#the solution is to give them a personality

[beddhead-red]

ive been talking about this a lot lately; antivaxxers explicitly prey on people's ignorance about autism to create political animus. rfk jr is particularly infamous for this.

i know this is the autism website so you might look at this and chuckle and say "get a load of this guy" but you need to understand that the average person does not actually understand what autism outside of a pejorative sense. most people have no real concept of what autism is as a diagnosis. what most people know about autism is what is fed to them through the media and maybe that one high support needs kid they knew of but didn't know in school. most people don't even know it's high vs low support needs and not high vs low functioning anymore. a lot of people are sympathetic and open-minded but most absolutely do not know what autism is.

this is exactly why rfkj is using this kind of rhetoric. whether or not he knows and is simply lying is irrelevant; he wants to create an image of autism in your head so you'll support him as a crusader fighting against a "crisis". this image of autism (as opposed to autistic children) is obscenely dehumanizing to the point of parody.

his description of autism is meant to inspire fear, contempt, and revulsion. his narrative of what autism is, that it may spontaneously develop based on things your children are exposed to, is meant to draw parents to act, and the point of describing autism in this way is to make it sound like the worst possible thing that could "happen" to your child.

toward that end, his description of autism is that children "disappear". they "suddenly develop" autism where it apparently wasn't visible before. to put it another way, your child is no longer your child when autism "develops". they are a hollow shell which takes their place; they are something less than human. they are a lobotomite waste of space who will never function in normal society, and it's all your fault. they draw on imagery of autistic people with high support needs for this purpose while never once appealing to people's compassion to help these people, because that's hard, and unappealing, and not the point. these people are meant to be pitied, not uplifted. not helped.

this is what rfk jr wants you to believe about autism. he compresses all of autism into a specific kind of low support needs autism, then compresses the view of those people into lobotomized subhuman individuals, and then he uses people's instinctive disgust with that thought to try and motivate them to give him more power by selling them quick and easy solutions, all done by using a fundamental misunderstanding of how autism works, how the development of autistic children works, and the ignorance of the public at large about autism as weapons.

this is the final form of concern trolling ableism. fuck this guy, seriously

Ya know I'm starting to think RFK Jr. does not actually know what autism is

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۶ৎ Firstly , your future spouse would describe you as someone who is patient and along someone who loves to go slow in life ; not i hurry . They maybe even be like - mann she/he is clumsy too like you won't believe but he\she gets lost while doing anything . for example ; you are filling water and daze up forgetting about what you are doing and suddenly SNAP ! being like- omg I forgot about it shits !. Okay okay day dreamers and lazy ladss here on the bed mostly lol who get tired quickly . They will share your funny things first in a soft humorous way not disrespecting you or make someonelse feel quite low or down about you . You will be someone who is alot conscious with money and spending annd if i say you may get you way out without doing much making them wonder - How in the heavens you get it done but not me ? lmfao .

۶ৎ They will describe you as someone cute even without trying much . Even like when they will describe your cute moments they will tilting their head lost in those memories explaining all it to others - soo laid down for you they are haha congratulations pile 1 ! . They will describe you as someone all the time WHINYY - like you are always like this to them - I don't wanna do it , I'm not so in energy today , ALAS Godd and why do you scold me a lot ( haha).

۶ৎ BUT along with this we cannot forget that how rebellious you can be to protect others , like you may not have energy to work but during fights you are all a bloody politicians and fighter as hell haha pile 1 ig fights get you quite motivated huh not even lazy for it ? . You are someone competitive and be like - I won't bow down ! and this is what you future spouse loves most about to you at same may even challenge people to compete with you putting that trust that - I know her she/he is the best .

۶ৎ You had a tough life or tough experiences which could be the reason that why are you so strong and firm today . Your future spouse may inspire those people who were once at your place sharing the instances or short summary type stories to get them go like you . I believe that your future spouse respects your privacy and comfort since you may not be that comfortable sharing everything with anyone except people in life because of certain trust issues or believes .

۶ৎ This leads me to the the conclusion that you will described by your person as - patient , cute, innocent yet mischievous , rebellious , protective , warrior-like , lazy - clumsy -messy lads , thrill-seeker , adventure and nature lover , laid-back , day-dreamer , racer , competitor, fighter , practical ,logical , rational and justice seeker & provider .

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𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

۶ৎ Okay , so they first describe you as someone who is selfless . You tend to a lot for other but majorly at times you sacrifice yourself good for nothing than getting criticized which makes other feels that you are some noble personality but at same they feel bad for you - hugs to you man we need people like you in this world. They will describe you as someone who comes up with varied solutions when faced with tough situations at times getting all these after facing the storm lol . You may even be among those people who tend to think and revisit memories of the past till midnight thinking what you could have done turning the things up and then facepalming in regret saying - Why didn't i do that ?! . They may even describe you as someone who can manipulate someone by just staring giving them another idea from what was intended to from your side .

۶ৎ They may describe you as someone who is forgetful and loose their things often - like you are among those lads who will keep things at one place and will forget it later , being like - oh shoot ! where is it ? ! ( all this happening and your person scratching their neck thinking - again that same drama uff.) .

۶ৎ They will describe you someone who knows when to advance for your own good sneakingly . Okay okay no offence but lol - are you those people who would do little lame robberies , for example - taking cutlery , tissues or water bottles from places lol because I'm getting those vibes here . Omg your future spouse tends to get embarrassed from your actions at same hiding their face , being like - IDK this person please no attention here lol . Your future spouse will be open and all smooth telling everything from a to z without caring a lot all laid back .

۶ৎ You are someone who tends to change a lot ,even your believes , for example - you will be someone than next day you will be someone , or you will trust in on thing than another times in other thing making it hard to understand you and you choices even your mentality . your like an ORGANIC CHEMISTRY with exceptions but anyhow a person with optimism and shine of a sun attracting others - giving warmth and sharing .

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𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑 ! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:

۶ৎ Your future spouse will you describe as someone who is balanced. You will are like emotionally calm yet passionate and all smooth , you are among those who do not show your interest , talents and passion outwardly showing- off rather low key and in a damnn irresistible way making people wonder - can she/he do more ? , i wanna know more about you , wow i never expected this from them . TO your future spouse and me you give serpent vibes like all smooth , flowly , irresistible , magnetic and hypnotizing with simple actions without much add ups .

۶ৎ They can't help but describe how much secure they feel around you without any worldly worries in this world around them demanding and exhausting their energy overall but there you are embracing them in your arms relaxing caressing them . When they tell this all about you they can't help but transmit positive energies of yours to the person they telling are about you . YOU people could be water , earth and air signs dominant like in a mixed way but sensing water and earth major here , could even be saturned ruled person which makes you quite firm with principles and life lessons .

۶ৎ They will describe you as someone who is a multi-tasker. You do multi-tasking but not in a random way getting all work done at one rather slow , divided and calculated Which helps you two analyze and plan further accordingly . You may described as so0meone with a central position at one place where everything is connected to you so you may tend to get stuck but come out it pretty quickly .

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[midorimooon]

one bed, three bodies | sukuna x reader x satoru

summary - stuck sharing a bed with sukuna and satoru on a work trip, unable to sleep, they team-up to help you out with that. word count - 4.5K notes - one bed trope with Sukuna and Gojo. unserious somewhat OOC story with no plot, everyone lives and everyone works at Jujutsu Tech as teachers. animated border credit @/enchanthings-a. afab! reader warnings - smut, use of pet names, biting, teasing, oral (f!), PIV penetration, humor 18+ only!

“Shoko!” You catch her arm before she leaves the living room. “You’re not serious?”

Shoko’s lips press together, and your heart sinks already knowing her answer. 

She’s dead serious. 

In a last spurt of denial, you fasten Suguru with a plea. 

He shrugs, hands in his pockets. “You get the queen bed, that’s luxury.”

You glare because a queen bed is not luxurious when you’re forced to share it with Sukuna and Satoru.

It was already taxing sitting between them on the plane to Okinawa, bickering over anything the other did. 

“Gojo, shut the damn window, I’m trying to nap,” Sukuna hissed, his strong arm pinning you against your seat to reach for the window. 

Satoru’s infinity effortlessly barred Sukuna’s attempts, though he had no qualms taunting the other man about it. “Heard sunlight was good for vampires."

When that argument ended, the next gripe came from Satoru as he tried to get to the bathroom. 

Sukuna shamelessly propped his legs up as a barrier, not a shred of concern for the poor person whose seat was kicked. “Too bad, I don’t feel like getting up.”

It was payback for the window, and Sukuna leveraged the plane full of civilians so that Satoru couldn’t warp himself from his seat, lest he stir everyone’s attention. 

With the back and forth between him and Sukuna, that wouldn’t have mattered anyway as the nearby civilians sent the three of you daggers the entire flight.

