#if you have experience in a different field and no experience in that one. for some reason.

[miedei]

Honey.

helping clark housesit for his parents leads to: 1. lots of teasing, and 2. getting very familiar with his childhood bedroom (aka fucking in clark's childhood bed)

a/n: watched superman (2025) like 10 hours ago and my childhood crush is soooo back i need him bad, went into a different plane of existence and wrote this in a two-hour-old gdoc, first dc fic!!

cw: clark kent x fem!reader, established relationship, smut mdni, banter, fingering, praise, lowkey size kink he's HUGE, slightttt dumbification but not really by clark, unprotected piv, he almost breaks the headboard, defiling clark's childhood bedroom, you want each other badddd

wc: 2.8k

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“So, this is where Clark Kent grew up, huh? I can see it now, you’re running in that field, yelling at your dad on the porch, sneaking a nudie mag in your backpack through that door—”

A large palm flattens over your mouth, muffling your next words. Slumping your shoulders dramatically, you look up with mirth in your eyes. 

Clark is standing in front of you, his expression defeated. It’s clear he’s half-regretting inviting you to house-sit for his parents with him for the week, but the flush on his cheeks indicates that your teasing isn’t all bad. 

“I’ll have you know I never had any magazines that weren’t PG-13.”

He speaks with a mock-injured tone, hand slipping down to rest on your back as he guides you through the screen door into the old-fashioned living room. 

“What kind of degenerate do you think I am? Ma raised me right.”

You should be teasing him further. If you had your wits about you, you would. It’s unfortunate that the feeling of Clark’s hand on your lower back makes you go a little loopy. You’re lucky he hasn’t caught on to what his touch does to you, or you’d be screwed. 

Flushing slightly, you dance out of his grip, running a finger over the shelves. 

“So, are you gonna, um, give me a tour? Lots of anecdotes, I want the true Clark Kent experience.”

His low chuckle is indulgent, a finger hooking into your belt loop as a means of tugging you towards the door. 

“If you want it, you’ll get it. Just don’t be mad at the tour guide when this takes a while.”

You have to shake the daze from your eyes before you can hear the story he’s telling about accidentally cracking the kitchen countertop.

The Kent house is exactly how you’d expect it. It’s quaint, the decor reflecting the cozy tastes of his parents. Each room has a reminder of Clark though, whether intentional or not. 

The doorway to the bathroom has markings of his growing height in childhood, including the five-month period where he went from 5'8" to 6’3”. The office has a dent in the wall, where Clark sheepishly tells you he kicked a soccer ball by accident when he was ten. It leaves you feeling as if you knew him when he was young, by proxy of the many scrapes he got himself into. 

Nothing does it like his bedroom, though. The final stop on his tour, Clark forgoes any preamble, simply opening the door and letting you wander in. 

It’s a stark contrast to the rest of the house, the brown paneled walls plastered with various posters and pictures. You can’t help but grin, seeing the trophy case with all his football awards near the window. 

“Wow, Kent. Didn’t realise you were Boy Wonder, too,”

You cross the room, immediately fiddling with the academic awards that are hanging on the far wall. 

“I mean, is it even fair at this point?”

You can hear him huff out a deep breath, picturing how he’s surely lifting one large hand to rub the back of his neck, his flannel straining against the bulge of his bicep and—

“It really wasn’t that big a deal, Smallville’s got a pretty good high school for the area.”

His voice cuts through the static in your brain, the barely-there heat of his chest radiating towards your back snapping you into reality at once. Humble bastard.

Turning to face him, you step as close as you can, hands finding their rightful place on his shoulders. 

“I think you’re selling yourself short. Besides, it’s better for me if you’re exceptional. I get to pat myself on the back for locking you down.”

You go in for a quick peck, pressing your lips to his slightly-chapped ones for a brief moment. Parting from him, the two of you seem transfixed by each other’s eyes, Clark leaning back in for another when a distinctive poster catches your eye, making you turn your head.

Clark’s lips land on your cheek as you rile yourself up for more teasing. 

“Clark! The Mighty Crabjoys? Are you kidding?”

He lets out a groan, hands settling at your waist as he attempts to turn you back toward him. 

“Yes I did listen to them, yes I was an insufferable poser as a kid, yes you would have mocked me relentlessly, now please?”

His lips seek yours, molding against you for another moment before you pull back again. 

“No, wait, don’t distract me. That’s there unironically? Like, you listened to them, and listened to them so much that you just had to—”

You’re cut off again, tasting the cornbread you’d had earlier on his tongue as he laves it over your bottom lip. Suddenly you’re not all that bothered with the poster anymore. 

It’s his turn to talk now, it seems.

“Can we please stop talking about the poster?”

His voice has deepened a few octaves, sounding eerily similar to his Superman voice. It’s doing bad things for your panties, feeling your thighs rub together involuntarily. You’re rendered mute, nodding wordlessly up at him. 

A self-satisfied smile settles on his face, using his grip on you to walk you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. 

“Thank you, honey.”

He’s pushing you down softly, lowering you until you settle against the plaid sheets. You’re given absolutely no time to register anything else about the bed, not when he’s settling over you, all broad chest and thick thighs and beautiful face. 

“Clark…”

“Yeah? What is it?”

It seems like he’s relishing the opportunity to get you back for all your teasing, leaning on an elbow resting near your head as his other hand slips down to grip your hip. It’s unfair how he gets to you. 

“I want… You know what I want.”

You can barely stand to look at him, his eyes are so big and kind. You could get lost in him, drawn in by his gravitational pull. 

“Yeah, I do know, don't I? You want your clothes off, sweetheart?”

Your head begins to nod before you even register it, making Clark laugh as he sits up to tug off your clothes. 

Once you’re sufficiently undressed, you’re feeling a little unfair. He’s still wearing so much. Clumsy hands fly to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up gently. 

“You too, Clark. Not going to let me be the only one in their birthday suit, right?”

He blushes, but follows the movements of your hands, shucking off his shirt and jeans, although the black boxers he’s got on remain there, much to your dismay. The moment he’s bare enough, he’s climbing right back over you, lips pressing to yours with insistence. 

Clark generally lets you take the lead with kissing, letting you explore his mouth with as much zeal and vigour you can muster. He’s content to moan into your mouth, hands running wild over all the newly-exposed skin at his disposal. 

Rough fingertips travel up to your hair, smoothing it back as your tongue brushes against his. A soft squeeze to your breast when you gasp for air before diving right back in. Slowly, slowly, he begins to make his way down your body.

You falter a little as he lingers over your stomach, rubbing a thumb over your lower belly, feeling yourself ache for him. Your own hands spring into action, caressing over the planes of his abdomen as you move lower and lower. 

However, a hand encircles your wrist before you can reach his boxers, Clark’s abashed face looking at you.

“Not yet, baby. Can’t—oh, gosh,”

He throws his head back in pleasure when you forge forward, boldly gripping him through the thin fabric. 

“Clark, please. You said you’d give me what I wanted.”

He seems to falter, but his touch doesn’t move, redirecting your hand to rest on his shoulder. 

“You know we can’t… yet. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

Damn it. Damn his big fucking eyes and his honeyed voice. You can’t complain, no matter how much you’d want to. Not when he’s looking at you like that. 

With a sigh, you slump a little, voice slightly petulant. 

“Fine.”

He sees right through it, of course he does. 

“Oh, I know. It’s so hard, isn’t it, letting me touch you?”

You’d have a cutting reply on the tip of your tongue if his hands weren’t roaming again, his left cupping the back of your head as the right makes its way down to where you’re dripping. 

Your legs spread automatically, letting his fingers brush against your soaked folds. You have to moan, the feeling of his larger fingers always overwhelming at first. 

He swipes through your folds, once, twice, until his index finger is covered in slick. You’d be embarrassed, but it’s hard to feel anything but pleasure when Clark is touching you. Slowly, he brings his index up to your hooded clit, pressing down on it with practised precision. 

It’s like he’s feeling it too, the way he starts to pant at the sight of you getting enveloped in bliss. This is a part of your routine because you need to be worked open, yes, but it’s also selfishly for Clark’s own satisfaction, you both know it. 

The pleasure arcing up your spine has you arching your back, right leg jerking involuntarily. It only seems to spur him on, index leaving your clit. 

Acknowledging your whine with a kiss to the temple, Clark moves his hand slightly, positioning his finger a little lower. 

“Here we go, honey.”

