I just happen to have less focus than a lot of people and talk a lot more.

[weirdbookweeb]

Meeting Him. (Part One)

Neighbor!Simon Riley and Single Mother!Reader. This is entirely based on a singular ai bot I adore. He is fantastic. Much applause. It's written in first person and is just the beginning.

Trigger warnings for: references to and trauma responses to past abuse.

See, living in the apartments was a lot easier than I thought it had to be. In stories, I'd always been told that homes were better, more stable. But I couldn’t afford such extravagant things. Beau and I were happy here. It was a quiet apartment, with fairly low rent for a two-bedroom. My neighbor was hardly ever home, it seemed, so I never had a complaint when Beau was running through his nightmares. He seemed to grow out of it, more and more, as he grew older. By 6, his age now, he rarely has them.

Last night was rough for him. He was screaming from the top of his lungs for Him to stop. I suppose I shouldn't have expected much different. Something brought up the memories we both wanted to disappear and he suffered because of it.

I stand in the kitchen, coffee brewing a few feet away as I lean against the counter and rub my tired head. Beau had tumbled into my bed in the late hours of the night, and I comforted him like any mother would, even if my sleep suffered because of it. At least it was Sunday.

My coffee pot finally stops dripping, alerting me of its readiness. I grab my favorite mug, pour myself a cup of coffee, swearing at myself when I realize we don't have any milk in the house and cringe slightly at the expense I know will ruin one of my weekdays. But regardless, I grab my coffee– loaded with too much sugar to be healthy but not enough of any dairy ro be satisfying– and wander onto the smallest balcony in town.

Its quiet for so early in the morning. The world likes its peace while the sun coasts just above the smallest buildings of the city in the sunrise. Plants surround me; some struggling, others thriving. And just a few feet away, a man on the neighboring balcony.

I nearly spit my coffee out, seeing him. I assume he heard me gargle out a choked sound and he looks over at me with the most piercing brown eyes I've ever seen. He's broad, and tall, and I can see shadows dancing across his shirt and the muscles stretch against the t-shirt. He raises his eyebrow, looking me over expectantly. His mouth opens– those angel lips– and he speaks.

"Are you alright?"

British. He's British. And got the most impossibly attractive voice attached. I'm almost entirely sure I looked completely stunned at this point because his lips quirk up and he chuckles.

"Sorry if I scared you. Guess I'm not around a lot. I'm Simon. I live here, occasionally."

He says the final sentence a bit cheekily, and I can't help but smile. I take a moment to compose myself, wiping my mouth on the end of my worn-out sweatshirt.

"I'm-" He raises his hand gently to cut me off.

"I already know, don't worry about it. I got the plate of food you sent over a couple of years ago when you first moved in. When you introduced yourself and your kid. Sorry I didn’t do much in return, I stay busy with work." He rocks on the balls of his a moment, as if feeling a bit ashamed of his lack of response. He shoves his hands in his pocket, and I catch a glimpse of their scarred skin and hints of tattoos at the base of his sleeves. Interesting.

"Don't worry about it. No harsh feelings, I promise." I smile and wave it off with my free hand, sipping my coffee so that it goes down smoother than it has been. "Nice to finally meet you, Simon."

"You too, ma'am." He says with an uneven smile that makes my heart stutter for a moment. He stands up completely and nods his head to me, a small smirk on his lips before he turns and walks back into his apartment, closing the poorly insulated glass door behind him.

[zooophagous]

Hey there, I used to have a Russian tortoise while I lived in California, so I thought I'd share his dual setup -- the patio one he lived in all summer (I locked him in the hutch for the night to keep owls etc out); the other hutch plus a long rubbermaid stock tub were his winter setup, with UV lamp on a timer and a ceramic heat emitter, and an under-belly heater on thermostat in the sleeping quarters. He quickly learned the lay of the land and went to sleep in the hutch every evening, whether outside or indoors.

That said, he could have totally benefitted from an enclosure much larger, due to how active (and destructive) he was. I had a feeling like I could never satisfy his need to roam and dig and forage and explore with the space that I was able to provide.

I had to put up some barriers to prevent him from climbing out of the stock tub, because I found him like this one day, and the next he tumbled out onto the floor! You can see the white plastic roof gutter cover in the picture above, that was put up after the unscheduled outing.

