#thank you again for the message!

[noahsnzvt]

Just gotta say, very sweet of you to go about doing this for your gf but also go about sharing with us too!

What do you use to induce? Pepper? Chhinkni? Something else? Quite curious!

Do you have any allergies? If so, it would be fun to see how your nose reacts to an allergen, as long as you're open to the idea.

Keep up the good work, Noah!! Looking forward to what you have in store for us

Thank you so much! I’m happy to share! She’s told me pretty much since we started dating that she hit the gold mine with my nose, I always thought she was biased haha

In this instance, I used a rolled up tissue. Depending on how sensitive my nose is feeling, I can sometimes get a fit of 5 or 6 at a time. I’ve tried Chhinkni before too, and that always ends in a huge mess haha. The stuff works though, I’d be down for trying it for a video soon.

As for allergies, I have so many 😂 All year round. Pollen does me in, and so does my girlfriend’s pet rabbit (plus the hay she feeds her). She already had her before we moved in together & I didn’t tell her I was allergic right away because I didn’t want her to feel bad haha. I manage fine though, I’m attached to the rabbit now too lmao

I haven’t tried inducing with an allergen yet, but I’m open to giving it a try! I’m currently letting my gf take the lead with ideas, since I’m still learning what the kink looks like from a community standpoint. But I’m excited to keep experimenting with this!

[tothedarkdarkseas]

i'm so intrigued by the way you described the band's dynamic, because i completely agree and i don't think i've seen anyone else describe it so honestly lol. while i think they certainly care for each other in their own strange ways, i see a lot of fans portraying them as a found family that is very rigid in its roles (this character is the dad, this character is the brother, etc.) and i think that, while maybe at another time that was truer what with noodle being a child, now that they're all adults i feel like the complexity of their interpersonal relationships get lost in those strict definitions. and there's so much potential there!

Thank you, I'm glad you find the possibility intriguing! I do as well. I know I've talked about their dynamic as a band and individually with Russ and Noodle a few times on this blog, but there are... a lot of posts, aha, all of which are very scattered and not always the easiest to find again after, so I'm sorry to say I can't seem to pull up another!

I think you've touched on a really interesting and true part of this, which is the presumed rigidity of the roles and the development-- be that evolution or devolution-- over time into something different. I regret that I haven't written the most about it and am probably not the best source to, but there is something incredibly complicated about bringing Noodle into the fray as a child, making three adults who are not emotionally mature or competent enough to be parents into de-facto guardians who have to balance internal obligation versus an external fear, rejection, or mockery of their responsibility toward her. And that's not even considering that in truth, they are not especially secure or grounded in their relationship as friends or as colleagues, let alone a family unit. Stu and Murdoc have a unique dysfunctional codependence, and I think severing them from one another is more difficult than they would claim it to be (or in Stu's case, wish it to be; in Murdoc's case, I don't think he'd wish for a moment to have less of Stu.) Still, that knot tying them doesn't extend in exactly the same way to anyone else around them, including any shared grounds of respect for Russel or responsibility for Noodle, which I think they experience and express in different ways. And the same is true in reverse: what reason is there for Russel to view Murdoc or Stuart as a brother, or as a co-parent, when none of the three have chosen to inhabit that role on their own? Is living alongside a piece of your legacy the same as loving it? Where the more straightforward found family trope answers this question is in the innateness of it, the irrationality of it-- you don't feel because it makes sense to, you feel independently of that. I'm not knocking that in any one person's heart, you know, it's not that I mean to suggest they don't care at all and they'd watch each other rot if they could-- I think the grief of P3 comes alive all the more because there is such a bone-deep, irreplaceable guilt in failing a child, in fracturing the relationships that define your life and legacy, and in that, define you.

I think Noodle in particular does reshape the dynamic they would've had without her, but-- and here's me being unsentimental-- that doesn't mean they "did right by her" in childhood nor made that functional family narrative easier on each other, it doesn't mean their independent relationship dynamics haven't been strained and reformed over 20 years, and it doesn't mean that Noodle (as the "centre" of the familial tableau) is herself willing to fulfill the role she'd been placed in anymore. What she needed of them then may mirror what they need of her now, and though there is love of some form, to be sure, none fit seamlessly into a mold they were never cut out for. I think in her adulthood, playing the prodigal daughter as they drift apart between albums, travel, seek, discover and return in pursuit of creation and legacy (and I know I repeat the word, but it is really a key here, to me) it becomes clearer to the men what distinguishes their relationships, what they live with uniquely, not what blurs them together in warm candlelight and matching colours. And I think distinction in relationships can be an incredibly meaningful thing; I don't think it means less for a moment in time to be as it was, for a thought to be unsaid, for shapes not to be named. To know the art from an angle, to have seen every brushstroke that created this angle, and still to know there are angles you've never faced each other from. I think it's still special, and compelling. I think you can care without it consuming you (--I just think two of them do it anyway.) That's more of how I personally view their dynamic!

My friend Niamh (if you're reading this Niamh, hello, and I'm thinking of you) said something terribly profound of their dynamic once, regarding the lack of band intervention or support toward Stu or Murdoc's untidy private relationship and whether that implies an absence of care, which was "It would be better to hear 'I don't understand because we're not that close' than to hear 'I'm your friend, and I don't understand you at all.'" I loved that.

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[cheese-water]

he is the only funny person on the damn app

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

With the end of season two comes a second redraw!

