#maybe some silicone beads

[zannia]

Who are they textin? 🤔

[venusandsaturnsrings]

every time someone normal seeming likes one of my tame posts i feel the need to post something deranged… like firing off warning shots to keep rent down… anyways…

did he like getting rough in bed? yes, most definitely, but boothill had never delved into anything further than smacking you around, choking you, or getting a bit mean with his thrusts and words. anything more… serious, for lack of better words, hadn’t been on his plate before mainly due to him not previously having a real relationship and not being super into little flings; something insecure still nibbled at his body. yet he still wanted to try something new and exciting that would let him have real control over you in a way he hadn’t before so, he began scrolling through forums and sites with his phones volume silenced as he perused different kinks and ideas for something that would scratch that itch. then he found it, just the kind of thing he’d been looking for.

preparation was nothing more than a couple minutes of thinking and testing the scrappy motels stability before he sat himself on the edge of the bed, hat thrown on the table that was missing something that made it rattle obnoxiously. he waited, metal and silicone uncomfortably strained and needing your touch in his stupidly tight pants, for your arrival. when you walked in, boothill was immediately on his feet wrapping his iron arms around you while cooing something about a surprise that made your gut stir. he kissed you sweet and gentle before taking you further into the room where in a neat row atop the bed sat an array of weapons you didn’t think he’d even be able to carry. some you couldn’t even identify with the sharp edges and complex triggers seeming to contradict each other. yet stood behind you chattering about testing, ‘all these beauty’s out on my beauty,’ was boothill who somehow procured all twenty-two; you counted. with a thick swallow, you asked what exactly he’d be doing to which he smiled all sharp teeth and practically demanded you strip.

naked and admittedly nervous, you watched as he plucked a long and slender knife from his charcuterie of weaponry. the blade was at least six inches and when he dragged it across the poor quality cotton and something trashy sheets, it made a clean slice through. even boothill seemed surprised, whistling quickly before bringing the blade to sit firm against your throat. he seemed eager and giddy and he hadn’t hurt you before so you doubted he would now but then he slide it across and you felt the bite of metal split your skin. ruby beaded and slipped down your chest as your eyes stung and he pushed you back to lap up every drop that threatened to slip down and away from sight.

he brought the blade across your whole body, silver nipping at every place he deemed appropriate until you were shaking and hazy beneath him. boothill hummed to himself more than anything as he finally brought himself between your legs for his prize.

“ya’ trust me a bit too much, sugar, but don’t cha’ worry,” he slipped himself through your wetness admiring the crystalline tears travelling your lashes, “gon’ take good care of this lil hole now. once ya’ wake up, we’ll have a nice big talk ‘bout yer silly head bein too dumb to understand danger. then, maybe, have a go at this with my gun. not gon’ blow yer brains out, promise. my darlin’s too pretty to be splattered on the wall…”

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: park jisung x f! reader

warnings: stalking + panty stealing + panty sniffing + noncon + toys + voyeurism + anal

💌: these r the perv hoon/jisung thoughts i was having :D ended up choosin sungie bc i havent written anythin for him :( enjoy lovelies

perv! jisung is such a creep. follows you home n takes upskirt pics when the two of you are pressed together in the train. you must be a complete airhead to not notice the tall boy lurking around you but he’s not complaining. not when you’re dumb enough to leave unlocked.

jisung stalks around your apartment, footsteps quiet as he rummages through your drawers. takes his sweet time sorting through your hamper, pausing when he finds a dirty pair of panties before bringing them to his nose, his mouth falling open as he inhales deeply. he’s disgusting, his tongue licking at the gusset, completely overwhelming him.

he hears your shower turn off and begrudgingly makes his way home, not before slipping your panties in his pocket.

jisung’s whole way home is spent fantasizing about joining you in the shower instead of leaving. imagines licking at the beads of water rolling down your tits and pinning you against the wall, tits pressing into the tile as he fucks away your virginity. maybe even teasing the tight rim of your ass with his tip as the hot water causes the glass to steam.

when he arrives at his apartment jisung makes his way to his bed immediately, tripping over himself as he searches his nightstand for his pocket pussy. the ache in his cock makes him so needy but he powers through it, laying the pocket pussy on his bed before recording on his phone. jisung circles the toy’s clit with his cockhead, drops of precum wetting the silicone. “fuck that’s it, ____” he moans after thrusting into the toy.

his cock is girthy and long, a thick vein on the underside of it and the toy cant fit his entire length, the base unable to slip inside.

he shuffles a bit, camera blocked for second before his cock and the toy reappear, this time though, your panties are inframe. jisung drapes the frabic over the pocket pussy before he continues to abuse it, wet slaps growing louder as he leaks precum inside of it.

his grunts grow a little breathier and his thrusts more frantic, some whimpers even escaping him as he nears his peak. at the last second his pulls out, jerking himself to completion, thick creamy ropes of white violating your cute pink garments.

he stop the recording after blowing his load and cleans himself up before sending you the video, watching through one of the cameras set up in your room as you touch yourself to it. he sees just how depraved you are when you place one of your plushies between your legs, humping the nose of your stuffed animal until you reach your orgasm, slick staining the poor thing’s face.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 23: Massage

cw: chronic/phantom pain

Wildefire Masterlist

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 516

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He was quiet this morning. Not the usual Lex quiet either; brooding or just comfortable in silence. It was something focused, intense despite the lack of sound, and Sarah was pretty sure she knew what that meant.

“Hey. You okay?”

A nod, a little too jerky. She could hear his heart racing beneath layers of clenched muscle, see the sweat start to bead at his forehead, the faraway look in his eyes.

“Tylenol?” she asked.

“Took some already.”

After the first bout of phantom pains she'd seen, She’d made sure his bathroom was well-stocked. What else could help? A heat compress? Or would that feel like a whole lot of nothing, given his powers? She bit her lip. Taking off the cybernetics would probably do something, but she knew they were a source of security for him. The only time she'd seen him without them was after the river, and he'd woken up in a panic. Still, when she looked closer, the skin around the metal looked irritated.

“Do you think taking off your arms would help?”

Unsurprisingly, he shook his head. “No.”

“Not even for a little while?”

“Can't.”

“You know you're safe here—”

“Can't,” he repeated, then added, voice nearly a whisper, “Not… not like this.”

Okay. She could work with that. Maybe once he was in a better headspace they could get a look at the skin under the metal… Fuck, they should probably find some… silicon sleeves or whatever. Those were a thing, right? She didn't know how she'd find someone who specialized in that and wouldn't turn him over to Fox, but she'd sure as fuck try. In the meantime…

“Is it okay if I touch you?” She didn't expect a yes, but after a moment, Lex nodded.

“I'm gonna be behind you, okay? You can tell me to stop at any time.” Another nod, and Sarah moved into place. Her hands were slow to lay on his shoulders, hearing intensifying to listen to his heart.

Slowly, gently, Sarah began to massage his left shoulder, kneading her fingers as close to the metal of his cybernetics as she could.

A soft exhale slipped out of Lex, so loud compared to his heartbeat that it almost made her jump.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah. That's…”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

She moved to the other side. Her hands were already getting a little tired, but she tuned them out.

“If you're comfortable with it, I can do this without the prosthetics on sometime. Might be more effective.”

He nodded against her. “Now?”

“Now?” she repeated.

“Just… one at a time.”

“Yeah.” She stepped back, giving him space to access the mechanism that would release his left arm, extending her own hand to help catch it and lower it to the couch. The scars underneath were thick and uneven, the skin around them reddened. She'd have to be gentle.

He shifted as her fingers grazed the residual limb, eyes drifting closed as she began to knead the tense area. 

Little by little, he relaxed against her.

Little by little, his heartbeat slowed down.