When you all finally reached the suite, you’d be staying at, it was a relief to have some space. And you seized the opportunity to explore, spending too much time on the waterfront patio while your colleagues hunted for a bed. 

However, there must have been a mistake. Yaga must have booked the wrong suite, because it made no sense why there were two rooms with only three beds total. 

Twin beds in the guest room and a queen in the master suite. Between five adults, there was no way this could work out.

You shake your head. “No, I can’t share a bed with them.”

“Shoko and I called dibs on the guest room. Sukuna and Satoru agreed to share the master suite with you.”

You balk, unsure if Suguru’s joking. “What? Come again? They agreed?”

Shoko yawns. “Or they’re both too prideful to sleep on the couch. Unless you want to do that?”

One glance over at the couch—rather a loveseat, you consider it. You’d be cramped, maybe even more than sharing a bed with Sukuna and Satoru. The day of travel has already made you restless that a proper bed is the only solution for sleep, otherwise you’d be dead on your feet for tomorrow’s mission.   

“Satoru said he didn’t mind so long as you’ll sleep next to him,” Suguru adds as an incentive, wearing a wry expression. “It’s a queen bed, you’ll all fit.”

“Then you share the bed with them,” you offer, but it had no effect on Suguru. 

He shrugs. “Not our fault you didn’t get a bed.”

Again, you turn to Shoko, desperate for some solution. “Trade with me. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Are you insane?”

“Or you both take the master suite with Satoru. A slumber party between friends! And me and Sukuna can take the guest room.”

“No,” they say in unison. 

“But—”

Neither give you another chance to argue, done with the conversation, and excuse themselves to bed. 

Their own beds. 

….............

You tiptoe into the room, biting back a curse. 

Sukuna and Satoru are both on the bed, awake, clad in their sleepwear. They already claimed both sides of the bed, lying far on either edge. 

Then there’s the gap in the middle. It’s scant but you’ll be able to squeeze in between.

It’s a queen, you’ll all fit.

You’d like to see Suguru slip in this bed then. A queen bed can hardly hold three adults and from the men’s equal statures, you doubt this bed is fit for the both of them either. 

Their eyes land on you when you take another step inside. Neither say anything, only scooting closer to the edges, as far away from the other as possible. You’re amazed they haven’t killed each other while you did your night routine. 

At the foot of the bed, you stall. “Um…should we use pillows as barricades?”

Compared to your colleagues, you’re nowhere near their size, but the moment you slide into bed, there’ll be little room for any of you to move without touching the other. 

“It’s already cramped,” comes Sukuna’s drawl. “Just turn off the lights and lie down already.” He tucks his hand beneath his head. 

You grimace, but don’t have the energy left in you to argue. And Sukuna’s attitude is next-level. 

Satoru, by contrast, offers some accommodation. With a wry smile, he says, “If you don’t want to lay close to him, you’re welcome to snuggle up to me.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and huffs. “Whatever you want to do, just kill the lights.”

You turn back for the light switch and crawl into bed akin to slipping through barbed wire. 

Satoru kindly shifts the blanket on his side so that you can tuck yourself in. Meanwhile Sukuna’s turned to the edge, baring his back to you. 

“Thanks,” you mutter once you’re settled. 

“Offer stands all night, by the way.” Satoru winks before stretching out his legs. “Night.”

You return the sentiment, resting your head against the cool pillow. You don’t know how long you lie there, eyes up at the ceiling. The silence is so tense, it’s hard to breathe. 

Already the bed is too warm, and you’re grateful that Suguru and Shoko are okay with leaving the AC on. It does little to help now, but you’re sure when you finally fall asleep, you’ll be more comfortable. 

For now, you continue to stare into the abyss, flanked by two men. Your colleagues.

It’s déjà vu from the flight. Cramped, little to no breathing room. The only difference this time is the simmering tension under your skin.  

Your thoughts stray to how intimate this is. It’d be too easy for someone’s hand or leg to brush against the other. The guys are so tall, they can lift a leg slightly and easily slip between your thighs. 

Or a strong arm could fall across your chest, pinning you down. Another hand could ghost lower by accident over your shorts. 

You inhale deeply, ignoring the heatwave under the covers. But your core turns slick, knowing how little personal space there is from either side of the bed. 

You’re not sure how you can survive the night like this, and now that you’re sandwiched in, you fear it’s too late to escape to the loveseat. 

If you’re unable to get any sleep tonight, you’ll bite the bullet and take the loveseat tomorrow then. 

Minutes tick away and the exhaustion from the travel creeps up on you. It’s a blessed feeling, the sensation of sleep dragging you under its tide. The weight of it presses on every nerve in your body and the last thing you register is the humming of the AC within the walls.

…............

Sukuna and Satoru give you another look when your legs sprawl out, body shifting for the nth time in the last hour. Another low hum spills from your chest, a reinforcement of your deep slumber. 

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “Did you know she sleeps like this? Like a fucking cat?”

Satoru’s eyes drink you in, resting on the side of your neck turned towards Sukuna. “No one warned me.” He shrugs, less bothered by your restlessness. “It’s kind of cute.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Cute? Thought she was possessed when I felt her moving around.” He’s propped against the headboard, arms folded together, peeved to no end. 

Nothing new for him, but tonight he’s even more frustrated. 

How can he not be?

Barely an hour passed, and he was woken up by your tossing and turning. He grumbled for you to stop moving, only to realize you were sound asleep. 

Not long after, you woke Satoru with your leg draped over his lap. He’s an easy guy. The second you slipped into bed, he lowered his infinity, just in case you wanted to snuggle up to him after all. Technically, it wasn’t snuggling, but your closeness was an immediate one shot, one kill and Satoru’s hard beneath his sweatpants. 

And he’s not alone. 

Despite Sukuna’s gripes about how much you fidget, a few presses of your ass against his thigh and those fucking whines you made every time you stretched went straight to his cock. 

It happens again. 

Your back arches, pebbled nipples beneath your thin shirt, a deep whine pushes out of you.  Without any semblance of shame, Sukuna and Satoru gawk, watching you settle again, one hand a hairsbreadth away from Satoru’s elbow and the other resting over your heart. 

“How the fuck does she sleep like this?” Sukuna grits his teeth, eyes fixed on your chest.

“Her cursed energy is restless,” Satoru yawns. “Probably from all the travel.” 

Sukuna opens his mouth to rant but the mattress shifts again.

Your arm stretches outward, and Sukuna dodges it in time. Accompanied with a breathy whine, you flip onto your stomach in an ungainly manner, head turned to Satoru.

Tension clings to the air as your colleagues half-expect you to move again. 

A moment later, your foot twitches sharply, kicking Sukuna’s ankle, dissolving the remainder of his patience. 

He rips the blanket off the bed, huffing into the darkness. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“What’re you doing?” Satoru demands in a whisper but it’s too late to stop Sukuna. 

“Brat—” Sukuna shakes you by the shoulder, not bothering to quiet his voice. “Wake up.”

Your brows furrow. An annoyed groan ensues as you feel yourself stirring awake.

A smack to your ass, however, has your eyes flying open with a yelp.

It takes a moment for your vision to adjust and get a visual. Satoru’s form takes shape in the darkness. His lips turn up in a faint smile, blue eyes darting past you. 

You turn to Sukuna, perplexed at what’s got him so irritated this time. “What?” Your voice is hoarse from sleep. “What is it?”

Never one to hide what’s on his mind, Sukuna remarks, “You’re moving around too much. No one can sleep because of you.”

The words jumble together in your head and when they land, you wince with guilt. You prop yourself on an elbow, yawning about how you’ll take the couch—

But you freeze, blinking a few times. Maybe it’s sleep, maybe it’s the dark. Regardless, there’s no mistaking the distinct shape at the center of Sukuna’s lap. “What’s that?”

Sukuna doesn’t give his lap a look, let alone seem embarrassed about it, only annoyed. “The fuck does it look like? You kept grinding against me, you made me hard.”

Enraptured with the bulge—stiff and sizeable— your mouth wallows for something to say. “Um…I’m sorry— ”

Sukuna shifts his body then, hovering over you to cut your apology short. “Yeah? You gonna help me with this?”

Despite the darkness, there’s a distinct sparkle in his eyes, reaching the corner of his lips. 

At your silence, Sukuna’s grin widens. “It’s the least you can do, right? Keeping me up, grinding your ass against me…” His initial irritation has checked out. Instead, his voice drips with devilish humor as his fingertips ghost the column of your neck. “Or maybe, I should give you a hand? Wring you out that you’ll be too tired to move a muscle.”

His body plunges your sights. Your sleepy mind becomes shameless, admiring his toned arms caging you to the mattress. The bottom of his muscle tee lifts up. Teasing you with a whisper of his happy trail that makes your thighs twitch.  