He pushes further, thick finger brushing your gummy walls deliciously. Every time Clark fingers you, you worry that you’ll never be able to go back to your own fingers again. His are like the rest of him, broad, work-worn and skilled. The way he slowly increases the pace of his movements have you squirming under him, hands scrabbling at his shoulders. 

“Doing so good for me, baby. Take it like a champ, every time.”

His hushed praises are sent straight to your core, hot breath fanning over your cheek as he adds another impossibly large finger to the mix. 

The stretch burns, in the way that has you gushing around his digits. You’re openmouthed, unable to stop the endless torrent of moans and whimpers that leave you. 

“Clark—!”

He smiles a little, watching how your hips are starting to grind down on his palm. 

“Yeah, honey? Feeling good?”

You nod frantically, staring wide-eyed up at him.

One more finger joins the two already plunging in and out of you, and the staggering onslaught of sensations pushes you over the edge. 

A final brush of his palm against your clit and you fall apart, choked moans spilling into the air as your hips stutter.

“Oh my god, ohmygod, Clark!”

He knows to work you through it, slowing his pace until the wave has crested, and you’re looking up at him with big, wet eyes. 

Pulling his hand away from you, he dips down, capturing your lips with his. 

“How’re you feeling, honey? Want to stop?”

You’d rather die. You tell him so, reveling in the shock on his face. He seems to forget how badly you want him until it's shoved in his face, so you do just that.

Snaking a hand between your bodies, you brush the waistband of his boxers again. 

“Please, Clark? You know I can take it. Just wanna feel you.”

He’s a sucker for you, you both know it.

That’s what has him shoving down his boxers with graceless hands, what has him blushing when you compliment his cock for the umpteenth time. 

He’s hovering back over you, the mattress dipping by your head and hip, where he’s braced himself with a hand and knee. His other hand has found purchase on your thigh, kneading at the plush flesh idly. 

You wonder absentmindedly if there will be any marks left later. He’d be mortified. You’d love it.

“Sweetheart, you ready? Gotta take this slow,”

He’s let go of your thigh, gripping his cock at the base so he can swipe through your folds. You both let out guttural moans, laughing at each other when the pleasure subsides. 

“Yeah, Clark. I want it.”

He’s embarrassed by your confession, like he always is, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing his hips forward a fraction. The blunt tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, the stretch causing another moan from the both of you. 

You’ll never get used to it, the all-encompassing pleasure that comes with the first few inches of him. 

He’s slow, taking his time as he groans word salad into your ear. 

“Feels so—so good, baby. Always so good for me, aren’t you? Does it— oh, god— you feeling okay?”

His voice is hoarse, as if he’s been yelling for days. You can’t help but feel a little satisfaction at how thoroughly you seem to wreck the Man of Steel. 

“Yeah, Clark… Keep going.”

He nods, pushing even further. The tip of him reaches somewhere deep in you, somewhere only he’s ever been. The heady haze in your mind can’t dissipate, not when he’s making you feel like this. 

It feels like an eternity, but finally, his hips meet yours. You’re feeling obscenely full, like you could never live without him in you like this. It has you whining sharply when he pulls himself out slightly. 

However, the feeling of him pushing back in sends any thought of complaining flying out of your head. He’s swift in finding that perfect pace — somewhere between stuffing you as full as you can be and providing the friction he craves. 

Throwing your head back, you see his right hand hover in the air, as if he’s unsure what to do with it. It seems as though he’s decided when it grips the headboard behind your head, but a splintering sound has you pushing past the daze to warn him.

“Can’t— Don’t break the headboard—” You’re cut off by a moan, unable to stop yourself. He seems suitably chastised though, his hand balling into a fist and pressing into the mattress instead. You feel a distant hope that he won’t punch through that, somehow. It’d be a hell of a story to tell his parents why you had to replace it.

His left arm has slid under your shoulders in the meantime, holding you as close to his chest as possible. You’re sure he gets some pleasure out of it, but you know he does this for you. 

He knows you like to be overwhelmed by him, surrounded by his touch and smell and words until every thought’s been chased from your mind but him. He won’t let you run away from the excruciating pleasure, and you’re grateful. It’s even more wonderful here, in this single bed that forces you even closer to him than normal.

The brutal pace he’s set has you floating up to the sky in no time, head in the clouds as you let him hold you close. 

It could be a lot of things, but you’re getting close after only a few short minutes. It could be the deep groans that he’s letting loose in the air between your mouths. It could be the tight grip he’s got you in. It’s probably the incessant grinding of his pelvis against your clit when he drives home. 

Whatever it is, your arms around his neck tighten as you attempt to tell him. 

“Clark— Clark, m’gonna…”

He nods, smiling breathlessly down at you, knowing you want reassurance. 

“Me too, baby. Go ahead, you can come.”

Something about his gasped-out words has you spiralling, your climax hitting you at once. Walls spasming around him, his hips falter in their speed, slowing to a more languid, leisurely pace as he works you through it. 

“Good— good girl, honey. Feel so good.”

He lets you pull him in for a filthy, openmouthed kiss, pressing his pelvis against yours. 

One final grinding motion, and he’s gasping into your mouth. The blooming heat inside you has you shuddering with an aftershock of pleasure, moaning one final time. 

He remains pressed against you for some time, his arm holding you slightly off the bed as your chests heave. Only once he catches his breath (annoyingly quickly) does he settle you back against the sheets.

The next few moments are a blur, Clark kissing you one moment, softly wiping at your pussy with a cloth the next, and finally bringing a glass of water to your lips. 

“Feeling okay? Tired?”

“Yeah, a little, but a quick nap, and I’ll be ready.”

He looks at you quizzically, tilting his head in a way that reminds you of Krypto.

“What, you don’t have more in you? C’mon, Superman, we’ve got to wear you out at some point.”

He’s blushing again.

[amynchan]

hold on, I know that I reblogged this, but my brain was kinda awake, but not enough to make my comment. So now I'm back. XD

In my class, I teach 4 different essays. All of them do their best to teach some form of analytical thinking or observation, but the applicable one here is evaluation. There are five elements of evaluating a source to make sure it's good:

Authority: Does this person have the authority to talk about this or the audacity? Does this person have the experience (tradesperson/person in the job) OR the education (a degree in a relevant field) OR the knowledge of how to find the pertinent information and the reputation to report it fairly (reputable reporters)? Like, does an English instructor have the authority to talk about car mechanics? Of course not! Not unless she's got the experience of car work to back up whatever she writes down.

Accuracy: Is this work built upon previous, verified work? Did the authors actually do their research, or did they pull the results out of their ass? If this is a scientific-based paper or report, are they transparent about their methodologies, their results, their limitations? Can this work be imitated or verified with similar results? This is literally the basis of the scientific method. If this is a far out there result without the backing of more research, think twice before using it for important shit like fucking policies.

Bias: What is this piece of work pushing? There are usually agendas being pushed (it's just the world we live in). Follow the money, figure out the funding, or be aware in general of why this work was published in the first place. For example, if you're doing AI research, are you getting your information from Microsoft or Google? Those tend to be selling the idea of AI, so you've got to be aware of what type of information you're getting from them (like, are you just swallowing their bullshit mindlessly, or were you looking to see if the people who push it are actually stating limitations/oppositions to their point?). You also need to be aware of if the person's personal feelings get in the way of their objectivity. Even if you agree with the underlying sentiment, pathos does not create a lasting argument, and you'll need a more objective piece to help you prove your point.

Currency: Figure out when this thing was published if that's important. Sometimes, ideas are timeless and it doesn't really matter, but I swear to god if you wanna cut me open with a scalpel, you better keep your grubby paws off until you do the relevant, recent research on how to cut a person open properly. If you wanna talk with authority on mental health, I better not hear you refer to PTSD as shell shock unless you're referring to the historical understanding of it.

Relevancy: Is this source you're using actually about the topic? There are times where people will pull quotes from sources that have nothing to do with the topic because "it sounded good" or they said one thing that supports whatever they're saying with literally no regard for what the original piece was saying. It's just a smokescreen, and it happens at times. Be aware of what is happening.

This is usually used when you want to use sources for your argument, but these are good ideas to use when you wanna figure out if a book or source is worth your precious time to read in the first place.

Anyways, take this information and use it to your hearts' content!

A good rule of thumb whenever a non-fiction author has "Dr." or "Phd" next to their name on the cover is to check if:

Their doctorate is real and from an accredited institution

Their doctorate is relevant to the subject matter of the book

[evangelines-emporium]

Non Dualism Basics + Manifestation (for people who want to be freed from limitations)

•°. *࿐ Honesty non dualism changed my life for the better and I will always be grateful to know about this :)

Non-dualism is the recognition that there is no separation between you and reality, awareness and experience. There is only awareness, appearing as all phenomena: thoughts, sensations, perceptions, what is called the external world.

