#mature post

[notaluckypup]

I want to sit in your lap while you’re working on something or trying to focus and just start mouthing on your neck and rubbing against your thigh. I want to distract you from everything and make it so you can’t help but pay attention to me. I want you to both hate it and love it when you see me walk your way with a look all too familiar and know from the start nothing is about to get done. I want to break your pride when you fuck me, I want you to succumb to my every moan and motion even while you’re ‘so called’ in charge.

[flumet]

Like I know someone has probably already talked about this, but why. tf. did they put Best Jeanist's initials there? On the belt buckle right in front of his mouth???

Seriously? I guess it might be a joke but- As if it wasn't bad enough already that they stuffed him into a jeans body suit and everything. On top of that, he's wearing a belt in front of his mouth saying "Blow Job".

I- I just- What?

My poor boy.

[flightlesscipher]

the idea of derek danforth paying for a shit ton of strippers and hookers trying to make himself happy yet he cant stop thinking of u no matter how many people help him get off😵‍💫

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Some Elder Scrolls Art and Concept art has very detailed nudity, particularly some art from the 90s.

Some of Adam Adamowicz work has "nudity" but its vauge enough as to be nearly self censored. Some works from the 90s are a lot more detailed, albeit not "full frontal" so to speak

In general, this is not an 18+ blog, but please understand that since the Elder Scrolls has always been a "mature audiences" series, I will not refrain from posting any official artwork which has excessive gore, nudity, etc.

Any works with nudity *will* be labeled for Mature content.

If you ever see any such posts marked for Mature content, please understand such artwork is not being posted out of gratuity or exploitation, but purely for the primary purpose of this blog, which is to post art and concept art from The Elder Scrolls.

In general, there are probably less than a dozen works which have actual nudity. Its not a lot, I just don't want to surprise anyone.

Thank you for understanding ❤️

[beadsandboops]

My dad and I are huge pokemon fans. We watch the anime together and play the games regularly. while watching jounerys on Netflix, my dad looks at me and goes, "Why are james tits so huge." I was super confused, so I asked him what the hell he was talking about. Aperently, he thought that the cut-off of the crop top james wears was just his massive honkers sticking out. We have watched every single episode of the anime with him thinking this.

[docmenlonhead]

“Class of ‘09” is a Visual Novel for Antis (but not the pure kind)

Please note that this was made out of during the discourse involving controversal contents involving minors. This was out of an lack of proper understanding of the Shipping discourse and the definition of pro shippers. Please note that I’m against purity culture and the call for the sanatization of the online space, but I do advocate the proper use of content tags and ratings (like in Ao3 and Newgrounds).

l mediaI know it sounds strange, but I’m starting to believed that “Class of ‘09”encapsulates everything wrong with Visual Novels; Namely, ones that depicts teens in questionable situations.

For the uninitiated, “Class of ‘09” (not to be confused with the television show of the same name) is a visual novel created by the team behind the abridged series “Batman Beyond Ill”, which is where that meme about the glass ceiling of oppressed gamers came from. It’s there you play as Nicole, a self proclaimed Sociopathic teenager who has to to survive the last two years in high school before graduation; all while having to navigate through the constant cat calls from her peers and superiors, along with the misogyny and racism that permeates the schools of the southwest United States in the late 2000s. Despite the grim premise and subject matter, like drug use, manipulations, and self-harm (all of which can be enacted by Nicole), it’s often depicted as a “Dark Comedy”, thanks to the clever writings of scenarios and the brilliant delivery of the voice actors within the game itself.  It was because to that, many look up to the trouble teen as she’s the embodiment of the cruel societal system that normalized those kinds of “problematic behaviors”.

It was through her I would like to make her a poster child of AntiShipping and Lewding; namely anything that involves minors in some capacity. Like she often kick Jeremy’s (the school’s Weeb) fantasies down both out of disgust and self-gratitude. That and to make fun of her creepy older brother (who’s an adult, by the way). Here what I believed she will  say to ProShippers if she were to interact with them:

“So you aged them up? It doesn’t denote the fact that you wanted to fuck them!”

“Just because they’re both teens and fucking doesn’t make it any less gross that you depict it in explicit detail, you sicko!”

“‘Oh it’s imaginary, it didn’t hurt anyone’. Well, imagine my fist in your face!”