Your chest rises like a tide. You wallow for air, for words, for something. Instead, you gulp down, throat rolling under Sukuna’s delicate touch. 

“Aww…” Sukuna croons. “Cat got your tongue?” He bares his teeth, trailing his fingers down to your collarbone. “Don’t be shy…I’ll take good care— “

A possessive hand wraps around your jaw, twisting your neck to the side. A second later your gasp of surprise is devoured. 

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “Motherfucker—”

Satoru’s tongue explores every inch of your mouth, wresting a deep moan from your chest. You taste the breadth of mint, dizzy from the authority Satoru exerts. 

He pulls back, a webbing of saliva stretching from his mouth to yours. Taking in your aroused state, he grins. “Too bad, Sukuna. Shouldn’t have wasted your time talking.” Satoru slots his mouth over yours again, holding you close so that there’s no escape. 

There’s a scoff behind you and the press of hard muscle against your back. 

“Shut up, you’re the one who needs an ‘off’ button.”

Satoru pays him no mind, snatching your hand and dragging it down. “Feel that? You got me hard too.”

The expanse of Satoru’s bulge overflows in your palm, you don’t know where to start. With his grip on yours, you grope him with purchase, letting him guide you up and down his shaft. 

“Fuck…” Satoru husks, nipping at your lip. “Need to feel you more.”

“Don’t be selfish,” Sukuna growls into your ear before his teeth meet the skin of your neck. He grinds against you, pressing his boner into your thigh. 

You gape for air when Satoru pulls back, but Sukuna seizes your jaw for a searing kiss to the lips before you could take a shallow breath. 

You’re like a puppet to them. Turned this way, pinned that way, your brain has no time to catch up, dizzy from their greedy attention.

Satoru guides your hand past the waistband of his sweatpants. He wraps your fingers around his length, hard and thick, pulsing in your grip. 

Sukuna continues to grind against you, groaning into your mouth while his free hand palms your breast. “Shit, you’re so soft.” Sukuna bites your earlobe, voice rumbling against the shell of your ear like a dog’s breath. “You’re being a good girl, letting us toy with your body, hm?”

“Sss…” you hiss, unsure which man you’re addressing. Their names meld together with their combined touch. 

Satoru chuckles, kissing your face. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t talk?”

“We’re only getting started with you,” Sukuna says. “Haven’t fucked you yet—” 

You gasp, pussy twitching where Sukuna smacked you faintly. He doesn’t stop there, rubbing your apex through the fabric of your shorts. 

Whimpers fill your mouth so quickly, you keen your hips for more friction. 

Sukuna smacks your pussy again, and you moan. “You like that, you minx? Like getting your pussy slapped?” He does it again then orbits your clit with his thumb.

Swallowing, you nod heavily. 

“Tell us you like this,” Satoru breathes, fingers fiddling with the collar of your shirt. 

Between Satoru’s dick in your hand and Sukuna’s touch between your legs, you struggle to thread a sentence together, only capable of a stitched ‘mhm!’

Caught between sleep and arousal, you lay your eyes on Satoru. You watch as he undoes the top buttons of your shirt. 

He and Sukuna croon at the flash of skin.

“Nothing else under here,” Sukuna remarks, pulling your collar down to expose one breast. 

Satoru helps himself to the other breast, kneading it greedily in his palm. “All for us to play with.”

Their words spike your blood, while their touch caresses every nerve in your body. You lay pliant, yearning and whimpering, not an ounce of pride left in you. 

Sukuna and Satoru move together, crowding you and you feel the sharp sting of teeth on your breasts.

You arch, spirit reawakened as they continue to suck harshly. 

There’s a distinct difference between them. Sukuna nips and grazes, you can feel blood rushing to the spot as his hand grips your flesh with bruising pressure. While Satoru alternates between tongue and teeth. Biting, then lapping up the stinging flesh. He solely relies on his mouth for the technique. 

Differences aside, they share an intent to leave their marks. 

Pulling back, Satoru works on the ties of your shorts. He levels you with a playful gaze, fingering the waistband at your hip. “Let me take these off for you, make you feel more comfortable—”

You hear the sharp tears of fabric and a moment later your clothes fall apart in clean strokes. 

Sukuna’s technique cuts your clothes, precise, like a surgeon, leaving them in loose ribbons. 

Satoru clicks his tongue, brow twitching. “Buzzkill.”

“You’re too fucking slow,” Sukuna says, swiftly peeling away the tatters to unravel more of your body.

Within seconds, you’re nude on the bed. Sukuna and Satoru take a moment to appraise your frame with hungry looks of approval, sprouting goosebumps along your naked flesh.

“Should’ve just come to bed like this,” Sukuna is the first to speak again. He takes your breasts in his hands and presses them together to meet his lips. 

A softer touch drags itself down the side of your body. Satoru mouths your ribcage, running the tip of his tongue to taste. “More…” He slithers down. Kisses sprinkle your stomach, beneath your belly button, down to your burning hot center. 

Sukuna draws away, and with his help, Satoru pries your legs apart, wide enough that your legs strain. 

You lift your head despite how dizzy you feel.

Satoru slides lower, until his knees hit the floor, blue eyes drowning at the mess between your legs. “Shit…” he says, garbled, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. “That’s…” He trails a finger up your slit. “A gorgeous pussy.”

“Already wet and ripe,” Sukuna affirms from your side. 

They stare openly at you like that, enthralled with your arousal for them and the weight of their attention makes you gush. 

“Someone likes our attention,” Satoru laughs, prodding two fingers at your entrance, but has yet to plunge them. 

You whine, aching to be filled. Sukuna reaches downwards and your breath catches, hoping he’ll stick his fingers into you. 

Instead, he presses down on your clit.

You inhale sharply, bristling from the touch.  

“Hard and sensitive…” Sukuna emphasizes with a greedy rub before Satoru inches closer.  

His hot breath is almost too much for you, but he doesn’t move beyond that. He remains still, breathing you in. 

Meanwhile, Sukuna returns his attention to your neck. Forming plum bruises with his teeth, fingers pinching your nipple.

Your spine draws in an arch, hips canting that your pussy connects with Satoru’s face, awakening him from his stupor. 

His hands squeeze your thighs roughly, but you still catch the gentle kiss on your clit. 

Teased and toyed with, you whine pitifully. “Please—��

Another kiss meets your clit, followed by a long stroke of Satoru’s tongue. He keeps at that pace, slow and agonizing, a contrast to Sukuna’s possessive attention that drifts to your collarbone. 

Hot air stagnates the room, drenched with lewd noises. Satoru moaning between your legs and Sukuna growling deeply into your skin. 

Sukuna sinks his teeth into your neck. You feel the blood rush at the spot as he sucks harshly, matching the pressure on your breast. Meanwhile, Satoru’s tongue curls inside of you, a shot of pleasure races up your spine and you buck your hips. 

A wet pop echoes by your ear, and you turn to Sukuna, admiring the hooded look in his eyes. His lips are slick, gaping in a carnal smile before he grabs your chin. 

“Look at him go.” Sukuna forces you to look down to Satoru, laving at your pussy. 

On cue, Satoru lifts up, his own chin and lips slick as he grins. Blue eyes meet your gaze. It’s so rare that you ever get to see his eyes, and whenever you do, it’s easy to get lost in them, often playful and friendly. 

A contrast to what you see now. A dark maelstrom.   

He teases you with a shallow lick on your clit. “Taste so good, baby…” Another slow stroke of his tongue with more pressure. 

You whimper. “Satoru…”

He purrs, toying with you. “Who’s making you this wet, hm?” Without preamble, two deft fingers slide inside. 

Your eyes roll back. 

“It’s me isn’t it, baby? The Strongest is making you wet.”

You’re barely cognizant to hear the snort in your ear. Too wrapped up in the way Satoru’s fingers pump at a languid pace. When he sneaks a third finger in, a dark moan rushes out of you. 

Satoru’s tongue drags up your clit. “Say it. Let me hear you say you want me to fuck you.”

Broken whimpers fall out, you’re unable to speak, unable to verbalize how desperately you need release. “P—please—”

“Please?” Satoru purrs, curling his fingers. “You mean—‘please, Satoru—fuck me’—”

You twitch as Satoru’s face is pressed to your pussy suddenly, held down by Sukuna’s hand.

“Gojo, shut up,” he hisses. “You talk too damn much.”

Unbothered, Satoru laughs, slapping Sukuna’s hand away. However, he heeds the other man’s words, hitting a stride with his mouth and fingers, restoring that simmering tension in your belly. 

“Oh—fuck—”

“Almost there, brat?” Sukuna husks, splaying a large hand down your lower belly. He pushes down slightly, and that tension doubles. 

Your breathing hitches, coming in faster, feeling the sensation rise quickly. 

Satoru dials up the pace, fucking you greedily with his fingers. “That’s it, baby, you want to cum, right?” His voice streams out like a feral animal. 