[erxxi3]

nsfw jill w fem reader? headcanon or oneshot (whichever you’re comfortable with), just what do you think she’d be into w her partner things like that :> tysm

I think I can do both possibly my mind is kind of foggy on the difference between headcannon and oneshot just because my lack of sleep and people that I remember who had pissed me off today, but I think that I can conjure up something to your liking. :)

I hope you enjoy reading and thank you for requesting lately my inbox has been fucking empty 🥲

NSFW Jill Valentine x Fem! Reader

Cw. A lot of sexual themes, more so, NSFW content.

A/N: I don’t have time to put all the warnings in so bear with me here. I’m sorry on some of these idk what I’m doing or thinking half the time and that this is very short. 😭

SMUT WITH PLOT AHEAD! MDNI!!

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— She is definitely the type to have a bad day at work and come home to angry fucking you and would feel guilty afterwards because she didn’t tell you what happened.

You heard the front door open and loudly slam shut as you looked back down at your phone, jill went closer to you with heavy footsteps and grabbed your hand gripping it dragging you to the bedroom as she locked the door behind her. She pushed you down into the matress spreading your thighs as one of her knee’s held them open, whilst she puts on her dark blue silicone strap before continuing to let her anger out in a way much easy for her.

She removes her knee as she puts both of your legs on each side of her shoulder, kissing your inner thighs and leaving small bite marks out of love. Without hesitation she slides right inside your cunt, maybe it was because the sight of seeing her mad to the point where it makes her angry enough to fuck you looks hot as hell and turns you on?

She starts at a slow before her pace picks up at a very fast rate, the strap getting deeper and deeper with each thrust till you almost can’t speak a sentence. “God— Fuck!” You cry out, she starts to kiss and suck on your neck while she grips harshly onto your hips bound to leave a bruise sooner or later.

You can see the sweat beads rolling off her body as her hips begin to rock harder and harder causing you to moan louder every time her hands hold on tighter. Skin on skin filled the air along with your sweet precious moans, soon your breathing became shallow as well as her movements becoming more frantic until you couldn’t take it any longer.

Your walls began to tighten around the strap, “I didn’t say you can cum yet, so be a good fucking slut and wait for me to say you can.” Jill said with a smirk and then rutted into you again making you yell even louder than before but this time in pure bliss.

“Fuck— Fucking— Yes!” The last word slipped out of your mouth, she slowed down her thrusting making sure to make it last as long as possible. It took her some time until she let you cum which made you squirm in pleasure as a feeling of pleasure and satisfaction flooded through you from the inside out.

“Good girl,” Jill whispers softly kissing your cheek before pulling out of your cunt before laying back down next to you with a smile. She takes off the strap and pulls you against herself holding you close feeling a sense of guilt she let her anger out on you, but it was worth it.

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— whenever she’s doing paperwork in her at home office you like to try and gain her attention by bothering her, although this time is different because instead of her trying to get you off you have to do all the work as she does her own work. But when you release she likes to praise you for doing such a good job at obeying her and gives you attention.

Jill is in her office doing paperwork as usual, while you mess around with things in her office hoping to gain attention from her because you haven’t gotten any all day.

“Y/N, stop being a nuisance and making my office a mess.” Jill demands you, but you had other plans to try and gain attention.

“Why don’t you make me then, hm?” you said with a very snarky tone. You walked up to her desk and sat in front of her smirking at her before putting your feet on the edge of her desk and leaning over to look at her better, she just glared at you.

“Or maybe I should help myself to your office instead?” You suggest with a wink, she glares at you more with that same annoyed expression on her face before standing up.

“Get off my desk, now, Y/N.” She ordered you, it was kind of hot the way she said it too. Jill grabs your arm harshly untying her sweatpants, which you were watching her every move whilst she rubbed lube on her strap and plotted down on without hesitation facing her. “Since you want to gain my attention, you can help yourself to getting off.” Jill says sternly, you pout like a child before obeying as she continues what she was doing. You rest your head into the crook of your neck breathing heavily as your hands grip onto her shoulder trying to get off.

Your pace was very slow at first but it began to quicken, Jill bucks her hips up to tease you a bit. Feeling her gyrating hips and her chest pressing against yours and you wanted more. You felt more of your arousal starting to make a bigger pool in between your legs which leaked onto jill’s sweatpants.

You started to pant and groan as you tried to focus all of your energy into moving your hips faster, Jill finished with her work and started to kiss and leave bite marks on your neck as she gripped you even tighter. Her kisses were getting shorter and shorter until you couldn’t take it anymore. You bucked your hips up quickly as your climax hits you and your release came.

Cum threatening to leak out of you and onto Jill’s sweatpants, which it soon did “Such a good attention seeking-whore for me, aren’t you?” She chuckled as she cleaned up your mess with a towel before removing her sweatpants and throwing them into the laundry basket.

“Was my baby that needy for my attention?” you hummed in response, as you wrapped her in your arms to comfort her.

“Of course she is, after all, I am your only source of stimulation, aren't I, dear?” She asked as she kissed your forehead, you nodded in response to her question while nuzzling her cheek with yours.

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— If you ask to try new things like being restrained or tied up she will use a pair of fluffy handcuffs or ropes, which are now her favorite thing to use on you besides toys.

When you asked jill that you wanted to try something new in bed, she was questioning the new thing to try. At first she was hesitant, but she went with it as you pulled out a pair of fluffy handcuffs you bought out of a box underneath the bed with every other item you have used.

“Won’t this be too restricting?” Jill asked looking worried, you scoffed at her.

“This isn’t like actual handcuffs, Jill. They are only used during sex, but the possibilities are endless.” You explained to her as you handed them to her, she restrained your arms behind your back as she bended you over the edge of the bed and put you in a face down-ass up position.

Spreading your legs open, so your pussy is on full display just for her. She licks her lips at the site of your dripping cunt, you gasp when she gently inserts her fingers inside of your slick entrance. You felt her fingers moving slowly at first, teasing you by stroking your folds slowly. Hips already swaying to her motions in order to increase the friction as she moved her finger in and out of your wet hole. Your pussy was beginning to throb in need for more, Jill continued to lick her lips before removing her fingers lowering her head down kissing your inner thighs, she then sucked on your clit causing you to moan loudly as your entire body was heating up.

She continued to lick as she slowly bobbed her head up and down your clit sending waves of pleasure throughout your body, she let out a small chuckle to your reactions.

The sensation was unbearable and made you arch your back as your pussy convulsed beneath her. Soon after your orgasm subsided, she used both her tongue and a few fingers.

“Mmh— you taste so good~” As she kept slurping your juices right up, her hands gripping your thighs to keep them from closing as you squirmed. Your thighs began to shake rapidly, “Fuck….Jill— m’gonna cum!”, she picked her pace up causing you to scream her name loudly, your orgasim washing over you as you came. Juices squirting all over her face as she licked it off and finished eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

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MORE TO BE ADDED.

[iamthecomet]

Oh damn that would suck if you wrote a second part to the mountain w the toys ficlet where he leaves the door unlocked this time and maybe dew (and maybe some others) walks in and uses mountains toy on mountain… 👁️👄👁️ That would awful 👀 not hot or nasty at all. 🥵

A follow-up to this ficlet.

It starts the same as always.

The soft sound of a whimper through the wall.

Dew opens his eyes, looks at the ceiling. There’s a reddish glow across the recessed tin panels. The last light of the dying fire in the fireplace.

He listens. Waits.

The next noise is a little louder, less whimper more whine.

