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Miscellaneous in progress origami today.
Collapsed base for the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (the crease pattern was lying around and I wanted to refold it). Needs a good bit of shaping before it looks like the spiky dragon with teeth it's supposed to look like.
Temple Dragon which needs more shaping also.
Since I am learning a little more about origami design, I reworked my Giorno to have an actual packing that can be converted into a crease pattern this time. Shown is a test fold of Giorno. There was extra space so I decided to make an arrow with the additional flaps. But yeah, now he can be recreated on a 40 grid! Would like to improve the likeness of the face shaping in the future, but I think it’s a start.
Plus a sheet of paper before collapse because I just liked how it looked. Boice is posting a phoenix tutorial so I want to fold that once I get some current projects out of the way!!
#origami#origami artist#origami art#art wip#wip#miscellaneous#will finish these when possible#forgot I had that ink splatter paper but it folds really nicely#I don't know what type of paper it is exactly???#it's definitely something more handmade#was just unlabeled in a pile at the convention#it's got a nice texture though
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api's got chores in the morning :)
[+ a smaller doodle :3]
#art#my art#artists on tumblr#traditional art#doodles#cat cup#drew these with one of those jumbo crayons and OOuuughhhh#i have never ever liked drawing with crayons ever since i was a wee babe but also OUUU this was really good and fun hbsh :D#my fingers were lighty waxy by the end of it cuz somebody peeled off the wrapper bfshv#that's texture though ! ! ! Ough !!!#i think i like jumbo crayons now. little regular crayons are being given some grace here but they've got some work to do loll#//also funkin rip to the yellow text on tumblr i know it's been dead on desktop for a minute but every time i go to look for it i am#disappointed lmfsvh#you are missed yellow text o7 o7#//anyway i like the clouds :3#i don't usually draw them like that so they turned out kinda nice!!#i need to work on my trees though dear lird kghfjshhgks oTL#why is nature always kicking my azz like c'mon man i'm just standing here#//but YEA i gotta eat rn so i'm gonna walk away.. and off... into the abyss that looks suspiciously like only a room filled with balloons#ciaaaaoder :3 :33#!!
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CSP is actually so smooth and the fill tool, guys, the fill tool, you were really just letting me continue to go over every single edge in firealpaca every single time, you were really just letting me do that
#clip studio#it's been semi crashing but i think that's due to the age of my computer#like some brush store brushes not working#but there's so many neat new things it seems pretty cool so far!#and $28 cad for perpetual license not bad not bad#would have to try more though#still haven't found a nice crayon brush but we'll be looking 👀#the fill tooooolllll#my one issue is the zoom function is backwards from f*realpaca's on my tablet and it's been messing me up#but i've only been trying it one day and haven't gotten to play with all the tools yet#also duplicate layer not having a shortcut icon rip but it seems very uh like it's got a lot of neat stuff and asset store huge too huge#the blending the blending!#such smooth paint blending i still need to find the right texture but like god so nice fr
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Was fiddling with these late last night, and I'm not quite there yet but.......... A) I want them for myself and B) this is giving me too much power... now I can make all the clothes I'll probably never have irl however I want them.... goddammit...
#they're for stomping on terfs#elven tries modding cyberpunk#but seriously as someone who just genuinely likes designing clothes - no matter how realistic they are - this is heaven xD#I saw that oil spill texture and was like... that would make some nice boots#*material not texture#I still got so much to learn#maybe I should watch a tutorial first on what all the little values mean and do#before creating 20 more outfits for Vince xD#cause some stuff is still looking weird in certain lights aaaand I haven't figured out why yet#on it though
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too little gfx in the tags lately this is so unfortunate
#pros of tumblr: backwater hell. cons of tumblr: backwater hell#actually add another con: hostile to all image makers now ig#nothing but gifs..................... please..... graphics where r u#tho tbh idk where the graphics makers live because i literally have never seen any on twitter either#a discord for transparent renders that i lurk in opened a channel to share your edits and like#some of them are a bit cluttered but they're still very nice and nothing like tumblr's usual edit style#they're very . digital ig? full of textures text stickers and random bits and bobs everywhere its interesting#some of them also have the magazine mockup thing going on so its got block font bold as hell style usually main focus is drippy splash art#which like . WHERE DO YOU ALL POST YOUR WORK?? SHOW PLEASE ive never seen any style like it in my life#all are like really cool as hell though im impressed and inspired#esp these are all single image focused whereas tumblr's full of like photosets that make up 1 coherent thing#so it's a different kind of challenge... sooooooooo cool though#lowkey wanna try it zzzzz theyre all so neat... scratches a good itch..#ramblings!
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Did you ever step in a water pipe, pipe fall to the bottom of the water system, and there did you meet a little alligator who answers to the name of Alvin?
I drew Peter with his alligator Alvin that he lost, inspired by the monkee's 1968 song "Alvin"!