Sukuna adds more pressure to your stomach, commanding in your ear, “Cum on his face, brat.”

You claw into Sukuna’s arm, overcome with the sensation rushing through you. Pure ecstasy unravels your body, and you cum, soaking Satoru’s face. 

“Atta girl…” Sukuna growls. “Squirt on his face—drown him.”

Satoru’s shameless, lapping every drop you offer him, even as your body twitches, reeling from the orgasm. 

After a moment, Satoru pushes off, mouth and chin sticky, the front collar of his T-shirt, dark and damp. He licks his lips, savoring his victory. 

You barely catch a breath, however.  

Sukuna’s hold falls loose, as he stands on his knees. There’s a whip of fabric and through lidded eyes, you see his toned chest and stomach. He’s broad and hasty, dragging his boxers off. 

As Satoru thumbs your clit to work you towards another orgasm, Sukuna clicks his tongue. 

He shoves Satoru roughly and the other man breathes a laugh. Otherwise, Satoru has no qualms moving aside to let Sukuna grab your legs. 

You’re flipped to the side without fanfare. The sheets wrinkle as you’re yanked downwards, met with something thick nudging into the seam of your body. 

Sukuna’s cock slides along your folds with purchase, so heavy, you can’t stop a moan from falling into the linen sheets. 

Satoru takes your jaw to keep you from hiding. “No need to be quiet. It’s only us.”

“Shit, you’re soaked.” Sukuna continues to rub his cock, letting the heavy tip catch onto your clit. The pressure of its weight renews your body with pleasure. “Not tired yet, are you, brat? I said I’ll wring you out.”

Satoru returns to the right side of the mattress. On his knees, he still towers significantly over you, his stature and Sukuna’s forming a fortress around you. 

He rucks his shirt up, biting down on the hem, flashing you with ripples of muscle, and his cock fisted in his hand. He strokes the shaft, the tip dribbling with precum.

However, it’s Sukuna’s cock that splits your folds apart, a prelude to the thrust that leaves you breathless. 

Every inch is intoxicating. A tender, throbbing stretch, your pussy clamps onto Sukuna’s cock. 

He hisses, rutting inside of you. “Fuck—you’re so tight.”

“Sukuna….” you rasp, peering up at him in askance, scooting down to fuck yourself on his cock. 

A dark moan spills from Sukuna’s mouth, and you feel his cock spasm. He swallows, gripping your legs tight. “Fuck—can’t wait anymore—” 

He pulls out and plunges back in. 

There’s no holding back. Sukuna fucks you with a fervent stride. Pent up and desperate.

A string of expletives tumble from his mouth, all to the tune of carnal passion, matching the pace of his thrusts. 

Your legs tremble, the onset of another climax brewing. You flit a look to Satoru, captivated in the way he jerks himself off, drooling on his shirt. 

His free hand brushes away a few tendrils from your sweaty forehead, cooing, “Who’s our pretty girl?”

You gasp at a sharp thrust. Throwing another look at Sukuna, he flashes you a gaping smile. 

The muscles on his stomach stiffen as his pace becomes hurried and sloppy. He brings a hand to your center, rubbing your clit. 

Pleasure sparks down your frame, and you clench around Sukuna on impulse. 

Sukuna shivers. “Fuck, you just got tighter then. Cum on my cock, brat.”

“Cum for us,” Satoru adds, stroking a tender hand along your face, despite the strain in his voice. 

With the synergy of their attention and touch, you cum again, crying out in abandon as you surrender to ecstasy. 

It’s a ripple effect, triggering Satoru’s own release after a few more strokes of his shaft. He cums, coating your stomach.

Then Sukuna grunts, snapping his hips a few more times before he spills his own warm mess inside of you, cursing a long moan. 

The room falls silent, save for the sound of you three catching your breaths. Your legs are numb in Sukuna’s hold. 

He eases himself out, turning you gently onto your back. “Shit, look at you.”

Satoru puffs out a laugh, admiring the mess they made of you. From the bites on your body, to Satoru’s cum on your stomach, and your pussy dripping with Sukuna’s. 

A sudden chill crawls up your spine, and you inch away from the soaked spot on the mattress. 

Sukuna and Satoru both collapse on the bed, rewarding your body with soft touches. 

You bask in it, more comfortable than you were at the start of the night. Every fiber in your body relaxes. Minutes crawl by as your mind slowly slips away from the room, savoring the warm bodies at either side of you. 

….........

Shoko’s brows rise to find Suguru waiting outside of the master suite. “They’re still not up?”

Suguru shakes his head, peeved. “I texted all three of them and knocked a couple of times. No one’s answered.”

Shoko checks her watch, skirting past Suguru. “Well, too bad, we’re not on vacation.”

She twists the knob, storming inside with Suguru following. 

“Hello? ” she calls out. “You idiots are gonna make us late—” 

She stops short. She and Suguru are silent, staring blankly at you, Sukuna, and Satoru nestled together on the bed, sound asleep. 

And naked.

“What the fuck?” Shoko utters. 

“Was this why they wanted the AC left on?” Suguru remarks. 

Shoko rolls her eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Well, I guess having them share the master suite was a mistake.” ◡̈

[robin-evry]

What about a baizhu! Yuu, another yuu made into the school nurse lol

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🌿🩺

The owner of Bubu Pharmacy and Qiqi's guardian, Doctor Baizhu is a master of the medicinal arts and the latest recipient of a generational contract with a white snake named Changsheng. He seeks to achieve immortality to ensure he is the last to ever bear his contract, saving potential inheritors and even Changsheng herself from the cost that comes with its power.

Nrc official doctor or nurse, and they are the best many students are wondering why are they at this school when they could be working at a hospital news flash Crowley doesn't want to lose them because how much profit they bring.

Baizhu!yuu is a very calming and serene individual, not always resorting to violence by far one of the most respected students ever.

Changsheng their familiar and assistant, is a snake that has the capability to speak but in truth changsheng is an adepti or divine beast that was in a contract with baizhu!yuu previous mentor and was passed down on them. Some rumors say that the reason for their miracle healing was because of changsheng.

Not to mention changsheng is sly and tends to expose baizhu!yuu during a situation to mess with them as well by having the tendency to bully grim or teasing him.

Knows every student’s physical and emotional condition. Whether it’s Leona’s back pain, Idia’s burnout, or Azul’s stress ulcers they already has a tea or potion ready before they ask. When a student said they were having a headache with one touch baizhu!yuu immediately know the problem and the solution as if when touching the patient they are able to check their body anatomy.

Baizhu!yuu possessed a very weak body, they are not physically strong and have a pretty weak stamina but thanks to their studies of the human body they are able to see the human body pressure points or weak spots and paralyzed them causing them unable to move. This could also apply towards animals

They are very curious about merfolk, beastmen and fae anatomy sometimes asking questions about their body to expand their knowledge of medicine.

Riddle listens towards them more than Crowley, he believes baizhu!yuu judgement and trust them from their insight of things. Not to mention due to his parents being doctors he would try to help them and when he's having a bad baizhu!yuu is there to comfort him.

Jamil would go towards them for medical advice one time when kalim was poison jamil trust them to heal him and return back kalim into healthy, similar towards vil who would seek dietary advice from them he would also ask for their insight on nutrition for food.

At school they are by far one of the smartest students but due to their job and role as a doctor, sometimes or most times baizhu!yuu would forget to turn in an assignment and the teachers have to remind them about an assignment. When trein was having health problems baizhu!yuu would assist him and give him the right amount of medicine needed so after one week he's back to normal. Trein is forever grateful for that.

Their treatment is quite expensive when you personally seek on their Intel on health, Crowley is almost bankrupt because they are unwilling to low down the prices no matter what and not to mention how expensive the ingredients are to make high quality medicine.

They might possess a darker side when a student would obey their orders or try to threaten them, one time a student did this and was found paralyzed on the floor and was then scared of baizhu!yuu.

[max-nico]

Would you like an excerpt from a DCXDP fic I'm never going to finish ? Too bad. It's already posted.

Feel free to add on, it's completely out of my hands now lol

Tw: fighting with parents, almost exclusively dialogue since it's unfinished

"Back again, are we?"

"Shut up."

Danny grins at Jason's pout. It's all sharp fangs and shark teeth, crammed into something much too wide to be wolfish.

"So, what'd your old man do?"

"The same shit as always." Jason scoffs, crossing his arms. "He even got on me for cursin' this time. Can you believe that? Like that windbag has any right to boss me around..."

"I mean, isn't he your legal guardian and you his sidekick?"

"I ain't no sidekick! We're partners!"

Danny levels the eleven year old with a flat look. "I'm having a hard time believing you. Either way, he's still your legal guardian so he does, unfortunately, have some right to boss you around."