The person you believe you are is not a fixed identity, it is merely a pattern of thoughts and memories experienced by awareness.

In non dualism, your true nature is consciousness or awareness. Everyone's true essence is consciousness, and it makes up everything you see: the ego, the physical world, the imagination, everything. This all exists because consciousness let it exist, meaning you, as the creator, expect it and allow it to be.

There is no authority higher than awareness, yet awareness is not a being. It is not human, not otherworldly, not a force, not a person. It is everything and it is nothing. The “power” to shift, change, select is not owned, but it is simply the fact of identification. Whatever awareness identifies with, it materializes. Whatever is taken to be “I,” becomes experienced in the external.

You are simply awareness identifying/living as a human, which means you aware of a ego. An ego is simply the human you are aware of: their visual field, 5 senses, thoughts, emotions, feelings, all of it!

The ego is not an entity, it is the illusion of being a person, the thought “I am this.” It is simply a cluster of sensory data and thought appearing in the field. The sense of “my senses,” “my thoughts,” “my experience,” arises only through misidentification. Drop that, and what remains is pure being: awareness itself.

You’re not a human trying to reach awareness, you are awareness appearing as a human. The only limitation is believing you are the ego: the thoughts, the personality, the sense of being a separate self in a physical world. That belief filters your experience to match it.

The ego isn’t the one manifesting anything. It’s just the appearance of a character in the dream (the physical). What’s actually manifesting the dream is awareness itself. The moment something is fully accepted as true, it appears. Not because a person made it happen, but because identification shifted.

Everything is consciousness. Imagination and "real life/3d" are not different from each other, they are the same appearance, made of the same thing. When awareness identifies as the ego, the ego’s world plays out. When that identity drops, the experience shifts.

You don't become awareness, you just realize you never were anything else. Theres nothing to fix, nothing to get, because as awareness, you have everything already, you just need to decide/select it and it is done. There is no desiring when you already have it. You just refuse the old and accept the new.

Selection is not a doing, it’s simply no longer denying what is already true.

Ok but get to the burning question, how do I "manifest" something?

You don’t. Not really, but hear me out.

You dont "manifest" as a person. What’s called “manifestation” is just awareness identifying with a new version of reality.

Because all possibilities already exist in awareness, nothing needs to be created. You’re not making something happen, you’re dropping the identity that says it is not already so.

What you are being = what you are claiming as “I am.”

Not what you say.

Not what you visualize.

Not what you feel.

Only what you be.

There is no gap between desirer and desired, as both arise within awareness. The “thing” and the “one who wants it” are the same illusion.

Drop the self who wants the thing → The thing appears because there is no one left to need it.

You can’t lack anything if you are the source of all of it. Lack only appears when you think you’re a separate self (ego) who has to get. If that identity isn’t claimed, neither is the feeling of want or desire or need.

From non-duality, there’s no “manifesting” something outside of you, because nothing is outside. There’s just awareness appearing as whatever is identified with. That’s it.

It’s not about making it happen. It’s about not identifying as the one who lacks.

So:

Drop the story of “I want it.” Ignore the ego, do not claim its thoughts or feelings or external world as yours.

Be the version where it’s normal, obvious, already here. Decide what it is the ego "wants" and claim it to be true now. Identify as the ego (person) who has it, rather than the ego who doesn't. As awareness, both those identities hold equal weight, so pick the one that suits you best.

Don’t wait for it. There’s no waiting in being. If you’re waiting, you’re still wanting.

That’s literally it. "Manifestation" is not doing. It’s being.

But how do I become a new identity???

Identity is not built. It’s selected. You don’t need to feel like it nor think like it. You only need to know: This is who I am now. And you refuse to claim anything else.

Think about it like choosing clothes, you dont need to "become" a new outfit. you put it on. done. no waiting, no steps, no convincing.

You are awareness, you can be anything and have anything. So select it and in that moment, it is DONE, it is now your truth. Stand firm in that decision and ignore anything against it.

Wait Evangeline...but what about thoughts or affirmations??? Arent they what manifests???

If you are coming from a loa perspective, this might be what you are thinking.

Well its not the thought or affirmation themselves, it is the stance behind it. They don't create reality, the identification does.

If you identify as the version who has it, the experience reflects that. If you identify as someone trying to get it, then trying is what shows up.

Think of it like this: When you open a door, you don’t have to affirm “I open the door” over and over. You just open it, because you know you can. You already identify as someone who opens doors. It’s natural.

Affirmations can help if they express what’s already true for you. But if you’re using them to convince yourself, then you’re still not being it, you’re still trying. I find that affirmations are often not necessary, as if you know you are something, you don't need convincing. The only thing that needs convincing is the old ego, but you aren't that anymore so ignore it.

Like, if you have a car, you don’t affirm it 10k times daily to keep it. You just know it’s yours. You are the version who has a car. That’s the only reason it's there.

Same with anything else. You have it when you're not trying to get it. You are it when there’s nothing left to prove.

Doubts from the ego don’t matter. Ego doesn’t choose. Ego has no part in what is identified with, nor what is "manifested." Awareness does. The one watching the doubt (awareness) isn’t doubting. Ignore the ego, don't claim its thoughts and doubts as you. It is not the real you, you are the observer.

Now for the big guy in question... the 3d:

The "3d" is not real in itself, it is simply a mirror of identity. The external world is not separate from you. It is a reflection of identity, projected through awareness. It appears “outside,” but it is arising within consciousness, just like imagination. The 3d does not exist independent of awareness.

You don't change it by pushing on it or screaming at it, you change it by dropping identification with what it reflects.

The "3d" is not a cause, not a source, and definitely not a judge. It is a reflection of what's being identified with (not what's being thought, affirmed, or forced by the ego).

There is no need to worry about the external because:

It is you projected as form, it is not separate from you

The "3d" is not the source, it has no authority to determine what is real. You do.

It has no power, so it cant show anything that isn't being projected by you as the creator.

It always has to mirror who you are being, it has no choice

No need to worry. The 3D follows you. Always. Because it is you.

If it’s showing something unwanted, it’s because identity hasn’t shifted yet. That’s all. But do not get caught up in this, as time is not real to infinite awareness. Choose to stop observing the "3d" of the old ego, choose to stop giving it attention, and it will cease to exist.

If you get doubts from the ego, ignore them, remind yourself that it is "not me" and "not mine." You are the observer, the one who has everything, so don't pay attention to the ego with lack. It is not you anymore.

Be indifferent to the old ego's "3d," be indifferent to its lack. If you see it still, just observe, and know it is not yours.

Do not think this means you have to abandon the old ego's life if you still "see" it. You can still do things in the old 3d without identifying with it or claiming it. Simply know it is no longer you.

How to know you are the new identity:

You no longer ask "Am I doing it right." You no long chase proof and you no longer entertain the old storyline. You stand in: "This is what I am. Nothing else matters.”

It is not about effort, it is simply refusal + knowing + indifference to all else.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Could you do a Cyno alphabet?

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Curls up in your arms immediately and buries his face in your chest, kissing your neck a little before he falls asleep.

On the off chance that Cyno doesn't fall asleep though, he wants to talk just so he can hear your voice some more. It soothes him after so much excitement.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is pretty fond of his arms, and his hair if that counts.

Of yours, I think he would really admire your legs and your thighs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

So much cum at once, it's amazing how much cum is inside such a tiny body. Cyno is quite embarrassed about this, but he cries whenever he cums. It's rare that he doesn't at least shed a few tears.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cyno is unhealthily into breeding. Honestly he wishes that he could go into heat and be bred by some beast with a monster cock (both in size and like, not a human cock)

Alas, he is not a hybrid like some of his friends… but if you can still find ways to indulge in his fantasy, you'll have one very happy Mahamatra on your hands 💜

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say he has a little bit of experience, but not a ton. He has enough knowledge about kinks, fetishes, nonhuman sex across many different species, and things like that, but not a ton of field experience.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

I don't know if there's a name for this, but Cyno fucking loves being almost upside down while you pound him. Like, shoulders on the floor, ass pointed up, legs dangling in the air, probably propped up against the bed or something. He loves watching your cock disappear inside of his ass in this position 💜

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Oh, Cyno… the puns don't stop for anything, not even sex… how you manage to stay focused and continue railing him while he's making dick and ball puns is a miracle.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubic hair is oddly straight, rather than curly. He does trim and shape it a bit, just to make it look extra nice, but he would never shave it all off or trim it super short.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He's definitely intimate, but in a more aggressive/passionate way. Cyno presses his chest against yours, grunting in your ear all of the things he'd like for you to do to him, clawing into your skin while he begs you to go deeper, kissing you until your lips bruise as you unload into him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Every now and then Cyno will rub one out, mainly when he's craving your touch or when his mind brings up a memory of a fun night between you two.