Its a really good song imo and ive memorised the lyrics :) i hope you like the drawing!
oh also! peters outfit is based on a real outfit he wore in 1968, but i could only see the shirt and necklace so i chose the pant colour by myself :) i also noticed he often wore his belt a bit to the side so i figured i'd put that in!
#the line art was meant to be a neat sketch but i got lazy and kept it as slightly messy line art#you may have noticed i dont normally use such smooth/non-textured lines#it looks nice though i think :)#art#digital art#original art#peter tork#monkees#the monkees#fan art
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a lot of the comments on that stained glass post are really funny because they assume the horse was like, a serious attempt and not me going "ok I've never used these tools before, I'm going in with no plan and just fucking up half sqft of glass while i learn how the cutter and pliers work" and then assembling the resulting shards into something vaguely resembling a horse to get the rest of the process down in my pre research fuck around and find out phase of learning a new skill.
Also the soldering looks like shit because the articles i found in the 20 minutes i was buying the stuff to start all said "flux makes the soldering better" in really vague terms without actually like, explaining that it lowers the flow point of the solder and makes the copper foil more receptive to it. so i assumed it wasn't necessary and was just used for vague betterness reasons and didn't buy any until a few days later when I started properly researching how to do things and found out it's actual job and that it's absolutely vital to the process.
So the solder isn't actually fully bound to the tape on the horse and is just like, melted overtop it following the lines of the tape. there's a distinct oval shape where the sides of the bead are up and off the tape instead of the domed shape it's actually supposed to be.
I also hadn't bought a grinder at that point bc I'm cheap and wanted to find one lightly used on ebay and also i wanted to wait for my pay check so I'd have a Little extra wiggle room with the whole shebang before i dropped 70 bucks on a tool i might not enjoy using too much.
which is to say, the whale is the first actual attempt and not the horse.
#tbh the just fuck around and find out phaze is something more people should do#learn enough to bumble fuck your way through a project and then go 'this is shit how do i do it better'#and researching each element in more depth instead of sticking with the overviews. it gives you more context for everything the#teacher is saying#like now knowing how important flux is.#anyways dont buy stained glass flux just get the lead free stuff from the hardware store. its the same chemicals for less money#ish#the hardware store varieties arnt diluted as much because they're meant to work for plumbing and such. so they're a lot stronger#but also a lot more likely to fuck you up if you dont work in a ventilated area and let the flux sit on your skin for any length of time#im lucky i dont have any like scaring from the time i got chemical burns down the entire length of my forarm because i#rested my arm on the fluxed window while i was soldering it#like theres a noticable texture difference and ive had a massive and Bad eczema patch there ever since but no scars#my arms are hairy enough you cant see it too much though so thats nice.#bfsg
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there's a line between "sol is a scientist" and "sol puts his swords in his mouth" that I think is also "sol will make sure his swords taste good" but I love your specific ideas on what each sword tastes like too
Maybe coagulated Gear blood, sword oil, and gasoline does taste good to Sol
#asks#I was going to type a different response to this but I realized I didn't know what my sword oil tasted like on its own#Just what it tasted like when it was actually on my sword#So I got up and tried a dab of it. Not great! Not as bad as whatever vile substance they soak Switch cartridges in though#It actually tastes *better* once it's on a sword#Ranked from least to most vile:#WD40 > sword oil on katana > sword oil on claymore > isolated sword oil > Nintento Switch cartridge#I think the katana only tastes better than the claymore because the wood/wax in the scabbard smells super super nice#(or maybe because the claymore has a textured blade so more weird gross shit sticks to it idk)#I have an insatiable curiosity and not enough willpower to tell myself no please understand that's how I know all this
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I just remembered I haven’t been posting all my crafts on here too, so I’ll post at least one, not sure if i have pics of more rn
#my art#emma posts#these are nothing flashy#I just have several swivel galaxy pendants I’ve made and thought it would be nice to have one on my lanyard#they are fun to stim with and I had a more defective one#I tried going out with the galaxy pendant yesterday but the glass came off of one side so I’m experimenting with a different adhersive#that’s something I’ve run into a few times and is one reason I’m reluctant to sell them even at a discount#until I know I have something that works#for now I’m just making things mostly for myself so I can see how they hold up best#the polymer clay cat isn’t very exciting either#I just got some cat clay cutters and have been going crazy with them#this is the first keychain though and it’s been holding up well#I’ve said i would never get more skinny chain like this after I run out but now I’m tempted again#ugh#the cats with the textures have been great though#especially the non-key chains compared to round ones#because it’s so much harder not to drop something totally round and smooth
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This jam (marmalade?) is kinda bitter cause they left the orange rinds in but... I think I like it?