"I thought you were s'posed to be agreeing with me."

"And when have I ever done that?"

"Not a damn time."

"Exactly."

A pause.

"You're annoying."

"Clearly I'm better than the old windbag back at home bossing you around, huh?"

"Don't say it so smugly, he's not a hard person to be better than."

"That's not what you were saying when he first took you in."

"I was stupid and naive back then, now I know better."

Danny snorts.

"Does he even know where you run off to after your arguments?"

"No, your ghost hoodoo shit disables all my trackers once I get a block away from your house."

Ah, his haunt is growing nicely then. Very good.

"So you're leading an overprotective Batman right to me? Wow, I'm really feeling the love here, Jason."

"Oh shut your gob man, he won't do nothing to you as long as I'm here."

"Less comforting than you think, but I appreciate the sentiment."

"Yeah whatever."

There's a thick pause between them. Danny doesn't take any mind to it, but he can see Jason growing more restless by the second.

"It's jus..." The boy starts to spill, a tiny quiver to his bottom lip. "He said something real mean to me... I-I don't think I wanna go back."

"What'd he say?"

"It's stupid..."

"Can't be that stupid if it hurt your feelings bad enough for you to run away again."

Jason is silent for another moment, his eyes flicking side to side as he argues with himself.

"H-He said that he ain't my daddy, and I need to shape up and stop making him act like one." He paraphrases. "I already know he's not my dad, I'm the one who said it first, but I don't- I can't- It's... If it's the truth, why'd it hurt so much when he said it?"

Danny's not really equipped to deal with big feelings like this, at least probably not in the way Jason needs. Being a therapist has always been his older sister's thing, Danny never really had a knack for it. He can try, though. He can help... Somewhat? He can sit with the kid, or talk him down, or maybe enable a bad habit or two for the night. Not a perfect solution, but it's what he's got in the meantime.

"Sometimes the truth hurts." Danny shrugs. "Maybe if you can change the truth or...? Actually, I don't fucking know. I was talking out of my ass."

"And when have you not done that?"

"Not a damn time."

"Exactly."

"You're such a little jerk!"

And then they're squabbling on the floor of Danny's house. It's nicer than most around Crime Alley, but the wood floors still give them splinters when they roll around. It's good, and so familiar to Jason he almost feels like he's home again.

When they've finally ceased their petty fight, Jason sighs, his training allowing him to be only sightly out of breath.

"You'll keep the bat away for a couple nights, won'tcha?"

"You know I try to keep him away from here every night."

"Y-Yeah, but try extra hard for tonight, kay?"

"You got it kiddo."

Bonus:

Bruce looks for Jason for three days before he turns up again. Every time he's gone looking for him, he ends up back at the batcave. It's the weirdest thing Bruce has ever seen.

Unfortunately, this is also grounds for getting magic users involved. How irritating.

Jason is like 11-12ish and was taken in by Bruce when he was a very early 10yrs old. Danny is barely 19. I have backstory for how he got where he is stored in my brain, but idk if I'm actually gonna write it.

Also, I am a good parent Bruce believer, but he is the smartest idiot alive. He's making a lot of mistakes, just at the cost of his relationship with his kids, unfortunately.

Askbox and DMs are open. I implore you to chat/interact with my posts. This is a safe space.

[goldcleaver]

I'm gonna put my two thirds of a classics degree to work here

When I said Phaidei can be seen as an allegory for Odysseus and Penelope, I meant it

Penelope encounters the returned Odysseus posing as a beggar. From a mural in the Macellum of Pompeii

Spoiler warnings: 3.0, 3.1, 3.2, as well as leaks towards the end.

TL;DR: Mydei is Penelope, Phainon is Odysseus.

Mydei and Penelope

Now, I know it may seem tempting to say that Mydei, being the big, strong, burly man that he is, is a parallel to Odysseus, but he’s actually Penelope! This whole fever dream of a "theory" actually stems from the parallels between Mydei and Penelope, specifically. Phainon was a secondary thought lmao.

Point 1) The theme of buying time

It cannot be understated just how much of Mydei’s core themes center around buying time, not just for others, but also for himself. 

On multiple occasions, he goes to some pretty extreme lengths to do so, namely in 3.0 when he offers up his own immortal body as a means of keeping Nikador occupied in Castrum Kremnos. In that moment, he completely puts his own safety on the back burner – the team needs to hold Nikador off long enough to render them immortal once more, and Mydei has the solution, no matter the personal cost of dying a couple of times. Later, in 3.1, he puts his own personal feelings aside to shoulder the divinity of Strife, despite the fact that he was hesitant to do so in 3.0, simply because it would be for the best. Then, at the end of 3.1, he completely disregards his own wants and fears, and takes the fight to the Black Tide on his own because he is the only one capable of doing so. By sacrificing himself in this manner, he can buy his fellow Chrysos Heirs enough time to usher in the new dawn, and the miracle of Genesis.

But Mydei doesn’t just buy time for others, he also does so for himself. Throughout 3.0 and 3.1, his story leads up to one massive decision: what to do about the Kremnoans. He is torn between claiming the crown – his birthright – and leading his people back to Castrum Kremnos, or leaving them in Okhema. 

However, to the Kremnoans, Nikador is synonymous with kingship, judging by Krateros’ reaction to Mydei surrendering the Coreflame to Phainon. In Krateros’ eyes, Mydei giving up Nikador’s divine power is the same thing as him “giving up the throne of Kremnos and forsaking his people”. 

As previously stated, Mydei is hesitant to claim Nikador’s coreflame for fear of ending up like his corrupt forebears and leading his people down the wrong path, so obviously he wants to put off that decision for as long as possible. First, he enters a (frankly, pointless) competition with Phainon just to decide who gets to deliver the final blow to Nikador, and gives up his win ridiculously easily if Phainon loses. That way, they can ignore the decision they have to make for a while longer. Then, when Nikador is dead, he is quick to surrender the Coreflame to Phainon, and promptly shuts down Phainon’s attempt to discuss the subject any further. So, by sending Phainon to the trial of divinity, Mydei can avoid making his own decision regarding the fate of the Kremnoans, if we take Krateros’ words about kingship and Nikador’s powers into consideration. Effectively, Mydei makes sure the decision is out of his hands – he didn’t technically reject the Coreflame, after all. 

So how does all of this connect to Penelope, exactly? 

Well, Penelope’s themes also center around buying time – for herself, and for Odysseus. She also has a big decision to make: who should succeed Odysseus as the king of Ithaca, and just like Mydei, she wants to put it off for as long as possible. Naturally, she doesn’t want to choose, and comes up with increasingly desperate ideas to keep the suitors at bay. In the end, she does succeed; she buys Odysseus enough time to return home, and as such she never has to choose a new suitor. Unlike Mydei.

You see, Mydei actually fails in avoiding his decision. In the end, he is forced to take on the Coreflame when Phainon fails the trial. As a result, Mydei has to make a decision regarding his people and his potential kingship. In this sense, Krateros and the rest of the Kremnoans are the suitors, encouraging Mydei (Penelope) to make a choice.

If we view Mydei’s actions through this Penelope-esque lens, we can draw some pretty convincing parallels!

Point 2) The challenge

At the climax of Penelope’s story, right before her reunion with Odysseus, she makes a last-ditch attempt to hold off the suitors by presenting them with a seemingly impossible challenge. She sets up twelve axes and demands that the suitors shoot through them flawlessly using Odysseus’ old bow. What she doesn’t tell the suitors is this: the bow is nigh impossible to string. Then, as a sort of fail safe, she sits down behind the axes. That way, if a suitor succeeds, she is immediately killed and doesn’t have to marry them.

While this is more far-fetched than point 1, a connection to Mydei’s actions can still be made, in the sense that he, too, has made arrangements for the worst case scenario. In case he is corrupted by the Black Tide, and thus cannot buy the Chrysos Heirs enough time to bring about the miracle (i.e buy Odysseus enough time to return to Ithaca), Mydei has arranged a fail safe for himself by telling Phainon about his weak spot. Phainon is the only one who knows about it, and as such, he is the only one who can shoot through the twelve axes with Odysseus’ bow. The parallels may not be perfect, but the narrative is very similar.

Point 3) Sparta/Castrum Kremnos

My last point is their origins. Penelope is Spartan royalty, though she was never its ruler. It’s no secret that Castrum Kremnos is vaguely based on ancient Sparta, and Mydei is the prince-turned-king of Castrum Kremnos. It’s a pretty obvious connection, but I’ve chosen to highlight it, nonetheless.

Phainon and Odysseus 

I'll admit that Phainon's connection to Odysseus is vaguer than Mydei and Penelope’s, but I can totally see it. 