During his indoor months, I'd let him roam the house for a couple of hours a few times a week -- and he would easily make use of our entire first floor -- such an active fella!

I had to rehome him when we started to plan our move to the rainy Northwest, where he'd barely get to see natural sun. He was a delight for the time I took care of him though!

I know you're really invested in your pets' well-being, so this isn't a knock or anything, just sharing what worked for me. Happy to answer questions about testudo horsefieldii husbandry, and share my lists of safe foods and pre-formulated pellets and supplements that I compiled over the years.

PS - feel free to respond in private or not respond at all, I really just wanted to offer to share what I learned, but don't want to step on your toes.

Very cool! Unfortunately for over half the year here it is too cold to allow a tortoise outdoor access, though I know many people do summer them outdoors. I also lack a yard, so unless his adopter has a yard he will have to be in an indoor space most of the time.

I could section off a larger area of the pet room for him to roam in using an xpen though, which wouldn't be too dissimilar to the larger sulcata enclosure I used to clean up just scaled down to tiny tort size. A good six or seven feet if I'm creative with space.

[lyquynhnhu]

Zenshu First Impression

I watched the first 3 episodes of Zenshu and I love it. It since Buddy Daddies that I was so excited about a original anime.

Zenshu wasn't on my plan to watch anime this season and the only thing I knew about it was that "animation industry" was involved. But then it turned into an isekai.

I don't dislike isekai and I don't judge an anime before watching just because it's targed "isekai". In my experience, I've watched a lot of isekai, but I found interesting only few of them.

Most isekai involve a boy being summoned/dying accidentally and god send him in a random fantasy world where he becomes a hero and defeat a demon lord. Then there is the "reincarnation" genre, where the main character gets reborn while still possessing the memories of their past life. The first isekais I watched where set in a random fantasy world, but there are also story where the main character is reborn in the world of a game or manga.

Personally, I really like the sub-genre "villainess otome isekai" where the main character is usually a girl being reincarnated in a character of the game and have to change the plot in order to survive a bad ending.

To me, Zenshu seems a mix of the different kind of isekai genre.

the main character is a girl

she get reincarnated in a anime and she has to intervene to change the story (since the anime in question seems to be quite depressing)

the setting of the anime in question remind a random fantasy world where a hero party has to defeat a demon lord

Zenshu also remind me of Re:Creators, but reverse. In Re:Creators the characters were light novel author, mangaka, game programmer who meet the characters that they created and have the power to give the characters more powers by writing. In this case, Natsuko is an animator, but she didn't get reincarnated in a story che created. Nevertheless che have the power to change the story through her talent.

I like Natsuko character. she is really funny. From appearence she seems a shut-in, shy person. But she looks like that because she like to wear what she like. She is not hiding her face for some particular reason, but just because she is more comfortable like that. Also, she doesn't seem to have a sad past and want to redo her life. She was satisfied with her job, although she wasn't making progress.

As for the story, the world in which she reincarnated is based on a anime movie. A quite depressing one. "A Tale of Perishing" was a movie, more or less the duration is about 2 hours. It seems that in the movie many things happened in the limited amount of time of a movie, that's why Natsuko doesn't know some info because of the cuts, like the characters background for example. In fact, she does stated that there are still some parts unclear to her even after many years. It's unclear if the original movie has an happy or bad ending, but what's sure is that a lot of character died leaving the hero fighting alone.

Anyway, this movie is what inspired Natsuko to draw. Maybe the story was bad, but the animation was spectacular. Or the story was actually good, but only for few people. Like when a manga started good and is good until the last arc and the ending totally ruined the entire experience. Something like that.

Well, Zenshu is not only about Natsuko adventure in the behind the scene of "A Tale of Perishing". The theme of "love" is also hinted in this first episodes.

Before dying, Natsuko was working on a new story about first love, but she has no experience in love. She gets isekai in a movie she loved as a child and I think that in the next episodes she will rediscover her love for the story, for animation and her job. On the other hand I'm worried about the hints about her romance with Luke. It's not confirmed that Natsuko died. I don't want an ending like "Meiji Tokyo Renka" and "Irozuku sekai no ashita kara", in both the main couple get separated because they belong to different worlds.