Intense to be sure, not what I'm used to for a jam, but it's still sweat too and if nothing else it's interesting
Also it's from costco so I have 4.4lbs of it, but like... interesting to be sure, and I do like interesting things. Plus I like hops at this point, so I've a history of acquiring tastes for bitter stuff (and I don't hate this at all, which is very different from my first hoppy beer)
Not the kinda thing I can scarf down, and I get how this probably sounds like sunk cost, but like... I can point to a history of me feeling similarly with this. I mean I've drunk and enjoyed coffee beer or Turkish coffee despite not liking coffee just cause they were interesting experiences
Anyway, that's me and this jam (or whatever it is, most of the label is in Korean and it doesn't actually say it's jam as far as I can tell, just that it can be used as jam or in tea or like 5 other things... I legit can't figure out what it actually says it is though, just what it does)
No... I'm sitting here tasting the aftertaste and got some more on my plate, and I do think I like it... I just don't think I can eat much at once, and I'm glad I bought two normal jams (well, spreads... there was a chart explaining the difference on here, but I forget the nuances... something about if you leave the solids in)
(Decided in the tags while I finished eating it that I do like it, so that's good)
#in a way it's kinda refreshing to have a jam that's more bitter and not so sweet#not what I'd normally do; which is exactly why it's kinda nice#but I do have an awful lot of it#...good texture though#like taking a bite I can say I really do honestly like eating orange peels; they got a nice firm crunch while being soft#and yeah... the sweet is between the bitter is pretty good; it's got some complexity#yeah I absolutely like this... I was thinking it was good I only got one#but it's actually getting to the point where I may indeed have to go pick up more#more and more I'm coming to the opinion this actually kinda fucks#know it kinda sounds hipster to say it's nice to have a food that 'challenges' me#but like... hard to explain; the sweet and bitter contrast so much that they end up complementing each other#and bitter isn't a bad flavor; just intense and often not what you want#but the more I get used to it the more I kinda taste the sweet under it#yeah... I think they knew what they were doing#it's kinda like how fermented stuff kinda has a lotta nasty flavors that are actually good flavors#well that's my verdict on it; can even share what it is if anyone wants to know; otherwise no real reason to
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“eat your veggies, baby girl,” satoru urges his daughter. you’re all seated at the dining table, eating the food off your own plates. your husband is right next to your child’s high chair, trying to get her to eat her broccoli.
she scrunches her nose up to show her reluctance. when satoru gives her a frown of his own, she eventually gives in. “kay, papa..” she whines. she parts her messy lips and allows the green vegetable to enter her mouth.
you grin at the cute sight. your daughter reminds you of satoru in so many ways. she’s got a sweet tooth, just like him, and both of them dislike vegetables, “heh, you sound like your papa. he also doesn’t like his veggies.”
satoru pouts and looks over at you. he puffs up his chest and tries to defend himself, trying to be a good role model to his little girl, “hey, no, i eat my vegetables. lookie here, princess.”
satoru hesitates before shoving a big piece of broccoli down his throat. he visibly cringes at the taste and texture, but tries to play it off with a big grin - hoping to encourage his daughter to do the same.
“papa don’t like?” she asks with a concerned pout, tilting her head. it’s painfully obvious that he doesn’t like it - even a kid like her could tell. her tiny hand reaches out to satoru and pats him on the arm for comfort. she’s already so emotionally mature for her age.
the white haired sorcerer shakes his head. he coughs a bit and forces himself to eat another piece of the same vegetable, “no.. papa likes it very much,” satoru makes some funny faces as he continues to eat. he’s not fooling anyone, not even his daughter, “mhm.. so good.”
your toddler grins and tries not to laugh at the sight of her dad making those funny faces as he eats. though, she fails to hold in her contagious laughter when satoru turns his head to hide his suffering from her, “bwahahaha!”
her giggles make you smile and let out a chuckle of your own. satoru nearly chokes on his vegetables when he hears his kid’s adorable laugh. he grins from ear to ear and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “oh? laughing at your papa, hm? that’s not so nice, little princess.”
satoru jokes. he makes sure your daughter doesn’t have any food in her mouth before moving to tickle her belly, making her giggles even louder. you watch as he nibbles on her ear—thoroughly enjoying those sounds of joy coming from your toddler.
satoru’s mission is accomplished. maybe not his initial goal, but this one suffices for now. he’s made his wife and daughter laugh and that’s all what matters.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#jjk x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x y/n#gojo x y/n
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Reheating literally the best mac n cheese I've ever had in my life in the oven due to sudden microwave explosion
#GOD#It's this brisket mac n cheese from a food truck#Employees at my restaurant got to eat free last night and my coworker Dave (love that guy he's great) let me try his because last night was#Hell and we were all starving and like. My eyes were opened in a way they've never been before#Like I HATE mac n cheese for the most part but I tried this shit and I could've cried really#The FLAVOUR the TEXTURE the BRISKET#SOBS#Yeah so I ordered some to take home but my microwave exploded (it's fine) a few days ago so I've just been heating things in the oven which#Sucks since I'm so bad at judging when I should take things out so they're always somehow COLD :)#Anticipated it this time though so I left the parchment paper on the tray and got that shit nice n toasty :)#Anyways last night was HORRIBLE but we pulled through lads we did it :) hope everyone else is doing well! :3
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Year 1:
“I’m telling you, man. You just need to drink the protein shakes Dad and I have. Don’t worry about the taste, they’re banana chocolate flavoured. It’s actually quite delicious when you get used to the texture. Then you’ll just need to go to the gyms a few times a week to get these bad boys.” I said, flexing my 16-inch arms.