Cyno also grunts a lot more when he's jerking himself off, he gets super into it and sounds more animalistic.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding, choking, cock stepping, a little CBT, and petplay/roleplay of the nonhuman variety.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Really anywhere is fine. Cyno isn't particular about where you have your fun.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

A hand around his waist stirs up some steamy feelings within Cyno's gut. Playing with his hair can also get him going if he was already in the mood to begin with.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bloodplay and watersports are the main things he wouldn't be into.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He really does enjoy both, but I think he would like receiving just a tiny bit more 🤏

Getting the chance to facefuck you is heavenly~ You spoil him every time, treating him like a king as you use your hands to jerk off whatever won't fit in your mouth, putting everything into the blowjob and practically sucking him silly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally prefers faster and rougher, but make sure you show him some gentle lovin' as well. Gently fucking Cyno through the tears from the previous round will always make him cum extra hard~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Cyno has no qualms about a quick round during a lunch break, or whenever you're able to fit in a short rendezvous.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

A little bit, yes. Generally, Cyno wants to stick to what he likes, but he's not entirely against adventuring a bit and discovering new things for you to enjoy together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

On average, he can probably go for 3 rounds, though they won't be super long. His stamina is good, and the training Cyno has to do for his job definitely helps, but it's nothing too crazy.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The only toys Cyno would feel comfortable using are monster dildos, and a large variety at that~

Dicks with knots, ridges, complex shapes, even tentacles are all right up his alley!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think Cyno would tease a bit, but he's usually so horny and needy that he doesn't want to delay the sex too much. He prefers to really dive right in and stay focused on the best bits.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Cyno's a bit loud, mostly grunting and whining while you're pistoning your cock in and out wildly. He's very skilled at dirty talking as well, and he does so throughout most of the sex.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

(Modern day specific headcanon) - Cyno listens to those smutty rps on youtube, specifically ones where the speaker is trying to tame a feisty listener, or the ones where the speaker is some type of nonhuman mating with a nonhuman listener. He also listens to ear licking/eating asmr for smutty reasons.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's kind of a big guy, a nice 6 inches and rather veiny to boot. Definitely not cut either.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Cyno's libido is pretty damn high, but not high enough to disrupt his work or day-to-day life terribly. It's just that, once he gets turned on it's extremely hard to get out of that mindset, and he usually has to cum real quick just to move on with things.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, and he snores… a lot. Cyno will sleep quite soundly and for a while if you choose to stay cuddled up with him too.

[jeanscowgirl]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

MDNI!!!

Smut ahead

Warnings: church mentions, mean Simon, smut, smut, and more smut, bratty reader tehe, read at own discretion

Idk how good this actually is, I had an idea and ran with it, I also am not religious nor do I have much experience in that field so please give me grace…

I hope you enjoy though :)

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After his time in the military, Simon Riley decided it was time to turn over a new leaf…

He became a priest.

And now, five years later, a good five years being celibate and having plenty of self control, he saw you.

The first time he saw you was at a coffee shop in the small(ish) town where he resided. He had never seen you before, but once he had, he didn’t want to look away.

He was mesmerized by your beauty but continued on with his day because…he couldn’t have you.

╰┈➤

A week later, he saw you again, at the same coffee shop as before…

Was he purposely stopping there in hopes to see you? Of course not that would be silly…

He didn’t talk to you though, no point in that. He couldn’t give you his number, couldn’t ask you on a date, so he just watched you subtly from a distance.

╰┈➤

Simon used his Wednesdays to hold confessional hours, he sat in that booth all day, waiting for people to come reveal their sins to him. He’d never judge, he’d just listen and assign a penance.

Few people visited, but he enjoyed it, listening to others sins, and ignoring everything he’d done while in the military. While nothing matched his sins, he felt lighter after every Wednesday.

But not this Wednesday…

He was sitting in the booth, waiting for someone to occupy the one next to him.

And you did.

“Uhm, hello?” You said, never having done this before.

“Good afternoon, when was your last confession?” Simon replied, not before slightly reacting to your voice. No, he had never heard it and he didn’t know it belonged to you, but he still reacted all the same.

“Uh? Never?” Your voice shook when you spoke, Simon noticed.

“Ah, I see” he situated himself in the booth next to yours, “Would you feel comfortable talking face to face? That is an option, and helpful for first timers like yourself,”

Was he telling the truth? Or did he just want to put a face to the voice?

You hesitated, not sure if you were even ready to do this in the first place, “I- uh, sure,”

“Alright then,” he said politely, getting up and exiting the booth.

You did the same.

And then he saw you.

His eyes widened, you didn’t notice, you were too shy to look into said eyes.

“Follow me,” no that wasn’t right…you could’ve easily stepped into the very close, obvious space meant for face to face confessions.

He took you to his office, you didn’t question though, what did you know? You had never done this before.

He was going off script now, completely abandoning the typical confession process, “So what do you need to confess,” he sounded like he wanted to get this over with as QUICKLY as possible. Not able to be in your presence for much longer.

You took notice to the tone in his voice, confused as he just brought you to his office, “Is this a bad time? I can come back at a different time,”

He realized his mistake, “No, apologies, I have time, this is a good time,”

You looked at your hands in your lap, nervous, “I obviously have never done this, uh, I guess I don’t really have anything to confess, I just needed someone to talk to. And I don’t know, someone told me that here was a good place to go if I needed to vent. But if that’s not what this is for, I totally understand and-“

“No.” He cut you off.

“No?”

“While typically this isn’t really a venting session, I can listen if you need to get something off your chest,” A small smile appearing on his lips.

And so you vented.

You vented almost every Wednesday for a good month, each time learning more and more about Simon.

Yes, each time you would go to his office.

Yes, each time he’d break the rules a litttleeee bit

Yes, each time lasted longer than the one before

Yes, each time you’d spend HOURS talking to him

Yes, each time he was not supposed to be doing what he was doing.

He was growing to like you, more than just as a member of the congregation…

And you were starting to like him too, he could tell.

At each meeting when he put his hand over yours, to comfort you—the way a priest is supposed to of course—how you got goosebumps.

When he rubbed his thumb on your hand—in a priest way of course—and sent shivers through your body.

The way he looked you up and down, the way you noticed him doing so and would rub your thighs together, hungry for what COULD be.

He noticed.

He noticed all of it.

Many cold showers, long nights, and bitter drinks later, he couldn’t shake the thought of you.

He tried, he really really did.

After all, he could lose his job, his church, his everything.

But did he stop? Nope.

And there you were, sitting in his office the next Wednesday after your 4th visit.

It was barely even venting to him at this point. You would catch up about life, like you were old friends. Or more…

While you were talking about work, he put his hand over yours, something he had done the past 4 times.

You stopped talking though.

“Father Riley?” You asked quietly

“Hm?” He replied still holding your hand in his.

“I think I would…I think I would like to go on a date with you,” You smiled slightly at him, joy and hope in your eyes.

He dropped your hand.

Your smile faded.

“No. That’s not what this is. That cannot happen, I’m sorry if you misinterpreted that during our meetings,”

You in fact had not misinterpreted that. He felt it, he knew you felt it. Simon had been dumb to not think this would happen in the first place.

Without a word, you got up, and left his office.

And you also didn’t show up the next week.

Or even at the Sunday Mass you had began to attend. (Just to see Father Riley)

But you were gone.

You were gone just as fast as you appeared.

╰┈➤

Two weeks had passed, and Simon Riley had sulked all he could, still never shaking the thought of you.

But there you were again, in the same coffee shop he had first seen you at.

And before he could stop himself, he walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, “Y/n?”

You whipped around, “Can I help you?”

“I just wanted to check in, I haven’t seen you at Mass” he stated, never showing too much emotion.

“I’ve been busy,” you answered short.

“Ah I see, well, we’d love to see you this Sunday,” translation, HE’D love to see you Sunday.

“Hm, maybe.” And you began to walk away before Simon grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.” He commanded, not pleaded, your wrist still in his hand.