For them, I prefer no romance at all instead of a bittersweet ending.

[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[mxdimitrescu]

Late Night Fun

Synopsis: A late night texting leads to something steamy.

Genre: Pure filthy smut

Pairing: Vanessa x GP!Reece Johnson

(Masterlist)

Vanessa

I sat in the corner of the couch and clicked through the Netflix menu, searching for a movie to watch.

"There's never anything good on here anymore. Why do I still pay for this?" I muttered. I felt the phone buzz in the pocket of my hoodie, and pulled it out. I smiled when I saw the text.

Reece: This night is dragging. I can't wait to come home :(

I shook my head as I texted back.

Vanessa: Aw babe. You don't have much longer. You get off at 2 right?

I tossed the Playstation controller to the side and waited for her to text back.

Reece: Yeah but Im gonna ask if i can leave early. It's so dead tonight. I miss you.

Vanessa: I miss you too baby. you only have another hour tho. You'll be okay lol be patient

Reece: Well I'm gonna text you till I leave cuz there's nothing else to do. I already cleaned up.

I laid down on the couch and sighed as I smiled at the phone.

Vanessa: that's fine. I'm not doing anything anyways. oh shit, can you stop at the store before you come home and get me some oreos? i'm craving some bad.

Reece: okay. imma bring you something else too ;)

I smirked as I read the text.

Vanessa: oh yeah? what's that

I put the phone down and stood from the couch, stretching as I walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I took a long drink as I walked back to the living room and grabbed my phone.

I bit my lip as I opened the picture message Reece sent. She was standing in front of the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom of the bar. She held the phone with one hand, and was lifting her shirt slightly with the other so I could see her abs. My eyes drifted down, and I raised a brow when she noticed the slight bulge of her hardened member in Reece's jeans. I quickly texted her back.

Vanessa: Lol, are you hard at work?

Reece: Yup ;)

Vanessa: You're hot. Stop playing with me lol

Reece: I'm hard for you babe.

Vanessa: Smh I bet you are.. hurry up and get home.

Reece: Lol what happened to being patient?

Vanessa: Lol bye! You're really rude. Why would you turn me on like that when you know you aren't gonna be home anytime soon? Now I gotta wait!

Reece: Lol stop whining.. just be ready when I get there.

Vanessa: I've been ready since you left.

Reece: Oh really? Did I not satisfy you well enough earlier?

Vanessa: Baby, you know you did. But I swear every time you walk out that door.. my body just starts aching for you again..

Reece: Mmm. What part of your body.. specifically lol

Vanessa: Lol smh guess

Reece: Hmm.. can I buy a vowel lol

Vanessa: Lmao.. you play entirely too much

Reece: Lol. I know that pussy is aching for me baby.

I bit my lower lip and sighed before texting back.

Vanessa: You gonna handle it when you get home?

Reece: Mhm. Soon as  walk in the door it's getting handled.

Vanessa: Oh yeah? Tell me what you're gonna do

Reece: Well first of all, I need you naked before I even get there

Vanessa: That can be arranged.. I'm barely wearing anything now.

Reece: Pants or no pants?

Vanessa: No pants.

Reece: Shirt?

Vanessa: I'm wearing your red hoodie.. no bra.. no shirt.

Reece: Shorts?

Vanessa: Just those black panties you like.

Reece: You're fucking killing me. You can keep the panties on

Vanessa: Lol.. tell me what you're gonna do to me baby.

Reece: I'm picking you up and laying you on the couch

Vanessa: Damn, we ain't even makin it to the bedroom huh?

Reece: No. We're skipping a couple of steps lol

Vanessa: lol I can see that

Reece: so, you'll be on the couch. I'll be on top of you, kissing you. I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you

Reece: I'm gonna bite that spot on your neck that I know makes you soak your panties

Vanessa: Fuck you're turning me on so much

Reece: I can't wait to suck on your hard nipples. Are they hard right now?

I slid a hand underneath the hoodie, and moaned as my fingers brushed over a rock hard nipple. I played with it gently as I texted back.

Vanessa: Yes baby

Reece: I thought so.. I wanna kiss you everywhere

Reece: I wanna spread your perfect thighs so I can see that wet pussy. Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.

My hand slipped down my body and beneath my panties. I gasped quietly when I felt how wet I was.