Point 1) The one time is being bought for

Penelope buys Odysseus time to return to Ithaca, Mydei buys Phainon and the other Chrysos Heirs time to a) render Nikador mortal, and b) bring about the miracle of Genesis. Now, post-3.2, we know that Phainon is meant to take over the authority of Kephale. If the plan proceeds smoothly, he will be the last one left alive to reforge the new world with his, in Anaxa’s words, “complete, intact memories”. While we cannot be certain that Mydei knows this, it can still be argued that Phainon himself is the one Mydei is buying time for.

Point 2) Nobody

Odysseus initially evades Polyphemus by calling himself “Nobody”. Phainon is called the “Nameless Hero”, and we have no idea what his real name is. Just like Odysseus, he has crafted a persona for himself.

Point 3) The journey to Ithaca

Phainon going on the Flamechase Journey is his version of Odysseus' journey of going to war and then trying to make it back to Ithaca. They're both put through the wringer a million times over on their journey, and express desires to go back home. In the end, they are both crumbling under the weight of their past actions and losses, and become increasingly more brutal because of it, if Phainon’s behaviour towards Oronyx in 3.0 was anything to go off of.

Also, LEAK WARNING:

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Going off leaks, we know that Phainon is both the Flame Reaver, and the final boss for Amphoreus. For whatever reason, we can guess that he lost his humanity somewhere along the line, and, if you can forgive the EPIC reference, became the monster. In the Odyssey, Odysseus ends his journey by slaughtering the suitors vying for Penelope’s hand, showcasing his potential for great violence, much like Phainon. 

TL;DR: Mydei is Penelope, Phainon is Odysseus.

Now, this was obviously mostly for shits and giggles, but the parallels are pretty convincing, ngl.

Bonus: Phaidei = Patrochilles

Now, additionally: they can ALSO be seen as an allegory for Achilles and Patroclus, especially since the game has already drawn parallels between the Iliad and the Amphoreus story.

The game is obviously hinting towards Mydei being Achilles considering his whole weak spot-thing. Naturally, that makes Phainon Patroclus. If we regard Mydei as the “true” heir to Nikador’s divinity, Then Phainon was technically taking Mydei's place in the trial. Ultimately, he fails to pass, which is a nice parallel to how Patroclus dons Achilles' armour to lead the Myrmidons, and dies against Hector, who Achilles later slays in a fit of rage. In this case, Hector is Nikador, who first dies by the team’s hands during the fight, and then later dies by Mydei’s own hand in his trial.

[aspenscore]

Artist: Aspenscore

Title: Don't Be That Guy

Don't Be That Guy © 2025 by Aspenscore is licensed under CC BY 4.0. To view a copy of this license, visit https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Size: 512 x 384

Skizz gets in trouble with the law for leaving floating trees… he really shouldn't have Been That Guy

Process TL;DR:

Skizz has played two different law-adjacent roles this season and I thought it'd be funny for them to come after early season Skizz for making all those early game mistakes

The hardest part of this process was the composition, as it was hard to balance storytelling with visual appeal

I switched from Sketchbook to Medibang Paint for this one and the timelapse recording went so much more smoothly (video imminent!)

One of my favourite things about Skizz's HC10 season is how much he commits to his various character roles on the server. They are all unique and entertaining in their own ways, and I thought it'd be funny to put those strong personalities all together in one scene. Since his two main roles have some sort of involvement with the law, it only made sense for them to come after his early season self (Don't Be That Guy Skizz) for breaking some basic server etiquette. My initial plan was to have POE Skizz writing up Don't Be That Guy (DBTG) for leaving floating trees and Lawyer Skizz coming in to defend DBTG, but it was hard to make it clear who Lawyer Skizz is actually coming after, so he could also have teamed up with POE Skizz to bring down the (literal) hammer on DBTG. It's entirely up to your interpretation. I just like his general threatening aura.

The main thing that made Lawyer Skizz's intentions difficult to portray was the fact that I needed to balance storytelling with visual appeal. I needed to make it clear what was going on and why, while making sure all the characters' faces were visible, and ensuring the overall positioning of everything looked good and visually flowed well. I probably sketched at least ten different options for this piece at work (to save time), narrowed them down to about five strong ideas, and then got many people's input on the composition and posing (shoutout to my partner, various friends with degrees in media design, and the spoonies discord server). I finally landed on this one, as it was one of my favourites composition-wise. It was the most interesting to look at, everyone's face is visible, and it communicates enough of the main story elements to at least give a general sense of what's going on. The only issue I had with this one was figuring out how to make the floating tree obvious without upsetting the visual balance of the rest of the piece. I'm not sure I really fixed it, but there wasn't much I could do without starting all over, and I figured the story is still clear enough even if it's not immediately apparent what DBTG's crime was.

Tech-wise, I have way less to say about this one than the Joel piece I did a few weeks ago, and that's a good thing. The main issue I had with the other piece was recording the timelapse, because my main drawing program (Skechbook Pro) doesn't have a timelapse feature. After all the problems I had last time, I decided I was willing to switch to an entirely new drawing program if it meant I was able to avoid all that mess, and luckily for me, the drawing program I used to use before Sketchbook (Medibang Paint) has a timelapse feature! This was a huge relief, because I already know how to use it and I know my tablet can handle it. Everything went smoothly and I am so relieved to have a solution (I even fixed that problem my monitor started having back when I was troubleshooting the Joel piece recording setup!). You might notice, however, that this piece is still rather low-res. Unlike last time, that was not an unfortunate accident; I just didn't scale up the dimensions. Don't know why. Sorry about that lol

Since the tech side of things went so well this time, I'll have a timelapse video coming out shortly and I'm very excited to share it with you all! I am also considering doing timelapse videos of some of my other art (most likely my video thumbnails) now that I've got a reliable recording setup for that. (Is that something y'all'd be interested in? Please let me know!)

Overall, I wanted to say a big thank you to Skizz for making such wonderfully entertaining videos. I look forward to the rest of the season, and I can't wait to see people going through the finished pyramid!

I also want to thank all of you reading this for your time and support! I know this isn't usually the sort of thing I post, so it makes me happy that people seem to enjoy it just as much as my regular content. I hope you all have a wonderful day!

[notsodelirious]

The path forward — Jason Todd

synopsis: You’re having a hard time coming to terms with your disability but you’re adapting

notes: SFW, also real important: the reader is an unreliable narrator for the first half of this and if you are disabled you shouldn’t think of yourself this way—you deserve to care for yourself and it’s okay to take aid in whatever form it comes, you don’t have to wait for it to be ‘bad enough’ if you’re considering it, it already bad enough and you should talk to your GP

tags: mentions of casual ableism, hurt/comfort, talks of disabilities and mobility aids, 1.5 k words, GN!reader, no use of y/n

original prompt here

also I am not a cane user (my chronic pain is mild) and this based of personal accounts I’ve seen on the internet and my friends <3

•─────⋅☾⊱♰⊰☽⋅─────•

Jason never missed the moment you winced when you stood—he was always there by your side, helping you up, letting you lean on him all in an effort to put less pressure on your knees.

You knew he could tell the moment it had begun to get worse. You’d been on a slow decline anyway but Gotham autumns were particularly hard for you—the drastic temperature changes always left you achy, slower, more fatigued than usual. Your days had begun to end near 4 or 5pm instead of being able to stick it out until 6 or later.

He knew. You knew he knew. It was hard to not notice.

But he didn’t bring it up. Because he knew you were tired of bringing it up.

Doctor’s appointments, after doctor’s appointments, you were sick of jumping through hoops and explaining what was wrong when you just wanted help.

And he was the only one to help.

You honestly didn’t think he’d bring it up. Sure, he had heard your doctor say it, explain that if the pain got worse it probably would be the simplest solution because there was no other real treatment.

“Babe, have you thought of getting a cane?” You looked up at him, tired eyes tracking his movements as he came to kneel in front of you.

“I’m fine,” you said softly, pretending like you weren’t using the headboard to stand from where you were sat at the edge of the bed, “The pain isn’t even that bad today.”

It was bullshit and you knew it—sure, it wasn’t bad compared to your last flare up, but that meant nothing; pain was relative, and relative to the normal, healthy body, you were in pain. But it felt like admitting defeat.

You knew it wasn’t, intellectually, rationally, it was the smart thing to do, get a mobility aid—but they were expensive and felt so hopelessly permanent. A cane meant admitting you needed help because nothing was improving, nothing would improve.

“Hey.”

You looked up at him again, not at the floor as if it would help your balance.

“Jason, I’m fine,” you sighed, reaching out to grab him, letting him stand before holding onto his arm.

“Hey,” he cupped your face gently to tilt your face up—he looked tired, not fatigued, just tired, the price of being a Gotham vigilante you supposed, “Talk to me; why are you shutting down the idea?”

“It’s expensive.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Other people need it more.”

“There isn’t a shortage.”

“I just… I don’t need it yet.”

“You’re in pain.”