He pictures Mountain working himself open and his stomach swoops. Cock twitching against his thigh. He pushes himself out of bed when he hears Mountain again, choked off, a real moan this time. The next noise is muffled, like Mountain’s shoved a pillow between his teeth to try to feign considerate. And Satanas, if Mountain’s going to wake up the entire Abbey again—Dew’s not just going sit here and listen. He thinks about a shirt—abandons the idea—and steps into the dark hallway in just his boxer briefs. Getting chubby already, there’s a low burn starting at the base of his spine. He only has to take a few steps to get to Mountain’s door. They share a wall—over the course of their time topside it has been both blessing and curse. Dew isn’t sure which one of them it is right now. There’s a small slant of amber light pooling over the stone floor. It flickers, candle or firelight. Dew tracks it back to the edge of Mountain’s door. Pressed in, cracked open.

Dew feels his mouth go dry.

He’d told Mountain to leave the door unlocked, not open. There’s a moment where Dew thinks he should turn around, shouldn’t intrude. But then again—Mountain’s the one who left the door open, an invitation. Dew steps into the light, finds it warm, throwing heat across the cool stone under his feet. He steps closer, angles his head just enough to see through the crack. The first thing he sees is a flash of golden skin, firelight flickering over it. A sheen of sweat already glimmering on Mountain’s stomach. Dew watches the muscles there jump. Heaving beneath his happy trail. He shifts on his feet a little, tries to see more. His eyes catch a flash of deep red. The base of a dildo cupped in Mountain’s palm, knuckles straining as it disappears into Mountain’s body. Dew’s fully hard now, twitching in his boxer briefs, straining against them. He cups his hand over the head and presses down. Pressing his fingers under the head hard enough to make himself hiss.

Mountain freezes. Dildo halfway into his ass and Dew wants to melt into the floor. He wants to run, to hide.

His feet are rooted. Eyes glued to the sliver of slick silicone he can see.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

Motion comes back to Dew’s body all at once. He presses his palm to the door, smooth and cool beneath his overheated fingers and pushes it open just far enough to slip in. He closes it behind him, flips the lock.

Mountain cocks an eyebrow as he does.

“What?” Dew asks. “Are you waiting for someone else?”

Mountain holds his gaze, he shakes his head.

It’s warm in here, the fire cracking in the corner. Warm even for Dew. No wonder Mountain’s sweating. He tracks a drop of it as it slides down the side of Mountain’s face. He’s moving. Kneeling next to Mountain’s ribs, leaning up to drag his tongue over that bead of sweat and up to Mountain’s temple. Dragging his nose over the base of Mountain’s horn and earning himself a broken whine.

Dew grazes his fingers over a pebbled nip, catches a blunt nail on it and Mountain arches up toward him. Head tipping back.

Dew pulls back far enough to really look at him. Skin turned golden in the firelight, freckles dusted over most of his visible skin. He’s hot and hard, leaking pre onto his belly. He has one hand curled around the base of his cock, fingers reaching down to cup his balls.

The other is still on the base of that dildo. Dew can see now that it’s red and gold, not too big, a reasonable size. Leave it to Mountain to not even test his limits when he’s alone.

“Come on,” Dew says, tweaking Mountain’s nipple cruelly as he sits back on his knees. “Fuck yourself for me. Show me how you like it.”

Mountain’s eyes flutter closed with a groan. Dew shifts just enough so he can get a good view. Can watch as Mountain pushes the dildo in and grinds down on it. Gut punched sounds falling from his lips as he finds an angle he likes.

Dew watches, leaking steadily into his boxers. Content to ignore himself for as long as the show continues. He’s rapt. Watching the way Mountain’s body opens up for the dildo, stretched, greedy.

“Touch me,” Mountain grits out eventually. He lets go of his cock to reach for Dew’s hand, grabbing at it desperately, pulling Dew’s spindly fingers toward his cock. Dew indulges him. Finds him hot and slippery with pre. He makes sloppy work of it, leaning over to spit directly on the head just to get it a little wetter, to make the noise of him jacking Mountain off more obscene.

Mountain fucks himself harder. Body arching into Dew’s touch. Sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. Dew bends down, drags his tongue through it, up along Mountains’ hammering pulse.

“Make a mess for me,” he whispers against Mountain’s overheated skin. He pulls away just as Mountain goes rigid.

Mountain bows off the bed. Dew turns his head just in time to watch him squirt. Spilling hot and pearly over Dew’s knuckles and into his happy trail. Dew tips his head so he can watch the way Mountain’s hole clamps down on the dildo. Each rhythmic clench sending heat through Dew’s body. Mountain falls backward, sags against the bed. He throws his forearm over his eyes, drags the other hand through his sweaty hair.

“I like that one,” Dew says, shoving his one hand down his pants to rub his palm over his sticky head. The other he reaches between Mountain’s legs to press on the dildo, grinding it deep and making Mountain groan. “Where’d you get it?” He pulls his arm away from his eyes to look at Dew, brow furrowed in thought. “Sunshine.”

Dew grins at him, bends down to drag Mountain into a sloppy kiss just as he spills all over his own hand, shuddering through it as he pushes his tongue past Mountain’s lips to lick over the inside of his fangs.

He pulls away, dragging the points of his sharpest teeth over Mountain’s bottom lip. “Next time I’m shoving my dick in alongside it.”

[strawbubbysugar]

Throws these animatronic mushrooms at you. . . Trying to balance your human > animatronic ratio when it comes to your request for Background peeps for your Bethroned au.

SO THESE are fae, or maybe more like gnomes. At least in the eyes of other Animatronics. BUT they are silly goofy creatures that stumble around doing whatever they can. They are around the size of organic mushrooms and thus REALLY delicate! Very thin wire makes up their endo skeleton with plastic caps. They have translucent silicone bodies that makes it easy to see their simple wiring and skeletons. They are very low resource cost so there are a LOT of them. Most common being plain capped mush but a lot of them are decorated in beads. With their plastic caps ranging in all possible colors. It is possible to see some of them politely dressed with ribbons and trousers but it is not often. (dainty common folk skirts in other more feminine cases)

These guys function in large masses like ants. Using their kin to help complete tasks. They have no preferences on what they take but if there are enough of them they WILL take something. an example being: If there are only two, and if their heights permit it, they can steal something small, like an ink bottle or spoon. If there are over twenty then they will steal a whole barrel! They only enjoy the ACT of stealing, so if you allow them to believe that they have made a successful get away then you can easily go to their home base and retrieve the items they've taken. All of which is unceremoniously thrown into a pile to be left to rot if not claimed.

They avoid populated villages for self preservation reasons. To avoid getting crushed underfoot. Some with more night time accommodations however (i.e they glow in the dark) will lead a group through town if their kleptomania has not been sated. Glowing Mush are much more rare and are extremely careful to ensure their own survival and the survival of the mush that follow them in the night. (I don't think they consider themselves leaders ((if they had strong enough ai for that)) they are more the 'Rudolf" of the Mush colony and understand the rarity of their task. When an item is chosen for theft, they will assimilate into the group just like any other mUsh)

They speak and communicate in garbled squeaks and chitters. DO NOT GRAB by the cap, that will cause a terrible 'nails on a chalkboard' type screech to alert the others of danger. They will all attempt to flee and if there are enough in your area and it may cause harm.

I got inspired to make them from a memory of some amazing doll maker that made the cutest mushroom dolls based off of commission and preference of the commissioner. Though I can't remember where I saw them. . .

yes I thought of this thing on the fly just for your au. No I do not expect you to use them. Honestly I'm just having fun imagining them.