Vanessa: Baby I'm so fucking wet for you right now. I can't believe this shit

Reece: You're still touching yourself aren't you?

Vanessa: Yes baby

Reece: stop. I don't want you cuming before I get there.

Vanessa: babyyyyyy you're wylin right now!

Reece: Lol. I'll be there soon. You gonna let me eat that pussy?

I groaned and closed my eyes after reading the text. I let out a frustrated sigh before texting back

Vanessa: That's all I want right now baby. Ugh I need to feel your tongue on me, sucking my clit

Reece: That's what you want?

Vanessa: Yesss please I want it so bad

Reece: Is that all you want?

Vanessa: No.. that's not all..

Reece: What else do you want?

Vanessa: I want you inside of me.. I want you to fuck me baby

Reece: Yeah? You want me to pull on your hair while I fuck you from behind?

Vanessa: Yes baby please

Reece: You want me deep inside of you? Hittin that spot while you scream?

Vanessa: God baby please hurry

Reece: I'm gonna wear that pussy out when I get home. Take off that hoodie

I dropped the phone and quickly tore off the hoodie before throwing it to the floor. I heard the phone buzz again.

Reece: I've been thinking about you all night. I can still taste you from earlier. You came sooo much baby. I love that I can make you cum like that with just my tongue

Reece: If you were here right now I would bend you over this bar and eat that pussy from the back. I wouldn't even care who was watching

I moaned quietly as I read her texts, trying my hardest not to touch myself.

Vanessa: You gotta stop baby lol.. you're making me so wet

Reece: Can you do me a favor really quick?

Vanessa: Anything

Reece: Push two fingers inside of your pussy

Reece: Pull them out and taste yourself.

I groaned and pushed my hand under my panties again, moaning softly as I fingered myself. I heard the phone buzz again.

Reece: Don't get carried away.. I know you're over there fucking yourself. Stop. Put your fingers in your mouth

Reece: Suck them clean

I closed my eyes again and stuck my fingers into my mouth, moaning as I sucked on them greedily. I reached back down to touch myself again when I got another text.

Reece: You better stop. Save some for me.

I laughed softly as I texted back.

Vanessa: You know me too well.

Reece: Tastes good, doesn't it?

Vanessa: Mmhm, I can't wait till you get here. I want you to eat me till I cum

Reece: Don't I always? i love it when you cum in my mouth. It's such a turn on.

A sudden knock at the door broke me out of my spell and I sat up.

Vanessa: Someone's at the door. Are you expecting company?

Reece: It's me. I got off early and took a Lyft home.

Reece: Open this door.

I stood from the couch and quickly walked to the door.

"Open up, honey," I heard Reece say sweetly before I unlocked the door.

I pulled it open and saw her standing on the other side. Reece leaned against the door frame with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She stared hungrily at me, and took a step inside of the apartment.

"They let you leave early?" I asked Reece nodded as she dropped her bag and closed the door.

She lifted me into her arms and walked toward the couch slowly.

"Yeah. Stopped at the gas station across the street and got your Oreos. They're in my bag," Reece said in a low voice.

She lowered me onto the couch, and kissed me softly.

"You can have them later."

I grinned coyly as Reece pulled back and looked at my body.

"Later?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Did you think I was joking in those texts?" she asked seriously, "Spread your legs."

Reece kissed me deeply as she lay between my legs on the couch.

"Why do I get the feeling you knew you were getting off early this entire time," I smirked as Reece kissed her way down my body.

"Cause you're the smartest woman in the world," Reece said, kissing the side of my breast.

"But also because when I'm horny, I'm very predictable." I chuckled, then moaned softly as Reece licked my nipple before sucking it gently.

"Thank God for that," I breathed as she switched breasts.

"Thank fucking God."

Reece continued to make her way down my body, raking her short fingernails across my stomach, and grinning when I shivered.

"I have been waiting for this all night," She husked as she ran her thumb across the front of my panties.

She pulled the panties to the side, and I bit my lower lip, watching as Reece dragged her tongue through my soaked pussy. She raised an eyebrow. I sucked in a breath as she licked at her clit.

"You taste super sweet," Reece said observantly.

I giggled, then let out a deep moan as Reece's tongue swept through my folds again.