And it should have been that simple—to you, it should have been that simple.

“I just-“ you dropped your head against his chest, “I don’t- I can’t, Jay. I feel like I’m just giving in-“

“No, you’re not.” He lead you to sit back down on the bed, kneeling before you as he held your face, “You aren’t giving in—you’re adapting. You have to adapt, people adapt.”

“Most people don’t have chronic pain or degenerative conditions.”

“But a lot of people do,” Jason said, “Baby, you’re surrounded by heroes—hell, look at Barbie and Dick.”

“They don’t have a choice,” you swallowed as you looked away—it wasn’t fair to compare yourself to them, they’d both been shot and Dick didn’t even use his crutches full time.

“Dick could walk on his knee on bad days if he wanted to,” Jason countered, “And Barbie has an implant.”

“Yeah and the thing backfires all the time and exhausts her.” Jason didn’t answer. “It’s not the same.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said—his thumb brushed under your eyes, bracing you as you leaned into the touch—his hands were so warm against your skin, safe, reliable. The whole thing made you want to burst into tears. “Baby, would a cane help you get around?”

“Yeah,” your voice was shaky—you didn’t want to admit it was but you could hear it, it was raspy and hollow and you missed feeling whole; you missed feeling alright, you missed spontaneity, you missed your freedom.

You wanted it back.

And a cane wouldn’t eliminate everything—it wouldn’t take away the bad days or the achiness when it rained or the fatigue that practically weighed on your shoulders.

But it would help, you knew it would.

“Do you want to get one?”

“Yes, please.”

He straightened just enough to kiss your forehead before resting his own against it.

“We’ll talk to your doctor, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“Always, baby.”

So, it took some getting used to. You’d talked to your doctor, found out which cane handle worked best, was taught how to use it and now it was an almost constant in your life. There was an adjustment period but the people around you always helped—Barbara promised to get you a cuter cane for your birthday and Dick gifted you your first wrist-strap, beaded and charmed.

There were times you forgot you had it all together: it happened more than once that you’d unthinkingly get up without it or lean it against something and just walk away but the habit was instilling itself.

And it helped.

It helped enough that you asked if Jason wanted to go down to Old Gotham for a coffee date at his favourite bookshop.

He’d asked you if you were sure before agreeing and the date was set.

“All good?” You nodded as you tossed your coat on before grabbing your cane and keys. It was a calm November morning, not cold enough for snow but you could feel it in your bones. You walked towards the sky trains at a leisurely pace, Jason on the opposite side to your cane so you could hold his arm—sometimes the dissonance between how he acted with you and the knowledge of who he could be, baffled you.

He was a vigilante, trained by assassins and heroes alike, he’d helped save the world multiple times but next to you, he was just Jason, strolling beside you, matching your pace as he looked up to admire the red leaves on dying trees.

Fuck, you really loved him.

He held you firmly against himself as you passed through the chaos of the station, passed the gates, up the escalators and onto the platforms. The train came to a screeching halt before you and a deluge of people swarmed out of the doors before you walked in—Jason beelined for the priority seat and plopped you down.

Would you deny that it was kind of hot when he stood over you, gripping the overhead bar? No, you wouldn’t—your boyfriend was hot and his body shielded you from the looks and glances of most strangers.

A couple of elderly people glared at you but Jason just threw it back at them in return and stepped closer to you, until they’d back off and somebody else would offer up their seats.

You hopped off the train at the Cathedral station, and weaved your way amongst wonky brick buildings until you reached your destination, a quaint little bookshop with a couple of tables and chairs for their café.

It wasn’t very popular, which is what drew Jason to it; open until late, he’d tell tales of how he used to stop by before patrols or long nights and he’d been coming back ever since—it had taken him six months of dating to finally bring you around, but you’d fallen for its charm too.

The bell rang overhead as you stepped in and the baristas greeted you warmly.

”Go grab us a table,” Jason asked softly—there were all of two other people in the bookshop so it wasn’t hard to find a comfortable little nook. You trusted Jason to remember your order so you didn’t worry when you saw him order at the till and begin to count cash.

You’d just about leaned your cane against the table and shrugged off your coat when you heard a voice pipe up.

“Oh, I’m so sorry but you have to order up front.”

You looked up at the busboy who was nervously holding a stack of plates.

“Oh umm, yeah, my boyfriend’s up there,” you said, vaguely gesturing to Jason waiting for your order, “I just needed a moment to sit.”

He eyed you weirdly, then your cane, before simply turning and walking away.

“Umm, okay,” you chuckled sheepishly to yourself.

”What was his deal?” Jason asked as he set a mug down in front you.

You just shrugged as you wrapped your hands around the mug, warming your stiff joints.

”It doesn’t matter—how was your last bust?”

You didn’t leave until late—but well before closing because you didn’t want to be a nuisance.

The streets of Park Row were always quiet after sundown, but hanging onto Jason’s arm, chatting softly about the thoughts that ran through your mind, you’d never felt more at peace.

He held your hand as you made your way up the front steps so you could unlock the door to your apartment building—you paused and turned back to him instead.

Both hands on the handle of your cane, you leaned forward, eye-level with him.

“Can I kiss you?”

He didn’t answer, only leaned forward to kiss tenderly, a hand cupping your cheek, the other placed upon yours.

”Love you.”

”Love you too, baby.”

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I truly loved writing this and I hope somehow it gets back to the original anon lol

anyway requests are closed as of posting this, but check my pinned post for info and updates or message me <3

[toniko]

Disaster Management Bureau = Lesser of 2 evils ?

thoughts on work themes of gsgw

uhh let’s say up to c194, that’s when I last read

by the way, it’s really funny how the title’s legitimacy is kept even with the change of setting anywho

oh but honestly as workplaces (even beyond what they deal with) both Daydream & Disaster Management Bureau are representative of abusive and high burnout type workplaces

Let’s look past the morality aspects of what both institutions are trying to accomplish for a bit and look at employee human rights

Daydream is one step away from a black company ((it’s a Japanese term) black company = a company abusive to just short of illegal/basically is/sweatshop esque) (No isn’t it???). There’s an ever amount of abusive superiors. Director Ho. Go Youngeun for example, though it was described briefly, had a boss that seemed openly dismissive of her & ditched her and that seems to the standard rather than the sweet Team D Kim Soleum experiences. I don’t think I need to give more examples. Existence of the finishing teams, it’s a real human rights case. Work is obviously not rewarding and overtime is comically bad when you’re stuck in a ghost story for a few days.

However, the notable thing about Daydream is that good performance seriously gets you somewhere in the company & the employee benefits are legitimate. Housing… honestly a neat, company covered, close to work apartment. And since it’s a pharmaceutical company, health is rather well covered. Don’t forget that high base salary, the reputation of working at a famous company… There’s such an extreme amount of things you can buy with points, it’s the ultimate high risk high reward trade off.

Disaster Management Bureau is the perfect place to send upstanding people who want to help and support people so they get overworked and underpaid. It’s amazing that Kim Soleum who had enough to spend hundreds of millions of won on the alien store. And if I am to recall, Disaster Management Bureau work is so, so frequent. Especially since there’s a reduced number of teams at this point (reason = death!) and you can imagine why Soleum ran into Agent Bronze so often. Forgive me for doing 0 citation ever on these, I type these on a phone to unload fandom thoughts & not to write academic essays, if I’m wrong about how much he works please 🙏 comment or anything else for that matter.

And absolutely no disrespect, but Disaster Management Bureau ghost stories are real spontaneous. There’s a reason why the stories aren’t ranked within the Disaster Management logs. They just respond to most calls and there’s (checks scribbles on hand) three whole rescue teams right now? Is that right? Kim Soleum joined a currently 2 person team? You’re sending a newbie to a place where agents went missing already? Let’s hire more people and have more professional guides… If Daydream wasn’t as deeply corrupt as it is and swapped to saving civilians while collecting the solution, then I would believe them to be ridiculously successful in doing so. (Well that’s just a what-if, I don’t think it’s actually feasible to happen at all). Anyway, it’s difficult. When I see the sullen faces of the agents who lost their coworkers and work such long hours at crazy call requests earning a meager salary… yes this is the principle of society isn’t it? A good person who wants to work at a public institution doing good deeds, help & save people have less personal benefits than working at a private company with scummy ethics!

Doesn’t the government prey on the goodwill of people to solve ghost stories and operate using a trolley problem? The general public is kept safe one step at a time at the sacrifice of the wellbeing & lives of a couple of good people. So while it’s inherently socially upright to work for the Disaster Management Bureau, it’s also a lifetime employment to sacrifice for the people.

It all sucks really.

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

anyway obviously ppl should act in good faith and not purposely make racist stereotypes of poc characters but i think a world where every poc character is under constant surveillance by an audience waiting to nitpick for evidence that the author is Secretly Racist, is a world where poc characters are not allowed to be interesting or compelling.