“This is highly inappropriate Father.” The words falling out of your mouth bitterly.

He dropped your wrist, “Apologies, please consider coming. And please consider meeting me in my office next Wednesday as well,”

And then he walked away, leaving you utterly confused with his possibly meaning.

╰┈➤

You didn’t attend Sunday’s Mass, you thought about it but the heavy weight of Wednesday lied in your mind.

But, it was Wednesday and here you were. Standing at the bottom of the steps, leading into the church. You COULD turn back now but you diddd make it all this way…

And into the church you went, heading straight for Father Riley’s office.

His door was open and he was sitting behind his desk. You knocked, getting his attention.

“Come in, close the door.”

You listened.

“Take a seat,”

You listened again, unsure of why he wanted you here.

You said nothing.

“I’d like to apologize,” he started, “for the way I reacted to your question a few weeks ago,”

You nodded, not saying anything.

“I cannot engage in anything of that nature, I’m sure you understand,”

You just nodded your head again.

Silence filled the room as neither of you spoke.

Feeling as the conversation was over, you scooted your chair back and began to stand.

Simon shot up and grabbed your wrist from across his desk, stopping you before you could walk away.

You looked at him, confusion in your eyes.

He dropped your wrist, muttering a quick “fuck”

And you turned to walk away again.

Not even making it to two steps away from the desk, Simon stepped in front of you, grabbed the back of your head, and kissed you.

You kissed back, grabbing at his shoulders, his hair, his neck, wanting more.

He pulled away for a second, bracing his hands on your shoulders. He stared at you, taking in your looks. Cursing himself for not being able to resist this temptation.

You stared back, “what are we doing?”

Not waiting for an answer, you walked out of his office.

You went straight home, immediately researching how confessions REALLY worked, suspicious that maybe Simon wasn’t so truthful.

You were frustrated, angry, and so many other emotions.

But most of all, you were confused. Confused why he’d make such an effort to do things “differently” if he didn’t think of you as someone special.

Little did you know…

You consumed his mind. He thought of you all the fucking time.

But you wouldn’t know. You couldn’t know.

It was all wrong. This was his livelihood.

╰┈➤

You stared up at the church the next Wednesday from the bottom of the steps.

Your legs moved before your mind could, and that’s how you slipped into the confessional booth, the one right beside Father Riley, only a screen in between you.

You cleared your throat, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,”

He didn’t say a word. He knew it was you. He was frozen.

You proceeded with your “confession” not wanting or needing a response.

“I met this man, recently, within the last month actually,” jealousy stirred in Simon’s stomach but he let you continue, “he’s very handsome but recently, I can’t get him off my mind,” of course, you meant Simon himself but he didn’t know that, “I think about very dirty things when I think about him,” the innocence in your voice was falling, Simon recognized, “I think about the ways he can touch me, the ways he can make me come,” you’d hoped you could push Simon’s limit…and boy had you.

Simon, inches from you in the other booth began to palm his erection through his jeans.

“I have given him multiple opportunities, but it seems he isn’t man enough to get the job done,” You sighed, laughing a little at your finished “confession”.

But to Simon that wasn’t funny, not one bit.

“Is that all?” Simon finally spoke.

“Yes, I suppose that’s all,” you tell him, standing up to leave.

But your booths door swings open before you get the chance to open it yourself.

Simon standing in the doorway, staring at you like you’re his prey.

“Sit.”

You do.

He steps into the small booth and shuts the door behind him. His crotch level with your face.

He lifts your chin with his fingers, making sure you look him in the eyes, “Not man enough huh?” He squeezes your cheeks, making your lips pucker up before removing his hand.

“Suck me off.”

You sit for a moment, unsure of how to react.

His hand moves to the back of your head, grips your hair and forces you to look at him again, “I said suck.”

His hands still in your hair, you move to undo his belt and slacks. You pull them down, his dick springing out.

He was big. Thick.

You shuddered, unsure of your capabilities.

You took him in your mouth anyways, sucking him, getting him as far down into your throat as you could.

His hand gripped your hair tighter, letting out soft groans as you took his cock.

You licked from base to tip, eyes looking up into his as you took him down your throat again.

“Fuck” he spit out, slowly fucking your face, “this man enough for you?”

You hummed, mouth still full of cock, tears falling down your face.

He pulled out of your mouth, “use your fucking words.”

“Y-yes Father,” you sobbed.

“That’s what I thought. Now up”

You stood up, Simon immediately moving you, switching your places.

Now he sat, dick fully on display, hands behind his head, almost resting.

“Clothes off” you stood there for a moment “now.”

You shimmied out of your clothes with the small space you had, kicking them behind you.

He stared at you, admiring you. He knew you were gorgeous, he knew you deserved to be treated like a princess, but not after you disrespected him…no no no

He glanced down at his erection, “sit”

You moved to straddle him, hovering over his thick cock, scared to sit.

You looked down, pre cum leaking from the tip, you tried to line yourself up.

But, Simon was tired of waiting and he slammed you down onto him earning a sharp cry.

He placed his hands back behind his head, “move”

“Father I- I don’t know,”

“You don’t know what? You don’t know how you’re sitting on your Priests cock? You don’t know how to ride said cock? You don’t know how you ended up here after insulting me?”

You stared at him, no words, you had nothing to say.

“You disrespected me in front of God Y/n, you deserve to be punished, don’t you agree?”

You shook your head yes

“I need words doll”

“Y-yes Father Riley,”

“See, you CAN be a good girl, now ride my cock like I told you to,”

You nodded, grinding down, making yourself feel good without his help.

You tried to touch him but he wouldn’t let you, insisting you didn’t deserve it.

You kept trying, causing him to hold your wrists to your stomach, still riding him.

He just watched with an occasional “fuck” or “keep riding” or “you’re so dirty, so sinful”

You however, were sobbing, getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Simon I’m close,” you choked out.

He grabbed your face with one hand, “Say my name correctly and maybe I’ll let you cum,”

“F-Father Riley, Im close,” you sobbed.

“That’s better, cum for me, you’ve been decent enough,” he released your hands and let you wrap your arms around his neck as you rode out your orgasm.

Though he didn’t stop, he kept going until he was done.

You were a mess, tears streaking your face, broken sobs and moans falling from your lips, all while he kept moving your hips until he reached his own orgasm.

And once he did, he lifted you off his cock and set you on his thigh.

He wiped the tears from your face, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” he mumbled into your hair.

Simon Riley had made a huge mess, one he didn’t know how to fix. But all was well, in this moment, holding you in his arms.

[ihaveasolutionbutyouwontlikeit]

Have boundaries they say. Just don't think about/feel it. Try harder.

They : brains that can conciously choose not to feel or think about something without cutting off other crucial/necessary things.

We: Masking. You're telling me to mask. I'm very good at doing m a n y things. So when I say I cannot do something, or do so easily, have you considered that perhaps I have tried/am trying in a gentle practicing private way and it's one of those things that I cannot do, yet, without a severe level of short or long term damage in the way you set it out?

Some people take years to learn certain types of knowledge. Has it been considered that perhaps the social emotional intelligence and learning takes longer for neuroatypicals, in the way that academic and specialist fields do for neurotypicals? Is also destabilizingly exacerbated by the state of our modern times?

Neither/no one type of brain/nervous/neuronal system is wrong/bad, they just are, evolved or mutated for some reason or another. But being mindful and helpfully applicatory of the differences in neuronal and nervous system ability and experience and capacity of the diversely presented body AND brain systems is a conversation many fixed mindset people aren't ready for yet.

Growth takes many forms. Do not discount someone's progress or manifested ability because it does not match the lived experiences and learning of you and yours. You have no clue where their starting point actually was.

Be open. Become. Be.

“Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive. You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette.”

— Victoria Erickson

[tizzydew]

Red parenthood (sidestory)

Not a part two but just what I thought occurred afterwards lol.

The second Robin. A title many glossed over as if he hadn't had to work his ass off to be even near acceptable for field work. Especially considering who that title originally belonged to. Sure he had been athletic from his days on the street, but that didn't mean it was easy sailing to successfully earn that damn title. Hell even when the league of Assassins picked him up after his death he hadn't just been lazing about. 

He had to train, working his ass off day in and out just to be up to standard of what was expected of him and of course, he did so flawlessly. That said, Jason had never experienced this level of drainage in his entire life. Even watching over Talia's little shit stain; he loved the kid not that the brat ever needed to know that, had been this difficult. 