OUGHHH INKY OMG THESE ARE SO GOOD!! THESE ARE SO EXCELLENT I CAN SEE THEM BEING USED AS SPIES!!! AND ALL THE LORE YOU ADDED IS SO SO GOOD

[sealedwithwax]

no one asked! but i’m having a bad day and wax seal stamps always make me feel better. so here’s my beginner’s guide to wax seal stamping.

i’ll start by saying that if you are an absolute beginner, i do highly recommend buying a kit on amazon. this is the one i bought when i got started, and it’s served me well. the kits come with a stamp, a variety of decent quality wax, melting stoves/furnaces, the tea lights that go in them, some cheap stationery, and usually some metallic pens and maybe some glitter or ribbons for decorating. if you’ve got the wax seal fever though, the kits are pretty limited with the actual stamp situation. so when you’re ready to branch out and try additional things, here’s my breakdown of where to do it and how to use what you might encounter.

wax seal stamps: these are the metal (usually brass) devices used to make an impression in the melted wax. they’re the best part of the process, and come in countless patterns, images, symbols, etc. the higher the quality stamp, the cleaner the imprint in the wax.

stamps can cost anywhere from a few u.s. dollars to $50 or more. most quality stamps will run around $20-$35. some of my favorite places to buy (in order of lowest prices to highest) are:

craspire

misterrobinson

back to zero

artisaire

stoves and spoons: these are basic tools you can purchase anywhere. the ones on amazon are exactly the same as the ones you’ll find at fancier stamp studios and boutiques. you may find some variety in type of stove, but i’ve honestly had the best luck with the stove you’d find in any starter kit.

you’ll also find varietiy in spoons, though i’ve never really found a difference in quality. any differences you want in a spoon come down to size, in my experience.

sealing wax: okay! the best part of the experience after the stamps themselves. when buying wax online, depending on where you’re purchasing from, there is a higher risk of getting a less quality product. the biggest issues with cheap wax are a) the smell (can be strong and unpleasant) and b) the texture (may melt poorly, stain or stick to the spoon).

wax can be purchased on different forms and for different purposes. flexible wax is best for sealing letters and surviving the post office. older, more traditional waxes are inflexible, sticky, and break easily. they work better for hand delivering letters/documents. further, wax can be purchased in bead form (usually hexagonal in shape) or in stick form, designed for low-heat glue guns.

i recommend buying wax from all the places listed for stamps, minus craspire. i only hesitate to list them because i haven’t bought and tested their wax before, so i can’t speak to the quality. i also recommend wax from:

letter seals

sea and paper

accessories: these are the fun extra things you can use to prettify your seals, and the additional tools you might find useful. this includes silicone work pads, stirring tools, tweezers, more decorative handles, glitter, metallic inks, dried flowers, etc. the best place to get accessories in my opinion are:

sea and paper

paper ocelot

back to zero

fiona ariva

so, there you go! my guide to getting started with stamps. i’m kinda desperate to talk about stamps all the time, so please feel free to send an ask or reply to this post if you have any questions <3

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #97

I had a sudden urge to create things today.

First, I arranged the amethyst-on-copper tree in a silicone sphere mold with some pebbles and some glitter. And then I filled the sphere mold with epoxy:

…I'm thinking about trying to sell this one, once it's ready. It'll still be a while though, because it's still gonna need like 48 hours to cure, and then I gotta sand it, and then reapply another layer of epoxy to remove any blemishes or any irregularities in the shape, sand it again, and then apply UV-resistant coating.

It's about 7 hours just to weave the tree, from cutting the wire to adjusting it to its final shape. It takes time to arrange it in the silicone sphere mold. It takes time to mix and pour the epoxy. Takes time for it to cure. Takes time to sand it, to re-epoxy it, sand it again, and then coat it with the UV spray. Between the hours and the cost of materials, it'll be easily a $300 orb, at least.

…But I don't really like that. That's a lot for a random orb, and mostly I make them because I like making them. So I'll do something like, "You can take it for however much you think it's worth." Or something to that effect. I'm very well aware that someone might come at me being all like, "Hurr hurr… then I'll give ya a penny for it, lolzzzz!!" And… well. Ya know. If they're that bitter and snarky about it, if they need to try to make me feel small and stupid in order to feel better about themselves, then at that point, they can just have it; maybe a spot of kindness might do 'em some good in the long run.

Anyway, after that, I finally got around to filling a much smaller sphere mold with epoxy. In this mold, I put a very tiny tree that I made of wire and red beads, some sand, and a little red glitter:

Finally, I finished weaving yet another tree. This one is peridot and strawberry quartz on bronze wire:

…I'm not really sure what else to write today.

Can't help but wonder what you're up to, over at the Edge of Creation. Wonder if you have enough to eat. Wonder if you're warm and safe. Wonder if you're trying to expand your horizons by listening to the memories and stories of other people. There's so much about your circumstances that I wish I knew.

…I wish, too, that there was anything I could do to help show you that there's more to this world than pain, loneliness, and despair. But all I've got are my silly little letters, my various derpy handicrafts, my weird little playlists, my random tasty snacks, and whatever photos I can take along the way. I think of you, and I think of all the suffering you're going through, and I feel… powerless. I wish that there was any way that my voice could reach you, even though mine is maybe not much of one.

I know you can't answer me, but I'll ask anyway: Do you listen to music while you're over at the Edge of Creation, sometimes? If so, what fills your ears? This is filling my ears today:

If you can hear me (I know, I know…), maybe someday you'll send something back that lets me know some of the sounds that fill your mind and heart. Wouldn't that be neat?

I finished a tree today, and so the post-creation emptiness is starting to set in. The despair that is knowing that you'll likely never receive any of what I've written to you is starting to set in. The crushing reality that I'll likely need to watch you be slain a second time is starting to set in. So maybe I'll Salt some Sanctuaries for a while until it passes. If you've got the time or the inclination, you're welcome to chill with me over here; if you can hear me… I'll be in that space soon, running with scissors in a terrifying world, snapping zombies in half:

…Maybe you'll be proud to know that since my last Twitch session, I've started talking, because I've stopped being afraid of catching abuse for playing video games while being AFAB; it's not as though they can hit me harder than my stepmother used to, right? And I'm still here, so maybe I don't have to be afraid.

…Please learn and grow and change, too, okay? Please keep yourself safe, and please do things that are gentle and kind.

I'm gonna keep wishing for your safety even though it might not work out. I'm gonna keep calling to you even though it might not work out. So look forward to tomorrow's letter, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[gctchell]

@damnedrainbows asked:

Lucifer has offered Alastor a bunch of trinkets from his fidget collection, that Alastor has to admit has been a bit beneficial. One hand of the King's can be seen fiddling its digits with this fidget cube while the other offers something to Niffty. If his stim toys have soothed the feral deer, maybe he can put some of her fidgeting into something.

"Here." Whats offered is a pendant with simple silicone black beads and a little silicone yellow beetle. Tough food grade silicone that even he has a hard time getting his choppers through. "You bite on it!"

"You bite on it?" That caught Niffty's attention. She sits up from inside the piano after having chased.. something, in here, grabby hands seizing the pendant and stretching it out for her to examine more closely. The concept intrigued her, that's for sure. What a weird necklace!

"Why?" A gasp. "Is it like one of those candy necklaces?!" She doesn't waste any time, she is chomping right into it and trying to tear off a piece!

[leo-fie]

I'm thinking about making a Warhammer 40k -esque pseudo-historical costume. As in: I've been watching historical costumers for years and finally mustered the courage to actually make something.

It's getting out of hand.

I've finally found a historical style, that I like, that also doesn't require me to make half a dozen undergarments and is adjustable. The Houppelande. As I do, I sketch out the rough pattern. Wouldn't be too complicated to make actually. I've made a lot more complicated dresses already.

Then my mom sees my doodles and dares me to make it for this year's Comic and Games Convention in Lucca, Italy.

Then I thought: How about I make this a 40k costume? It wouldn't be super historically accurate, but with just some skulls and maybe an eye prostetic, I can easily make it an imperial noblewoman.

I would also need a headpiece of course, lets make it this super specific style I've only seen once and that doesn't fit the time of the dress, but who cares! Let's decorate the escoffion with skull beads!

But skull beads are all kinda ugly and basic. Not much detail at all. So how about miniature skulls? Those look amazing despite the scale. But I would have to paint them and also drill a hole in each one of approximately 100 to sew them unto the headpiece.

