#there is a slight height difference because i am using different bodies for them

[blackwolf7]

i got the white cane from a hasbro toy so here are some new photos

[haruchi-slit]

"CONCEALED CHARMS!"

synopsis: jjk men reacting to reader who has small chest!

characters: sukuna, toji, nanami, suguru and satoru

warnings: | sukuna's part: reader is one of sukuna's concubine + nipple play + fingering | toji's part: cunnilingus + nipple play + fingering + slight edging | nanami's part: comfort + p in v + passionate sex (?) | suguru's part: comfort + p in v + lots of kissing (?) | satoru's part: shower sex + p in v + comfort | minors you were warned do not interact

Sukuna:

The king always wonders why his favorite concubine does not take her kimono fully whenever they had sex he was wondering why and it makes his head hurt, does she have a hidden mouth in her chest? no, no, no a mere concubine wouldn't have that, maybe she has a lot of scars? no her skin is like a porcelain. impossible. he wonders to himself. one day he couldn't take much more of it so he orders Uraume to come and get you to his chambers.

"my king, you called?" you murmured closing the doors behind walking towards the king.

he's sitting on the edge of the bed, he stood up, looking down because of the height difference,

"why do you not take your kimono every time we had sex?" he straight up asked, it caught you by surprise...

"o-oh i thought it wasn't necessary nor important that's why..i-"

"you're lying woman." he frowns "what no no no my lord i am n-" you retort before he lifts your weight and bounced you lightly on the soft mattress, "my king you really don't have to see my chest! it's not an important matter!" you resist but Sukuna is just so eager to see what's under your kimino he flicks his fingers together dismantling your kimono and so as your undergarments, your arms were quick to cover your chest, grabbing the sheets of king's mattress. "ah~ is this why you're always covering your chest? how cute." he says as he puts his weight on the mattress crawling towards you, he snatched the sheets you're gripping to with his other arm, "were you afraid that I'm going to replace you because of your chest?" he teased, "y-yes my lord, i was" "how pitiful..." he lets off a sadistic sigh as he grabs your arms revealing your cute small tits, it had his mouth watering, "there's no need to hide, brat..." Sukuna chuckles as he latched his mouth on one of your perked nipples giving them attention that they need, now he's not wondering anymore. now he can focus on giving the attention that they need, he wonders why you hid them away for such a long time. sukuna knows that he have seen many boobs in his lifetime but yours was definitely one of a kind. you moaned softly while he enjoyed your little titties popping them out using his tongue as his other arms and hands pleased your cunt, his tongue placed in his stomach, roaming on your body, at this point his pleasure is not one of his priorities, yours is...

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Toji:

"shit toji- that's the spot..." you rambled tugging your hands on his hair. This is the third time you and toji got intimate since the two years of your relationship and he hasn't seen you fully nude, yes he has seen your cunt but he hasn't seen your chest, for now, not that he minds he's just curious why. how is he still not yet to notce that you're flat chested? cause you wear push up bras, that's why he hasn't questioned why you don't want to remove your t-shirt. but today the curiosity got to him. "can you remove your t-shirt?" he murmured sending vibration on your clit, "why- so sudden? you never asked me to remove them" you'd debate "it's just...i want to see you nude that's why, you've seen me nude so why can't i see you?" Toji continues while lapping on your pussy, you were nervous, so nervous..."toji- i i can't. i think I can't" you whispered Toji's eyebrows knit "what do you mean you can't?" "it's just- you'll be disappointed" you sucked your lips between your teeth, "disappointed in what? it's not that I'm forcing, I'm just really curious why you never took them off..." he says with a lingering doubt and curiosity as he scissors his fingers in you. you let out a deep sigh and used your elbows to support your weight, you proceed to tug on your shirt revealing your push up bras, toji was too busy eating you up that he didn't even noticed, until he looks up to you, you're completely flustered it was a mix of embarrassment and arousal. toji continues to eat you out with his tongue while looking up to your flustered face, your arms that's covering your chest is what caught his attention. "hah...what is there to hide baby girl? I've literally seen your cunt" Toji says inching his mouth away from your pussy he used his hand to slick his hair back, to take a better look on you, "heh...now i see why" he smirks wiping your juices from his mouth, eyeing at your chest, "why hide this pretty tits of yours princess? were you shy?" you nod "you're so cute when you admit something yea? reminds me when you first confessed to me hah" he uttered ghosting his way to your body once again, swiftly unhooking your push up bras revealing your erected nipples it looked so cute, fuck it looked so scrumptious he swore he almost drooled. Toji wanted to suck your nipples, but not yet, not just yet, he traced his hand on your sensitive nipples, gently pinching tight circles on your tits, making you arch and squirm, your own drool was dripping to the side of your lips, now he decides to lock his mouth to one of your boob and you swore you almost shot stars, "fuckkkk to'ii mhm" you mewled as his finger inserts in your pussy, it felt that good. after that he never ever lets you wear your t-shirts whenever the two of you make love. he says: "it's cute don't hide them away from mee!"

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Kento:

it's Saturday night and Kento is very frustrated in work, he's supposed to come home by now but he was asked to work overtime, despite not being home for almost a week he was forced to stay over time, by the time he got home it was already midnight and he was surprised that you were still awake waiting for him, eating ice cream and watching movies in Netflix. You rose from your seat and made your way to the hallway to greet him. "good evening, Kenn~" you chirped, planting a soft peck on his lips to which he warmly responded to. "why are you still awake, darling?" he inquired. without missing a beat, you replied, "waiting for you, of course"you tinged with a mischief tone. "did you missed me?" he asks once more "of course i did ken..." you buried your face on his chest, "soo much" you babbled, his lips tugged a small smile as he ruffled your hair, colliding his lips to yours once more.

he admits, that he's not just frustrated cause of work, he was also frustrated of being away from you, this was not the longest time the two of you were separated, but still, nanami missed you, your scent, your presence, your touch- most of all your fucking cunt. there's just one thing that he always had his mind on, why you always wear your over sized shirts while having intimate sessions with him, and it's been going on for years now, but he never questioned that cause it wasn't a trouble for the both of you so he lets you be, it never bothered him until this day.

your legs sprawled in the thick atmosphere of lust as Nanami bucks his hips on you, his balls slapping eagerly on your ass, your arms and hands were locked on his neck, toes curling, back arching and eyes rolling back in to the depths of your skull. "Kento- fuckkk" you wailed, fat beads of tears pooled down from your eyes as he lets out all his frustration on you, "were you waiting for me because you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans drilling his fat cock in your cunt, "yesyesyess" you whined, nodding repeatedly as he carves your womb with his cock. groans were heard echoing in your shared bedroom, Kento noticed that you were sweating so much that it made your clothes damp, he sees this as a opportunity to get you to take your shirt off, "how bout you take that shirt off, baby?" he murmured burying his head on the valleys of your neck, you thought, it's about time to let him know that you're flat, you've been hiding your chest from him ever since, wearing bras with big foams so he won't notice, while being fucked dumb your head was clouded with thoughts, "Nanami- do you like girls with flat chest?" your tongue slipped, as the sound traveled to your ear you realized it sounded so embarrassing, Nanami chuckles at your sudden question, "what do you mean?" "n-nothing!" you stutter "take your shirt off baby, i don't want you to be soaking with your own sweat" lie, Nanami's not the type of guy to lie but he's fucking itching to see you full naked body, thinking about it just makes his fucking mouth drool, you kissed your teeth with your lips as you hesitate looking on the opposite direction it's about time you let him know!

fuck it you thought to yourself. you pulled your head up, positioning yourself in a sitting position before tugging your shirt and bra off he watched all of it, while jerking his cock in your sopped pussy, kento's eyes widen, but it wasn't because he was disappointed, he realized that you were hiding your chest because you thought it'll matter to him, he sees your face flushing to bright pink, he ghost's his lips to yours kissing you so deep and passionately, in which you responded too, you kissed till the both of you were out off breath, "don't ever think that your body's appearance would change my love towards you, you're beautiful...i love you so fucking much" he grunts kissing your forehead, "f-fuck thank you nanaminn~!" you sobbed, "fuck, look at how cute your tits are".

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Suguru:

this man's always been so mesmerized by your body, your personality and all, the way your clothes perfectly fits your curves, the way you move in such graceful ways, he's on his knees for you, he's always been drawn to your confident and alluring demeanor, as he got to know you more telling you that he love you so much, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. He loved every inch of you, but one day, as he was caressing your body, he realized something that shook him, while he had always admired your gorgeous curves and full breasts, he suddenly noticed that they were not as prominent as he had originally thought. In fact, as he ran his hands over your body, he realized that you were actually flat-chested.

At first, Suguru was taken aback. He couldn't believe that he had never noticed this before. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the look of insecurity and fear in them

"S-suguru..." you uttered thinking that he might be disappointed... you've been hiding it from him since the beginning afraid that he'd judge you, and in that moment, he knew that it didn't matter to him. He loved you for who you were, not for the size of your breasts. he pulled you close to him, "y'know that it doesn't fucking matter to me, right? even if you looked like a pancake, I'd still love you.." he chuckle softly showering you with gentle kisses as he whispered sweet nothings of reassurance in your ear. He told you that he loved you just the way you were, that your body was perfect to him, and that he would love and cherish you no matter what. "i love you... don't ever think that you're not enough, you're more thatn enough"

you could feel the weight of your insecurities lift off your shoulders as he continued to caress and kiss your body, showering you with love and acceptance. And in that moment, you felt more beautiful and desired than ever before. sensing your newfound confidence, Suguru's hands began to roam over your body, caressing your thighs, moving his hands to your core, he was determined to show you just how much he loved and desired you, regardless of your breast size. He pulled you into a one deep passionate kiss, his lips hungrily seeking yours as his hands explored your body burning with lust. his touch was estatic, sending shivers down your spine as he worshipped your body with his hands and mouth, with each touch, each kiss, each whispered declaration of love, your insecurities quickly melted away. you were lost in a haze of pleasure and love, completely surrendering yourself to Suguru's touch,

as he entered your cunt, you could feel the intensity of his love and desire fueling every thrust. "holy- shiii s'guruu" you mewled rolling his name out off you pretty mouth as he showed you just how much he loved and, leaving you breathless and completely satisfied.

and as you both lay spent in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you realized that Suguru's love for you was not based on your physical appearance. He loved you for everything that you were, and that was the most beautiful and empowering feeling of all. "i know you already know, but i love you" you whispered mischievously as you kissed his forehead, in which he responds with a witty chuckle pulling you into a bear hug.

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Satoru:

satoru had been spending more and more time at your apartment lately. ever since he insisted to join your bathing time, he seemed to always find an excuse to come over and spend time with you. and as much as you enjoyed his sweet company, you couldn't help but to feel self-conscious around him. you had always been too insecure about your body's appearance, specifically your flat chest. you had spent years hiding it away, wearing oversized clothes and avoiding situations where you would have to expose yourself.

but now that Satoru was around, you couldn't avoid it any longer. you knew he had seen you in your shower room, but you always made sure to cover yourself up as quickly as possible. However, today was different. You had been caught up in the moment, lost in the sensation of the warm water cascading over your body, when you heard the door to your shower room open. You quickly tried to cover yourself, but Satoru was already standing there, a smirk on his face.

"So this is where you've been hiding," he said, his eyes roaming over your body.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, trying to cover your chest with your arms. But Satoru's eyes never left you, and you couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered, not knowing what else to say.

Satoru chuckled, stepping closer to you. "there's no need to apologize. I like what I see."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. you were used to being teased and mocked for your flat chest, but satoru seemed genuinely interested in you. before you could say anything else, he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss.

his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. you couldn't help but moan against his lips, melting into his touch. satoru seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his hands finding all your sensitive spots and driving you crazy with desire.

he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as he reached your chest, his fingers teasing your nipples to hardness.

He pulled back, looking at you with a devilish smirk. "you're so responsive. I can't wait to see how you react to my touch."

and with that, he dropped to his knees, his mouth latching onto your nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine. you couldn't hold back your moans any longer, your hands tangling in satoru's wet hair as the water runs down to your heated bodies, he sucked and licked at your chest, giving them the attention they deserve.

it wasn't until Satoru pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face, that you realized he had seen your flat chest. you braced yourself for the teasing and mocking, but to your surprise, Satoru merely leaned in and whispered in your ear, "You're perfect just the way you are."

and with that, he stood up and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body once again. You felt a surge of confidence wash over you, feeling desired and wanted for the first time in a long time.

satoru led you to your bedroom, and the two of you fell on your bed in a tangle of limbs and passion. He didn't hold back, showing you just how much he desired you. he whispered dirty words in your ear, "good, fucking girl" he murmurs, his fingers finding all your sensitive spots and driving you crazy with pleasure.

you had never felt so much pleasure, satoru was dominant and in control, yet he made sure to worship every inch of your body, making you feel like the most beautiful person in the world rather the most perfect person in the whole entire universe.

as you both reached the peak of pleasure, satoru held you close, his lips pressed against your forehead. And in that moment, you knew that he accepted you for who you were, flaws and all. And that was all that mattered.