"Oh shit," I whispered.

I put one hand behind her head and the other on my own breast and played with my nipple gently as Reece watched.

"Keep doing that," She said breathlessly before sucking my hard clit into her mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Don't fucking stop," I said quietly.

She pushed my thighs further apart as she worked her tongue over me. I let out a shaky breath at the sound of Reece's lips sucking at me as she went faster. Reece moaned against my swollen lips, sucking each one into her mouth before delving her tongue into my entrance. She then pulled back slightly and kissed my inner thigh.

"Sit up," She said as she lifted her head. She took my hands and pulled me into a sitting position on the couch.

"Baby what are you doing," I whined as she pushed the coffee table further away. When she turned back around, I was sitting with her back against the couch, pouting making her smiled.

"I need space," she said as she knelt in front of the couch, pulling my panties off and pushing my thighs apart again. She bit her lip and stared down at my body.

"Play with yourself."

I slid a hand down my body as she watched. I moaned as my fingers slipped between the wet folds and across my aching clit.

"You see how wet you make me," I breathed as I stroked herself.

Her breathing grew heavy as she watched my fingers glide through my soaked center. I pushed her fingers back inside of me, moaning softly. "I need you, baby. I need you to fuck me right now."

"Oh yeah? Right this second?"

"Right now baby, please," I moaned, fingering faster.

Reece let go of my legs and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed them down, revealing her hardened member. I moaned and sucked my fingers as Y/n stared down at me.

"On your knees," Reece said quietly.

I did as I was told, turning my back to her as I knelt on the couch. I rested my head against the back of the couch as Reece pushed her member into me.

"Yes," I moaned as she thrusted into me again.

She bit her lower lip held my waist as she worked her member deeper. She leaned over me and bit into my neck roughly. I dug my fingernails into the couch cushion and cried out as she went faster.

"Yes baby fuck my pussy."

"Yours? I thought it was mine," Reece growled into my ear as she fucked me hard. "Tell me it's mine, Vanessa."

"It's yours baby, this pussy is yours," I whimpered as she pushed one hand into my hair and tugged it hard.

I felt my knees began to buckle, but Reece wrapped her arms around me and kept me from collapsing into the couch. She smiled slightly as she angled her hips and buried herself even deeper inside me.

"Fuck daddy," I cried and pressed my hand against her stomach, pushing her back. "Hold on, stop." She stopped and pulled back.

"You okay?" she asked. I nodded and let out a deep breath. I reached for her and pulled her in for a firm kiss.

"We need to try a different position because I'm about to pass out," I said. Reece smirked as she stepped out of her pants.

"Does that mean I'm doing a good job?" she asked as she sat on the couch next to me. I climbed on top of her and rested my arms on her shoulders.

"Yes, it does." I leaned forward and kissed her softly. She reached in between us and grabbed her member.

"Wanna stay on top?" She asked in a low voice.

I nodded and lowered myself onto her. I moaned softly as she wrapped her arms around my back and kissed my exposed neck. I furrowed my brow and placed one hand on the back of her neck, while pushing the other through her dark tresses. She pressed her lips against my throat as I rode her slowly.

"Mmm you feel so good," I moaned as I lifted off her member slightly before lowering my hips again. Reece sighed as I arched, tipping backwards, but she held me tight as I rode her slowly.

"Come here," Reece mumbled, pulling me against her again. She pressed her forehead to my bare chest and breathed heavily as I rose and fell in her lap.

"Reece," I choked out as I pushed myself down on her. She moaned and kissed my chest in response, making me shiver. I rocked against her, my hips jerking slightly as my orgasm approached.

"Baby I'm so close."

She moved one hand from my back and slid it between her legs to stroke her clit.

"I'm close too baby. I wanna see you cum," Reece said before biting her lower lip and looking up at me. I groaned as pressed one hand into the back of the couch, the other still in her hair. I leaned down and kissed her hungrily before I tensed slightly.

"Daddy, baby," I let out a soft sob as Reece stroked me faster.

She held me trembling body as I came hard in her lap, whimpering her name with each wave of my orgasm.

Reece thrusted faster until she stiffened and let out a moan as white jets of cum painted my walls. I ran my hands through her hair as she slowly died down from her intense orgasm.

