#style setter

[graveyardfullofstars]

[alazarrr]

A Trendsetter.

[oldfarmhouse]

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐲|𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤

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[jolikmc-stuff]

Rust-Puppy by Jo Li KMC at Tumblr

When I was playing around with AI-generated stuff in June, I stumbled 'pon the makings of a very cute character. That character was Rusty Madrad, whom I'd concocted during a character.ai roleplay, appropriately enough.

Anyway, Russ is a cute puppy. And that's all you need to know. (;

Pixel art style based on Mega Man 7 created by and © Capcom Co, Ltd. Rusty Madrad and related characters and concepts created by and ©, and pixel art created by, Jo Li 

The conversion process from AI-generated art to pixel art was a rough one. I'm a bit… rusty (ba-dum tish)… so I had to get back into the hows-and-wheres of how this stuff works. The biggest problem I had was how Rusty's lumberjack shirt ends up blending with their hair. I tried a few different solutions, but none of them looked quite right.

The first one is just normal Russ. The next three are various attempts as trying to fix the "color blending" problem. Green looks good on Russ, but I dunno. Russ also looks okay with lighter-colored hair, but I wanted it to be dark red like it was on the AI art. The last one didn't do much good at all, and just put me in mind of Philip J. Fry from Futurama… I eventually gave up.

Also, the last one is there just for fun. Paws and tanks, yeah~!

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Angela Stevens - How to Set and Style Your Own Wig - Arco - 1971

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: transmasc!Reader (he/him pronouns) Character: Donquixote Rosinante Kink: #1 Merinthophilia #3 Spanking Prompt: Dealer's Choice #3 "Sit on my face." Gift Giver: @dotdotdotdotsometingidk

Summary: Your relationship with Rosinante is still in the "trying new things" phase, and the gentle giant is helping to ease you into certain pleasures.

Content Notes: Transmasc can present a LOT of different ways - this story's reader has not had bottom surgery. Vaginal fingering, vaginal oral, spanking, bondage, forced orgasm, soft dom Rosi, ends a little suddenly otherwise it was about to become my newest multi-chapter story.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“Are you sure?” You ask again, taking off your top and tossing it into the corner.

“It should be me asking if you’re sure,” Rosi admits, giving you a bit of a sheepish look. “It won’t make you uncomfortable?”

“Awww, that’s sweet.” You say, realization dawning. “I’m not less of a guy without a dick, love.” You assure him, taking his face in your hands – a feat you can only manage because he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “If I wanted to be a different kind of man, I’d work on having surgery. You love me as I am, right?”

“Yes, I do.” Rosi answers, face turning pink.

“I love me as I am too.” You assure him, leaning close and kissing him softly.

Rosinante returns the sweet smooches, and the two of you quietly pull the last few pieces of clothing away from on another. Rosi’s lips and hands travel over your body, nearly engulfing you with soft groping hands and a hungry mouth.

The rope appears in his hand, almost like magic as he gently folds your arms behind your back, threading through your fingers and around your wrists and forearms. The soft kisses continued, pulling heavier sounds and trembling moans from you before the ropes had even been pulled taut.

“My sweet boy does like his rope, doesn’t he?” Rosi muses and you nod as he pulls the ropes snug with a deft hand as he brings them around to the front of you. Crossing them against your chest, and wrapping them around your upper arms before turning you around and bringing it all together in the middle of your back.

His hands wander over your skin again, though they hadn’t really stopped, soft kisses pressing against your shoulder. You adjust your stance, opening your legs as long, large fingers slip down your lower belly. Needy sounds are already falling from your lips, and you’re half blissed out just from being tied up a little.

“Your sounds are as delicious as the rest of you,” he purrs, sucking harshly on your neck and filling the room with a needy growl from you as his hand moves away from your untouched slit. “I’d leave you bound all the time, just to hear you whimper like this.”

“It’s not… not just the ropes,” you gasp, as he turns you to face him. “You – you keep touching me I can’t… take it.”

“Mmm?” He hums as he leans in, leaving kisses and nips along your shoulders and collarbone. “But listen to you, you’re taking it all quite well.”

“Pl-please, relief – give me relief.” You beg, lifting your leg this time and resting your knee on his thigh. “Please, Rosi – my Cora-san – I’m already so close.”