“Try telling that to your Mom. I bet she’ll send you to therapy before someone call the police and have you registered as a sex offender”

We need a mean girl who went through countless sexual harassment from both her superiors and peers to state what’s wrong with how teens are depicted in adult media these days.

[notaluckypup]

Mount is such a word. It brings about such an idea of desperation for me and I just need to be /taken/ like that~ yes, bend me over, I know you can barely help yourself thrusting in and out of my cunt💕

[hercrusadesheep]

Why aren’t you eating your spaghetti ?….

[flightlesscipher]

He looks kinda high here but tbfh im gonna ride him till *** ****** *** ********* *******. Deadass pumping ** **** ** *** *** ****** **** **** *** ****** pink **** ** ****** ******* *** and he **** *** ** **** * ******** ******* ******* *** *********** ** ***** ****** ** **** *****.

🌸🌸

[xx-4d4msf4m1ly-xx]

I'm such a bloodthirsty maniac when it comes to gore I FUCKING HAD TO-

[snaxle]

btw if a trans man decides that they want to get pregnant and you're not normal about this and start spewing a bunch of transphobic shit i show up at your house and beat you to death with a baseball bat

[kensatou]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

[beaft]

fascinated by tumblr's new trend of placing a Mature label on every single post that acknowledges, however obliquely, the existence of sex and sex byproducts

[kimeoshi]

Boss!Aven for @starryjellyfishie !!

Thank you so much once again for commissioning me! :D 💙

[leam1983]

Intimacy

We had our previously-mentioned Gay friends over for dinner and, once again, booze lightened discussion topics all the way down to this lovable, if nosy pair questioning why Walt, Sarah and I weren't more forward with each other.

Sarah tried to go for diplomacy. "I think there's something more fulfilling in treating one another as something like a totality, if that makes sense. We're lovers, sure, but we're also coworkers, friends, best friends - and also mutual points of reference. Actual affection feels like the icing on the cake for me, when there's so many other ways these two guys show me love on the daily."

Walt was his usual sensual and Epicurean self. "Love needs to cook. It needs to simmer, I've found. Good on you guys if you can just go at it from the moment the alarm clock rings, but I need comfort, gratitude and love to sort of rise up to the top of the day's worth of boiling emotions. Everything gets tossed in the pot, to make that work: daily successes and failures, frustrations, annoyances, particular points of attraction..."

Our friends are of Montreal's more libertine Gay circle, comparatively. They're a couple, but they're not exclusive; and they act as though the L word could only ever refer to lust. That's a fissure that's particularly observable if you really pay attention to your local scene's LGBTQA contingent and have some friends in the community. Some of us are lovers, some of us are cuddlers - and some of us act like the eighties never ended and their local Red Light district is an open parade of flesh to consume. Crucially, we're like any other social group in that we don't always understand one another's minutiae. We can respect them, but we don't have to live them.

And, here comes my turn. I sigh and buy some time by going for a bite of Walt's apple crumble.

"Straights have a certain idea of the Gay Couple," I start. "They're fit, decently moneyed, always well dressed - and the experiential value of their existence stands in for other things Straights might recognize, like having kids or investing in a house in the suburbs. That Archetypal Gay Couple prefers to invest in luxury brands, frequent trips, maybe the occasional shot at simulated parenthood with a dog or a cat - and they wear their contentment on their sleeves. They sometimes wonder why people don't just re-jigger their finanaces on a whim - if they were able to tell their bosses to fuck off and then fly to Portofino for two weeks, then surely the Straights can too, right?"

I raise a finger. "You'll tell me this is all wrong, but I'll remind you guys you're up to your third condo renovation in fifteen years. You call yourselves a couple and then brag about finding twinks on Grindr that you then bring home and fingerquotes-added service, to use them as part of threesomes or foursomes..."

They're tense, and I can tell. They're expecting me to get judgey, and I let them stew in it for a few seconds while I drink some soda.

"Some people are happy calling casual sex within and without a consensual structure a form of love, just like some Mormon couples would do exactly what you do, just wrapped in extra layers of justification designed to appease leftover Catholic morals. I've never called Sarah a bitch to work her up, I've never called Walt a fat fuck or whatever else it is you're probably imagining, and the idea of doing what you do with the people I love rubs me the wrong way."