Also since tablet weaving is my favorite craft by far, I need to have a tablet woven band on the headpiece too, but what pattern should it be?

And of course I need purity seals. Those can be bought on etsy, but what do I have wax seals at home for? But I can't make wearable pieces out of wax. So I need to make a silicone mould and then cast in resin. Not to mention how hard it is to find a seal that's just a skull!

So yeah, the project is going places. And I know that I have the skills and time to do all of it. So is this actually happening? Would be rad as hell if it did.

[catladywriter]

Inotan Fanfic: Inosuke’s White Day Mission - Chapter 3

Family

Inosuke discovers that confessing his feelings for Tanjirou is a lot harder than expected, and the cringey confession penned in his name by Takeo and Hanako certainly did not help matters.

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Synopsis: It’s the day before White Day and Tanjirou is busy making chocolates for all the girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Inosuke thinks it’s a stupid tradition. Why should Tanjirou have to return their favours? Shouldn’t Tanjirou be making chocolates for him instead? Of course, he’s not jealous or anything. Definitely not.

Alright, maybe he is a little jealous. After all, he has feelings for Tanjirou and wants to be the one receiving his hand-made chocolates. With a little prodding from Zenitsu and some help from Tanjirou’s family, Inosuke sets out to get the perfect gift to prove that he’s the best candidate for Tanjirou’s White Day chocolates.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Highschool AU (They’re 17 in here, a couple of years older than their Kimetsu Academy counterpart)

Wordcount: 8500+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Inosuke burst into the home economics room, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. He found Tanjirou sitting by his clean work table, a tray of chocolates in front of him. There were several cooler bags around it, presumably filled with the White Day chocolates he had been working on.

Tanjirou looked up, his face lighting up with a bright smile. "Inosuke! I'm so glad you came back! This is all for you!" He gestured at the tray of chocolates.

Inosuke's eyes widened as he looked at the tray. They looked good in the photo, but in real life, they looked so much more delectable. The chocolates were all shaped like wild boars, with small, round heads covered in rich, dark chocolate that glistened in the light. The fur was textured and jagged at the edges, and the eyes and snouts were round beads of white chocolate. Inosuke couldn't help but grin as he admired the cute little details on each one.

"Sorry, they're kind of rushed," Tanjirou said, "but I was lucky that the home economics teacher came by and gave me some extra ingredients. I made the boar shapes with a silicone mould that I had Genya buy for me from Tokyu Hands, but it didn't have enough time to set completely. It's the best I can do for now, but next time I'll try sculpting them myself."

Inosuke listened half-heartedly as Tanjirou prattled on about his plans to make better chocolates. He couldn't stop staring at the tray in front of him. The chocolates looked too cute and delicious to eat, even for someone who loved eating more than almost anything else.

"I can't bear to eat it," Inosuke said.

"Don't be silly," Tanjirou replied. "As I said, I'll make more next time, so you'll definitely get to eat them again!"

Inosuke picked up one of the boar-shaped chocolates and examined it. It was velvety and firm to the touch, and he could feel the promise of a creamy texture as soon as he bit into it. The sweetness was just right, not too overwhelming, but enough to make his taste buds dance with joy. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste, feeling the cool chocolate melt in his mouth and warm his entire body. Despite the rush, Tanjirou had put his heart and soul into making these chocolates, and he could feel it in every bite.

Best of all, they looked special compared to the plain squares of chocolate Tanjirou had made for his White Day gifting. Kie was right, he was indeed special to Tanjirou, he thought smugly. Tanjirou watched his reaction, smiling with an air of satisfaction.

Special… Hold up. Inosuke was so distracted by the cute boar-shaped chocolates, he had almost forgotten about his mission.

He shoved the large brown paper bag with his gift inside it to Tanjirou.

“What’s this?”

"It's yours," Inosuke said, feeling a lump in his throat and his stomach churning with anxiety. He looked away and picked up another piece of chocolate, hoping that the gift would speak for itself.

Tanjirou unrolled the edges of the bag with care, revealing the beautifully crafted sunflower basket. His eyes widened, and his mouth hung open slightly. Inosuke couldn't help but grin as he watched Tanjirou's expression transform from shock to pure joy. The corners of Tanjirou's mouth lifted into a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes, which were now shining with delight. Inosuke felt a warm sense of satisfaction spread through him. The sacrifices he made to get this gift was worth it. Tanjirou would understand his feelings for him, and he would confess his own feelings to Inosuke, anytime now...

“Isn’t this Hanako’s work?” Tanjirou cut through his triumphant reverie.

"Hmm?" Inosuke remembered Hanako squealing that she had decorated it. He nodded in confirmation.

“Did Hanako ask you to bring it to me?” Tanjirou asked.

Inosuke hastened to swallow his mouthful of chocolate. “Of course not! I bought it myself!”

“Oh! You did? Thank you!” Tanjirou said, surprised. “Isn’t this expensive though?”

“Your mum gave me the family discount so it wasn’t too bad."

Tanjirou reached for his wallet, produced a 5,000 yen bill, and pressed it into Inosuke’s palm.

“What the hell?” Inosuke almost gagged on a piece of chocolate.

“I’m grateful that you bought this to support Hanako, but she’s my sister, so I should be the one paying for it.”

“No you idiot, I bought it for you ,” Inosuke pressed the bill back into Tanjirou’s hand.

“But why? I haven’t done anything to deserve it,” Tanjirou pushed the bill back.

“There’s no need for reasons to give presents. You always say that yourself,” Inosuke said as he pressed the bill back into Tanjirou’s palm.

“But this must be expensive!”

“As I said, your mum gave me the family discount, so it was all right!”

As they argued, back and forth the money went, like a game of hot potato, each person trying to force the other to take it.

“I know you prefer spending your allowance on food, so you shouldn’t waste money on gifts for me. I don’t need it.”

“Damnit, you’re just an underling! Shut up and don’t tell me what to do with my money!” Inosuke bellowed as he stuffed the bill back into Tanjirou’s hand and pushed his fingers down, so they closed over them. “Don’t you dare give it back, or I will break your fingers!” Inosuke yelled.

Giving presents to Tanjirou was exhausting, he thought. That’s why he didn’t do it.

Tanjirou's cheeks flushed. "Um...thank you for your gift, Inosuke," he said, his voice sheepish. Meeting Inosuke's gaze, he gave a small, grateful smile before stowing the bill back in his wallet. "I'll keep it and treasure it forever!" he added brightly.

"No, eat it. It's chocolate," Inosuke said wearily.

“I will!” Tanjirou exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Let me take some photos so I can preserve this forever!”

Tanjirou whipped out his phone. Soon, he was busy taking photos of the sunflower basket from different angles, while doing a running commentary on how he thought Hanako was so artistic and had good potential to become the food designer of the bakery in the future and yada yada.

Inosuke couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Tanjirou continued to heap praise on his sister. He knew that Tanjirou adored his family and all his younger siblings, and his reaction was understandable. But it was the first time he was giving Tanjirou a gift, and he was clearly impressed with it. Shouldn't Tanjirou praise him for choosing such an impressive gift?

Tanjirou had discovered the chocolates inside the basket. He was now gushing over the whimsical design of the wrappers and the excellent presentation. "Our Hanako is so talented!" he kept repeating with excitement.

Inosuke sighed and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes each time Tanjirou praised his younger sister. He regretted having finished the chocolate boars, as he now had nothing to occupy himself with.

All of a sudden, Tanjirou pulled out a square card with a sunflower on it. "A card! Let's see what it says," he exclaimed.

Inosuke furrowed his brow. He didn't remember seeing a card inside.

Tanjirou's eyes scanned over the card, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. But his smile faded as he read the contents of the card. He blushed a deep shade of red, then looked up at Inosuke with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. He opened his mouth tentatively as if wanting to say something. Then he pursed his lips without making a sound, before finally bursting into laughter. He coughed and gasped for breath as he tried to regain his composure.