“Oh, and I can make protein pancakes! Maybe I can add it to other pastries too. It’ll be healthy, useful and delicious. I bet your mom could never have thought of that.” He said smugly.
“Dude, focus. Why does everything have to be cooking with you?”
“Sorry, I got too excited there. It’s just that I haven’t made breakfast you guys liked, it’s completely her territory. For now. Maybe If I make this, you guys will eat it.”
”You know we’ll have to finish whatever you both end up cooking anyway, right?”
“Yeah, that doesn’t count. I want you to eat it because you like it.” The man said, just when I thought he was sane.
”Well that’s irrelevant. Don’t you think it’s a great idea?” He asked.
Even though he’s a maniac, I have to admit.
“I guess it’s not bad, I don’t have to drink and eat at the same time. Just don’t make too much, you get easily full with those things.”
“Don’t worry about it man. Don’t you have morning football practice to burn off the calories?”
“Alright, just don’t put raisins in there. I heard somewhere that they make you dehydrated.”
I shoo him out of the door and start undressing. Contemplating on a compression shirt or an oversized Tee, my head starts running. I am objectively muscular, but compared to the guys at the gym, I’m nothing. I don’t think I’m big enough yet. Oversized Tee it is then.
Grabbing my duffle, I ran downstairs. Then, the scent of banana chocolate sweets blasted my face.
“Morning Jay, come try it out. This is really good.” Dad called out with his mouth half full.
I picked up the buttered pancake. It smells nice, with some cherry scent in there too.
“Dang, this is not bad, Pumpkin,” I shouted to him in the kitchen.
“Right? And with more space in the stomach for drinks, you can try Chloe’s fruit smoothie.” Dad said.
“Don’t worry sweetie, the fruits are from the farmers market so it’s healthy.” Mom yelled from the kitchen.
Looking back at the breakfast, it’s a bit more bulky than usual, but I’m gonna work it off in the morning drill anyway.
Without more hesitation, I dug into the full plate of pancakes and blueberry whipped cream.
“Sweetie, you’re already done? I have more in the back.” Mom said
“She really stepped up her game, right?” Dad chimed in.
“It was awesome mom. Thank you, and help me thank Theo too. But I really need to go now. The practice starts in 30.”
“Alright sweetie, stay safe and don’t be late. I’ll have David finish off the rest.”
“Wait, me? But there’s so much!” Dad whined.
“Love you Mom, love you dad, gotta go.”
I rushed out of the house with the faint sound of their replies.
I felt bad for Dad, since school started, I’ve been leaving the leftovers to him because of school. More often than not, Theo and Mom would overcook and we would be left with more food than we know how to deal with. So Dad would take his usual time for morning runs to finish it before going to work. I need to make it up to him somehow. I guess I could offload his burden by eating more on the weekends.
The practice went as well as it could with my stomach full of pancakes; although Coach thought I had a lot of potential with all the fumbles. Probably because Dad was a star quarterback here back in his days.
“You just need to get used to the team dynamic here, then it will all be fine, Jacob. Don’t sweat it,” Coach said.
It was easier said than done. Someone literally asked me how long my dick was, then groped my pec. At least in high school, people had the decency of being embarrassed.
Maybe I do need to chill off. Go to the club like they said. I do have the biggest pecs out of everyone after all. And I heard people like big glutes, so maybe someone would want me.
It took me a month to search up a club. I was not stalling. Then, another month to put the address into Google Maps. I was busy. Homework has been rough, the professor hates me and Theo needs me to restock. Nonetheless, I finally have time now.
Yay.
Putting on Dad’s old Beige Polo, I look pretty good. The shirt hugs my muscles too much for comfort, but it’s the one day of the month I’m supposed to look like a slut. The light is going to be dimmed anyway.
Fishing for the keys, my hand found some candied fruit on the stand. The guy even knows how to make candies from leftover fruits, who even does that? I grabbed some to put it in my mouth.
On my way out I caught a glimpse of my father in the kitchen. He’s been starting to brew homemade beers with steady progress.
“Oh, Jay! You’re going out? You got a date, yeah?”
He turned back, revealing the newly grown beer belly.
“What?! Of course not. It’s the shirt right? I look like a try hard.”
”Haha, be careful whose shirt you’re insulting. That was my lucky shirt.”
He misunderstood, I just thought I would look half as in place as he looks if I wear this. I really shouldn’t go.
”You’ll be alright son, you’re a charming young man. People will see that.”