“If you want relief,” he says softly, licking your neck and nipping at your ear as he lifts your other leg onto his thigh. “You’re going to have to sit on my face like a good little doll.”

You make a strangled sound, you want relief, but even with as big as Rosinante is, you’re nervous about sitting on his face. It seems dangerous.

“The only thing that will grace that wet slit of yours is my tongue.” He leans in close, fingers wandering over your body easily. “And the only way to urge my tongue out of my mouth, is if you… sit… on… my… face.” Rosi punctuates each steady word by nipping at your skin, leaving light toothy marks and pulling strangled cries from your lips.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that dangerous.

“Then… please…” You beg, scooting yourself as close to him as you can, your eyes shifting from his eyes to his lips as he steadies you in his lap. “Please let me sit on your face, Rosi.”

“Certainly, my sweet.” He grabs you by the waist, lifting you up easily as he leans back and sets you down slowly onto his face. One large hand is against your clavicle, thumb and fingers curling gently against your jaw and neck, supporting you as he leans you forward a little.

On your own, especially with your hands bound behind your back, you’d be off balance and unable to hold yourself up, but he doesn’t let you worry. You open your legs wider, bringing your hips down against his face until you feel his smiling lips against your skin.

A large hand rests against your lower back, trapping you in place. In one motion he opens his mouth and pushes down on your back, making your legs spread wider as his tongue dives into your soaking pussy. Your toes curl and your legs twitch as the sudden pleasure nearly rips a scream from your throat.

“Silent,” he says softly, though it’s not directed at you. You know the command for what it is and aren’t surprised when the large hand lands heavy on your ass, cracking sharply inside the sound-stopping dome.

You writhe, arms twisting against the ropes as his tongue teases your clit, the sharp crack of a second blow causing your eyes to roll back in your head a little as pleasure drips from your entire body. The sharp sting of the well-place strikes against your ass, turn into a throb that digs into your body and makes everything feel better.

He shifts you a little, his tongue diving deep inside you as another crack lands on your ass. Your feet and legs seemed determined to find some kind of purchase, to squirm you away from the pleasure that has you trapped, but even if Rosinante was closer to you in height, you wouldn’t be able to get away.

He leans you forward again, landing a sharp slap on your ass again and causing you to yelp. Your ass cheeks are hot and red, and the tingle of it is traveling through your thighs and down your legs. As he begins to practically suckle your clit, two of his fingers push into your cunt, filling you full and teasing deep inside of you, his thumb running over your stinging skin softly.

You couldn’t beg, you couldn’t form words of any real content. All you could do was babble Rosinante’s name in a dozen different ways as you came, squirming against his hands, twitching powerlessly against his tongue, only for him to continue. The gentle younger brother delighted in your sounds, and showed no mercy as he enjoyed them, forcing one orgasm into another as your gushing pleasure leaked down his chin.

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[heart-star]

For mermay

I made a mix/ parody of H2o mermaid adventures with Bluey since both franchises take place in Australia and I like that cartoon despite all the old fans of the live action series keep harassing, excuse me but I think the Netflix cartoon made some point of views better and filled some expectations kids that time would've had about actual fun instead of realistic awkwardness, obsessed characters & nightmare fuel screenshots!

I got inspired by RowserlotStudios1993 on deviantart for the dog breed of the trio.

And I also used the style of 80s pound puppies.

[homolobotomized]

characters defined by love.

[zippers]

i still can't believe this happened to me today

[jinsei-pika-pika]

Engineered Garments x Red Wing Irish Setter 3110

[wifdc]

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[reddogdigging]

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[bigsam215]

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[luvnami]

"who's that?"

"gallagher." you tap on the character selection screen, swiping over to the brunet's profile. "he's a healer."

ushijima nods seriously. he doesn't quite understand how the game works, but he likes to watch you run around the map and pick up shiny bits of treasure.

the first time you explained the game's terminology to him was a struggle. eventually, you figured out a middle ground. tankers were like blockers, supports were setters or liberos, and spikers were dps characters.

"y'know, you kinda look like him, toshi."

you turn your head over to glance at ushijima. he's tucked politely in bed, the covers bunched around his waist. he meets your stare.