"goodness, your tits drives me crazy, girl!" he says plopping his body to your side catching his uneven breath.

a/n: i enjoyed writing this, cause as a woman with a flat ass chest...this is just mwaa! this is also self indulgent :p

tags: @lillywillypeepiepopilly

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[scourgeofmyownbrain]

My siblings in Primus, holy fucking shit. I made an Optimus Height Chart. This took me.. SO LONG TO DO. Were y'all aware of how many Optimus designs there are?? Because I don't have all of them on this chart, and I still have TWENTY NINE (29, a 2 and a 9) out of the THIRTY SIX (36, a 3 and a 6) that exist. I didn't include the SEVEN (7) because either they were just a temporary upgraded form, or I already had multiple designs from that universe that were the same height and having all of them is redundant and repetitive.

40 fucking years and nearly as many distinct designs, I deserve a medal, honestly. Optimus has been in every single piece of media the Transformers franchise has ever made. Working on this in tandem with the Megatron one was a wild choice of mine, but I did it.

I included Optimus Primal on this chart. Both are named Optimus, I should not have to explain myself. Big Monkey and Big Truck are the same. No, your honour, I do not plead insanity; why do you ask?

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Links to my Bumblebee Chart and my Megatron Chart. !!NEW!! -> Shockwave & Soundwave. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag. Hopefully, my bumblebee post is acting up and idk if the same issue will happen here.

Explanations below the cut because I have fucking WORDS to say. This is gonna be a long one... 29 separate designs...

G1 Beast Wars V1 - ~9 Feet (Primal. Straight from TFWiki, converted to feet and rounded, the tiniest baby man gorilla)

G1 Beast Machines - ~8 Feet (Primal. The wiki failed me, but I found a old forum discussion where they made a chart comparing all the BW/M characters. Glorious stuff, I commend their effort.)

G1 Beast Wars V2 - ~10 Feet (Primal. TFWiki with the clutch, I will not always be this lucky.)

Earth Spark - ~15 Feet (Prime. No official numbers have been given, but I have already figured out how tall Bee is, and I was able to compare the two and get a good estimate. This is the shortest non-animal universe to date holy shit. Look at this, I'm showing my work

I am having a conniption they are so short)

RID 2001 - ~16 Feet (Prime. TFWiki once more, we love one source for everything)

Unicron Trilogy V2&3/ENG&CYB - ~16 Feet (Prime. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. These are the designs used in Energon (S2) and Cybertron (S3). The Wiki had Cybertron's numbers but not Energon's, so for my own sanity, I decided the two were the same height. I could have done something in between Cybertron's and Armada's (S1) numbers, but there was a lot of float between the two)

G1 Beast Wars V3 - ~16 Feet (Primal/Optimal Optimus, this is the result of a fusion between Primal and Prime. The TFWiki says this design is like 40 feet tall, but if that is true, Rattrap, a character stated to be 1.8m or ~6f tall across several sources across several different languages, is actually not that tall. So I call bullshit, this guy is 2.6 Rattraps tall, making him around 16f or 4.9m tall. Checkmate, I win)

Prime Wars V1 - ~17 Feet (Primal. Slight spoilers for further into this chart but I decided that the Prime Wars Trilogy and the Netflix Cybertron Trilogy Optimuses were the same height as the Gen 1 design, because they're nearly identical. So comparing Primal to Prime, Primal comes up to about Prime's tits, bada bing bada boom)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~17 Feet (Primal. Identical explanation to above, don't want to repeat myself)

One V1 - ~17 Feet 10 inches (Prime. Okay, the Wiki says 32.534 feet, and I call Bullshit. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon. I already stated all of this in my Bumblebee chart post, and I will be dying on this hill. This is as short as we see OP in the movie, him at his tallest should match his KCV height, he's never taller than Megsy, so knock a couple feet off the biggest number and voila, my brain hurts)

One V2 - ~18 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. Same explanation as above, but taller than he was without his cog, because he got bigger)

Gen 1 - ~19 Feet (Prime. TFWiki has saved me the effort of figuring it out myself)

Prime Wars - ~19 Feet (Prime. As I said before, since this design is identical to Gen 1, it is the same height)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~19 Feet (Prime. I've said it twice now, identical, therefore same height)

Knight/Capel-Verse - ~19 Feet 4 inches (Primal. No Robot height given, I have his monkey form height from TFWiki, but comparing him to Optimus he's only a few inches shorter)

Prime Wars V2 - ~ 20 Feet (Primal. Compared to Prime, Prime comes up to about Primal's nose area, and we all know how tall I think this Prime is)

Animated - 20 Feet 6 Inches (Prime. This number actually comes from @phoenix-inanis and the glorious calculations they have done on the TFA Characters. Go check it out, because animated has literally no actual numbers -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 20 feet 10 Inches (Prime. TFWiki has graced me with a number)

One V3 - ~20 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. If it's canon to KCV, then it's canon here. I've already told you my reasons)

Cyberverse - 21 Feet (Prime. Oh, shitty screenshot from a random Russian YouTube video; you treat me so well. I would adore a better scan of this if anyone has one)

RID 2001 V1 - 22 Feet 11 Inches (Prime. Technically, this number is for the Armada video game, which isn't exactly canon to the show. But I don't have any other numbers and my brain is tired, so CANON IT IS)

Aligned Cont. RID15 V1 - 25 Feet (Prime. I'm really proud of this one: I can already hear some of your questions. "But I thought his second form was as tall as his TFP V2 form, and this one was as tall as TFP V1," "but his V1 forms and V2 forms look like each other," You thought Wrong!! And I can Prove it!! Let's refresh ourselves on the height difference between TFP V1 Prime and Bee.

As we can see, Bee comes up to the top of Optimus's hips. Lovely. Now, let's look at RID15's height difference when Optimus first returns. Keep in mind that RID15 Bee and TFP Bee are the same height.

Look, Bee comes up to Optimus's chest in this form, not his hips. He comes up to a similar point on Bulkhead in the previous picture. Let's look at Prime's second form.

This is from the intro; yes, Bee is crouched, but look, if he stood straight he only comes up to about Prime's hips, JUST LIKE IN TFP!!! With this evidence, we can conclude that Prime's first RID15 form is similar in height to Bulkhead! I was so fucking excited to show y'all this, I was so proud of myself, I still am)

Bayverse V1 - 28 Feet (Prime. From the first 4 movies. Straight from TFWiki, because Mr. Michael Bay loves me)

Bayverse V2 - 29 Feet (Prime. Only in The Last Knight. Mr. Bay has lovingly kissed my forehead because he always gives me numbers for his movies)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP V1/RID15 V2 - 30 Feet (Prime. TFWiki/Fandom/Me respectively. I love you, Video Game Info Screens. I am still pretty syced about figuring RID15 out, oh I feel so good. Almost makes me forget about how FREAKISHLY HUGE this universe is. And how the games concretely prove this fact)

Aligned Cont. TFP V2 - 35 Feet (Prime. Yes this number comes from Fandom, but this entire universe is monstrously huge for no reason, I believe it. Go look at my Bee chart for more in-depth and insane rant about how huge this universe is compared to other universes, it's at the end of the post)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Optimus Prime - 30 Feet. (Yes, Optimus in the Aligned Continuity has 7 distinct designs across the whole thing. I am in physical pain. SEVEN?? ONE GUY?? SEVEN??), Bayverse Optimus Prime Power Up - 40 Feet. (It's an upgrade form that does not stick around, why should I include it), RID 2001 Super Mode - ~21 feet (Optimus can turn it on and off at will, it's just an upgrade mode), Unicron Trilogy Energon & Cybertron Optimus Prime Super Mode - ~20 Feet (Once more, upgrade mode, it's like stilts, you don't count something you don't always have on.)

29 pngs, holy shit I've done it. This took so long. If anyone has any suggestions for which transformer I should aggressively analyze next please tell me I don't know which ones to do next.

Here are the different layers separated, just so you can see all the many Optimuses (Optimusi?) clearly. I know my og chart is crowded, there's 29 pngs on there you don't think I noticed?

[slut4satoru-blog]

Parent-Teacher Conference—Toji Fushiguro-Zenin. +18 CONTENT MINORS DNI

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a singledad!Toji fic to fill my empty heart. i’m a slut for toji and i hope you guys are too. making this a 3 part series! please enjoyyyyyyy. 💜

content warnings: f!reader, AFAB, tiny kabedon, height difference, healthy age gap (6 years), trying my best to keep body descriptions to a minimum, hickeys, sex toys, marking, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f!receiving), tiddie sucking <3, fingering, edging, public use of sex toy, pet names, and whatever else might had slipped my mind.

word count: 2.2k

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It’s been a busy 2 weeks with the PT conference being tomorrow. I have 0 time for myself. There’s two places I’m always at, either at school teaching my students or at home grading and preparing student reports. The end of the 10 weeks is always a mess. At least I teach High School, and my kids are so good they help me with the stuff.

There’s always a few students from each class that volunteer to help organize and store papers and that has helped me for sure. Like whenever Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi from my 10th grade class stay after school every Tuesday to help me out. They really are the best and I 100% could not survive without them. Talking about the kids, Megumi is really special. I’ve literally taught him since middle school, and it’s kind of funny because when I first started teaching him he would accidentally call me “mom” sometimes, his cute little face always made me smile. I remember when his mother passed away and I attended the service, it was the first time I saw his dad.

Toji Fushiguro, what a sight to remember. He was one of those people I knew I would never forget about. Year after year, conference after conference Toji and I’s friendship grew closer. Of course, always formal since he is my student’s dad. But there’s always a part of me that dreams of it being more than just that. The way he would slightly touch my hand with his fingers, acting as if nothing happened. Whenever he says “Hello” and puts his hand on my waist as he brings me in for a hug. I swear, one time that man was as hard as a rock and he just acted so normally. His tall, muscular build haunted me in my dreams.

Every single night, I would dream about him ravaging me in different positions. The way he would eat me out, fuck me senseless. I would imagine how he could roughly handle me and just how good he would feel inside of me, leaving me clenching around my fingers as I tried to satiate the need for his cock. However, every single morning I had to remind myself that it would never change. At least that’s what I always thought.

I decided to get up 1 hour earlier and get myself ready. Since today we had no class and I wasn't going to deal with any cooking, I wouldn’t have to wear my go-to chef uniform. Rummaging through my clothes, I decided to wear a simple emerald green and black pants suit, along with some 2 inch closed platforms. Also, I took the opportunity to wear some makeup and style my hair since I rarely got the chance to do so in school.

Once I arrived at the Jujutsu Technical School campus I quickly went up to finish setting up my lab to greet the parents and guardians of my students. For each parent student teacher conference I would have the kids make something for their families so they could snack as they picked up the grades for the quarter and discuss some details with me. They all decided to make some cake pops and they looked adorable. Some are movie themed, others by colors and even by aesthetics. Kids these days, am I right? When I finished everything I decided to sit patiently at my desk and wait for all of the parents to arrive.

Not to my surprise, Toji arrived first. I could sense his presence even with me being against the door. His sultry, silky and sinful voice decided to greet me. “Hey there Ms. _____. It’s been too long since our last encounter.” I turned my seat around to face him, getting startled as he was way closer than I anticipated. His hand went for my arm, sliding one finger over my bare hands. “Hi Sir, it’s a pleasure to see you get here so early. As you know, Gumi’s sweets are at the left corner of the table. You can grab the cake pops he made you and Sumi this time. He worked really hard on them.”

He looked at the table, walked up to it and got his and Tsumiki’s bag and returned to my desk. He shoved the sweets in his pocket and plopped his hands to either side of my desk. Trapping me in to smell his fresh, clean cologne. “I was thinking of doing some experiments. What do you think? Megumi tells me about everything you guys do in this class. And, it gets me thinking. Are you as fun in bed as you are in the classroom? I’m sorry Ms. ____ but I know I’m not the only one that feels this tension.”

He stopped for a second, eyed me up and down. Taking one of his hands and moving it to my chin as he lifted it up to continue his sermon. “I‘ve seen the way you look at me. How your thighs clench whenever I tease you. I’m not blind you know? And you’re not hiding it now either.” He took his eyes off of mine and dragged them across my body. I could feel his intense stare burning through the fabric. Starting a fire in my core that would soon become too hot to control.