My eardrums are fucking gushing blood.
The Club sound rattled through my bones as random guy number six and random chick number four came.
Dad was right. I was quite charming, TOO charming, even.
“Oh my gosh look at those arms,” running her hand, Random chick number four said.
“He probably has killer abs too. Wanna come home with me tonight, Jock boy?” Random guy number six said.
“Sorry man, I’m straight. I also have a friend waiting for me in the car.” I replied.
“Aww man, too bad. I wanted a dumb jock to rail me tonight.” He said while walking off. Seriously, what is up with people these days?
At least I still have my 16 dollar margarita with me in the corner.
Lost in my head, a potential random guy number seven approaches.
“Hey, what’s a hot guy like you doing in the corner?” Number seven asked.
“Sorry, I’m straight.”
“Ahh, my bad. Worth a shot,” He said.
“Man, why is every Dad bod fuck boys straight? Gay people are too obsessed with their bodies to have the look,” he added.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I have a thing for guys who look like you. Not really a jock anymore, but still attracts everyone.”
My 16 dollar margarita was spilt.
“Oh, Shit. Sorry I don’t know what to do.” I’m glad to not have a friend in my car waiting to see me embarrass myself.
“Don’t worry man, I’ll handle it.” Number seven said.
I don’t know why I’m doing this. It’s not like I have a Dad bod, is a fuck boy, or even gay. But the guy he described is the kind of masculine, wild man I aspire to be. Not a shit given to what people think. Maybe I can be that guy tonight.
“Sorry I’m not the Dad bod fuck boy you thought I was.”
I already butchered it. Why the hell did I say that? That’s not what a guy without a care in the world would say.
“What if you are.” He reached under my polo and grabbed my abs. Or softer abs, cause he’s clearly grabbing something.
“But I’ve never done this before,” Holy shit, I need to shut the fuck up.
“No worries, you just need to sit back and enjoy.”
I look back at the rotting toilet. Maybe not sit.
“We’re gonna make this quick, alright?” He said. Then gave my stomach a quick squeeze.
I’m telling Mom and Theo to cut back on the food tonight.
He slid down the zipper and tugged on my dick.
“You’re not who I imagined to be, but I like pathetic boys like you too.” He said.
“Wait, what? I - fuuuck.”
He uses his thumb to twirl around my cock head; then the freak proceeds to lick my stomach pudge.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I involuntarily groaned.
“Hahaha, seems like it would be quicker than I thought.”
He laughed. Fucking laughed at me. And my dick is harder than ever before.
Then, out of nowhere. He grabbed my ass and sucked half of my length in.
“Holy sh-“ I yelped
He covered his left hand on my mouth and said hushly. “Jesus, fuck boy! Do you want everyone to hear? I mean it’s hot, but we’ll get kicked out.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve just ohhhhhh.”
He sucked the entire length in as I got into his throat. It’s cold for a second with the air being sucked, then it warms up my dick as I get closer to the edge. And, wait, did I just moan out loud?
Didn’t give me a chance to breathe, he repeated the motion again and again.
I’m really close.
“Not yet fuck boy.” He said as he guided my hand to my pec.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Twist your nipples and do not stop until we’re done.”
Strange request, but it seemed like there was a lot I didn’t know, so I complied.
“I thought only women like this?” I asked as I squeezed my nipples.
He immediately got back to work as if telling me to shut the fuck up.
Then, I feel it.
It might be the cold air conditioning or the fact that I have my cock in someone’s fucking mouth, but my nipples perked up and got sensitive all of a sudden.
He starts to squeeze and rub my stomach as my senses overload.
Once in a while, he would come up with a remark or two.
“I bet you’re the kind of guy that likes to sit around, munch all day, let other people take charge and fuck you,” He said.
”I bet your bubble butt will grow twice as big by the end of the year because you hate the gym deep down,” He said.
It all doesn’t make sense. I only have five, ten tops of weight added, but my dick gets even harder.
“Come on, fuck boy. Twist those fat tits for me,” he said as the sucking picks up the pace.
“Fuck yeah, my fat tits.” It’s all too much for me to form a thought.
“Fuck my fat ass too.”
“Yeah, faster!”
He gave my slight belly a final squeeze as I cummed harder than I’d ever experienced.
I can feel my dick still shooting out cum as I blacked out.
Someone is wiping me.
Oh, right.
“Great, you’re up.” Random man said.
”Huh?”
“It got real messy, eh?” He continues.
“Sorry, I got carried away earlier. You’re just so hot.”
It seems like he’s not going to stop talking.
“You’re obviously still a jock, but hey. A man can dream,” he said
“You’ve got some real potential, kid.” He patted my apparently now-existing belly and said.
I don’t get it. I’ve been eating more than usual lately, and Theo’s snacks don't help, but mom got the ingredients from the farmers market, so they were definitely healthy. Maybe I am missing something else.