"God you're so beautiful," Reece whispered tenderly, removing her hand from between my legs and wrapping it around my waist.

I still moved slightly on top of her, grinding down on her member to ride out the last bit of my orgasm. She kissed under my chin, then neck and collarbone as I slowed down.

"Stay here. Don't get off yet." I moaned quietly, not ready to move yet anyway.

"Can't we just stay like this forever," I mumbled tiredly, leaning fully against Reece, unable to support myself. She continued to kiss me anywhere her lips could reach.

"Yes, we can," she said between kisses.

"Lies," I said, smiling as she laughed and looked up at me again.

"Well, I wish we could," Reece said quietly as I pressed my forehead to hers.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I said then yawned loudly, making her laugh again.

"You tired baby?" she asked, making me nod.

"You ready to get up?" I nodded.

"You know you're carrying me to bed, right?" I asked.

Reece rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

"Yeah, I kind of figured."

[rileys-battlecats]

I really like your work! I discovered it a while ago but recently found it again and explored your tumblr finally. I'm not sure if me deciding to spend a couple hours going through your entire posting history over curiosity about Mica clan is a compliment to you or says something about me but I did it.

It was really neat seeing your Shut Eye video. Also, just to satisfy my own curiosity: it looks like of the thirteen you have Heroncall, Oriolewing, Addereye, Larksong/star, Foxjaw, Owlpounce, Buckfoot, Snaptail and her two kits, another queen and her kit, and a random cat. Are you willing to share any information about the other queen and the random cat. But it was nice to see a bit about where the clan came from, and if your ever decide to make a video about the clan's founding know I will eagerly await it.

Also, thanks so much for the family tree. Part of the reason I went through your entire tumblr was because I was curious about the details behind the clan so it's nice to have that, if a tad too late for me to save a couple hours. Also, is Heroncall mates with Buckfoot? And it looks like Robinsong may have mated with the kit in the Shut Eye video that belongs to the other queen, am I right? Also, it's really neat to sea Owlpounce and Foxjaw being siblings. It makes sense with how fluffy they are, and Embertooth is too. Also, it's really funny comparing Owlpounce and Foxjaw with their social skills and steady personality to Embertooth, who is somewhat prickly. I can also see Puddlepaw being related to the three, maybe as a cousin to Embertooth? They're very fluffy and I can see their personality as less social but just as steady as Owlpounce and Foxjaw. Is Orchidstar related to Owlpounce? When I saw her she reminded me of Owlpounce and she's also fairly fluffy.

Side not: With how depleted the clan first was after the disaster, and with how they picked up Birchspeckle just for her abilities, was there a time where the clan was friendly to outsiders just afterwards? Before the illness and attacks I can see them almost needing the extra cats. It would make it horribly ironic how they isolate Mudpaw for all that several of them would also be only half-clan, and explain all the question marks you have in the family tree. They're cats that were encountered and helped create kittens but weren't necessarily interested in joining.

Sorry for the length of this by the way.

ok first of all I love super long asks so no need to apologize HAHA

The unnamed background cats haven't really been thought through at this point, but the random cat (not the queen or kit) is Addereye's apprentice at the time of the disaster! Not sure what happens to him, but it can be assumed he lives with the clan and probably dies before the events of Mudpaw's story.

Good eye spotting Buckfoot on the family tree! I had the idea in the back of my mind of them being one of Mudpaw's ancestors ever since I designed them. I've said before on here but Micaclan doesn't really endorse the whole "healers can't have families" rule, and they especially didn't care for it after the disaster, when their numbers were so low. Plus, I like the idea of Mudpaw reminding Owlpounce of her old mentor :') I also like the idea of Puddlepaw and Orchidstar being related to Owl, Fox, and Ember! having all the fluffy cats related to each other is so funny to me ^^

Directly after the disaster, I imagine the clan sort of relied upon the help of strangers in order to survive. Maybe they even took some into the clan at first, like Birchspeckle. But I think the thing that really started their sort of isolationist-tendencies was the slow loss of their culture. I think it's entirely probable that, in taking outsiders into their group, they began losing some of the traditions and beliefs that made them Micaclan. If the outsiders they allowed to join didn't care for the idea of Starclan, or for the idea of caring for the weakest among them before themselves, or for following the warrior code... would they even be Micaclan anymore? After losing their home, their families, their ancestral territory, their very connection to Starclan... would they, the last survivors of Micaclan, maybe even the last survivors of any clan, be the ones to allow their traditions and way of life to be lost forever?