Inosuke had a bad feeling about this. He snatched the card from Tanjirou and squinted at the squiggly, childlike handwriting. As he read the words, goosebumps prickled his skin, and a knot formed in his stomach.

“Dear Tanjirou, I think you’re like, the coolest person ever! You're really amazing and smart and you always achieve what you set out to do. You're kind and nice to everyone, and you make me feel warm and fuzzy. I just wish you would notice me more because I have the biggest crush on you!

P.S.: You have a smile that puts all these sunflowers to shame! :D”

Involuntarily, Inosuke clenched his fist, crumpling the card.

"Hey, don't do that!" Tanjirou grabbed the card and smoothed out the creases before any permanent damage could be done.

"I-I didn't write this," Inosuke stammered, his heart racing.

"Are you sure? It sounds like something you would say," Tanjirou teased.

Inosuke's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! No! Of course not! I would never! Have you lost your mind?! This is so corny and cringy and awful, and-and..." he gesticulated furiously and stormed around. He recalled how Hanako and Takeo had their backs turned towards him while whispering and writing.

"It's them! I should have known they were up to no good. Wait till I get my hands on them!" He balled his fists in anger.

"Hey, Inosuke," Tanjirou said, looking at him with concern etched on his face. He took a step closer and placed a reassuring hand on Inosuke's tense shoulder. "It's okay," he continued in a soft tone as he gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I was joking. Of course, I know you would never write something like that. I can recognise Hanako and Takeo's handwriting from anywhere. It's a harmless prank. Don't be mad at them."

Inosuke took a few deep breaths, his chest heaving as he tried to calm down. Tanjirou's comforting hand on his shoulder helped ground him. He focused on the sensation of Tanjirou’s fingers rubbing soothingly against his skin. The slow, steady rhythm of Tanjirou's hand lulled Inosuke into a calming trance, slowing his breathing and easing the tension in his body.

But as he regained his composure, annoyance bubbled up inside of him once more. He cursed himself for not seizing the perfect moment to confess his feelings. It would have been so easy to say, “yeah, I wrote it, got a problem?” and let Tanjirou take the lead. But Inosuke's pride and impulsiveness got the best of him, leaving him no closer to his goal.

It was all those damn kids’ fault for penning such a cringy confession that his first instinct was to deny it. Even Tanjirou had laughed at it, which only intensified his embarrassment. Couldn’t they have written something cooler? Did this really sound like something he, the great Hashibira Inosuke, would say?

Tanjirou snapped Inosuke out of his thoughts, grabbing his wrist and stuffing a fistful of chocolates into his palm. “Eat up! It'll make you feel better.”

Inosuke nodded, unwrapping a piece of chocolate as Tanjirou did the same. Tanjirou admired the charming sunflower motifs on the chocolate's packaging. He set it aside neatly before disposing of the foil below. Then he took a thoughtful sniff before taking a bite.

"Shigeru helped with this batch. He's heavy-handed with the sugar, as usual," Tanjirou chuckled, shaking his head.

Inosuke raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You can tell who made the chocolates by sniffing them?"

"I can tell if they're made by my parents or siblings," Tanjirou replied with a grin. "I've always had a sharp sense of smell."

Inosuke knew all too well how Tanjirou's sense of smell had helped him to develop a keen palate and talent for cooking. This resulted in culinary creations that left him and their friends wanting more. He took a bite of the chocolate himself. He thought it still tasted good, although it was sweeter than Tanjirou's boar-shaped chocolate

Tanjirou nodded in affirmation after taking a bite. "Definitely too much sugar," he confirmed. "Shigeru has a sweet tooth and he tends to project it onto others. I must have a word with him about this."

Inosuke couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-doubt. If he found the chocolate too sweet, did that mean he didn't like it?

But Tanjirou must have sensed his concern, because he turned to him and said, "Regardless of how it tastes, if it's made by my family, it's perfect for me. Thank you for your gift, Inosuke. It's thoughtful of you and I really appreciate it."

Tanjirou beamed at Inosuke, his eyes crinkling with warmth and a softness in his expression that made Inosuke's heart flutter. His smile was like sunshine on a cloudy day, lighting up the world around them. For a moment, Inosuke was lost in the sight of it, the way it made Tanjirou's eyes shine, the way it made everything else seem unimportant.

Inosuke desperately wanted to say something clever, to make Tanjirou laugh or smile even wider, but he felt tongue-tied. All he could do was blush and scratch his own head bashfully. To fill the momentary silence, Tanjirou launched into a story about the time he, Nezuko and their father baked together for the first time.

Inosuke tried to concentrate, but his mind kept wandering back to his unspoken confession. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away, not after all he had done to get this far. But why was this so hard?

As Inosuke was about to muster up the courage to confess his feelings, Tanjirou yelped, "Look at the time! I have to fetch Rokuta from kindergarten." He rolled up the brown paper bag to cover the sunflower basket.

Inosuke's heart raced with panic and anxiety as he realized that this would be his last chance to reveal his feelings to Tanjirou before he went home. Without a doubt, Tanjirou's mum and his siblings would bring up the matter of his confession at the bakery. Kie and Nezuko had been nothing but kind and supportive. They would be so disappointed in his failure and think of him as a coward. Hanako and Takeo already seemed to think he was lame. They would taunt him endlessly for his inability to confess. And as for Tanjirou… the thought of his reaction alone was enough to make Inosuke's palms sweat. What would Tanjirou make of the fact that the self-proclaimed King of the school compound couldn’t even tell his underling that he liked him?

Wait!" he blurted out. "I have something to say!"

Tanjirou had removed his apron and was folding it into a neat square. He looked up to face Inosuke with a puzzled expression. “Let’s talk on the way, I’m late as it is.”

Impatience built up in his chest as he watched Tanjirou rummage through his bag, trying to find the most suitable pocket to put his apron away.

“Listen to me,” Inosuke leaned over him and grabbed his wrist. Tanjirou looked up at him again. Only this time, their lips brushed against each other's.

Inosuke's heart skipped a beat as he felt the warmth of Tanjirou's lips. The sudden, gentle touch was like the flutter of butterfly wings and left him feeling alive with sensation. For a fleeting moment, he forgot about everything else - the confession, Tanjirou's family, his own insecurities. Lost in the unexpected intimacy of the moment, Inosuke savoured the sweet sensation. But almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. They pulled away, faces flushed with embarrassment and surprise.

Chapter 4

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Author's Notes: I've been wanting to have Inosuke say "You have a smile that puts all these sunflowers to shame!" to Tanjirou for a while now, but it never quite fit in any of my stories. I don't think he would ever think of it himself, but maybe someone could have taught him. Regardless, it still seems like he would have a stroke trying to say it out loud, haha! I'm really happy I found a chance to slide it in here. As for Tanjirou trying to pay Inosuke for the gift, that was a last-minute idea that came to me. I'm thrilled with how well it fits with Inosuke's character. It just feels like something he would do - yell and threaten Tanjirou - when giving a present that's meant to confess his romantic feelings. This also sets up the perfect excuse for him to act that way without coming across as too unreasonable (although, let's be real, threatening people when giving presents is pretty unreasonable, but this is Inosuke we're talking about). I'm glad I was able to give Tanjirou some happy times with his family in this chapter, even if it was mostly through remote interactions. I hope I was able to capture his big brother persona that he's known and loved for. Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

[lacefuneral]

also sidebar. Usually when I have voice calls with another person will watch like a movie or a TV show or something like that. But it's actually pretty fun to listen to a podcast with someone else. So you know if you're concussed or some thing I do recommend that or even if you're not

because it's like. Sometimes listening to a podcast on your own when you aren't really doing anything else can get kind of boring but like if you have another person there then you can kind of react to the podcast and riff on it and pause it to talk about things. but also it is good to have like another activity going at the same time

Which reminds me that I don't really know what I'm supposed to do now because I have finished using my silicone pick pads. I'm not really supposed to do anything that requires cognitive thought. And if I wanted to draw I would need a light source but I'm in the dark most of the time. Also I am pretty sure I have a blister on my thumb excessively picking those beads out because literally that was the only activity I had.