“Here,” he hands me a small piece of paper.
“Call me if you want to do this again.”
Then just like that, the strange man leaves.
I didn’t give a second glance at the piece of paper before throwing it in the trash can.
Against my better judgment, I put my hand back in the disgusting trash can.
No harm in keeping it.
The stranger’s words ring in my head as I put an undisclosed sum of money on margaritas.
Maybe I do like being taken care of.
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My phone vibrated for the thousandth time today, almost causing an earthquake.
“Aggggah, leave me aloneeee. Help me baby Jesus.”
The alcohol from last night, plus the vibration is enough to kill a bear.
Opening the over-lit phone, I see Theo’s happy ginger face.
Theo: Hey Jay, could you help me buy a cookbook I want at the mall, asap?
Me: kys❤️
Mom: Jacob, could you explain the language?
Shit, it's the family chat!
Me: It means keeping yourself safe, mom. I'll go to the mall in a bit!
Theo, the little bastard, replied with a laughing emoji.
Brushing my teeth, I saw myself in the mirror.
Definitely can’t unsee it now. I still have some abs definitions, it’s just pushing out now.
I hesitated, looking at the protein ice cream sandwich mom prepared for me.
Well, I do need something to settle my stomach from the alcohol. Plus, protein is always healthy.
Grabbing a few more ice cream sandwiches, I made my way to the bus.
The mall is located in the middle of nowhere. Nobody comes here except for Costco. Apparently there’s a chain book store too.
Finding the book has been proven difficult. Half the store sells stationery, and the other half sells boring books nobody wants. There is no reason for the store to be this huge.
By the time Theo, the brat, had confirmed the book, it was already past two.
“Hello, excuse me. Is there no restaurant here whatsoever?” I asked the book nerd from the counter.
“Ahhhhh, there’s ahh fast food down the lane, to um, the right?”
“Alright, thanks.” Looks like I’m going to starve myself until I get back.
Going to the bus station, I pass the fast food place. They must have had a rebranding these couple of years. They used to smell like kids puke. Now… it smells like some sweet apple pie, fries, or chicken nuggets? Yeah, definitely some chicken nuggets. Haven’t had them in years.
No. I must not get carried away.
Dad said fast foods are not real food. Ever since he watched the Super Size Me documentary, he banned the whole family from eating fast food, and I thank him for it every day.
Today will be an exception. This will be my reward for going through everything that happened this week.
“So, we have a discount for everyone who uses our app. You can also get points for a free meal in the app.” The fat ass cashier asked.
“Yeah, why not. I could save a few.” Not like I’m going to use it after this.
My hands end up with a combo of fries, burger, nuggets and a medium soda.
While enjoying the smell of garbage goods, I catch a glimpse of an obese guy sitting in the corner.
He looks. Wait, it’s Avery Lancaster.
Holy shit it’s true. He did gain 70 pounds and some more. Looks like he’s in his 300s now.
The image of his fat ass hanging off the seat brought me back to reality.
I will not eat at this restaurant ever again after this meal, so I won’t end up like him.
Except for the fries. The fries are too good to pass.
For The rest of the semester, things went as well as they could.
Homework has been piling up, the professor still hates me, so I have less time to hit the gym.
Sports are enough for me so stay fit anyway. At least until next year’s spring season starts.
Coach has been supportive of my decision to bulk up. He just gave me an ominous warning about off-season athletes bulking too much.
When the Thanksgiving holiday came, I was ready to go on a diet.
After the holidays.
Because mom has seriously improved her skills, and, as much as I don’t wanna say it, Theo’s food is basically tailored made to my taste. They might just be.
I have a sneaking suspicion that they are using Dad and I as testing metrics for their little competitions. Just a suspicion. Because recently Theo started focusing on making food for me, Mom began to make food primarily for Dad.
The suspicious duo seem to have the belief that weight equals love. If that is the case, I am truly screwed. There is no one but dead people who can resist Theo’s cooking. I’ve even been brainwashed to think Theo’s food rants are interesting, that’s how powerful he is.
By the end of the Christmas dinner, I could tell that Theo had probably lost in their competition by the look on his face. I almost felt bad for not eating enough.
It's not like the food wasn’t good; my opponent is Dad. His appetite is unmatched. At the beginning of the year, he barely eats anything for breakfast while keeping his plant-based diet. Now he’s an absolute beast, he can inhale 15 pancakes at the speed of sound. Whatever I’ve gained this year, Dad probably has gained twice as much. He also grew out his beard and body hair which I struggle to do. There is literally no better definition of man than him.
After the Christmas dinner, I went up to assess the damage.
Twenty-two pounds of flabby fat gained this year.
Why don’t I at least look like Dad with a firm, rounded gut? Instead, mine grows around the underbelly, looking like a soft fanny pack.
I need to stop thinking about this. I’m still muscular after all. 215 is nothing compared to the guys on the team.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I have a thing for guys who look like you. Not really a jock anymore, but still attracts everyone.” His voice echoed in my head.