“Sir, this isn’t right… Anyone can come up now and see us like this. I work here, I don’t want to risk that for whatever my body feels like. I can deal with it later. This is wrong.” I tried to believe the words that came out of my mouth. We both knew i was lying about it not being right. We were both adults, he was only a few years older than me since he had Megumi at 16. We were only 6 years apart, so it wasn’t inmoral. However, there was something about this being too good to be true. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how things were happening.

“Can we try something? Please? I swear if you say no I won’t bother you after this.” He opened his black suitcase that he always brought to store all the papers us teachers would bring to the parents. Once it was open, he pulled out a weirdly shaped pink toy. I’ve seen this before, it’s called a love sense. He saw the way my eyes lit up to the toy and asked. “I figure you’re familiar with this, right? I promise I’ll behave if you’re a good girl.”

I stood up and walked up to the door. Looking at the empty hallways since the pt conference was 30 minutes away. “Am i really about to do this…?” I whispered to myself as I closed my lab’s room and locked it. I went to Toji, sat on top of my desk and responded. “I’ll allow this… experiment. But you have to promise not to go too far. This is my job, and I’m not willing to lose it because I moaned while talking about bread.” He laughed at my remarks and sighed beautifully, standing between my legs and wrapping me in his arms. I could feel his cinnamony breath near my lips as he spoke. “Don’t worry darling, this thing is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. Consider this preparation for what comes next.”

Without saying more, he leaned in to kiss me almost as if he was afraid of ruining whatever it is that we had these past years. His hands diligently went under my satin shirt, taking it out of the pants to grope my tits. “They’re so soft, I could drown here.” He whispered in your ears as he lifted the shirt up completely to suck on them, leaving cute little markings all along them. “Just wait till you see my ass.” I playfully dared him, ruffling one of my hands through his soft, black hair as i left one of my hands on the desk for support. Throwing my head back as he sucked my nipples with such expertise. It really felt like he was french kissing me there.

“Oh, please don’t stop. This feels so good.” I whined at him as I started feeling new sensations, I had never before felt so sensitive on my breasts. Maybe because of my lack of sex partners. It had been such a bad experience with none of my other flings getting me to orgasm. So frustrating I ended up stopping all together. I could feel his grin across my nipple as he slowly popped it as he let it go. “Time to see that ass babe, can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped me skillfully, carefully pulling down my pants & lingerie that I wore that day. “All wet for me baby? So nice and plump; you keep wrapping me up in your little finger, huh?” He took one of his hands and teasingly slid it across my slit. I shuddered; his cold, big fingers clashing against my hot plump core. He started to play with my arousal, slipping it up and down. Occasionally grazing above my clit as to piss me off. “Toji, please. We have 15 minutes until the parents arrive. Just fuck me already.”

“Fuck you? Oh no baby girl, you’ve got it all wrong. You see…” He stopped talking for a second, and I groaned when I felt his mouth on my clit. Skillfully eating me out like he had 1,000 years of experience. “My plan isn’t to fuck you now.” He planted another kiss on my cunt, tongue skimming all through my folds. “We‘ll talk about that later. ‘Kay sweetheart?”. With that he stopped, removing himself from my needy core and slipped the toy inside of me, filling me up instantly as a moan slipped through my teeth.

“Remember, this is connected to my phone. You better act nice if you want me to be nice.” He grinned like a man-whore and I enjoyed every single of it. He licked my thighs to “clean-up after himself” and then wiped it dry with some tissue I had laying around. After that, he walked to the chair in the back and waited for the classroom/lab to fill up with more parents.

“Hello, thank you all for attending today’s PT Conference. I’m Ms. _____ and as you all probably know by now, I’m your kid’s Culinary Arts elective course teacher….” I roughly explained the next 2 big projects the kids had to make. And how the Culinary Arts elective course was partnering up with the Science program to form a “Food Science” exhibition for the upcoming science fair. It was all going good. Actually, too good. I would eye up Toji every now and then but he was never looking at me, just looking at his phone. Mysteriously the vibrator was off for all of my speech. I was kind of glad, I didn't want to trip on my words or embarrass myself. However, things started to take a turn when parents started to ask to see me after class.

When Mr. Nanami, Yuuji’s foster dad, asked to see me after class. That was the moment I felt the vibration instantly turn on. It was slow, steady motions that started to relieve the tension I had going on. I said my goodbyes to all the parents, and when my lab was almost empty, since Toji refused to leave, Mr. Nanami went up to me. “Hey Ms.____ I was wondering if i could ask you something about Yuuji’s grades. You see, he’s having some trouble with math and since I know this course involves a lot of that i was wondering if you would be willing to tutor him. I would be paying, of course. It could be over at our home or we could meet up at some place of your choosing.”

I gave him a tiny smile, he was always so observant over Yuuji. “Of course! We can work something out. He always works my math out easily, I imagine it’s because I try my best to break everything down before giving it to them. Thanks for your concern on Yuuji. He’s a bright kid, he’s in good hands.” I put my hand on top of his to give him security, and in that instant I felt how the vibrator just jumped in velocity. It was hard, inconsistent and just random and all over the place. I contained myself from yelping and decided to shift in my seat instead. When I looked over at Toji there he was, man-spreading in all of his glory swiping his phone in different directions as he looked intensely at how my hand rested in top of Nanami’s.

Nanami ended the conversation shortly, handing me his business card that contained his contact information so we could set up the meetings and left quickly, not forgetting to wave at Toji at the end of the room. Toji stood up, and waved him a tiny goodbye as he walked towards me. Long, slow steps making small clacks across the marbled floor. He looked at his phone once more and swiped up, leaving the vibrator at the highest speed as I tried to shush the moans that escaped my mouth. Eventually giving in as i sat in my comfy chair.

“I told you I would behave if you were a good girl. But you just had to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

Masterlist

part 2, part 3

[figgrrr0]

Hey hey Im back again!! I hope youre still open for accepting headcanon requests <33 this time i wanna req What is it like for Heizou, Xiao and venti (seperate) to date a fem!reader who is taller than them? (Nsfw or sfw is fine!)

Their girlfriend is taller than them

Characters: Heizou, Xiao, Venti // Reader: Female

Genre: Smut, only fluff for Xiao // CWs next to the corresponding character

Heizou

Cw: Body worship, height difference, mentioned high heels

• Would forget how tall you are until he walks up to you and is eye level with your chest. This would happen almost every single time. It doesn't even matter if you've got any skin showing, just the realisation of how tall you are compared to him will make him temporarily short-circuit. Heizou would lose all the confidence he'd strode up with, mentally criticising himself for forgetting, when, one: you're literally his girlfriend; he sees you every day! How could he forget? And two: it's his job to file away information about people and be able to recall it all in a moment's notice! The only way to stop him from kicking himself for this, is to bring his attention back to you. Now, this could very easily be done just by laughing a little at the annoyed expression on his face, but some good old physical touch will do the job even better. Though, this will also restore his boldness, so watch out, cause Heizou has a full arsenal of tactics to turn the nervousness back onto you.

• Because of how easy to reach they are, Heizou would be worshipping your breasts daily. I mean, they're the perfect height for him to just smush his face into. Not only that, I think he'd have a thing for just your overall height. Some of your limbs are obviously going to be longer than his own (arms, legs, torso, etc.), and the difference is going to be so interesting to him, plus its extra space for him to kiss and explore. Bonus points if you ever wear high heels. I really can't figure out why but I just think that Heizou would have a thing for height differences to his own disadvantage, but at the same time that'd just make him want to try and keep the control even more. It'd give him a pleasurable power trip.

Xiao:

Cw: Slight strength kink? Maybe a little, apart from that it's just fluff. Cuddling, clothes stealing.

• Your height would be oddly comforting to Xiao. He'd feel safer in your presence than most others, but he loves how easy it is for you to completely wrap yourself around his body when you're cuddling up together (I am a firm believer that Xiao is a little spoon. Fight me). Your arms and legs would be able to trap him, and though he isn't used to the touch, even just the thought of leaving to go and fulfill his duties isn't as appealing as feeling your body caging him in. But, what's even better, is that, despite how strong he is thanks to his powers as a yaksha, there's a possibility that if you were to lock your arms and legs together around him, he might find it harder to escape than expected... he's almost tempted to try it out one of these days.

• Oh, your clothes are big enough to fit him? Too big? Yeah, you're coming home to Xiao absolutely drowning in your sweaters. They're comfy, warm, and they remind him of you. Could he possibly get any cuter?! Probably, but he's feeling a little too shy at being caught stealing your clothes. He'd try making up an excuse, and a very poor one at that, but please don't let him take it off. After that first day, you likely won't see him wearing your clothes for about a month after that; but gradually, it just becomes something that you come home to more often than not, to the point that if he's not wearing some article of your clothing, you'll start to get worried that he's upset with you, as rare as that would be.

Venti:

• We all know that Venti would use any and all excuses that he could find to slip his hands under your clothes, shamelessly groping whatever skin his fingers can touch; usually your thighs or boobs, but even just feeling the heat from your stomach is fine (except for the fact that he always does it when his hands are extremely cold...). Unfortunately for you, this is usually just a ploy for him to be able to tickle you once you let your guard down. Being taller than him just gives him easier access, how is he supposed to resist?! And, he won't even need to use as strong of a gust of wind to see up your skirt... your height is doing half of the work already!

Cw: Groping, role reversal, implied cross-dressing

• He would be an absolute menace. Suddenly, every single item that he needs is too high up for him to reach... I wonder how that happened? Oh well, who cares? Cause now he needs your help to get it down! He likes playing up how much stronger your stature would imply that you are compared to him (even though he is a literal archon...). He's not-so-secretly turned on by the role reversal, since the guy in a relationship is most commonly the taller. But, you being taller than him and being able to help him with everything so easily is a one way ticket to unlocking his brattiness and laziness all mixed together. And, if you go along with his little games long enough? Well. I think it could potentially escalate to Venti trying on some skirts for you and making the role reversal even more prominent...

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitlyn + Vi x Reader who’s wayy shorter than them or wayy taller than them and how’d they’d act

EEEEE. HEIGHT DIFFERENCES >>>>> IDK BOUT YALL BUT IM SHORTER THAN CAITVI AND ITS SO ... MY GOD. YALL BE DOING GOD'S WORK W THOSE SPICY FFs FR.

"Daw, But You're So Cute!" | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: how CaitVi would react when you're taller or shorter than them!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intened, Cursing, Slight Short Jokes, Not Proofread, No Use Of Y/n

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

TALLER

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– one, if you're taller than both of them... HOLY COW????

– YOU'RE SO TALL! literally i would waste all my money on you but you're not here for me. ANYGAYS

– with caitlyn, it was lowkey love at first height.

– someone she has to look up to? wow.

– she was used to people looking up and her and her having to look down at them...

– honestly, she's gotten used to looking down at everyone. she's gotten so accustomed to it, when she realized she had to look up at you, her heart was pounding.

– and then she found out you like girls? DING DING DING. we have a winner!

– because you're on the taller side, like her, she'll recommend you places and brands that have inclusive lines for taller people.

– she'll even reccomend her favorite tailors and tricks she has.

– also, no questions asked, she's sending you a custom bed.

– hers was custom-made because she's on the taller side and she knows how expensive longer mattresses can be. well, she can assume.

– so she gets you one!

– if you're also the type of person who likes to wear cutesy stuff but can never because it doesn't fit your torso right or your legs, caitlyn to the literal rescue.

– like i said, she'll tell you all the stores and will get tailors for you. she'll create a whole clothing line for you if she has to.

– as for vi, it's 50/50.

– she's on the taller side of women, but christ if you're taller than her... geez!! (in a good way.)

– she'll like to tease you two, saying she has a type: taller humans.

– vi will also put her face in your chest when you cuddle. even if you have none, her face is in your chest.

– she won't make "how's the weather" up there jokes, but she will slap your ass when the opportunity is presented. why wouldn't she?

– "it's right there! what am i supposed to do? see it and not hit it? no way!"

– when it comes to the three of you together, you all make amends for each other.

– you want to sit on a lap? sure! who's? no, you're not too tall.

– you wanna be the little spoon? okay! get in the middle.

– height literally doesn't change a single thing for you three...

– well, you and caitlyn like to play pranks on vi by putting stuff on the top shelves.

– it makes the two of you laugh and giggle to see her climb up onto the counter or having to use a step ladder to get what she needs.

– she will never ask for help or get a helping tool in front of you two either so if you're watching her, she'll suffer in silence.

– she'll pout on the couch too after not getting what she wanted.