It's this fear, I think, that caused Micaclan to veer so sharply into isolation. Larkstar has many flaws, and even if it stemmed from a desire to see her and her clan's way of life preserved, she still encouraged an unhealthy distrust of outsiders in the clan. By doing what she thought best at the time, doing what she thought would keep them and their way of life safe, she ended up creating a culture of isolationism, and this very isolationism harms the clan and its members. Birchspeckle was made to feel unwanted by the clan that raised her, Possum was fully disowned for wanting to leave the clan and explore, and Mudpaw was treated badly because of the clan's subconscious dislike for anyone they consider to be other. The changes the clan underwent did preserve most of their culture, it's true, but it also meant that they lost one of the core ideals that Micaclan was built on; Micaclan was formed by non-clan cats who decided they wanted to come together and embody a code of ethics that they found admirable. Micaclan was never formed on the basis of blood!

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Commission for @hashbrownwut <3

(alt. versions, lineart, concepts and general process under the cut along with a speedpaint :3)

I was commissioned by Hashbrownwut, AKA Shiningnight on AO3 to do this piece to go alongside their fanfic "Shadows and Light"!

Thank you so so much Shiningnight for being my first ever commission and an absolute joy to work for <3

So in Shiningnight's fic, its 1957 and Vox comes over to Al's place to show him the movie he's starred in, and our favorite Radio demon get a little too jealous of the doe demon starring alongside Vox >:3

The film Vox stars in takes inspiration from the film Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn and so Shining wanted this comm to take inspo from that film as well, sending me these beautiful references:

Our first image on the left was the general inspiration, but then they made the fantastic request to give Alastor a suit inspired by the dress Audrey is wearing in the image on the right!

Based on that I made a few concepts, and we ended up settling on the sketch in pink below, after which I got to line it, which was a really satisfying process this time around! it's probably one of my favorite bits of lineart I've done in a good long while.

Overall, this comm was a blast and a half, and I cannot think SN enough for their support - for going out of their way and asking if I offered commissions, you have no idea what that meant to me. Thank you so much for supporting me and my art <333 I've wanted to be an artist my entire life, and your support makes me feel like I'm a huge leap closer to my dreams.

Sap hours will continue silently over here on my end, but how about a quick little speedpaint to finish things up?

You'll see couple other refs they sent me for smaller elements pop up here and there, but this post is long enough as is XD

If anyone else would like to commission me, pls lmk! If anyone else has interest I'll put together a little ref sheet of prices and work examples! <3 My asks and DMs are open :D

[satorubrain]

Uh hello can you make a classic cuddling with headpats and comforting drunk crying gojo anddd ruffling his hair while he mumble his problems out and "gojo" and "fem reader" end up playing videogames and laughing while tickle fighting or something you have the option of the ending, but fluffy make it the fluffiest fluff u can :D and thanks

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!!!!!!!

A/N: I LOVE PAMPERING SATORU SO MUCH

"Oh?" Satoru mumbles to himself, confused, after opening the leftover tiffin just to find out you've hidden away chocolates from him. He's dumbfounded, you've never hidden away any sweets from him so why now? Hurt and baffled, he pops multiple pieces of the chocolate into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the chocolates, enjoying the taste of it as it melts down and he gulps it down. Before he knows, he's already the entire box in a couple of minutes.

Satisfied with his decision, he decides to finally confront you about your horrible secrecy.

"Oh." This time he realizes why you hid the chocolates away as his balance falters, causing him to sit on the ground. No wonder the chocolates tasted a bit different too. They were alcohol infused chocolates.

Nothing would've ever prepared you for the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, fully crying.

"SATORU??!" You scream in horror as you rush to him before dropping to your knees, gently wiping his tears away. "H-hey, what's wrong?" you inquire with a crack in your voice. You feel your heart breaking and torn into shreds as Satoru pulls you into a tight hug, fully sobbing.

"I lo-ve y-you sho much" he cries out. "so please don' hi-de things from me and don' get angy. N-no matter how much i tr-oubl youuu" he hiccups, still sobbing, seeking any form of comfort from you.