[Nov 2022] [June 2023] [June 2024]

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[calmparticles]

Happy new year 1997! 🎉🍾

I'm meaning. 2023.9999999999999999999!!!!!!! 🎉🍾

[14dayswithyou]

So it's taken some time, but I wanted you to know that 14dwy has actually inspired a game of my own! It's also a yan game and it's called Crystalline Cage! :D You're in the games credits lol

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaa I'm so happy and honoured to hear that!! ;v; I know I normally keep things strictly 14DWY-related on this blog (and require a secret phrase for asks), but I'll make an exception hehe

The demo for "Crystalline Cage" drops on the 3rd of August!!

✦ Links: tumblr | itch ✦

[the-squeege]

I’ve been a huge fan of Glass Scientists for… what’s it been like… 7 years? Something like that.. anyway I’m super happy to see it getting more recognition AND EVEN GETTING PUBLISHED??? I got volume 2 the other day and in reading the after words about Jasper I figured I HAD to draw him and talk about why he is SO important to me and why I’m so thankful he exists the way he does. There’s so much else I could say about this series and how much I adore it and how important it is to me but for here I’m just gonna focus on Jasper and why he is so incredibly important to me.

also please go read the glass scientists if you haven’t already it’s SO GOOD

It’s.. not something I talk a lot about but to anybody who pays attention to me on here, it’s probably pretty obvious that I’m trans. Or maybe not. My best friends didn’t know for like 2 years until I made a joke about taking my t shots lol.

When I first started reading glass scientists I didn’t know I was trans. And ultimately this isn’t really a story of how I found out, to be completely blunt it kinda just happened and I’m like yeah, I’m way more comfortable this way, this is just who I am.

After coming to terms with being trans, I found a lot of comfort in many of the characters in Glass Scientists. Over the years something really resonated with me more and more about Jasper.. I always appreciated how yeah, he’s a guy and he’s also soft! And sweet! And I know how much of a walking talking trans man stereotype I am but it felt so nice to see a male character acting and feeling the way I do, bad posture and all.

A few years later and the pages where Jasper talks about being trans drop and HOOH BOY

Everything in these few pages just felt so real and personal to me. Like I had lived this experience of coming out before, as it’s something I and many other trans folk have had to do over and over again. The way Jasper talks about his journey, the way Rachel sees him and the way that the story just continues on with Jasper just.. being who he is. Especially in a world with almost no transmasc representation in media???? This was MONUMENTAL for me. I didn’t really know it was possible to be so seen and so understood in a piece of media.

The real kicker was Rachel’s line about how Jasper must have been so uncomfortable. As someone who’s been lucky enough to have a lot of support, and a loving partner who has been nothing short of incredibly kind and patient and understanding, that line just. I dunno it makes me tear up a little (a lot) every time I read it. That understanding and acknowledgment in those few little words means the world to me.

I wanted to write this out and be a lil vulnerable here after reading how Sage was worried about their portrayal of Jasper. Idk if they’d ever see this, but I wanted to get it out there that as a trans man myself, Jasper is perfect. I’m so thankful that Jasper exists in the story as he does, and that so much love and care went into portraying him. I get the same feeling reading that scene with Rachel and Jasper as I’ve had being comforted by friends and family. It’s so personal and touching. Thank you for writing Jasper the way he is <3

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[souperluminal]

Hello!! I'm a huge fan of your art and I thought I would ask about your colorwork, because it's genuinely super impressive to me how all your pieces have amazing palettes and they add so so so much to the general atmosphere. Do you have any process to pick colors for pieces? Like using picture references, gradient maps, etc or do you genuinely just eyeball them? I'm super curious :]

But yea I really love what you do and love seeing every new piece!! Have a nice day! Ty for reading <3

Thanks! I very much use references, though I don't use the color picker on them, gotta train the eye. I have an ever-expanding reference folder of photos and paintings with colors that I like so that when I start a new painting and I have an idea of the color scheme I want in mind, I'll already have some reference on hand. Good reference really makes a world of difference!

I also like to bias colors a little bit away from their standard versions:

The more blue green and the more yellow green are both more interesting to me than the "just green" green. Nothing wrong with that average green though, sometimes that's exactly what you need. It's always situational.

Lastly, a fantastic color tip for digital art specifically that I got from Mike Hernandez: Use the RGB sliders instead of the HSB color selection!

By default, Photoshop gives you the HSB (Hue, Saturation, Brightness) color picking setup which looks like this:

It's perfectly functional and has its uses, but it doesn't really feel like mixing color. On the other hand, if you use the RGB sliders:

Now you can add a little more blue if you think that's what the color needs, or you can take away red, add some green, etc. It gets you actually mixing color and thinking more about how the colors relate to each other. It can take some getting used to if you've only used the HSB setup before, but it's worth it!

[joyfuladorable]

Mikey and Raph being besties and rassling (From the book Lean, Green Smackdown Machine!)

[expelliarmus]

[apnourry]

it's a great color on me idc

[bg3-dyes]

i have finished all the body type 1 dyes... for now 😳 (edit: not anymore since patch 5 but STILL A LOT) everything is in the archive drive. special thanks to @salfur for handling the body type 2 outfits!

i added a spreadsheet (+ a pdf version) to the drive so you can check for specific items that may be missing - there are a BUNCH of items that have the same model, and are functionally identical once dyes are applied. so, for example, if you're looking for dye variations for the Anarchic White Outfit:

you can reference the Anarchic Blue Outfit dye sheet! ✨

also!

now that im finally done with the heavy lifting for this project..... the time has come for me to actually play the game. 🫣 im going to be streaming occasionally over on twitch, so feel free to follow me there if that's something you're interested in 💕 no concrete schedule yet, ill probably post updates on here to keep u in the loop on that (but i still gotta keep this blog tidy to keep it functional as an archive)

but anyway, for now.... i will take a nap 🫡

edit: adding my ko-fi since some people have been asking me about it - thank you for the interest & generosity! 💗

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.