– eventually, you and caitlyn give in and give her the item she wanted and it's like she was never even pouting!

– if you three are out and about and some jerk tries to tease you about your height, vi and caitlyn are the first to defend.

– they'll call the person names (vi) and say that they're jealous they don't have the height they desire. (vi) and say how rude it is to comment on someone's height like that (cait) and that it's not something you can control (cait)

– all and all, they love their partner the way you were created and they wouldn't change that for the world

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SHORTER

– as for first-sight shit, vi is ELATED to find a partner shorter than her.

– homegirl isn't short, but she sure as hell isn't taller than caitlyn.

– she doesn't mind being shorter at all, but damn, how she loves pinning someone to the wall and blocking them in with her whole entire body because she's taller than them.

– 100+ ego!

– she will not stop flirting with you, purposely making you look up at her and asserting her dominance

– and oh baby. if being short doesn't stop you from channeling your inner cockiness, vi has a treat coming.

– you'll let her pin you, force you to look at her, etc

– but the moment you flirt back?

– oh? what's this? a flustered vi? oh no! what should we do?

– caitlyn gets an absolute kick out of it but that doesn't mean she's safe either.

– you will flirt with her all you want.

– okay, so, if you read the taller section, you saw that the reader and caitlyn often put stuff on the top shelves to see vi struggle or to get her to ask for help... well.. caitvi does the exact same shit to you as the shorter partner.

– those tall pieces of shit put stuff up at the very top (its so high caitlyn can't reach without a boost) just to see you struggle and ask for help.

– caitvi won't tease you mockily for your height, but vi has someone in the relationship who's smaller than her... she will be teasing, just a bit, for fun.

– she might call you shortstack, but if it gets too far, caitlyn will call her shortstack in return just to see her face turn red.

– "that's not my nickname, that's theirs!" "well, you're both shorter than me, vi, so you're a shortstack too."

– vi absolutely HATES that shit so she won't make short jokes anymore after that.

– like in the first section, they'll buy you clothes or special items to use to help you out in life.

– like, modern au, they'll get you those seats to boost you up when you're driving, or they'll find outfits in the petite section of the store.

– if you're not that much shorter than them, they'll still buy you all that shit. tall or short, you are getting pampered baby!!

– speaking of which, they do not CARE if you're short and wanna be the big spoon. they'll be happy to adjust and move around.

– one thing that will concern them is them sitting on your lap. they don't want to crush you, but that's what they'll think no matter your height.

– if a JERK asks you how's the weather like down there and asks if you're even allowed to be outside without your mOmmY, vi is kicking ass and caitlyn is sending daggers.

– vi will try to throw punches but you or caitlyn usually pull her away before there's any contact.

– caitlyn will scold them and would say their heart is smaller than you

– then when you walk away, caitlyn apologizes profusely for that line but it was the only thing she could think of in the moment.

– like the first section, caitvi loves you the way you are and they won't trade anything for the world.

WC: 1,118

[jeongheart]

10:30 am

summary: walking down the street (i guess? just a quick chan drabble).

w.c: 600.

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: i actually don't know what is this lol, i don't even have a title. this was born because the girl i like was making fun of me bc i have flat feet and i always complain about it ... and then chan sent a message on bbl complaining about the same thing and yeah, wrote this on my way to work so don't know if it's any good.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes. share your thoughts if you like, appreciate it very much!

"Baby, my feet hurt" You complain for the fifth time that hour.

You've been walking since you left the hotel two hours ago, Chan insisted on taking advantage of Japan's sunny weather to visit all possible places before the sun went down. His refusal to go by train was based on:

1) The ticket wasn't worth it.

2) You were going to miss seeing the foliage in the less crowded areas.

3) "A little air wouldn't hurt us".

Chan just laughed and gripped your hand a little tighter to, in his own way, force you to walk when you stopped in front of a stained glass window in order to rest your feet that already felt hard in the arch of it, with a stabbing pain spreading to the fingers.

"My feet hurt too, but you don't see that I'm complaining, do you?" Your partner counterattacked at your frown.

You weren't really mad at him, you just wanted to rest for five minutes, your waist was also starting to feel sore after all that walking.

Chan didn't wait for you to answer him or walk again, and he took you by surprise when he effortlessly pulled you towards him until you collided with his back.

"What are you doing?" You questioned him with a slight smile appearing on your face.

"Climb up" He exclaimed simply, as he crouched low enough for you to get comfortable on his back without having to jump so much. The height difference between the two of you wasn't that much, but Chan was easily four inches taller than you.

Still, you appreciated his gesture.

You looked around at the passers-by who were swarming in the streets, some were deep in conversation or on their phones, some others looked at you curiously and then smiled tenderly, and others looked at you sarcastically.

"It's okay, come on, let's keep walking" You urged the man who was still in a squat position waiting for you.

Chan sighed in amusement and made a sign with his hands for you to hurry up "Come on love, I'll carry you".

You blushed a little and without giving the situation too much thought you jumped and got on the broad back of your boyfriend. When he felt the weight of your body, he ran his hands up the back of your legs to secure them behind your rear.

You held on tight to his shoulders as he took the last leap to settle you correctly on his back.

"Where are we going now, my princess?"

You laugh, but with all your might this time, it was really impossible to feel anything other than warmth next to Chan. The people who weren't looking at you before were definitely looking at you now, but you didn't care in the slightest.

You gently encircled Chan's neck and pressed your face to the back of his head so that you could whisper in his ear "Wherever my white steed decides".

Chan snorted but then gave in to the joke and let out the loudest laugh you had ever heard, the pigeons that were relaxing eating the crumbs that the elders left for them flew scared into the sky causing the two of you to laugh non-stop again.

Before you can finish laughing to take a breath, your boyfriend began a run towards the end of the square with you on his back, this time you really held on tight as you felt how Chan's grip became more noticeable on your legs.

The wind hit your face and while you saw people pass by like lightning due to Chan's excessive speed you couldn't help but smile fully and let yourself enjoy the ride.

[siennablaze219]

@daily-writing-challenge - May 2024 - Day 7 - Captivate

A little late but drawing the dress took a little while.

NSFW

@vixannya (Thank you for the setting)

A Walk on the Wild Side

Zubrette Goldensorrow smiled up, up, up at her date, and partner, she was pretty but he was breathtaking. His bronze hued skin looked like a metallic tan with the near charcoal scales studded across him, black hair and blue eyes were such a unique combination. In his hair he wore decorations in silver and blue. He was about a foot and half taller than her with shoulders wide enough that when he stood behind her no one would even know she was there from the back. His color combination had started to bleed into her style choices, her artistic style flared to life when she got to be on his arm without being matchy-matchy.

Tonight she was in a sheath dress that was ombré from deep blue, violets and green lightning to peacock, teal, sapphire, and amethyst down to an icy blue, mint, and lilac all were gemstone shards that looked like stained glass. Zubrette she highlighted the partner’s height differences by choosing silver, lace up, flat sandals, she could have worn heels, but she felt better able to react in the flats and she actually enjoyed her diminutive size and how people often misjudged her because of it. Her peachy blonde hair still had its side braids but the rest was pulled back in a riot of waves, nothing fancy in comparison to her dress.

Yet as stunning her dress was, Zhathras was *fancy* dressed in an outfit that matched his masculine sense of style; she had helped him put it together with a tailor friend of her uncle. His long coat was ivory with a darker cream shimmer patterned into it, the wide lapels had silver filigree details on them, the piping along it matched the silver and there were rows of seven metal buttons on each side. Beneath that was a flat ivory vest that buttoned to a point in the center of his chest, black lapels on it disappeared beneath the jacket then came back into a high collar just below the standing line of jacket’s. A charcoal shirt with a slight vee laid against his skin and at the neck he wore a blue pendant, designed by Zubrette, that matched his eyes. The leather pants were simple compared to all the layers he wore on his upper body, they were the same charcoal as the shirt, and broke at just the right line over black shoes. He was just mouth watering.

Wrinkling up her nose cutely at Zhathras, “Welcome to your first appearance in the upper echelon of society, my love. People are just going to melt when they see you. I will be the most overlooked woman in an exquisite dress in the place.” The paladin had no hint of hurt feelings in her tone, she knew she was a dynamic personality and no one would really overlook her, ever. “Ori should be here, I am guessing lost in the art,” Zubs smiled, and held his arm, not in need of the support, or possessiveness, but she loved touching him.

Luckily enough for her, he returned that love because she was lost in him so often, his hand laid over hers. “It will be impossible for me to look at the art, you are too beautiful.” He paused for a moment, “I am fairly sure a group of women over there are talking about us.”

“Oh?” The paladin didn’t turn to look at the women, his hearing was better than hers so she just took it at face value. “Are they saying how they wish to take my love and lavish him with passion and praise that they feel he deserves?”

He grinned at her, “Well they are impressed with me and wondering what a woman from your house did to entice me. What do they mean by your house? Does the type of house you live in designate who should be attracted to you?”

Zubs laughed, these things didn’t bother her the way it would her mother, which is why she didn’t care what they said. “In a way, to them at least. Remember when I explained about nobles, when we talked about my mother’s expectations of me? Some people believe that who your parents are, or how much money you have, makes you more worthy.”

“Since I have no money and no parents, why would they consider me too good for you?” He asked, looking as confused as he sounded.

Leaning in she rubbed her cheek against his upper arm, “You are outside the purview of their rules since you are not Sin’dorei or Quel’dorei. If you were to date one of them they might want you to care more about such things.”

His eyes flared and bronze veins flared in them, “They judge you as lesser?” Zhathras’ shoulders began to roll back as his spine straightened, ready to defend her against their words.

Zubs turned and placed herself in front of him and cupped her hand on his cheek. “My love, what they think of me doesn’t matter to me, hasn’t in a very long time.”

“But your mother cares, yes?” He never forgot much and she had told him more than once about the troubles between them and why she sent money home but never went to see her parents as long as he had known her.

“Overly much, just like those women, but I love you and would never go home again if it was a real problem.” She tipped her head up, Zubrette had never lied to him concerning these things.

Zhathras leaned down and kissed her slowly, not caring who might see them, she was his and it was better that he used that rise in emotion by worshiping her in a deep kiss than trying to go fight women that didn’t matter to her. When the kiss ended his eyes were a clear blue once more, the rush of emotion drained into their connection.

Ori cleared her throat, “Fel cousin, is there an attractive man summoning portal you know about?”

“I think that I have the most attractive man available, or unavailable, so I have no need for such a portal. Zhathras this wicked woman is my dear cousin, Orialeyne,” Zubrette turned back to face her cousin. “Come now, I am certain you have art to teach us about.”

As they began moving around the gallery together Ori and Zubrette chatted animatedly while Zhathras smiled down at them, well he smiled much more at Zubrette, but he was biased. The dilettante pointed out paintings she had purchased and then they stopped before the one she was still thinking about. Twice it looked like some of the women that had been talking about the couple earlier might approach but the little paladin would turn and offer up a wicked, ‘I will make you cry’ smile and they would walk off. She hadn't survived as the only daughter of a disgraced House at different social functions without learning to make bullies back down quickly.

After they all went to the location of the afterparty together, Ori grinned at the couple, “I was going to leave you two, but if you are looking for a th…”

Zubs did not let her finish, she stood on her tip toes and kissed her cousin’s cheek, “Nope, I get to experience the debauchery with my partner all by myself. Tell your parents I said hello.” She did not quite push her cousin away, but it was close.

“Debauchery, hmmm?” Zhathras asked while giving Ori an absent wave, she had been nice and he had been polite all night but the desire to have Zubrette to himself once more was stronger in him than worrying about her family’s opinion of him, besides the final part of the trio of cousins already adored him.

Golden eyes looked up to meet blue, “Oh, didn’t I tell you about that? Well, the whole thing is not that kind of party, there will be food…”

“Good, you haven’t eaten all night. I was starting to worry.”

“I am not sure what all is planned but I have heard about these parties and they are always multifaceted and there is more than a hint of sexual energy there.”

He grinned, “Well then, we should go explore this sexual energy.” Zhathras did not pick her up and carry her in, but he walked quickly enough for her to have to pull on his arm slightly since his strides were much longer than hers and she was in a tight skirt.

Entering the space, Zubrette and Zhathras both stopped and stared in amazement at the tree of life. They had explored the isles together, but nothing there was as magical as this was. A brilliant smile curved her lips and she tucked her body against his in pleasure, it was nice to experience this with him.

For his part Zhath was stunned, he had never seen such a flagrant display of magic used for nothing but entertainment. The bronze had seen plenty of time shenanigans, he was even an oracle of a sort, but this was at a scale he would remember forever. Looking down at his lover he smiled as she looked at the tree, as splendid as it was she was more so to him.