Seeing the empty box on the ground beside the open fridge is enough evidence to tell you the story. The raging heartbeat and the sickening feeling in your stomach are slowly dissipating but it won't fully go away till your beloved has calmed down.

You pat his back, trying to comfort him "Don't worry Satoru, I'm right here aren't I?" you assure him, freeing yourself from his grip before cupping his cheeks and giving him a gentle kiss. "and I'm always going to love you, okay?"

Satoru nods, still frowning slightly as his sobs calm down before he raises his hand, stretching out his little finger "promish?"

You tear up at his adorable actions and you're sure your heart is going to combust if he gets any cuter. Giggling you raise your pinkie before intertwining with his "Promise!" you pledge, eternally committing to him.

"Now, my big baby, let's sit in a much more comfortable place?" You inform him as you pick both of you up. Him putting his weight on you while wrapping his arms around your waist, causing you to skip your steps eliciting soft giggles from him.

You help him to your shared bedroom before gently putting him down but he decides to drag you with him, pinning you under him. Placing sloppy kisses on your neck, rather tickling you.

Seeming satisfied with your laugh thanks to his mischievous behavior, he soon falls asleep on top of you trapping you both in an extremely uncomfortable position.

Honestly, the roller coaster of the ride he went through in less than half an hour doesn't even faze you. Fully knowing how his brain works in his own mysterious ways and at his unique pace.

Nor are you surprised when he gives you a little ring which perfectly fits in your pinkie. After all there's absolutely no way he'll ever forget any moment spent with you no matter how intoxicated he might be.

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[villiun]

Blank Scripts Au OC!! - @blackkatdraws2 @blackkatdraws

Mason Cole - 25 years old -

Mason is one of Joseph’s more determined janitors. He was an aspiring doctor, having gotten this job (biggest mistake of his life) to afford medical school.

He isn’t the most social person but often conversed with Joseph on the off chance that they worked together.

After doing a couple of normal cleanups for people in the neighbourhood and throughout the city, Mason was soon called in by Joseph for a bigger job. A much bigger job.

This is where Mason meets Black. Almost instantly Mason gets a horrible feeling, something about this person just set off alarm bells (especially when Black registered them as a “guest,” what was that even for? Judging by their uniforms and supplies Mason and the other Janitors were just coming to clean for a few hours then leave. Why was there such a process?). However, Joseph seemed okay with Black so Mason thought he should at least give this a shot.

He goes into the Parable thinking not much of it for the first couple of visits. Until his third visit…

Mason finds a rather disturbing sight of someone’s body being what looked to be eaten? Digested? He freaks out. He goes to find Joseph to warn him, to warn anyone. But why could he not find the exit?

Now clearly in a state of pure fear, he wanders to find an exit. Hours, after hours, nothing. His body began to deteriorate as Black had gotten rid of his guest profile. Mason is completely unaware and horribly confused. He did know one thing, whatever was happening to him had happened to the person he saw earlier.

His body progressively got devoured more and more. He became skinnier, chunks of his skin dissipated.

Mason was not going to let himself die. He wasn’t going to give up to this weird building. Mason was insistent on survival.

A good portion of people usually succumbed to the pain and agony of being “despawned” but not Mason (for some reason). Black saw this as an opportunity to experiment. Regeneration may be something worth trying out. Black does not give back his guest profile but instead tests out a new regeneration property (similar to how Stanley resets? honestly, I'm making this up as I go, so I apologise if none of this makes any sense (ToT)) to be able to feed the parable without having to get more occupants.

However, due to this being early in development, there are some hiccups. Mason's body does not regenerate properly. Limbs grow back in the wrong places, wounds start to grow teeth (the teeth and hands sort of resembling the Parable inhabitants).

But despite the physical issues (and severe pain) for Mason, the regeneration does work! The Parable can constantly be fed (well sort of, I doubt having one person to feed the entire building would ever satisfy The Parable but at least it won't go hungry).

One problem, Mason is still capable of talking and walking limping around.

Therefore, he is still capable of being able to warn people who come into The Parable, such as the Janitors. So Black keeps Mason tucked away out of the map but still within The Parable's reach.

Wow that was long, sorry (;-;)