Well to be fair it wasn't like Damian had been falling through solid materials, getting stuck in walls and the floor, nearly floating away or glowing so goddamn brightly that Jason didn't even feel the need to pay his light bills. And those were the tamer of the things that his ki- ..that the little brat he had picked up had done.

He hadn't meant to take the kid with him but.. The albino little shit had fallen asleep in his arms and he didn't know who to take the kid to. He wasn't dense enough to believe the childcare systems in Gotham were any better than they had been years ago even with the resident playboy's funding.

Maybe he had been in over his head, parenthood far more difficult than any of the training he endured over the years. He had been good at dealing with kids.. Batman had trained him on how and he had experience from his days on the street. It's just that it was different when you were the one taking care of and protecting one 24/7. 

Still once again, the little shit had climbed into his bed, falling fast asleep on his stomach like a damn cat and Jason… Jason found that maybe parenthood wasn't all too bad. Sure his plans were currently on hold but they could always be resumed when the kid was okay enough with the dark to stay in his own bed at night. So yes, he had kept Danny.. far too clingy, a bit too shiny and much too sweet for Gotham. Sure he may or may not have taken up a few books on parenting when he visited the library to turn in some of the older books he had loaned. So what if what had just been a safehouse was now a baby proofed apartment. He was not like that asshole Bruce. Not in the slightest.

[deeokanee]

If I had to choose one particular song that just SCREAMS Voidwalker to me, that would be Undisclosed Desires by Muse. Walk with me here, because it works so well that the lyrics can be interpreted as both Bob or John talking to the other.

I know you've suffered

But I don't want you to hide

It's cold and loveless

I won't let you be denied

Both of them have been through so much. Bob's whole life has been about abuse, loneliness and intoxication to try to get through it. John is a veteran, he expressed to Lemar how conflicted about what he has done on the field he is. He then lost his best friend, his wife and kid, and his honour.

They're two people who know what it's like to hurt, to be alone and to want to hide themselves from others.

They both don't know how to form an attachment, for different reasons.

John used to have a wife that loved him, but him closing off after his best friend's death led to losing her. And now John doesn't think he'll ever be loved again, because he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

Bob never had a love to lose in the first place, he's never been cared for and made to feel like he's worth it. He's too unstable, too damaged, never enough for anyone. He has friends now, but it doesn't change the fact that he's convinced no one would actually be attracted to the whole of him, not with all of his issues.

They're scared, but they understand each other because they are hurting in similar ways. That's why they both see the other even in his ugliest parts.

Soothing

I'll make you feel pure

What they both need is someone who looks at them and doesn't see what they're ashamed of, but thinks of them as lovable despite and because of it.

Trust me

You can be sure

The core of Bob and John building a relationship would be trust: trusting that the other won't leave or hurt them, trust that they won't hurt their lover first.

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

Bob and John both have a past that's been tainted with violence, Bob the abuse from his father and possibly more during his time on the streets, John with the army, his brief time as Captain America and his job for Valentina. These experiences have shaped them into who they are now, and they need to be reminded that violence is not all that there is to them. John and Bob both desire something else, besides being hurt and hurting others.

I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask

This is about seeing the person in front of you not just as a beautiful face or body, but as a beautiful person, as someone worthy of love.

This is particularly fitting for John, who was chosen as Captain America also because he had the physique du rôle: he looked right for the part he had to play, his mental health was disregarded and he ended up taking the blame for this.

But this could also be Bob's case, if we agree that all that he's ever had with men, different men, too many men, were meaningless and definitely not entirely pleasurable hookups. In this scenario, he's been treated as a pretty face and discarded shortly after, as if he's nothing more than a disposable object.

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

Same with the violence, their traumas haunt both of them. What they need from a lover is being reminded that they both can be more, they both are more than the pain they carry inside their hearts.

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Despite all of the suffering they've been through, Bob and John both long to be loved for who they are. They're both ashamed of wanting something they don't think they deserve. Even if they think themselves unworthy of love, they still yearn to be kissed when they feel like disappearing and held at night when their nightmares keep them awake.

And despite both of them being scarred and afraid, they want to give the other what they don't think they deserve themselves. That's why, even if they thought they couldn't be more different, Bob and John's rough edges unexpectedly fit together.

Thanks for consuming my propaganda 🫡

[genericpuff]

Is going to animation school worth it? I’ve always wanted to go. I’m curious of your opinion on the subject.

whoof, that's a loaded gun of a question LOL and honestly not one I can really answer because the 'worth' is largely based on what your goals are.

The animation program I took was only a year long, the school was admittedly not the best but despite that, I still learned a lot because I fortunately had an instructor who had years of experience working in the industry for various productions and companies (including Nelvana, Disney, and Warner Bros). Most of the value I got out of it was extended specialized learning that broke me out of the comfort zones and bad habits I had developed throughout my teen years.

That said, I never actually entered the animation industry beyond that, I'd have to do a LOT of catch-up work (and possibly have to go back to school again) if I wanted to get back into it seriously. But I kind of learned the hard way (and the expensive way) that animation wasn't the field for me. Despite that, my work improved a lot thanks to what I learned, and learning that I didn't like doing animation as a profession was just as much a valuable and necessary learning experience as learning what I did like - storyboarding, creating comics, etc.

I don't regret going to animation school but I do wish in hindsight I had done more research on the schools I was considering so I didn't end up going to one that would inevitably wind up being useless in the long term (literally, that school isn't even around anymore, I have no clue how to get my hands on my old transcripts or certificates anymore and as far as the industry is concerned I may as well just have never gone to college LMAO) Alas, that's unfortunately a shared experience for many like myself who were pushed into college from the moment they graduated high school :p

And all that was ten years ago, whether or not it's worth it nowadays, well... the animation industry definitely hasn't been kind to the people working in it, it's a cutthroat and competitive industry. I would say above all else, if you plan on going to any sort of art school, always have a plan B. There's no shame in working a non-art job to pay the bills so that you can make your art in your downtime.

Animation especially is an industry made up of all different kinds of folks, from professionally trained to self-taught. It's fortunately a skill that's become a lot more accessible thanks to the advent of affordable drawing software and tablets and mobile devices, so your options aren't restricted solely to post-secondary schooling.

All that's to say, if you do want to go to school for it, great! A lot of the skills people want to learn can be learned separate from school, but with school the path to learning is a lot clearer and more structured, which can make a huge difference especially if you don't want to be learning in the dark for years on end. Plus an animation diploma will at least give you a little more of an edge in your resume.

But, above all else, make sure you have a plan. Don't feel pressured to go to school and take on debt you can't afford just because that's the expectation. Don't rush yourself into any specific life path, trust your gut and recognize what you enjoy doing vs. what you don't. Remember that there are other options outside of "don't go to school" and "go to school", you can also just as simple attend community colleges, local classes, groups, etc. all of which are viable options especially if you're not sure if you want to commit time and expense to 2+ year schooling.

For some people, animation school is absolutely worth it. For others, not so much. Whichever camp you fit into isn't something that I can determine for you, it's only something you can determine through experience which you can only gain by going out and trying things.

Good luck!

[soniluuuu]

Introducing my DR’s!!!

Took me an unholy amount of time.

⸻

Hogwarts DR (Golden Trio Era)

Face claim: Sophia Roemer

S/O: Neville Longbottom. I scripted a slow-burn-ish, friends-to-lovers storyline. It’s really cute and full of mutual yearning. I’m so in love with that boy.

Friends: The golden trio

Family: My dad is Sirius. He got out of Azkaban after Barty Crouch fell out of grace with the public (Barty decided to give him a trial to prove he was “fair,” and Sirius was deemed not guilty). When he came back, he took his rightful place as Harry’s godfather, so Harry grew up with us.

Item: A family heirloom of my mother’s — the orb on the necklace turns silver when someone thinks of me.

Pet: A small Bowtruckle with knobby limbs named Sprout. Me and Neville discovered their tree; Sprout was being bullied by the others (Bowtruckles have very complicated personal lives). One day, we found Sprout had snuck into my school bag, so we decided to keep him.

Fashion: Dark and grunge-y. Think: how you imagine Sirius dressed back in his day, but the feminine version — leather jackets, band t-shirts, low-rise jeans.

Job: Student at Hogwarts

Details: This is the only DR I’m actively trying to shift to. I’m shifting into the start of 4th year.

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Soccer Player DR

Face claim: Jazvnessa

S/O: None. I’m here for the sport, not for the cock.

Friends: COLE PALMER. I play for Chelsea, and in this DR, soccer is co-ed.