Taking his hand Zubs began to pull him, “Let’s explore.” She was sure there was a map, or people that could explain where everything was, but that would be way too mundane a way to enjoy this party, so she just plowed forward with the same zeal as she had with the rest of her life. Zubrette was a Pandaren ground blossom that lit up a pathway wherever she would go.

Walking around the base of the tree just to get her bearings, Zubrette narrowed in on the archway where she saw people with food exiting. Being so animated, and fighting, or sparring, daily took a lot of replenishment for the little woman. Food was one of her favorite pastimes because of this, and Zhathras liked to make sure she was cared for, so he always guided her to a meal before it was needed. In making sure she had food they would always find common ground.

With so much to choose from they just headed to the buffet, getting a meal quickly was her priority because she had so much else to see. Once they each had plates full, and had scoped out the dessert table, the pair found an empty table to enjoy their meal and tumblers of bourbon they had acquired. Talking softly to one another no one else in the room, maybe at the entire party, mattered to them, she was excitedly chattering about the party and he was looking at her, seeing the fire within and was captivated by it as he always was.

The plates emptied quickly and they refilled their drinks before Zubrette was off again. Leaving the center archway she turned them and led them through another one. This area held the soothsayers, spa facilities and other services people might be interested in. She looked up at Zhath and smiled, “Should we pamper ourselves a little? A massage, or maybe speak to a fortune teller?”

“I can already tell your future,” he stated, which was true in more than one way, he had already warned her when her company absolutely needed her somewhere, and he knew her future was with him. “And we can visit the spa at home, or in that sexy little set of caves we found with the enterprising greens running it. If you really want a massage I can give you one later, when we are alone.”

Zubrette leaned over to rub her cheek against his arm, “Agreed on all your points.” It was then she noticed Ori speaking to a very handsome dark haired man who was massaging her feet and legs. “Well, at least she is not out here experiencing all of this alone.”

He turned his head and saw her cousin, “Somehow I doubt she has trouble with such things, she is very self assured. If my heart was not already bound to the most beautiful being who rivals the enchantment of this gathering, I might even notice how lovely she is.”

As he was acknowledging he noticed the beauty of her cousin by saying such a thing Zubrette just reached up and took a hold of his jacket lapel urging him down so she could kiss him.

They had just spent hours without indulging in even a single sensual moment meant heat flared through him at her demanding connection. Stepping into her he pushed her back until she was against a mirrored wall and devoured her offering. They did not engage in set roles in their relationship, it was a wonderful balance of back and forth. He was still learning about what he enjoyed and she was more than well versed in so many aspects of pleasure that often she led him into new things, but once he knew something he was more than happy to repeat the process with skill and enthusiasm. He was the one to break the kiss and he placed his lips just under her ear for a gentle touch and whispered, “I am glad you wore your hair loose because I want to bury my fingers into it and hold you while we drown in each other.”

Zubrette tipped her head for him to have access to the line of her neck, “Mmmm, I am certain we can find a quiet corner somewhere and maybe you can use that hold on my hair for other reasons.” The reply was said with a saucy air to it and she let go of his lapel to signal that the moment of the kiss had passed, when he would pull back she was wearing a very bratty smile on her face. “Come on my love, there is more to see.”

She was leaving the tunnel into the tree itself for last, instead she moved around it to the tunnel opposite the metaphysical and nurturing space. When she entered the area she decided to go down first, stepping into the undersea area she moved to the side and paused leaving room for others to pass. “Sun bless,” she said quietly, then took his hand and almost sprinted to the upper room. With a little bounce on her toes she led them back down stairs, then released his hand so she could turn in a circle with her chin tilted up so she could see the performers.

Zhathras once again took his time looking around but then his gaze landed back down on her face, she captivated him and no matter what might be around them in this place, nothing compared to her beauty in his eyes. Stepping up to her, he took her hand in his and tucked her in against his body then led her into a dance. She was a gorgeous dancer in a rave or nightclub setting, but he decided once when she was on campaign that he would learn the more romantic dances so he could lead her in moments like this. Working around the dance floor he moved gracefully and compensated for her short skirt to keep the movements easy for her. Weaving them around the entire dance floor, when they got near to the stairs he picked her up and kept the pattern of the dance as he carried her up to the ballroom above. At the top,of the stairs he sat her back on her feet without missing a step, he was a smooth one with strength and grace that he was happy to delight her with.

For her part she just moved with him, her trust completely in his hands. Tucked in against his body she smiled up at him, and stepped easily once she found the pattern. Just like with sword work, she moved with a refined flow, trained to match the direction of an opponent, meant that she could mirror her partner as she followed along. When he lifted her she laughed with delight, then offered another as she realized he was guiding them up the stairs without pausing their dance. Sliding down his body as he lowered her she stepped back just enough to let the weight of the gemstones on her dress to find its place on her thighs and not ride up.

One dance led to another and they would pass from one floor to another, not dancing on the stairs but that once. After a great deal of time enjoying those special rooms they grabbed drinks from the bar as well as water, which they both drank quickly after the dancing. “All that is left is through the tree itself, do we dare see what life itself holds for us?”

“I know my life ahead holds, love and beauty as I will have you with me.” When they first met he would say sweet things, but through the months he has refined his compliments to sear them into her memory. “But yes, let us step through the entrance and find what other delights this party holds.”

The paladin took his hand and tugged him along, Zhath giving enough resistance for her to truly have to try and move him as a joke. “If you don’t hurry up I will go find Ori and that man and join them”

Zhathras growled possessively at her, “I do not advise that course of action, Zubrette.”

His growl sent chills down her spine and she could not help the look of desire she shot at him as she turned her head to look at him, “then you better hurry up, my time lord.”

Through the tree, slipping through the roots and staring at the colors that coated the lower passage. Down they went and when they fully entered the room Zubrette knew she found what she had been looking for all night. The pulsing of the music and the acts on the stages were exactly her scene. Drawing him to a booth by where Dicenne was demonstrating his skill in shibari, Zubrette took a seat in Zhathras’ lap.

They had discussed rope play before, but never had indulged much, their passion was too fiery still to try and restrain it in any way. Settled in against his chest Zub’s began to undo the buttons on his vest, once that was done she ran her hands up over his shirt then helped him ease his jacket off. Leaning forward she spoke with a sultry look, “Roll up your sleeves.” This.. this sexy dominant male was part of a fantasy she had often, one that he definitely encouraged her in.

“Look at him, look at her, see the beauty of not just the restraint but her expression of ecstasy at just being bound and shown off for a crowd. The art of this is not always about the sex, but the tying of each knot releases a pressure within that triggers one to absolutely just give themselves over to the moment.”

He listened to her as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he liked the look of wonder on her face as she spoke of the artistry and emotional release of being bound, clearly he had some research to do. “And you would like this? Being suspended as she is in a crowd of people?”

She looked back at him with a half dreamy expression on her face, “Maybe not in public, but yes, I would enjoy this kind of play.” Turning her body, she straddled his lap, not caring that her dress slid up just enough to expose the entire line of her muscled hamstrings and the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath the creation of fabric and blue hued gems. In this position it took very little to press into her knees to rise up and kiss him hungrily, the heat the night had built was a flame that had kindled into a bonfire while she had watched the woman submitting in the interwoven red ropes.

Zhathras responded eagerly, his large hands around to grab the globes of her ass, encouraging her to press against him and open her lips so that he could slide his tongue along hers in a more intimate dance than the ones they had shared above.

Remaining like that until the beat changed to a song Zubrette loved, she broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip gently. “I will be back.” The spitfire of a woman moved to the dance floor nearest their booth, confident enough to take up space and claim it as her own. She danced for him and for herself, rolling her head allowing her hair to fall like a cascade of liquid copper over her face, the motion bleeding down into her body as she rocked and undulated mimicking what they might be doing soon. The athletic form displaying herself in a picture of seduction just for him.

The Dracthyr had to adjust himself as the proof of his reaction to the kiss and now the dance made his leather pants press tightly over him. His blue eyes blazed with intensity, cold fire that was ready to blaze and entwine with the one his Sun blessed beauty embodied. A low rumble of approval ricocheted around his chest cavity and the desire to go and get her made him tighten his grip on the tumbler of bourbon. They had barely had anything to drink but his mind grew hazy, lust drunk, needing to claim her beauty.

As the song faded to another she strode forward purposefully, straddling his lap again, Zubrette leaned in to mock whisper as the music overruled any attempt to speak quietly. “When we are ready, my condo is not so far from here.”

“When we go to your condo you will have weak knees, I might just have to carry you.” His declaration true, he toyed and teased her, his hands ever busy as they kissed and sling along time together. Using a hint of his gift he slowed them so he could spend more time watching her shatter again and again, to the dull throb of the music slowed along with them. When she slumped, sweat sheened and shaky, he grinned wickedly and spoke lowly to her, “Come let us go and seek your condo so we can release the pent up anticipation you have created in me, sun in my sky.”

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Making Yourself a Friend! Making an OC Doll

I have for awhile wanted a doll to play dress up with of my OC. I feel like I am likely not alone in that. When I saw saildraws Splatoon OC's doll--I finally said to myself: I gotta do this. I highly recommend checking out their page for information on creating a Splatoon style doll or getting a commission done for an OC doll.

So for those of you like me who want a little OC egg of your own--here's what I've done so far/what I've learned and where to look for things.

But this is my little sheet so far that I have followed to make my starter Faeriebell, even though they'll likely evolve over time. Sort of a helping to try guide.

So first you want to find a Nendoroid Doll, Obitsu 11, or YMY doll blank to work with. There's lots of them out there, sold on doll sites, Etsy, et cetra. Generally speaking YMY and Ob11 are slightly taller than Nendo dolls--and so some folks will even swap over to Ob11 doll bodies for dressing up their dolls.

(And because of the height and slight size differences while some things will fit between Nendo and Ob11/YMY dolls--there might be tightness in the latter if you're putting them into Nendo clothes.)

So! Get your blank doll!

Next you want to decide how you are doing to do the face--you can paint with miniature paints/acrylics or do soft pastels ala a lot of doll customizers (check out Dollightful!). Or you can do waterslide decals. With pastels/watercolour paint pencils and most waterslide decals it is important to keep in mind you will likely have to seal your doll's face. If you are using sealant--use a respirator mask!!! Take care of yourself and don't risk your health.

Because I am a bit of a coward and don't feel like I have a great place to seal anything--I chose to do my own method. This is stickers. I have a paper sticker for their face mark and clear vinyl stickers on top for their eyes. This is not likely a method for everyone (I use a cricut to cut out my stickers). I recognize it isn't ideal (not everyone might like how it looks), but for now it gets the job done and I personally think they're cute.

Next you will want to look into clothing and hair for your doll. You can get hair and faceplates customized/commissioned by other artists. However, for now because I am just getting starter stuff--I went the route of getting nendo hair and a premade outfit.

For hair--I recommend Etsy--just look under nendoroid hair--or Chibi Chop Shop (I have mine coming from Chibi Chop Shop)! Another site that you can look into is Ebay or Mercari! You might not find a 1:1 of your hair, and it might not even be the right colour. But you can paint the hair to match (either diluted acrylic in multiple layers to hide brushstrokes or airbrush the colour the right shade).

I'll keep y'all up to date as I work on Faeriebell--but some stuff to consider if you want to make your own egg!!

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Pygmalion (IV)

Pairings: Rook/ (Pygmalion) Reader // Idia/Reader (Platonic)

Summary: You were frequently told that your career as a renowned sculptor did not match your dull and less than colorful personality. With your cybernetic hands, you carve the lives and deaths of those long gone‒ producing pieces which have been held in both technical and emotional high regard, dubbing you with the title “Pygm.AI.lion” despite your human heart and brain. When you accidentally still the usually flamboyant archer into silence after he comes across you working in your atelier‒ you find that you’ve become a victim to one of his ceaseless stalkings. Though, you’ve been prey long enough to know how hunt the huntsman himself.

Notes: I've been reading more of Song of Achilles and I'm sobbing. Help lol

Sorry updates have been slow. I've been working between fics‒ I have an Orpheus inspired Vil fic coming out soon-ish??? We'll see how my creativity is fairing after completing this chapter lmao I can feel myself burning out as we speak. Short chapter but I have big things coming next chapter

Comments and kudos always appreciated ヽ(●´ε｀●)ノ

CW: Hints of depression?? Mention of death. Not really much else except bad French oh my god it’s so so bad

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (Here) // Part 5 // Part 6

Masterlist

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Grief anchored you to the ground for minutes? Hours? Days? You weren't sure. Your sense of time had been long broken when you separated from the rhythm of human life‒ and you would let yourself rot for however long you wished, knowing‒ painfully‒ that it would not matter how many more centuries you stayed harbored to that misery, as it would just circle back to the same emptiness. But you knew it was long enough to warrant a visit from Idia of all people, who examined your arm with a careful eye.