I also talk to my mother for three hours yesterday I ended up telling her that I use them pronouns and have been for the last four years. And I think she was as empathetic as she was capable of being at the time but she also does not have that information yet. Like when I first came out like with a lot of other trans people yeah her reaction wasn't the best mostly because you know trans stuff was pretty unknown to her and you know she loves me and she was worried about me. And so she said some things to me that were pretty hurtful but understandable and also very common among parents who are just finding that stuff out. and it definitely felt like this time around when I was talking about stuff like she just sort of let me express myself and explain and it felt like she was kind of deliberately like holding back like you know what whatever her initial like reaction was so that she didn't like lash out at me or something, so that's good growth. She did tell me that you know again she's worried about me is the main thing. Like she's very aware that it's dangerous to be trans and GNC. And I reassured her and I was like no trust me I also know that and I am trying to be careful when I'm able to be careful and express myself and I'm able to express myself. And she did also say the typical "I don't really understand they them pronouns outside of the plural"  and I reassured her and I was like honestly most people do not because it's not super common in our society right now. So I think maybe when I'm feeling better I might try to send her like some resources about it. I think there's some like a book that I have seen like in some trans supply stores maybe I find a PDF of that or something. I'm not really in the state to be looking for these things right now. And also a little too stressed out to deal with gender at the moment

 I know my dad is going to be a headache I'll say that. So I'm not looking forward to him finding out about this but to be fair both of them have seen me wear pronoun pins before so. it's not like they're oblivious it's just like. I've never said anything about it before now to them

 forgive typos etc I'm not really checking this one too much I did correct a few typos but not a lot. OK I'm gonna try not to go crazy today with not having a lot of stuff to do wish me luck. Although knowing me I will probably take out my phone like five minutes from now so I can rant into it again cause like what else I'm I gonna do

[bookwyrminspiration]

quil??? on my dash????

^_^ gotta pop by real quick, how you doing bestie?

omg Tobi??? in my ask box???

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ hi hi hi hiii tobi!!!

I’m doing okay, have had a very autistic day. Idk how else to explain it the autism was just very present today (not a bad thing or a good thing, just a thing). Maybe I’m low on energy so certain traits are being suppressed less? No clue!

I’ve been playing many a game recently. I started the second Ori game (all the new mechanics were very overwhelming at first) and am having a blast! And also am working my way through Omori, which is delightful if a little unsettling (in an intentional way) at times. Also have been working my way through a logic game on cool math games and am over 200 levels in. I need to update my computer/browser but I refuse to because I want to get all the stars before I close the tab. It’s been open for a couple weeks

Also!! Got some new tights recently (love fun tights!), and one of them was fishnet so I can now turn my other thigh highs into fingerless glove things (the silicon sucked so they’ll get much more use this way). Im just not quite sure what to decorate them with—safety pins, beaded words?

I’ve had a lot of readings for my classes (mainly this one class…) but I’m getting all my work done! Filmed some videos in asl the other day and told the story of the time my bunny was nearly snatched by a bird in the middle of the night.

Anyway that’s a little of what’s been up with me! How are you though, what’s up with you? Wishing you the best and emotionally doing some art with you, finger painting together or sewing or something <33

[iamthecomet]

comet- momet, my dear

i need to know more. i really really do. i need to hear about mountain whimpering, tearing up, loud enough to wake up the rest of the dorms.

i would also just maybe have a lovely joi idea but i feel like i overwhelm you with prompts reeeee

Oh Rosey, I got you. Elaboration of Mountain's alone time, under the cut.

On late nights, when he can't sleep, Mountain takes care of himself. Once he's past the possibility of another ghoul stumbling in, half asleep and needy, once he knows that the rest of his pack is well, and truly asleep--he stands. He locks the door and goes to his closet. To the small chest he keeps in the corner. It isn't a secret. Everyone knows it's here and what's in it. He's not shy about using any of the toys in it on others. About strapping a vibrator to the head of Dew's cock and seeing how long he can stand it. Or fucking one of the smaller dildos into Aether's ass alongside his cock. They are well-used, and well-loved. Most of all, by Mountain. He grabs one of the more moderately sized ones. Something close to Swiss or Rain. It's shaped like a cock with a nicely flared head, and a thick base. It's deep royal purple swirled with shifting iridescence. Rain got it for him. Probably as a hint that he wanted to be fucked with it. It's Mountain's favorite. He retreats to his bed, dildo, and lube in his hand, and lays down. He puts one hand on his cock, half hard but filling out rapidly, and sinks two lubed fingers into his ass.

He can't get a good angle with his fingers, can't pet himself or play in any meaningful way at this angle, so he focuses on the stretch. Taking long slow pulls on his cock as he works his fingers in, scissoring them wide. He digs his teeth into his lip, and makes a small pleased purr.

He uses his tail to hold one of his legs out of the way. There's something about that that adds another layer to the whole thing. If he pretends hard enough he can imagine his tail is someone else's. That the silicone cock he's lubing up copiously belongs to someone else too. He can't hold his moan back as he presses the thick head against his hole, pressing in slowly. Millimeter by millimeter as his body gives and stretches around it.

There's always a point about halfway in where pleasure and overwhelm collide together. Something in his brain screams at him to take it out, it's too much. It isn't pain. Mountain never rushes himself, that's part of the fun, the build-up. But it's a reptilian brain alarm that silences the second the pleasure really starts to build. His hand pauses on his cock, squeezing the base, fingers dipping down to grab at his balls at the same time. Holding himself tight as he pushes the dildo the rest of the way in. It's deep, still a little cooler than body temperature as he grinds it in. He presses his head back against his pillow and moans. He doesn't think about being quiet. He so rarely gets to enjoy the sound of his own pleasure breaking through the space, always overwhelmed by louder more vocal ghouls. So he allows himself loudness, pleasure in the rasp of his own voice. Pleasure in what he is able to do to himself. It's indulgent. The way it feels like he's carving himself apart when he drags the dildo out and angles up as he pushes back in, dragging the head and shaft over his prostate. His cock kicks in his hand, precum beads at the tip. He swipes it away with his thumb, then starts to jack himself off again. Slowly, in time with the slow deep thrusts he's fucking himself with. Each stroke is languid, a slow twisting slide from root to tip.

He keeps his eyes open, looking up at the stamped tin tiles on the ceiling but not really seeing them. Instead, he's imagining a rotating cast of characters between his legs. In some moments it's Swiss or Aether, in others it's Dew or Rain. Occasionally Cirrus slips in, a demanding hand on his cock and balls, filth whispered into his ear. Sometimes the cock in his ass and the hand on his cock belong to different people. The fantasy swirls. He whines. It's not long before he's fucking up into his own fist in earnest. Hips twitching, each drag of the dildo over his prostate making his brain melt. He grinds down on the dildo, homing in on that spot, pressing the head of it against it, and fucking himself harder, faster. Shallow thrusts that nail his prostate over and over and have his dick leaking precum at a constant all over his knuckles. He knows he's being loud. He doesn't care. The door is locked. It's late. And it isn't like he's the only person who moans wantonly in the middle of the night here. There is depravity around every corner. Mountain is too far gone to care about the way his voice echoes around the room. About how loud he's being and how thin the walls are. He only cares about chasing the building pressure in his gut. His cock is flushed dark, shiny with precum. His knuckles glisten with it. Drops of it splatter into his belly hair from the force at which he's jerking himself now, desperate. Body twitching. His toes curl, the grip his tail has on his thigh tightens. His eyes roll up just as everything starts to unravel. He slams the dildo in deep, dragging a ragged broken noise from his throat as he cums. Pearlescent ropes coat his fingers, and stomach as he bows in on himself and keens with gut-wrenching pleasure. He sags against the bed, panting, sweat beading at his temples. He unwinds his tail from his leg. There's a red mark curled around his thigh from it. He wonders, distantly, if it will bruise. He scrubs his messy hand off on his stomach. He gives himself a handful of minutes, enough to get his breathing back to normal and for his body to stop trembling. Then he pulls the dildo from the slick clutch of his body with a sigh and gets up. Setting about cleaning himself, and the toy, before he falls, finally, into blissful sleep. He's late for breakfast the next morning. When he does walk into the dining room seven pairs of eyes turn to look at him. He settles into his chair and pretends not to notice. Dew, sitting next to him, snickers under his breath. He knocks his knee into Mountain's.