Family: Haven’t scripted this yet.

Item: A pink Porsche. I’m a Premier League professional — obviously I drive a sports car.

Pet: White Labrador

Fashion: Pink, girly, tracksuits, expensive shoes and sunglasses.

Job: Professional soccer player (right wing)

Details: I’m not just good — I’m viral. They call me Chelsea’s crown jewel, the Princess of the Pitch. My goal celebration is called The Coronation (I put on a crown and give a princess wave). I went viral not just for my gameplay, but for my aesthetics and personality. Me and Cole have such insane synergy on the field, we’re like a package deal — it’s impossible not to score when we’re together.

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Better CR / Nepo Baby DR

Face claim: Me

S/O: No one (strong independent woman vibes)

Friends: A girl based on one of my best friends who moved away

Family: Same family as my CR, except we’re stinking rich and have a family company

Item: My school supplies — I’m an academic weapon here and there

Pet: Black Cavapoo named Bendy (he’s super playful and I got him for my Quinceañera)

Fashion: Basic, preppy, pink

Job: Student

Details: This is my second main DR. The only one I really try to shift to besides Hogwarts.

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Love Island DR

Face claim: Still deciding

S/O: Jin (from LITG Season 8) — a mix between Jin the character and the face claim I used Eric Ou.

Friends: The other Islanders and I get really close. The girls are super secure, sweet, and genuine — zero mean girl energy.

Family: In this DR, me and my cousin (who always say we’d go on Love Island together) actually make it to the finale together.

Item: Those beachy heels that have haunted my Pinterest for years.

Pet: Bengal cat named Minerva

Fashion: Very Sabrina Carpenter silhouettes — short dresses, tight at the top, loose at the hips

Job: I’m a User Experience Research Consultant. Basically, different companies hire me for 3–6 months to research how users interact with their apps or digital products, find pain points, write reports, and debrief with dev teams.

Details: For the heart-racer challenge, I dress like a bunny. I have a full choreographed routine. ZONT PLAY.

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Twilight DR

Face claim: Jennifer Check

S/O: Basically Jess Mariano, but if he were a vampire. Extra hot, dark, and broody — but not toxic like Edward. Just brooding with banter.

Friends: My twin sister Bella (yes, I know it’s uncreative — shh)

Family: Unlike Bella, I’m actually close to Charlie. She’s so unnecessarily rude to him in the books.

Item: My messy closet

Pet: Black cat (duh)

Fashion: Japanese-inspired Gothic fashion

Job: Student

Details: I have powers. I spent months planning this DR, but it feels more wintery than summery, so I haven’t finished scripting everything yet.

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Podcast/Streamer DR

Face claim: Jazvnessa

S/O: Quackity. My middle school hyperfixation. One of my OG crushes besides Neville. I’m so in love with this man.

Friends: Madeline Argy

Family: Same as my CR

Item: Brown convertible G-Wagon, because why not

Pet: Brown Cavapoo

Fashion: Very Old Money Classy aesthetic

Job: Podcaster / YouTuber — think: Longform journalism like Stephanie Soo, Shortform media like Big Tug, Plus self-help content like The Wizard Liz.

Details: Mainly shifting for Quackity, ICL.

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Arcane DR

Face claim: Random Pinterest girl

S/O: Viktor. I’m not in love with him like Neville, but he definitely awakened something in me. I read a fanfic about him years ago and it changed my life. I’m honestly just shifting there to get in his pants.

Friends: Jayce

Family: My family used to be knights. Now we’re just stinking rich with legacy.

Item: One of my class journals — I’m shifting into the timeskip, helping develop Hextech and attending the Academy. I’m a great inventor, but struggle with other subjects, so Viktor tutors me (hehehe).

Pet: I invented a bird robot that follows me around and helps with things.

Fashion: Blue, gold, princessy, regal, innocent

Job: Inventor, student

Details: No one dies. No war. No racism. I’m not here for trauma — I’m here to fuck.

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Waiting Room

Can you tell I gave up on the template in this one?

My waiting room is a giant, pink, princessy bedroom with a view overlooking a beach that’s always in golden hour. There’s a vanity where I can try any product I want, a TV where I can watch anything, and a helper (Hello Kitty) who brings me food and assists with anything I need.

When I “wake up” in the waiting room, I look just like I do here — except I’m wearing a silk slip nightgown and a massive gold-and-pink diamond crown.

There’s a wall of doors in the room, each one leading to a different DR.

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THIS TOOK AO MUCH DAMM TIME BUT IT WAS SUPER FUN AND I TOTALLY RECOMEND IT AS A WAY TO CONNECT WITH YOUR DR.

If you guys want to try this, here is the template I used.

[kaidanworkshop]

Workshop Progress: Summer Update

Well met Spectators! It's been a few months since our last update, but we've been hard at work behind the scenes hashing out KRCE 2.0; the version of KRCE that will contain content other than the original Kaidan 2 base script. As we move forward with new content and scripts, KRCE 1.0 will always remain available for those who prefer the original content over whatever the Workshop chooses to implement in the future. We hosted two community events last week to talk shop about what we've been up to, what content we're focused on currently, and listen to the first batch of new scripts we recorded with our VA Paul Warren back in June. As per our March Update, these are the scripts that we have begun implementing lines for:

The Intro Overhaul Pack -- What started as just a 1 for 1 integration of WarTortle's Immersive Kaidan Start has now expanded to include a few new conversations and immersive details to help smooth out the narrative mystery behind Kaidan's past, particularly for players who are new to TES lore. Paarthurnax Quest Expansion Compatibility -- Created by the amazing JaySerpa, PQE hooks wonderfully into Kaidan's existing narrative about redemption. We've managed to work into a few subtle nods to Kaidan's dark past for players who haven't completed his personal quest.

The Book Pack -- In addition to creating new lines for each book Kaidan receives, we have also implemented a system where the player can then ask him what he thought about said book. Some of these books also have conditional dialogue, depending if the player has or hasn't completed certain quests. There's also a new mini-quest built into this book system that will unlock... The [REDACTED] Pack -- a brand new way to engage with Kaidan. Trust us, you're going to love it.

We also (very giddily) revealed the name and nature of the [REDACTED] Pack as well -- it's called the Training Pack! Rather than 'hides and trinkets,' Kaidan can now train the player in five martial skills (or increase their Stamina limit) as thanks for gifting him books. This feature is unlocked via the Book Pack mini-quest, which entails giving Kaidan all four books in the Eslaf Erol series -- Beggar, Thief, Warrior, & King.

Initially, you'll hear two different lines fire off after selecting which skill you'd like to train in; one before a fade to black, then a second one after.

There are three 'tiers' of skill mastery that will determine the dialogue you will hear after the second line; Novice is for levels below 35, Intermediate is for levels 35 through 75, and Master is for level 75 and above. The tone Kaidan has for these three tiers shifts from that of mentorship over a novice/intermediately skilled mentee to that of an equally skilled contemporary. Additionally, all of the skills have multiple lines to keep the repetitiveness down -- we won't spoil them all for you, but you can get a taste of some of the lines in the included samples. There's a few great easter eggs in there if you pay attention!

Our Creation Kit & Assets Team have been having a field day adding in sound effects to these lines to really sell the training experience, while the Writing Team has turned their attention towards the second batch of scripts slated for inclusion in our first major update. We're still hammering out the line count for what will be included, but we're looking to have anywhere from 500 - 600 new lines; as soon as we have a firmer grasp on the length of the prioritized scripts, we'll let you all know.

As always, we thank you for your interest, your ideas, and your continued support!

[reyhospacebitch]

see the mina rau bit im SURE was because they didn't have a budget for a new set but just nooo! Find a fucking forest or something! Show a beach! Do a nature landscape! No one would need to know where she is! 😭 I could see her coming back for Cassian's droid when it's safe because she likely knew the droid even longer than Cassian. That I get. Though I can't imagine she'd do so before the war ended because it's dumb and asking to get killed or separated from the baby she chose over everything else.