"Seems fine now. Your Orpheus system is just lagging because you haven't upgraded your physical body in its entirety for a while.” He let your hand go, falling limp into your lap. “I can whip up something quick‒"

"It's fine." You tried to say it as neutrally as you could, but it came out strained and hoarse instead. Porcelain teeth grazed the insides of your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to fix the dryness in your throat. "I'll be alright, little flame." You corrected.

"Ortho misses you, you know."

"Is that so?" You clenched your fist, testing its movements. "It'll pass."

Idia pushed a stiff breath past his lips to release his growing frustration. "Hah? Sorry‒ what? 'It'll pass?'"

"Yes, it will."

A violent vermillion licked the tips of his hair. "Be so serious right now (Name)." He stood suddenly to his full height, knocking the wooden stool behind him. "You're finally free and this is what you are now?"

He was nearly three feet taller than your sitting height. It would have shook a bit before to see the difference from his small stature during his childhood, and now at the cusp of his adulthood, but it didn’t now. You challenged him with an empty gaze, cold as splintering ice. "And what am I now?"

"You know what I mean."

“I’m not quite sure. Enlighten me.”

"I know it's not simple.” He began. His chest heaved with desperate, slow breaths‒ you could tell that he wasn’t used to raising his voice. There’s a slight pain that made you squint your eyes. “Ortho reminded me that you need to value your heart, as much of a fault in human programming it is. You taught me that first, you know.” If an answer was expected at that time, you did not give it. “If you keep cornering yourself into what S.T.Y.X tried to make of you, you’ll never actually be free from them.”

There was a familiarity in this conversation that slumbered somewhere in your hazy memories, that prompted you to answer as automatically as the reflexes programmed within your bionic muscles.

“You don’t know me.”

Idia’s sudden strength almost surprised you when he picked you up by the scruff of your collar, face bright from the orange flames that flickered onto his face. "No‒ don't you dare‒"

"I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

The door opens wide, revealing Rook with an amused stare. You were sure you locked it‒ but everything seemed to blur together in your head.

"...No." Idia's hands left your collar, letting you fall solidly onto your chair. You slumped into yourself, turning to your drafting table to keep pretending like you were busy like when Idia had first entered.

"Just…think about it, please?" He says quietly, turning away to leave. You couldn’t bring yourself to nod, or shake your head‒ unsure if who he was talking about was truly the one implanted in your mechanical body. So you merely stared at the bare paper, bent and wrinkled from the several days you had spent laboring over its blankness.

“A spat with the Ignihyde house warden? Now that’s a sight to behold. One could only imagine what you have done to prompt such a response.”

“I was being cruel.” You answered‒ almost a warning, a violence to fend him off. That fire felt seasoned in your throat, perhaps you had someone else’s memories deep down that had spat the same wickedness from it.

Rook tried again. "Critique is not quite the same without you."

You felt your voice echo in the hollowness of your body, ringing in your ears. "Really."

"Yes‒ no one appreciates or loves beauty quite like you do." He shakes his head. "As Le chasseur d'amour‒ I find it simply pitiful that I am unable to be in the presence of your masterful critiques anymore."

"I don’t love beauty‒ they were just my observations."

"Ah but I know it‒ I feel it!" He exclaims, pacing between statues bearing foreign faces. "You love beauty most of all‒ Maître d’Ivoire, is it not what has pushed you for all these centuries?"

You evaded his last statement, turning your face sour at the thought of even contemplating what truly had been dragging you through the centuries. "Knowing and feeling are two different things."

"Oh?"

"Knowledge does not require sacrifice. Feeling does." Something deep was swelling inside you, which plunged your voice into a quicker pace. You weren't sure what it was, but it singed more than the archaic violence in your throat. "Knowledge is obsession‒ there is nothing you just give to obtain it. Feeling‒ however‒ is love, it is giving a precious part of yourself to make room for something, someone, whatever." You stumbled over your sentences, urging you to bite your lip to quiet yourself.

"Hm. Then in that case I do not know which one beauty is for me." His hair sways as he turns towards you again. "This is so like you‒ Maître d’Ivoire. You make me question new possibilities. Tell me‒ what do you think it is for me?"

"Hunter of love, you say?"

"Oh, vous parlez ma langue?"

"I lived in the City of Flowers, I speak a bygone version of it."*

"You're from there?"

“Je viens de nulle part.” I am from no where, you dismissed with a quick tongue. "As a hunter‒ do you truly care if it's love or obsession? I imagine it doesn't matter as long as you're fed."

He thinks. "Hm. I suppose it doesn't. But I would like to think I love it.”

“If you merely think of it then you do not love it. Beauty is but knowledge to you. When you love it‒ you feel it, and let it feel you‒ unravel you, break you if you stay long enough.”

The smile began to falter from his lips. Cruel, you knew it. But you had warned him, hadn’t you? The words didn’t stop from your mouth. “Obsession is young, it takes, it conquers. It is tethered to ephemerality, and therefore is the brightest, the most beautiful. But it devours itself eventually. To love is pain. To love is to prevail beauty, to feel absolute reverence in whatever shape it takes. If in your eyes…” the breath hooked heavily in your chest, reminded of his words, “With my human eyes, that's all I can see”. You started again. “If in your eyes, it is beauty, then so be it. But to love it is to know you'll grieve over and over and over again, for it is a part of your heart." When you talked with him, you felt so sure of your words despite the centuries weighing heavy on your chest. You pierced your gaze into his own, looking far into the lush green of his eyes. “Would you fear that? Lingering and loving a thing enough to know it’s absence, le chasseur d'amour?”

Hunter of love. The title he wore like a crown felt like dust when it touched your lips. Once again, you were blurring the picture of clarity in his mind with a hazy heat, an aching hunger which rolled inside him that urged him to join your hands in breaking beauty, breaking truth. But he remained frozen.

His eyes shook at your words, your unblinking gaze searching for any fear, any grief, anything‒ in hopes that he would pluck it from its own heart and hand them to you‒ fill you with any particle of humanity. If it was him, surely it would feel fresh like the hunger in his eyes. Rook clambered those things in his chest, he felt the roles of the hunt were tipping, fiercely tumbling between animal and human‒ but he felt himself allowing it for once, his grip loosening and his chest swelling euphorically at his flowering palms.

“I am not scared.” He reveals quietly to you, as if whispering a secret. “Just greedy for it. For everything. Maybe it’s not all black and white as you say.”

Too many fruit bore in front of his eyes, and every second he spent inspecting one made another rot. He starved below the base of the fruit tree, paralyzed in choosing which delectable sweetness he could latch his lips onto for eternity. There’s no time, no time, not enough, he seethes.

You saw the quiet fire in his eyes, looking aside in shame. You had no right on the matter‒ you could linger as long as you could‒ you had the choice to leave people first before they hollowed you out with their absence. And even if you stayed, it would be fossilized under the deep pressure of eternity‒ their faces would become unknown to even you, forgotten forever. True death‒ you witnessed it, created it over and over.

Right, this again. Humans did not have this privilege. But you did.

You felt far, impossibly small for these vast things.

“Yes. You’re right.” I am no longer entitled to such things.

“Then how about you? Do you love it?”

“I…” I shouldn’t. I can’t. Not again.“…I have no right on the matter. You shouldn’t listen to me.”

His frown loosened into disappointment. He grips his sensitivities back into his chest once more, quieting his footsteps as a kindness as he walks towards the door. “I see”.

You clumsily clasped his wrist with your gloved hand. “Wait‒” He turns, with wild eyes. “I didn’t mean‒“ What were you doing?

Despite the stillness in his body, you could feel the warmth rumbling through his wrist through your gloves, into you sensors. “Can I show you instead? And‒ you could help me decide?" You felt like a child again, begging for forgiveness, justifying your ignorance to people twice your size. "I don’t know. I truly don’t. I wish I could tell you. I'm sorry."

“...Okay.”

You slid your arm to cup your hand over his. His lips twisted slightly, but allowed you to guide his fingers towards a familiar statue, encrusted with soft, pink wax. You pressed it against where her cheek was, her flushed skin, warmed from the sunlight and life that was fleeting within when you touched her with your bare hand. You felt hers, then his heartbeat jump in your hands.

“Tell me, what does she say to you?”

Rook was silent for a moment. “Can it speak?”

“Her.” You corrected gently, running his hand in across her jaw with the soft force of your own. “Her name…I cannot remember, time is bitter to me right now. But feel her‒ what do you feel from her?” You felt your fingers lingering on his own, before they parted from him, your body falling to a chair.

As he felt the fluttering heartbeat‒ gradually slowing in his hands, a storm of stimulation buzzed inside him. This felt like sweetness leaving his lips, leaving his mouth dry, but honeyed. She feels green with greed, but in the light it shines pink‒ like tender flesh, like love; and blue, like the quiet entropy of the cosmos. Everything felt so raw‒ the colors and his senses fresh to him like a child, or a man nearing death. When the beating burrowed in the wax slowed to a whisper, she felt lighter against his touch. But he still felt her warmth dancing in his palms, leaving a ripple of colors before it turned snowy white in his mind. A frosted fragrance, like pine, smoldering to ash in the fireplace. It reminded him of Christmas nights with his siblings, where distant laughter could be heard in the room over as he drifted into blissful stillness. The warmth felt like a hand in the dark‒ like when his father had guided him through the forest on early winter mornings to see the sun rise. Your love carved into this cold flesh‒ felt so alive, felt like everything, everywhere, all at once.

He felt a swelling in his entire body, every nerve, every cell in his body felt bigger than he was, threatening to burst at his seams. It was the same feeling he had felt when he first encountered this statue‒ a bittersweet fire at his tongue, something writhing under his bones, begging to dig its way out.

The beauty of your craft had been knowledge, something he had merely observed before. But even his exceptionally sharp eyes could not have felt so tenderly, this, that, here, there, all of it. Only when you had led his hand heavy towards fleeting life, a ceaseless thing you had felt in the centuries of your existence‒ had he truly loved the heaven-laden beauty crafted by your hands. You were right. Before, he didn't want to give a single drop of himself‒ seizing your life as a fruitful opportunity, sweet but quick to rot. Now, he felt himself sinking into it, feeling, smelling, and tasting its whole as a part of himself, before he carried that flesh to his mouth to become a part of his mortal blood. Oh gods, it was delicious to eat the world so tender. He could feel himself falling off his bones.

“Do you think that is love? It’s been six hundred years‒“ You gulped the heavy air between those words. “I just know anymore‒ what humanity or beauty or love is. I'm a fraud. I'm no artist. A fraud."

He suddenly understood Idia’s angered response. If you were a fraud what was he? “Maître d’Ivoire. You know better than anyone, those words could not possibly be true.” The muscles behind his eyes tightened from the salt that lurched behind them. He cradled his own thoughts in his chest, guarding it with such tightness he feared he might break them. He let go to reach a hand towards your bare hand‒ feeling the warmth pouring from yours into his bones, softening that hold inside of him even more. When he spoke, he merely traced the words inside of him, spending no time decorating with meticulous distance like he always had.

“It feels like a storm is buzzing inside me. Like the bitter chill of a quiet morning. Like sweetness leaving my lips‒ spacious, but sweetened. She feels green with greed but shines pink in the light‒ like tender flesh, like love; and blue like the quiet entropy of the cosmos.”

“Oh‒“

“Allow me to finish. Everything feel so raw when I touched her‒ I felt like. Child or a man of his deathbed. And when the life stopped‒ it still felt warm, and colorful. It was like cool pine, smoldering to ash in the fireplace. Like Christmas nights with my family, nights where I hear distant auger from the other room while I drifted off to sleep. The warmth felt like my father’s hand in the dark‒ when he guided me through the forest on early winter mornings to see the sunrise.” He sucked in a deep breath to catch his own. “If this is the life and death you have touched others with is not love, I would not want to know it.”

You gave him an owlish stare, unable to give a response to his words. Now, you felt far too close, tethered to your body and its rising warmth that tingled at your cheeks. You brought your fingers to your face to check your temperature. They shook with your twitching blood, unable to register anything other than their tremble. If you had a stomach, you would have heaved it out with your heart at that moment you realized Rook was still holding your bare hand in his own.

“That’s so…” Your hand squeezed his. “…sappy.”