I shrug. "We like to think of ourselves as a big, unified movement standing up against bigotry and general misunderstanding, but the fact is we just cannot consistently understand each other - just like how I can't understand how you two are so insistent we explore your kinks, honestly."

The silence that follows is understandably heavy, but I feel Sarah's hand grip mine. Walt feels obligated to keep his hands in view, so he eventually hooks a foot against one of mine.

Let's call the older one in the couple Peter. The younger one is Bruce. Peter's the first to break out of the malaise I've instigated and nods pointedly. "Oh no, I get it - asserting boundaries makes complete sense, Grem. I'm sorry if we gave you the wrong impression; we probably lost touch with the less-demonstrative crowd from down the street, if you understand."

As Montreal has its drag kings and queens, its out-and-about Queers that aren't shy about turning their sexuality into a sizable chunk of their public image - and then there's Walt, Sarah and I, and people like us. The "stealthy LGBTQA", if you will - those of us who are indeed out to their friends and loved ones, but who chose to internalize their sexuality. I have my Bi and Pride pins, for instance, but I won't put them anytime outside of Pride season. I don't dress in the Bi flag's colors and I'd say it doesn't define the entirety of my identity. It's a good chunk of it, but it's not everything that makes up moi.

Cross me on the street and you won't peg me for a bi man. You won't peg Walt for a gay man on sight, and you won't peg Sarah for a straight woman. You'd have to get to know us to figure it out, in the absence of this blog as a handy reference point.

Bruce speaks up and things clear up instantly. "I just think it might be nice to, y'know..."

The polycule shares a glance. Peter looks remorseful while Bruce looks wounded and hopeful. I've never spotted his signs of infatuation, and I wonder if there are any. They're casual, as I've mentioned, so I have to wonder if this isn't some good old lecherous curiosity. Unfortunately, any hope I would've had to see Bruce being willing to commit to taking things at our speed is obliterated by his next sentence.

"Can I be honest? I just really wanna rail you, Grem."

Brought up like this, in that context - no. That is absolutely not my wheelhouse. I try not to get too icy seeing as this is Bruce making an effort at "friendliness" at the tail-end of an awkward conversation he and his beau initiated, but I think I can be excused if I'm a bit rigid, in-context.

"Not interested, sorry," I flatly reply.

Expectedly enough, Bruce and Peter leave quickly after accepting one token coffee cup. With boundaries having been set, I made an effort to warm things up by discussing our business plans. Peter seemed to take to this like a raft in the ocean, and was more than glad to see us take further steps to leaving the Other Place behind. That allowed us to close the door on them in an at least cordial manner, thank God.

Once they'd left, however, Walter glowers at the door. "What are we supposed to do; plaster a sign out in front that might say We've got a good thing going and aren't a Sainte-Catherine Street flophouse, thank you?!"

Sarah shrugs as she picks up the dishes. "It takes all kinds, Walt. Gay, Bi, Straight, whatever - some people are into building something that's long-lasting and others just want to feel something. It's not just in the Gay circle; you've heard Grem talk about his sad little attempt to visit a strip club after graduating."

I scoff and shake my head. "Some of these dancers were Postgrad students of their own. Some patrons were there to ogle at a respectable distance, others just really wanted sex. These were Straight people, Walt."

I pause to start scrubbing a plate in the sink. "Technically, I've never actually wanted to have sex with either of you, if I'm honest. What I've always wanted was to have someone to love, and to be loved."

That gets Walt to stop and give me a long and thoughtful look. After a few seconds, there's a smile underneath his mustache.

"I never thought of us in these terms before. I approve, honestly."

Sarah, of course, has to deliberately dull that moment of attempted emotional and perceptual depth with a joke.

"Bruce's idea of casual sex is weird, anyway. A little fellatio while the S.O's cutting veggies for supper, a little early-evening anal for cardio, one or two good pumps in the shower, followed by his attempt at Tantric sex, which probably stops at frenzied frottage while mumbling om mani padme om."

Sarah keeps building on this, to the point where we're left cackling and have a hard time being efficient with what's left in the sink.

[notaluckypup]

Just wanting to be taken care of today. Put a vibe in me and just feed me little bits of fruit and make sure I have water while you whisper into my ear about how I deserve rest and to let my mind wander. I just want to melt and not have to worry, is that so much to ask for?