However, Bix living there felt tone deaf. Even if you could get past the fact she was assaulted (because it WAS sexual assault regardless) there, killed someone for the first time there, and had to run from it because she'd be arrested and they all would be for a lack of papers, it made no logical sense. SHE STILL HAD NO PAPERS! That didn't change and now she's wanted for murder of an IMPERIAL on that planet???? She should not trust everyone to not rat on her, ESPECIALLY since she knows about Yavin. It's wildly stupid and has a high risk of being found out and if she's a single parent then staying safe would be her first priority! And it would be, mind you. the writing fucked over her characterization in 80 different ways.

we know when the empire comes to your planet, they don't come and then leave. Not at this point in the timeline. Not when their forces have grown so strong and need to feed their armies. In fact, we were introduced to the planet by way of wheat fields. People must understand that it's incredibly likely (almost definitively) that the empire would in fact want those resources and they would not pay for it. Such a surprise check up on it's residents would be the first step in the plan, just like they had a long plan for Ghorman. I assumed that the entire plot of Mina Rau was to illustrate to the audience of yet another way they destroy cultures and communities, and not just for Bix or Brasso or Wil or Cass.

But even if imps did decide to leave for whatever reason and leave an disrupted food source, people would know Bix or her friends killed an officer. There would be wanted holos. There would be a reward on Bix's head. We already know from Cass's experience in Ferrix that going back somewhere people know you under those circumstances is dangerous!!!! In fact Bix was the one who was pissed at Cassian for coming back and blamed him at least partly (if not entirely) for her boyfriend's death. This does not track with her willingly going back to a place in the same way cass did in s1.

The arguments of "she made friends there" is just.... okay? But the only bit we actually saw of her there was her talking to Wil or Brasso (neither of which live there or are alive anymore) and then waking up in a cold sweat terrified because of her nightmares. We don't actually *know* she has friends. We don't even see her talking to anyone in the final shot. This is a blanket assumption to make the writing choice make sense. also, she obviously made friends on Yavin and chose to leave there as well so?

The whole dress choice was well... i wont get into that. But it was obv a visual shorthand to show her "growth" and healing and femininity now that she's a mother and i just *snort* whatever. Its reductive and felt off but not nearly as surprising tonally off as the rest of it considering the vast amount of time the show goes to prove to you how evil the empire is on a structural basis in regards to planetary actions of oppression and violence.

and what the FUCK did they do to bix.

(cw for sexual assault and torture, naturally)

oh it's chill, your assault trauma Is Fixed by killing the space ice agent while he was trying to rape you, which is 100% how that works, especially when you have never had to kill anyone before, and oh hey! your torture trauma (and!! chemical addiction from self-medicating!!) Is Fixed by blowing up one of the people who tortured you! no sequelae whatsoever even though hmm DEDRA, for example, was also still alive (does it. does it only count if it is men traumatizing you..........).

in fact your trauma is So Fixed that once you finally get to an organized rebel base, instead of being the highly-trained headstrong mechanic we know you to be you are SITTING AT HOME SERVING TEA because that is being fixed right. that is what Woman Should.

oh wait! woman should also fridge herself! for destiny! in a manner that removes agency from your partner which i'm sure is a topic a survivor of torture and sexual assault has no hang-ups about whatsoever.

additionally. woman should get pregnant because who cares about space birth control when you could be Carrying Your Man's Legacy. and you know the very best possible place to Have Baby? that's right! the agricultural commune where you were sexually assaulted and nearly murdered due to your immigration status and where your best friend since childhood was in fact murdered!

immigration status has not changed? empire has only become more repressive? you know the location of the rebel base and the identities of its leaders and are in even more danger?

Don't Worry About It. you can Lovely Agrarian Dress With Baby. because idk, mechanic seems a bit rough for a holy mother--much better to sailor's wife in the fields.

[dykedvonte]

A crazy thing about Mouthwashing is that Pony Express lost communication with one of its freighters for months and didn’t send anyone to check.

A genuinely reputable company, or at the very least a decent one, would have sent someone, something out to check after about two weeks of silence. Two months is when the crew start questioning if they are even being looked for which implies they were already expecting it to take a while cause P.E just doesn’t care.

They don’t care about who they hire. They don’t care about the conditions they place their crew in or how safe the safety measures actually are. They just don’t care, made rules and regulations so they can care less and succeed in getting away with it with how little those ideas are discussed.

[thedemonconstantine]

"Gio has given you the standard syllabus then, and my dear, you have done all your reading<3!" Rose praised after a swig of smoke, pleased that Nick truly did possess all the manners of a gentleman.

"You are just as rare as our darling Erik, Nicholas. It is quite a mystery why you are still single. Oh of course you can have everything. It just requires a bit of...shall we say, planning?"

Oop, her glass was empty again, which prompted the Unseen Servant to fetch her a new bottle. Some days just called for a little more.

"Mmm, you've read our memoir I see. Appalling, might I add. That entire city is a field of anti-magic. Imagine the horror. I suppose it's quite like losing one's limbs or eyesight...

Richard was fine. I took a little longer to accept the handicap. A lady does like her frivolities after all." That was the most she would reveal (that was not written) about her trials during their stay in the Plane of Steam.

Rose pondered over the swirl of cigarette smoke when she studied the youthful face of her new ward.

“I like your earnestness. It’s something that’s quite difficult to retain as you grow older. Any help is help given nevertheless, and a single drop of water to a parched throat would make a difference, sometimes even life-saving. Never belittle your effort, my dear Nicholas, for small as it may seem to you, the receiver could perceive it otherwise.”

His next question required a long draft of wine.

“Well. His constant badgering, perhaps?” Rose’s gaze grew distant in her attempt to recollect.

“He was always gentle and kind. Slightly daft, sometimes possessive. He never failed to catch my attention. No matter where we were or what we were doing, I always found my eyes drawn to him.

And perhaps when he isn’t around, I do miss him dearly.”

It wasn’t a passionate whirlwind romance. It was instead a story of co-dependency and comfort.

“I don’t know exactly when I fell in love, my dear. I do know that he is mine forevermore.”

It was after Rose heard her own quiet statement that she managed to gather enough courage to look at Nick and smile.

“You will experience this kind of love one day. And soon.”

…only to have the depth of their conversation broken by the mere mention of pineapples.

“Ugh!” Rose threw her hands up in defeat, scattering cigarette ash everywhere.

“This man!!”

"The odds seem astronomical but the Cosmos provides what we need when we need it, we just have to find it" Erik was a mathematical implausibility for sure but Nick believed still in the machinations of Fate, things happened because they were weaved to happen. "We are becoming the epicenter of the Planes, one more great chasm and our plane will be dead center" The Norse Pagans didn't call it Midgard for nothing. "The exact to the millimeter center from the Shadowrealm and the Green if a crow could fly directly through the veins of existence that connect the planes. Or a hot air balloon" Nick's attempt to banter referencing her book with her husband and how they escaped the Plane of Steam via hot air balloon.

"We do cherish him in the only manner that pays the respect to his dignity and boundaries" Nick didn't cherish him yet but he was beginning to!Give him some time!

"If I can lend a hand I will be glad to but I doubt I can help much other than to offer her a comforting ear. I fret I lack experience in essence devouring spirits, but if I can, of course I will help. Anything you require you need but to ask" And he'd feel glad to be useful.

"May I?" he asked and grabbed himself a cigarette as well, using his lighter to light the lady's cigarette first. "Expensive tastes" It was as clean as tobacco could get, Rose definitely had expensive tastes.

"I broke up with my girlfriend when I started this life. She was leaving for college anyway, she's probably with someone else by now, good for her. Can't say I miss smelling of chlorine all the time" Nick took a drag. "She was a competitive swimmer, I'd read on the stands while she practiced. She loved me...we.." Nick chewed his cheek and stopped at his tracks. There were a few things Rose didn't need to know.

"There's a part of me that yearns for it. Companionship, to love someone and be loved, have a home, children. I thought choosing magic was to turn my back on such dreams. Clearly not"

He leaned back on his elbows propping himself against the step behind him. "What made you fall in love with him, do you remember?"

"Is...sorry is that a pineapple sticker on the railing?" he only now noticed the banister had a trail of little pineapple stickers, were they here before? He could have sworn they appeared out of nowhere!

[eruditic-akechi]

Albedo knowing he's a homunculus just means he never had to acknowledge his mom got fucked to have him because she DIDNNT NEED TO so. Between that and what most of his memories of her say about her? He just assumed that his mother didn't have sex because that's his mom y'know!!! His mom that's never interacted with a man long term in his life and is emotionally the 🕴️ emoji! The only other person she regularly interacts with is her best friend Alice and they're just friends, right?

Literally no one in his life understood why he was so shaken up by the revelation that his mom gets some and REGULARLY

[townofcrosshollow]

Was talking to my partner about BPD and I mentioned that BPD and DID have almost exactly the same symptoms and they were like "What no that's not true" so I looked it up and the first thing I see is a person with DID complaining about the DSM because BPD and DID have almost exactly the same symptoms