Rook gave you the same look you had a second ago, before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You quickly trailed behind him with your own chuckles, but you don’t let eachother’s hands go. The atelier fills with the lightness of your laughters, the two of you clutching stomachs and throwing your heads back and forth, but you don’t let eachother’s hands go. The weight of that touch grounds the soaring feeling inside of you, hand in hand, sharing that gravity together.

“Not only are you an artist‒ you are a comedian too? Fantastique!”

“Only because I did not know you were such a sap! But I should have guessed‒ le chasseur d'amour.” Your laughter began to die down to chuckles. “It’s been centuries since I’ve laughed like this.”

“I am glad to be the reason you have.”

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Notes:

You know, in a perfect world, there would be an English or Japanese to Old French translator. Or I would have some linguistic talent. Unfortunately the transition from Roman Vulgar Latin (the dialect of Classic Latin spoken in the Western Roman Empire) to French is so fucking convoluted because Charlemagne tasked an English who didn’t even speak a lick of Latin (or any Romance languages) to “French-ify” it by making all of the spelling literal from the pronouciation of the Latin word. Also French has a bunch of other influences like Celtic languages (Gaulish‒ because oh yeah, the Roman Empire was big but so were the Goths) and others because after the Roman Empire fell, things were a little bit chaotic until countries began to differentiate themselves by the Middle Ages were Middle French emerged as a closer relative to contemporary French.

If it’s one thing I can’t do it’s languages. I can barely speak my native language (Japanese) or my second language (English), and sometimes I’m illiterate like genuinely I look at my writing sometimes and I’m like ….What? I’m sure you all share similar sentiments about my writing sometimes lol. But sorry for the historical accuracy this time. My academic Achilles heel consists of non-applicable math and sciences, and linguistics.

Fruit tree analogy stolen from The Bell Jar lol I love Sylvia Plath

Sorry this was kind of short. But I have something bigger planned for the next chapter

[picturespurple-68]

My secret Santa gift for @aph-america I hope you like it! The prompt I chose was sci-fi au and I wanted to practice doing a different way of writing a fic so this is what I came up with.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word count: 1,641

From the Research of Alfred F. Jones

These are the notes that I, senior biological researcher, Alfred F. Jones have taken of the newly discovered intelligent alien life forms known as ‘rocerits’. Contact between our species was made about seven months ago when our vessel The Nebula responded to a distress call from a free floating botany ship. In a one-in-a-billion moment, a meteorite had shot through their fuel storage leaving them stranded until we came to help.

Seeing this new biological discovery, my superior Dr.Kirkland and I went about documenting the many physical discrepancies between our species and theirs. Noted major differences were their enormous height (avg. 7’ 7” ft/ 231 cm), large weight (avg. 324 lbs/ 147 kg), lightly pink colored skin, and the strange way their language, for the most part, matched up in tones with the human language Russian.

The purpose of this paper is for supplemental information and further details on their basic biological functions can be found through Dr.Kirkland’s reports. My motivation for writing this is that I wanted to take a more thorough look into the rocerits’ romantic and sexual habits and by my luck, the head botanist, hereby known by the alias “Vanya”, was more than ready to help me gather my information.

Subject

Name: “Vanya”

Human Sex Equivalent: Male

Human Age Equivalent: 24 years old

Height: Unusually short for his species at 6’ 5” ft/196 cm

Weight: 253 lbs/115 kg

Skin Details: A light pastel pink color, similar in texture to humans except much harder to cut/prick

Eyes: Deep purple, the most common type of color for their species

Hair: A silver-white color, almost blonde

Other Physical Descriptors: Thick but pillowy thighs, wide hips, slight pudge around stomach, and no nipples as they do not breastfeed

In just the first few months of meeting, Vanya adjusted to the Earth language Russian and fascinatingly, learned quite a bit of English to be able to carry on the conversations necessary for our research. This is what I’ve recorded from the last couple months of our interactions.

Cooler Body Temperature

From the jump, rocerits do not consume food like the way humans do but instead work like plants by using large bodies of heat/light to convert to energy. Because of this, their bodies are much cooler than ours in order to withstand the heat for longer periods of time and interestingly, it seems that they are highly attracted to the warmth generated by other biological beings, such as humans.

A tip for those sharing a room with a rocerit: if sleeping in separate beds, keep the room warm (72°F/ 22°C minimum) and use a personal fan for yourself. If you’re sharing the same bed, keep the temperature however you want but be prepared to be cuddled by an enormous cool body.

Transcript of a recording taken 07/24/2XXX at 1:13 AM:

[BEGIN LOG]

(There’s the muffled sound of sheets rustling)

Alfred: (Groggily) Well good morning to you too Vanya~

Vanya: (Surprised) O-Oh um…wrong bed sorry–

(Vanya attempts to leave. More rustling happens followed by a yelp and a thudding against the bed)

Alfred: Hey, where do you think you’re going?

Vanya: As I said, I-I just got into the wrong bed…

(No response)

Alfred: Dude if you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just asked.

(No response)

Alfred: C’mere.

(Alfred positions Vanya and himself to be facing each other, legs entwined and bodies pressed flushed)

Alfred: Hmm, so soft and cool~ You’re so nice to hold.

(It’s quiet except for the sound of soft breathing)

Vanya: …So are you.

[END LOG]

Scenting Glands

Rocerits express intimacy first through scenting their partner with pheromones secreted from glands located around their neck and shoulders. Hugs are seen as a more intimate act between each other and in Vanya’s case, he was a big cuddler. Due to a past incident Vanya did not want disclosed to this paper, there was scaring around his neck that affected his ability to scent others. However, to my surprise, it still had such an intense effect on even humans that I practically couldn't even keep my hands off him.

A tip for a quick solution to a horny rocerit: litter their neck and shoulders with hickeys/bite marks to bring them to a fast climax.

Transcript of a recording taken 08/16/2XXX at 7:36 PM:

[BEGIN LOG]

(A chair sound squeaks because Vanya is clinging to Jones’ back over his chair in his office)

Alfred: (Amused) What are you doing?

Vanya: You said you would be done by now.

Alfred: I know, but Artie keeps piling on more information for me to add to this report. Look, how about in an hour ngh–

(The taller man takes a light bite of the exposed skin above Jones’ shirt collar)

Alfred: (Stifling a whine in his throat) D-Dude, I’m almost done. Believe me, I wanna fuck you so bad…just let me finish and save this paragraph.

(In irritation, Vanya pulls Jones away from his desk to sit on his lap in his chair)

Vanya: Humans are impossible creatures, you overwork yourselves, your biology is complicated and messy, (he begins releasing pheromones to entice Jones) and you only respond when I have to take drastic measures.

Alfred: (Shudders from the effects) God, such a needy man! You wanna cum so badly huh? Fine.

(Alfred keeps the man held tightly in his embrace. There’s a small noise of clothing being removed as he takes off Vanya’s scarf to leave a multitude of hickeys around the scarring of his neck. The next several minutes are filled with the sound of lips against skin, Vanya’s moaning, and the chair’s creaking growing louder. When Alfred gives his Adam’s apple a sharp bite, there’s a sudden loud gasp that turns into a low groan. All that’s left heard is the sound of quiet breathing)

Alfred: (Breathing labored) There, are you happy now? My lips feel all numb and tingly.

Vanya: Hmm, now it is your turn~

(He tries to grab at Alfred’s pants but the man bats his hands away)

Alfred: Ah ah ah, come on man, I need to finish this report or Artie’ll put a strike against me. Here, (hands him his room keys) you can clean up in my room and I’ll meet you when I’m done ‘kay?

[END LOG]

Intercourse

With a lack of a digestive system, rocerits do not have a need for a colon or anus. However, reproduction still requires a male and female individual. Female rocerits, like female humans, have a vulva, and males have a penis while their testicles remain inside their cooled bodies. In a fascinating discovery, similar to how all human sexes retain their nipples, rocerit biology also has all sexes retain an orifice between their legs that works in a similar function to a vagina with the exception that males of the species are unable to carry children. With Vanya’s help, I’ve also learned how, evolutionarily, their hole is able to clench down tight onto their partner to ensure that pregnancy happens.

A tip for those in the penetrative position with a rocerit: be absolutely prepared to be connected to your partner for a while as their orgasms last longer than humans.

Transcript of a recording taken 09/04/2XXX at 3:48 PM:

[BEGIN LOG]

(Alfred sits on his knees between Vanya’s spread legs, both are only in their underwear)

Vanya: Why does the recording need to be on now?

Alfred: I told you I need to get this on record for my research!

Vanya: You just want to record us having sex.

Alfred: No! This is purely for educational purposes and will be totally helpful for future interspecies research.

Vanya: (Deadpan) Right. Because nothing is more informational than pornography.

(There's a pause of silence between the two)

Alfred: (Quietly) …Are you cool with it? I can stop the recording if you want.

(Another pause)

Vanya: You are sweet~ (He pulls him down for a kiss) Go on, gather all the “research” you need.

(For a few minutes the sounds of kissing and soft moans are heard. At the rustling of clothing being removed, heavier breathing and the wet noise of Alfred fingering Vanya open fill the room)

Alfred: God, when I bite your shoulder you squeeze my fingers so damn tightly… (Teasingly) Want me to make you cum from just my hand~?

Vanya: Nyet! (Scenting grows) Alfred please…

(Alfred, head hazy, growls and hurries to slam himself inside the older man. The constant squeaking of the bed is soon drowned out by Vanya’s cries and Alfred’s grunting as they build up a fast, desperate rhythm)

Alfred: (Muffled against Vanya’s neck) Shit– So good! So go–ghh!

(After a bit, Vanya lets slip a whine, clinging to the smaller man as he reaches orgasm. Alfred tenses when Vanya involuntarily clenches down, gripping him in a bruising hold and making him cum immediately)

Alfred: Fuck hah–!

(Vanya is still out of it when Alfred comes back to his senses and, unable to pull out, is easily overstimulated)

Alfred: Ivah–Vanya let go, pleeease! (He cums again) Ngh–

(The taller man, exhausted, finally calms down enough to release Alfred with a pleased hum. The younger man is near passing out when he collapses limp onto Vanya as the audio then goes silent)

[END LOG]

After about nine months, we were finally able to fully repair their ship. Passing along planet coordinates, we expect our species to make further contact with each other within the next few years. I thank the rocerits for their cooperation in our data collecting and I specifically expect to continue my work with Vanya for the foreseeable future.

Note: Alfred I am not going to publish what is essentially smut! Stop sending this to my desk!

- Dr. A. Kirkland

[akookminsupporter]

This is a Jikook blog, so I apologize for the slight off topic. But you always provide interesting and insightful thoughts on various topics, and Tae is ATM trending worldwide after posting a picture of himself on the scale...where it is obvious how severely underweight he is (his declared height is 179), and people are praising him for starving himself.

This is SO WRONG on so many levels, esp. bc in recent days he's had an IG update saying how tired and spent he's been feeling and how he hates being on a diet.

Jimin and jk had done the same at different moments in their life and even tho I feel like jk is the one with the 'healthier sense of self' (he's the only one who openly shared he never let his weight drop under 70kgs despite popular demand) all of them without exception are so conditioned by the idea of 'being thin' that it's freaking scary.

Can't we all stop praising people who are loosing too much weight, pretty please? I am asking this as sb who recovered from an eating disorder and knows very well how shitty and dangerous it is.

And I know how severe the environment is in south Korea if you are overweight, but fuck that shit. We have to start changing things by changing our perspective first. Thin does not equal powerful or good looking ffsake. The fact that BTS - the biggest artist in the world - feel the need to be alarmingly thin saddens me and sickens me to the core.

They are all so naturally good looking humans, I'd just like them to be happy and healthy and free.

TW: weight, diets, extreme diets.

This is a topic that is a bit complicated to deal with from personal experience. My body weight is something I've struggled with my whole life so I don't know if I'm the one to talk about it anon, but thanks for the vote of confidence.

I did see the picture obviously.

I don't know if saying he is 'severely underweight' is correct. You don't know that and I think experts have spoken out that it's not correct to base your weight on your height. You can't determine your "correct weight" by how tall you are alone. Many other things must be considered as well. I think you are judging without knowing.

It's true that BTS members often go on extreme diets that technically don't sound healthy at all but it's also true that I don't know their diet plans and I don't know if they do that with medical supervision, which they have hinted that they do.

We have also seen that they have workout routines that an 'extremely underweight' person would not be able to cope with for long and not to mention their choreography and practices.

I think all or many of us have been exposed in one way or another to that part of Korean culture which is not healthy at all although for them it is "normal" but it doesn't mean that it is something we should do as well. I think here it's more about understanding that what others do doesn't mean that you should do it too, we all have to understand that our bodies are different from each other.