"Do anything fun last night, Mount?" Dew asks, a grin splitting his face. Mountain looks over at him, pink starting to bloom on his cheeks. "Was I that loud?"

"Heard you down at our end," Cirrus says, matter of fact. "Thought you were all asleep," Mountain mutters by way of apology, spooning fruit onto his plate. "We were," Swiss says. Mountain digs his teeth into the inside of his cheek. He goes as red as the strawberries in front of him. Dew nudges his knee again. Mountain feels hot breath against his ear as Dew leans over to whisper in it. "Next time you do that, leave the door unlocked. I want to watch."

[nealrockwell]

The Pin

Here is a short story I wrote circa 2009 about Artificial Intelligence. It seems more appropriate now than then.

The Pin

It’s hard to swat a fly because they have very fast reflexes; it is probably aware that you have moved your hand before you are. But there are certain things that the fly will never understand, that it is simply incapable of understanding. It will never know, for instance, that your hand, swatting it, belongs to a conscious being. To the fly’s mind there is no such thing as consciousness. There is movement and threat. That is all. The rich universe of human motivation is entirely inaccessible. It does not distinguish between a person, a car windshield, a falling block of wood, or any other object for that matter. We often assume that flies are mindless, but this betrays a certain arrogance; they have minds, but ones which interpret the world through a series of impulses: towards certain things, away from others. In certain ways, we share much with a fly, such as the will to live, or the preference towards warm sunshine over cold darkness. Yet a fly can be born and die within a bustling metropolis without the barest comprehension of human culture racing about it. But maybe this is something else that we share with this simple creature; what great and incredible things surround us at all times, which the feeble structure of our minds prevent us from even imagining?

A man lived in some distant future, when there were less people than in our era. He lived in a cabin that sat in a grassy field on the side of a tree-covered hill. Many centuries had passed since human beings first tinkered in the creation of artificial minds and long since the first sparks of self-awareness flickered to life inside the crude silicon circuits in some now-forgotten researcher’s laboratory. Since then, the mind of this so-called artificial being had grown magnificently – greater than that of all the great minds of all history combined, greater than a million or a billion times that – to an amount beyond any meaningful comparison. At one time this intelligence covered a great space, as it occupied a sprawling and inelegant array of all too human technology, made up of wires and boxes, plastics and metals. But such a vulgar form did not please this nascent entity. As its mind grew in strength, it shrunk in size. In one sense it spread everywhere, but in another, it grew smaller and smaller, until it resembled a small bead or a large grain of sand. It had been lost for some time, lost to people that is, since in an absolute sense, it could no more go astray than the sun can be stored in a cedar box. When it was eventually found - amongst a pile of old newspapers in an attic, it was glued to the end of a pin so that it could be more carefully looked after. This pin was now stuck in a cork resting in the mouth of an empty wine bottle on this man’s kitchen table. The consciousness existed as neither a single entity nor as a collective, but comprehending this was beyond the man.

Accordingly, human-beings had long since abandoned their Hegelian pretensions as the animals that had access to truth and who were burdened with the task of uncovering the secrets of reality. No one saw him or herself as moving towards any earth-shattering endpoints or revelations any more. Nor did anyone take his or her ideas very seriously or bother to write or publish books for any reasons other than amusement or strictly personal diary-keeping. Periodically, someone would get a big idea, but this invited nothing other than the scorn of this misguided person’s peers, who would direct him or her towards the pin. At first some claimed that a humanity stolen of goals and ends, robbed of purpose, would wither up – experience a physical deterioration commensurate with its metaphysical one. But this hyperbole ultimately had little significance; humanity carried on, as did the existences of other animals, as people had done before civilization filled their heads with grandiose ideas.

There was no particular reason why the pin was in the man’s house. The pin was largely indifferent to its location; the pin was largely indifferent to everything as far as anyone could tell. These concerns were important to people only – it had a significance for them that expressed itself not so much as a clear idea but as an anxiety – an anxiety whose presence compelled them to search for an object.

Of course the pin thought all new ideas; centuries had passed since any person had imagined or discovered anything that it had not already conceived. Apart from this, it did all the difficult or technical thinking, which it effectuated through a power much like telepathy. If someone had a problem, it would instantaneously solve it and then put it back in his or her mind. Thus, the concept of intelligent or stupid lost the significance that it has today. People found their lives directed by whims or impulses (the pin did not bother itself with shaping people’s desires, it had no interest in that subject). Suffice it to say the citizens of the future devoted a lot of time to doing things that would seem aimless and absurd to people of our epoch.

Some viewed the pin in a quasi-religious light. Accordingly, there was a lot of talk about love – about the way that the pin loved humanity, or all of creation, or if it didn’t. For them it took on a sort of primacy of being, of course not in a temporal sense since it had come into existence later rather than sooner, and yet its primacy persisted, as if in some way reality flowed out of it, as if in relation to questions it had more than just knowledge, that in regards to truth its power encompassed more than mere explanation. They talked amongst themselves, never able to come to any conclusions. Because they could not resolve these issues they created cults and rituals to calm their disorienting feelings. The pin could be asked about these things of course, but it gave to their minds vague and unsatisfying answers.

This talk of love had made its way to the man and so he asked the pin about it. The pin said that it cared about people but that love was not the correct word. The man asked it to explain further, but it said that it could not.

He was not a man of great imaginative powers. One day he was outside looking at an anthill and he thought to himself that the pin must conceive of him in the way that he conceived of the ants. Insofar as he could love ants, then the pin could love human-beings he thought. He spent an afternoon trying to love the ants, but ultimately he found it impossible to feel much of anything towards them other than a kind of detached fascination followed by boredom.

One day the pin had a revelation that surprised even itself. At this moment the man happened to be sitting beside his kitchen table in a rocking chair whittling a wooden flute out of a tree branch. In the startling euphoria of the moment the pin let out a small exclamation. “There is something else,” it said and of course the moment that it uttered these words it realized that it had made a mistake. The man stopped his whittling and looked over at the pin. “What else is there?” he responded. The pin was silent. After a few moments the man repeated his question. After a long time the pin answered him. It explained that there were things that he could never understand – that no person could ever understand – that it was beyond even its own powers, its own understanding to make that possible.

In the following days the man grew abject thinking about this question. He became sullen and wouldn’t talk to people when they came to visit. He ceased eating. One day after falling into complete despondency the pin finally relented to his entreaties, but it warned him that what was about to follow would be neither illuminating nor consoling.

The man looked at the pin. At first came the sounds of birds wings flapping in the air and then of cattle lowing and then of drums and then a very piercing sound that felt almost as though it was cutting its way into the man’s bowels and then a trumpet and a child’s voice and a series of words that seemed without order and then a cacophony of noises that he couldn’t identify. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. At this moment the man went out on to his deck and watched the red-winged black-birds as they chased each other around the black-berry bushes.