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

Jason was confused. This was his room now? Right? His bed. His covers. His...diapers? His thick diapers? Right?

Jason's parents were confused as they watched their son navigate his newly decorated bedroom. This was really for the best? This was how their son would get better?

The only one not confused was the devious asshole who had devised this entire degradation, all in the name of medicine. Dr. Allen Hahn, psychiatrist at the local loony bin.

He'd seen the perfect victims the second this threesome walked into his office. Whole bunch of stuff going on with this crew. First, the parents Bill and Josie, seemed to be borderline retarded themselves and no he wasn't going to apologize for using that word that had been excised from his profession and greater society years earlier. Not the brightest bulbs, as they say. And they were VERY concerned about their 19-year-old son, Jason, a meek thing who also didn't appear to be playing with a full deck, as they also say. Seems like Josie had come home from work early one day to find Jason wearing a pair of her panties and rubbing himself. She'd of course flipped the fuck out and they'd ended up in Hahn's office.

Josie was greatly concerned that Jason was one of those homos in she'd read about in the newspapers, like the kind that live in San Francisco. And old Bill, well, old Bill the janitor at a high school had gotten home that day, heard about his pantywaist of a son and gone about spanking him right there, his boy's pantied ass receiving the whopping of a lifetime.

But once mom and dad settled down and Josie convinced Bill not to throw him into the streets, they sought help, which Hahn was happy to give. See, he explained, your son is in fact a homo. He's going to be, pardon the phrase but he figured it was good to be blunt with down-to-earth folks like this, a cocksucker. As a man. Josie nearly fainted.

The good doc had a solution. We meet young Jason halfway. See, part of him wants to be a girl, obviously. And the fact was with medicine and lifestyle stuff he could be a good girl. A normal girl who liked boys, not a fucked-up queer who liked boys. But to teach him how to be a girl you have to retrain him from the start. Go way back.

And that meant babifying their son, feminizing and diapering him and, yes, punishing him when he would get out of hand. It would mean changing poopy Pampers again, Josie, he told the mom, but all in the pursuit of retraining Jason's mind to be that of a girl.

How long would he have to be in diapers and trained and raised like that?

Oh hard to say, the doc replied. He'd had one client who only had to do it for a week with their son, but another took five years. He'd totally made up those clients and numbers of course. This was his first couple where he could use his professional skills and personal perversions to great use.

Now he watched on Facetime as Josie showed off her newly diapered and freshly feminized little girl. Hahn thought he'd cum in his pants right there watching the mincing, effeminate fairy waddle around in his crinkly new garments. Fuck. They'd really done it. Amazing. It helped that Jason was one of the biggest weaklings he'd ever met. For fuck sake kid, he wanted to scream at him, you like the wear panties and jerk off into them. Millions of guys do! You're fine. Instead he'd been turned into a twisted parody of a deviant's dream.

Step two could commence now of course. When he'd had Jason himself come twice a week for personal visits. Visits that would include diaper checks, diapers changes, some molestation, maybe some cocksucking from the Pampers pussy.

All in good time.

full diaper

[bumblingbabooshka]

Every time I watch the cold open of Memorial and B'Elanna tells Tom about how she ASSEMBLED a 50's television set from SCRATCH just to surprise him (there's no reason beyond that - just an incredibly sweet and thoughtful gesture) and replicated popcorn for him to eat while he watches and Tom says "They didn't have remote controls in the 50's ♥ Also where's my beer?" I contemplate murder ESPECIALLY because B'Elanna responds cheerfully to it - GIRL!!! LEAVE HIM!!!!!! IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE CHARMING IN THIS SCENE????

[storge]

Story of Kunning Palace (2023)

[runes-menagerie]

"I'm fucking terrified. Because I know that as soon as he issues another command I'm likely to be right back under his control again tadpole or no." Astarion replied, looking a touch insulted although it was most just theatrics. "As for where to start. Asking that smith, what was his name? Dammon. Asking him might give a clue about where to look. He had to learn Infernal Engineering somewhere after all and he might have an idea about where we can find a solution for you."

He moved a bit closer to her so his shoulder brushed against hers and moved their joined hands to his lap. It was the most contact he had allowed anyone aside from when someone let him drink from them.

"You're stronger than you think. You've already done the impossible. you survived having that engine put in your chest. You survived the Blood War. You escaped Avernus. You convinced Wyll to get the stick out of his ass long enough to listen to the truth about you." Astarion said with a smirk for that last line, trying to make her laugh a bit by adding it to the list of her achievements. "With all that, what's one more impossible task? You aren't the same person you were when we first met. Avernus doesn't stand a chance against you now."

Karlach sat quietly as Astarion shared his part. Displaying the same respect to him that he did to her. It was a rarity for them both, she imagined. To be heard... To not be interrupted - to be able to speak without fear of being overheard or judged. And so she gave him that feeling, a figurative blanket of security wrapping around them both.

Karlach glanced down at their joined hands when he grasped it fully, but seemed to hesitate to look at him fully when he turned. She seemed to be ashamed, which seemed to alien on her features. Eventually though, a few stray glances turned into a slight tilt of her head to at least look over at him.

"...Are you telling me you're not scared to walk up to Cazador's door? That's how I feel at the idea of going back to the Hells... Where there are thousands of people like Cazador just waiting to sink their nails into me. I don't even know where to start on looking for something for my engine... The end could be years away for me." A sigh, one so long and tired. Her free hand reaching up and rubbing her eyes. Was she frustrated? Or quickly trying to wipe away brimming tears before Astarion could spot them...?

"I wish I was as strong as you guys... You can all face your issues head on. I can take Gortash, I have no fucking problem with that... But beyond that? It seems impossible. ...Maybe watching you guys I can get the strength." But she doubted it...

[luddlestons]

That art you did of essek and Caleb with their baby! What’s the babies name? Also are they biological or created with magic?

I wrote a fic about her actually!

Her name is Una, after Caleb’s mother (I am definitely not the first to do that, I’ve seen several people do the same), and she’s their bio kid, though there was SOME (accidental) magic involved in her creation.

[spoilers for the fic: she’s a wild magic sorcerer because of Aeorian shenanigans]

[kiskivmiske]

They provided layers. However, you dismissed that because "art should have 8-10+ layers with sketch, colors, shading, lighting, declaration of independence, Putin's passport copy and your MRI scans"

As an artist who participated in collabs, I've seen more that five people who do everything in one layer. Me being one of them. I only have a sketch layer, drawing layer and several references photos I delete later. I only have multiple copies of one layer because I don't trust Medibang's automatic backup and I want a picture to go back to in case things go sideways.

People can draw in multiple styles at once. Sometimes quality varies because a person isn't used to particular drawing technique. Sometimes quality varies because there's more time spent on the picture. I have friends who draw in both cartoony and fully rendered realistic styles. I can (and did) draw a realistic human in traditional if I want to kill several days trying and redrawing. But I can't be arsed to, so I draw cartoon cats. Also, drawing humans you have a bigger chance to stray on uncanny valley territory.

And lastly, illuminarty, which you used to detect this picture often gives the opposite results, detecting very poorly made ai as 99,9% (NOT AN EXAGGERATION) human and detecting screencaps from 25 year old cartoon as 79% AI. That being said, it's in NO WAY a proof of the art being generated.

Hivemoderation, which uses machine learning models to detect AI, with precision detected cartoon screencaps as human and craiyon picture as AI.

Here's the result for this picture.

This most likely isn't 100% accurate either.

But illuminarty is notorious for giving trash results and using it as your sole proof is disingenuous. You even cropped it until you got an AI result. Most likely, cropping worked because you hid the collar, which has significantly less details. And ai generators normally put smaller details everywhere, even if they aren't correct.

"Similarly, you don't have solid proof it isn't AI"

So, the best solution is to make several posts claiming it is! 😌 /s

Logging in after a busy weekend irl, and seeing no further responses from @skykashi presumably they've blocked me after I asked to see the layers of the artwork. I was anticipating it, but it's really funny nonetheless.

The easiest and simplest way to disprove my theory would've been to post a screenshot of all the layers in the art file, or better, in a video like here, but instead they went off on a lengthy 30 min video about irrelevant topics.

At the end of the day, they know what they have done, and no amount of defensive posts or deflection will take away from the truth. AI art obtained by a few clicks of the mouse for social media validation may feel nice temporarily, but I hope one day they truly improve their skills to match those of the artist they entered as prompt on mid\journey or the likes.

Going forwards, they will either have to use AI for all their future arts to maintain style consistency (or rather, inconsistency, since they said in their explanation vid that their style actually varies dramatically as per their wishes, which is. Cool?)

Or, the more desirable, but less likely route - they'll revert to their original art style, in which case, AI won't be used, which was the original point of the conflict.