Celebrating extreme dieting is not good, celebrating disproportionate eating is not good either and respecting but others is.

It's easy to criticise something from the outside but just because it's easy doesn't mean it's right.

The only thing I can say is that everyone should do what they think is right for their body and respect but not always imitate the decisions of others over their own.

I am so glad to read that you recovered from an ED, anon.

[let-me-be-an-egg-toast]

CHAPTER 1: THE BIG SLEEP PROLOGUE - SCENE 1 - SCENE 2

CUT TO: EXT. UNKNOWN WAREHOUSE - NIGHT (DOWNPOUR) MURPHY walks in front of the warehouse, all of its large gates opened, revealing the empty darkness from within the establishment. He looks around warily, checking for hidden agents, anchors, anything. [UNKNOWN]: Hello, Mr. Law. MURPHY quickly turns his head to the warehouse, and a pair of floating round glasses at one of its gates looked back at him in the pouring rain, edges glistening in the moonlight. This was O5-1, and all we can tell you is she's no longer welcomed to the Foundation. For purposes we will still be using her former title. Her body could not be seen, the darkness of the warehouse completely covering it without even a hint of her silhouette, adding eerieness to her presence before him. Guessing based on the height of her glasses, she had to be a bit taller than him. MURPHY exasperatedly sighs. MURPHY: Jesus toots - couldn't you have chosen a better place to stand in? O5-1: I'm easily recognizable except when I'm in complete shadow, Mr. Law. Apologies if I startled you. MURPHY silently scoffs. MURPHY: [sarcastic] Oh no need to worry - I'm more concerned on other things. O5-1: [serious] Well I hope they don't distract you Murphy, because right now I need your utmost focus and trust. She sighs. O5-1: Look- She steps out of the gate, revealing her tall frame cloaked in a long coat. Her glasses were perched in front of a blank, porcelain mask. Her hands were covered in white gloves, with one of them holding a mysterious suitcase, rain now hitting and dripping off of it. Despite only a slight difference in height, her appearance makes her feel as if she were towering over MURPHY. O5-1: -I am going to say this as quick as I can. I know you have your reasons. You have every right not to trust me at this moment, but I want you to do so - if only for this once. See, this- She lifts the luggage up, drops of water scattering from it. MURPHY's gaze drifts towards it. O5-1: This is bigger than you and me. Bigger than any of us. All I can tell you right now that it is important we destroy this, as quickly as we can. MURPHY eyes it warily, suspicion slowly crawling inside like a snake inching towards its gullible prey. MURPHY: Why me? Why not one of your squadrons or agents? One of them has to still be loyal to you. She sighs. O5-1: All of them are under a tight leash by my...former co-workers. But you're not. You're not connected to any authority; and that's exactly what I need right now. MURPHY opens his mouth to speak until O5-1 cut him off. O5-1: Look, we wasted too much time. I'll tell you more in the drive, but we need to get going- A bullet suddenly zips past the both of them, putting a hole in the concrete wall behind O5-1, mere milimeters from her head, causing her and MURPHY to immediately back away. O5-1: -now. Without another word, she quickly grabs MURPHY's wrist and bolts away, dragging him with her. Another shot rang dangerously between the two of them, almost hitting MURPHY in the process. Splatters from shallow rain puddles echoed their every footstep in the night as they darted through the rain. More bullets rapidly followed their trail like greyhounds to rabbits, hitting against walls of concrete or glass. They finally reached the car, quickly climbing in as O5-1 hurried MURPHY. O5-1: [panicked] GO GO GO- MURPHY: [muttering] Don't have to tell me twice, woman. MURPHY grimaced as he sent the gas pedal to the floor, sending the vehicle 80mph, its tires loudly skidding from the speed. They went off into the distance, to God knows where.

[vwk7121]

ARDN631 Saskia Norman Week 1

For the photos up until DSC_1300 I was listening to and thinking of the song Dance The Night by Dua Lipa, and I feel that the bright lighting helps to brighten the mood and express how pop the song is. I am not usually very expressive on camera so it was challenging for me to show the mood in these photos, but in comparison to the next set they look a lot lighter and clearer.

For the the photos DSC_1329 onwards I was listening to and thinking of the song 80s Mercedes Maren Morris, and while this song doesn't have a dark mood it was definitely not as bright and pop as the other song. This song has a slower and more country sound, so I tried to express that through the more yellow lighting and with a different mirror. These ones were really challenging to shoot because the mirror was old and had a lot of scratches and other marks that kept messing with the camera's focus, so some of them are a bit blurry and even are solely focused on those marks.

I did try using the self timer to take some self portraits but I didn't have a way to set the camera up in front of a mirror so I wasn't able to take any photos hands free, but I figured out how to do it so I could if I needed to.

Fiona Pardington

I chose this photo because I hadn't been seeing many side profile portraits while researching so I found it interesting. The lighting in this one is really striking to me because of the way such specific areas are highlighted so brightly, which add more depth and detail to the head. The dark shadows are very strong which means that they are visible against the dark grey sculpture, and creates a nice contrast with the lighter parts.

The composition of the sculpture shows off the fine detail of the side profile that may not be appreciated from a front view. The close up framing means that the sculpture is directly in the center of the image, and means that it catches attention much more than the plain white background.

Edith Amituanai

This photo has interesting composition and setting, and the lighting really completes the mood overall. The lighting is very dull, seemingly all natural light coming from a window on the right, but it gives off the look of artificial lighting from how much it seems to be coming from behind the camera. This warm-toned lighting creates a homely feeling, which fits with the homely and family life mood and setting of the image.

The composition is very zoomed out, showing the subject's fully body, and he is centered with the fireplace, which draws in a lot of focus to him. He is slightly diagonally-facing which creates some slight shadows along the left side, since the light seems to be hitting from the right to the middle. All of this gives the photo a very nostalgic feeling to it, since the background shows that it really was just taken in a home. Edith Amituanai is described as “a village photographer.” because of this exact mood and feeling she is able to create with her work.

Dunn, M. (2019). Edith Amituanai - essay. Photo Forum Online. https://www.photoforum-nz.org/blog/2019/7/5/edith-amituanai-essay

Laurence Aberhart

Since this image is in black and white and is taken outside with a lot of soft natural lighting, there is hardly any dynamic range with everything very defused and dulled. The darkest parts of the image are the hair and clothing, which isn't affected by the lighting, so the image doesn't have a very intense mood which seems for fitting for a photo of children.

The composition of the image is very centered and zoomed out, capturing their full bodies and even having them truely centered by sitting so their feet aren't touching the bottom edge. The children are positioned with the shortest in the middle so the heights are symmetrical on each side, and the window/door indent area they are sitting in makes for a more interesting background while seeming more silly and child-like. Since he uses a large format camera his photos and compositions are "more considered in a formal sense." (Museum of Contemporary Art Ltd., 2013).

Museum of Contemporary Art Ltd. (2013). South of no North. https://static1.squarespace.com/static/54728164e4b081a2addc014d/t/54b5f17be4b05e2e7fb60546/1421209979414/South+of+no+North.pdf

[spoekelse]

I’m so so sick of seeing American customary units defenders taking about what’s “intuitive”

The only thing american customary is good for is height in ft/inches, but centimetres work just as well. Better, even. If you're doing heights that people generally are, you've got the 5 ft range, and the 6 ft range. With centimetres you have 150cm range, 160 cm range, 170 cm range, and 180 cm range. And if those are too many syllables for you, you can just slap in a decimal point and have it be 1.5, 1.6 metres etc.

Then they start talking your ear off about Fahrenheit vs. Celsius like “it’s people oriented” even though the human body temperature is not 100°, but… 98.6?? As if 32° for a freezing temperature makes more sense than 0° for freezing and 100° for boiling? Please be real.

(context)

What am I reading here? Those sandwiches aren’t actually a foot long. Only roughly. We have Subway sandwich establishments worldwide, and (at least in Norway) they’re still called footlongs, because people understand that’s a size of sandwich. It says in the fine print if you really don’t know. People are not calling them “0.3 metre sandwiches”. It’s like how people got used to Starbuck’s weird sizes- “tall, grande, venti”.

If feet are really so important to the measurement of sandwiches, they will stand the test of time. Like how in Japan, the floor space in houses is still measured in terms of tatami mats, and sake is still sold by gō.

When it comes to temperature, there are far too many factors that go into sensing temperature changes, enough that (imo) there’s no great difference between Fahrenheit and Celsius. Humans will sense a 0.1° per second increase but not a 0.5° per minute increase. Humidity and wind vastly change perceptions of temperature, and within certain ranges, people are much better at detecting slight differences.

[tutuandscoot]

I always find it interesting to compare TS to other skaters, because when you mostly just watch them and their programs it’s easy to marvel at just how good they are and… like they are legitimately just so much better than everyone else.. they just are and if you have a spare few days I’d be happy to run through all those things with you. But when you can directly compare to others it makes pointing out those things objectively an easier way to see the differences.

So this is a really good post to compare some slight differences that really make TS just so much more polished and aesthetically pleasing to watch.

As always this is not to insult or talk poorly about others, these are all great athletes but it’s just to highlight TS’s differences. Also, I fully understand there are movement difference between TS who are dancers and ME (I’m just gonna use initials) who are pairs skaters and just typically don’t have that same attention to movement details as TS would though out their training.

But here we go:

The first thing my eyes go to is the position of T’s legs. As she finishes her spin she places her toe pick, finishes the pivot and that right foot doesn’t move as she lays back. That allows her to put her weight onto that leg so she can straighten and turn out her left leg. Whereas M, she may be off balance or just hasn’t placed her pick hard enough, so after she initially places it in she moves it again as she lays back. At first it actually seems she’s placed it in the wrong place so she would have to lay on her side, so she moves it again to align herself to go down on her back. Whereas all T’s weight is on her toe pick (right side), M still clearly has weight on her left leg. Therefore she is unable to turn it out as she lays down, and it ends up in a quite unattractive turned in position on the inside blade edge (T’s is on her outside edge). T is also pointing her right toe even as she isn’t weight bearing by the end- she presses the arch of her foot forward to make it point (as much as is possible in skates), M has hers in a flexed position resting on the back of the toe pick.

It’s a little hard to judge fully from the angle, but it kinda looks as though M leans back with her body in a straight alignment, meaning there is less of a fluid motion to get her to that end pose, where as T you can see starts to sit down on his lap slightly before rolling through her spine to lay back. I am fully aware of each teams respective height differences and it may be that M is to short to sit on E’s lap- so that’s fine she can’t really do anything about that, I just thought I’d point it out though.

You can also see M holds onto E with her left hand almost immediately, where’s as T leaves her left hand/arm out and let’s it float down to him as she lays that little bit further back. (Coordinated with how he holds her head).

I’m gonna interrupt here to say while I did say initially there are differences between teams in the way they move given their respective disciplines, however, they are all doing the same chore here (and quite simple chore at that). So it’s not as though there are just minor quality differences, there are also slight differences to the exact movements they are doing. Did (I think it was Jeff Buttle that did this) want the girls to hold with one hand or two, did he want their left legs turned out? I have no way of knowing.. but these are things when it comes to group dances, if the choreographer has specified what he/she/they wants, it shouldn’t matter your respective training, everyone should be doing the same thing.

And similar to the point about M laying back more more straight and stiff, whereas T is more fluid, it kind of looks as though the way she grabs E with both hands that he may not have had her securely or she felt off balance, whereas you can see S has T securely initially with his right hand wrapped around her pulling her close to him and is then guiding her down.

Once again it’s hard with the different angles but it looks to me as though S is laying over T at more of left leaning angle towards her but E is more just bending straight forward over her.

With TS this makes a lovely final movement because she is rolling though her spine to lay down and he is following the contour of her body to lay down over her at the same angle. He also very delicate takes her head to support it- same as how T doesn’t grab him with her left hand straight away, he waits till she’s relaxed and he can take the weight of her head to support her. With M+E you can briefly see in the first gif he kinda quickly goes to support her head even before she has layed back.

Overall it looks as though M+E are rushing the movement whereas TS are indulging in it. They aren’t chasing the music, they are just in the music, it’s like the music conforms to their movement. But M+E (maybe) it’s like just do it and get down. (That may seem harsh, however I’ve watched quite a few of ME competitive programs and I feel the same way about their musicality at times- so it’s not just this).

So those are just a few things I’d thought I’d point out. Again it’s not to insult or judge others as being worse because they are obviously very talented, but in the discussion of what makes TS so much better, part of it and specifically in discussing movement quality it’s details like this.

@dencan’s Video: (x)