Deleting the notifications from the fast food app, I opened the phone and dialled the number for Random Guy number 7.
Chapter 2 ->
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I have been buying a few bio-products lately mostly because the cheap ones are too large/have too many...idk like potatoes for me to actually use and not end up throwing some away and
i swear to god
if one more thing tastes worse than the cheaper option i will never buy them again it’s getting really annoying
the ONE expensive thing so far that tastes better than the cheap one is the bratwurst my great grandpa brings from his local farmer once in a while (it’s really good and nice and soft even when you reheat it but with a nice crispy kinda skin, nothing that drags, nothing that hardens out, just the right texture in all the right places and good taste and everything <3)
but other than that so far my experiences have been subpar so i guess my taste goes
more expensive bio/organic foods<cheapest options<expensive local farm options but i’d have to actually be able to drive out someplace to get any so basically impossible to get lol
#txts#we do have market day tomorrow again#i dont think i can go buy anything bc i work right through their open times#but maybe next time i could buy some eggs and try those?#bc then i have tried every option for them#sadly cant buy meat from them though bc i got no space to store it for multiple hours afterwards because...work#we have the tiniest fridge ever at work...it's not made for my shopping style#i also tried like fresh cut chicken breasts but god....can you...make them big?#and not the tiniest pieces which also have the most gum-like textures around#so i need to cut them even MORE#really annoying#i just wanna eat nice food and have more than 1 option#and also not feel like dying when visiting my vegan friends#FUCK VEGAN MAYO BTW i have strong feelings about that#unsure if they all taste the same but WHICH FUCKER DECIDED TO SWEETEN IT#THIS ISNT SALAD DRESSING FUCK YOU SPECIFICALLY WHOEVER MADE THIS SINGLE MAYO I TRIED AND LEFT ALONE RIGHT AFTERWARD#the nuggest were...fine#bit eh in texture-too flat and paper mache vibes but it was food i was willing to chew on#which is more than i can say for most#this side rant made me hungry now#its 11pm...i am rly not in the mood to cook#and i have no leftovers atm#i wanted to go wait till tomorrow and cook some food them#i lied-i DO have some quick food but i didnt read the full package and it has mushrooms in it#and i am also not in the mood to pick out every.single.mushroom#i need rice to bury it#and my gag reflex to chill out more bc its coming up just thinking about it....gid
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Yandere Scientist
Imagine being taken care of by a yandere scientist...
Lev was a down on his luck scientist. He had been obsessed with marine biology since he was a young boy. Researching various forms of aquatic life, it was his passion. So when he got out of college and got a job as an assistent at one of the biggest marine biology facilities in the country. Slowly climbing the ranks until he became a researcher of his own.
But he felt the passion slowly begin to die. It wasn't the deep sea expiditions and discovering long forgotten species like he had expected. Instead it was mostly busy work. Look at these scales, watch this video, go to this lecture. It was a drag. Nothing like the life he wanted for himself. And he couldn't escape it. Life felt like a drag...
He just wanted to end it all...
Than something unexpected happened. He was doing his standard report on his recent findings when he got a sudden call from one of the higher ups, the ones who rarely spoke to anybody. They told him that he was selected for a top secret project and wanted to know if he was in. His curiosity got the better him and agreed, filling out all the NDAs and paper work immediantly. What could be so important that he needed to sign all of this?
He was escorted to a new lab, being told it was where he would be staying for the forseeable future. He was confused by what assignment he had been given. But than he saw it. He saw you...
In a small holding tank was a creature he had only ever seen in myth. A large fish like tail that appeared to have been torn up with large gashes in the tail and a ripped caudal fin, all wrapped in water proof bandages. Or at least the best they could wrap it. But from the waist up was a person. They looked human, except for the scaled texture on various parts of their skin, the webbed hands, and fins in place of ears. They were scratched up there as well, with wrapped up arms and even a damaged facial fin. They were a merfolk.
One of the higher ups told him the story. How a group of fisherman went to a new area by their home to fish, but when they went to leave something had gotten caught in the propeller and when they looked again there was just a large thing of blood. They believed that you had gone to investigate the new boat only to get caught in the propeller when they went to leave. Which left your body scared and damaged. Though they had no confirmation, mainly due to the fact there seemed to be some kind of language barrier. With the merfolk only speaking in chirps and chatters, leaving them unable to get anykind of information out of you.
So that just left Lev's new job. He was meant to take care of you until your body healed while also observing you. It was a nice change of pace from the boring life he was used to, and there was something so thrilling about being on an assignment that so few people knew about. But he didn't expect thing to change so much...