"do i?"

"if you grew your hair and scruff out, maybe."

he touches his hair, rubbing a few strands between his thumb and index finger. gallagher yawns on your phone screen.

"mmm."

ushijima likes his hair cut short and his face cleanly shaved. he's never had any urges to change his personal style. if anything, it's the last thing on his mind (he basically wears sports clothes seven days a week).

you go back to your game, making the character run towards your next quest objective. ushijima briefly wonders what he would look like with a fully groomed beard.

[haikyu-mp4]

it’s a rainy day at summer camp. one of the few evenings that greeted you with bad weather instead of the setting sun, and the result was Fukurodani’s volleyball team gathered around a small tv and taking turns in a Mario Kart tournament.

you walked into the room with an order from the coach to tell everyone to quiet down, and was intrigued by the choice of game and their lack of talent in it. “you guys suck.”

everyone who wasn't playing at the moment turned abruptly, some squinting suspiciously and some laughing. “think you could do better?”

and so you were thrown into the tournament, and oh boy did you knock them off their pedestals. they didn’t stand a chance.

it earned you almost everyone’s desserts from dinner the day after, and you happily munched on pudding cup after pudding cup while they pouted about it. you shared plenty of them with the other girls as well, and you all enjoyed their defeat thoroughly.

fast forward one year later, Bokuto has made friends with Nekoma’s captain, making Fukurodani and Nekoma closer than they were with the other teams.

when Bokuto is particularly annoyed with Kuroo’s taunting after he missed some spikes in a practice game, he challenges him to a round of Mario Kart after dinner. Fukurodani vs Nekoma, choose your fighter style.

Kuroo walks into Fukurodani’s room that evening, carrying Kenma along while the setter is still playing on his console and not even paying attention. the captain looks smug, confident in his best friend’s ability to win. until he sees Bokuto standing with his arms crossed and shielding their chosen fighter.

a couple of the others from Nekoma’s team had joined, curious as to why Bokuto would challenge them in video games when he knew Kenma was there. “why do you look so smug?” Kuroo asks suspiciously.

“because we brought our secret weapon,” he answered, dramatically moving to the side and gesturing towards you. you sat patiently on a pillow, waving at the other team and smiling brightly.

“hi, guys!”

Kuroo laughed, letting go of Kenma and waving back at you. “y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

Bokuto rudely pressed his hand into Kuroo’s face. “none of that, don’t distract our player before the match!”

and while they fought, Kenma sat down beside you, finally turning off his console as you held out the other controller for him. “making me second player, hm?” you laughed at his remark, nodding.

“home base is always first player,” you teased. Konoha patted you on the back and smirked at Kenma.

“you don’t stand a chance.”

he did stand a chance. it was a close race, and you must admit you broke a sweat using every little trick you could think of.

however, it was just a chance. one he didn’t master, and you ended up with a clear victory after a mystery box gifted you with three glorious red shells on the second round, ruining any head start he might have gained.

the whole of Fukurodani’s team got up and cheered, many shaking your shoulders or ruffling your hair to praise your efforts. you looked to the side, ready to taunt Kenma a bit, but he was already staring at you. his catlike eyes made you flustered, and you quickly looked away. “I’m going to bed. good game, Kenma!”

Kenma watched the highlight reel after you left, and Kuroo had to practically drag him out of there as he could barely accept his loss. red shells don’t always mean you win. how you use them matters, and you use them perfectly. the way you drifted as well was beyond any technique he had seen before in real life.

the day after, Kenma comes over to you table with his dessert as a peace offering, and sits down across from you with his head down. “so you’re a gamer, what else do you play?”

“not really a gamer, my cousin just always brought Mario Kart for family holidays.”

Kenma stared at the table for two minutes in silence as you continued eating your lunch and chatting with your team’s other managers until he finally broke out of his trance. “can you teach me?”

“sure, catboy.” you were already eating the pudding cup, giving him a teasing wink now that he seemed so shy. this was the start of a blooming friendship.

masterlist

/when me n @cottonlemonade start brainstorming, great things happen

/this is a drabble in my head but it’s way too long for that… also, what do you think nekoma owes fukurodani after losing??