There was something about you that just made him feel alive. Maybe it was your cute face or childish curiosity. There was just something there that he adored. He could spend all day watching you. Just witnessing you play with the various bath and water toys he had bought you in his off time. And he couldn't stop the ache in his heart whenever you struggled. Having to stop swimming when the pain in your tail became too much to bare, or when you're unable to control your swimming due to your damaged caudal fin leaving you to bump into the glass of the tank constantly. He just wanted to stay by you, he just wanted to care for you. You were all he had anymore...
So when he was called into a meeting with the higher ups, he was in shock. They believed you were healed as much as you could on your own, and it was time for them to step in. That some of the scientists had been making a prosthetic tail fin, something meant to replace your caudal fin. And that once you got the hang of the prosthetic they'd let you return home. He couldn't believe it.
When he got back to his lab, he threw everything on his desk to the floor. They couldn't do this to him. Not after everything you two had gone through. What did they think would happen? Did they just plan to chip you like some kind of animal and let you back out? You were almost killed once already, they were just throwing you back into the jaws of death. You hadn't even been around danger in months, almost a year. You couldn't function on your own in the cold dangerous ocean. You couldn't function without him. And he couldn't function without you either. You needed eachother, what would you do seperated?
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he looked over at the tank. How long had his hand been pressed against it? But that wasn't what he cared about, all he cared about was your webbed hand on the other side of the glass. Pressed to the same spot as his. A broken laugh spilled from his lips as he pressed he cheek against the glass, tears in his eyes as he spoke to you. Uncaring of whether you could understand him or not.
"I-I knew it. I knew you felt the same. You don't want to go back to that cold dark place. You want to stay with me too. I just know it. They won't take you away. They can't take you away. I'll take both of us out of the picture before I let them rip you out of my arms. My world. My life~..."
#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere oc#male yandere#yandere scientist#mermaid reader
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I’m so sorry Amy this is NASTY but from the moment I saw the chest fuzz on HL my first thought was how sensitive it would make the nips when fucking cause of the texture
18+ homelander x reader. boob stuff, body hair appreciation, overstimulation, flying sex, cream pie. never apologize to me i will always make it nastier. 🖤
At first the brush of it is divine. It wrings a gasp from low in the back of your throat, has you kneading the taut muscles of his back while he pounds into you. Homelander's body hair isn't overly coarse, but it hardly matters when his chest is pressed flush to yours, his lips on your throat.
You feel his every huff and whimper more than you hear them. They pair perfectly with the desperate grip he has on your hips, holding you in place with his whole body as he fucks you against the ceiling.
Now the grind of his chest against yours is beginning to take a toll. You shiver with his every move, growing more and more tender with the friction. Your cunt quivers tight around his cock and he stifles a hot moan into the crook of your neck.
His cock, more thick than long and nicely curved, strokes that sweet spot inside you that strikes stars behind your eyelids with every snap of his hips. You fist your hand in his hair and pull until his lips meet yours.
"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, threads of saliva snapping between your hungry mouths. "You drive me fucking crazy."
"Don't blame me for that," you respond breathlessly, licking right back into his mouth. "You were there when I got here."
He grins, giving a ravenous little growl and a sharp thrust. "Fine. Crazier."
The two of you climax like that, entwined and floating high off the ground, your ascension halted only by the height of the ceiling. Only once the aftershocks fade out does Homelander begin to sink back down to the bed. You feel as if you're in the clouds, floating on euphoria and his warm, soft body.
Still trembling, you lift yourself up. This is how you had started; astride him, riding him until the wild bucks of his hips had lifted you both up, up, up.
You smooth your hands down your own chest, goosebumps erupting everywhere. You give his pec a slap, the thwap of it dulled by the padding of hair. "You rug burned my whole chest," you chastise, though your tone is colored by your smile.
He sucks in a breath, contemplating the condition of your skin as he blows out a raspberry. He cups your breasts in gentle hands and pushes them together and up, meeting the pearl-soft flesh of them with his lips. He kisses apologies all over each one, flicking his tongue over your nipples for the way you gasp and tug his hair when he does.
His spent cock, still buried deep inside you, throbs valiantly as he sucks one breast into his mouth, tonguing your nipple in slow circles. You shudder and grind down in retaliation, the both of you hyper-sensitive, moving leisurely against one another as your satiation passes and the need for more grows.
You ride him slow and deep until he comes again. You rub your clit to the feel of his mouth on your chest and his come dripping out of you until you, too, orgasm, the tight spasm of your cunt reducing the most powerful man in the world to a simpering mess between your thighs.
The two of you untangle your limbs only to jigsaw right back together, his back to your sensitive chest, your arms around him, fingers scratching through the very hair you complained about.
"I could start waxing again," he says, words lazily slurring together.
"Don't you dare," you murmur, nuzzling the spot just behind his ear, kissing the shell of it. He interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to his chest. "You're perfect as is."
You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You feel it in the slant of his lips when he presses the back of your hand to them.
#been awhile since i had enough inspo to drop random smut ficlets!!!!#thank you anon ilu#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#homelander x reader#homelander x you#x reader#homelander#my writing#smut
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