#thermal image stuff

[felisuuu]

Whoops I thought I had this posted here

Also sorry for waiting a long time for a new post. Like the title says I thought I had it posted here and plus I've been occupied with school and making a post about my oc lore. These are Louella and Michael and ye basically Louella bad Michael good and uhh I added a bunch of stuff to make it look cool and two versions cause I'm indecisive

[minnies-puppydoll]

{ Kinkmas Day 1: }

❄️ .*•snow bitten•*. ❄️

pairing: bangchan x reader

summary: you beg chan to play in the snow with you, but who knew it would be that cold? but don’t worry, he’ll always be there to warm up his favorite little girl.

warnings: daddy kink, caretaker roles, praise, comfort, manhandling, degradation, pussy eating, size kink/mentions of being smaller than chan, slapping, nipple play, let me know if i missed any!!

the snow fell peacefully on your face as you watched the white, foggy sky. days like these with chan are always the best.

you thoroughly insisted on coming outside to play in the snow, despite chan telling you its too cold and to wait for the thermal coats he bought to come in the mail. but, he knows his girl, always so impatient.

so you throw on a sweater and a thin jacket, obviously not enough to be let outside by chan, so you slowly open the cold doorknob and let your boots hit the snow.

you step around slowly, taking in how the ice cascades along the ground, covering all the the plush, green grass that once was. you scoop some up with your hands, the little crystals bite at your hands warmth, you forgot mittens.

despite your impatient disobedience, chan was an amazing caretaker to you. it’s like he knows everything about you. your fears, insecurities, and doubts, they’re all his now. always have been. chan enjoys having someone to take care of, he loves feeling needed, you both were made for eachother it seems.

you and chan have been dating for half a year now, yet sex was still a fresh topic. sure, you wanted to many times, but chan wants you to wait. you thought it was because he didn’t want you, but he quickly made sure to correct that.

“no no, sweet girl. of course i want you, but i want you to learn to feel safe and secure without feeling like you need to have sex with me, i don’t want you to do it for reassurance. can you wait for me? daddy wants you very much, little angel.”

waiting is hard. he’s evil using that nickname then telling you to wait. you know he’s right, but progress is nothing when you run your hands along yourself, pretending he finally decided to have you.

its easy to worry about things when you’re surrounded by such peace and silence, alone with your thoughts while chan isn’t there to take them all away like usual.

what if he abandons you? or maybe you’re just holding him back? what if always having to take care of you is a nuisance to him?

chan always said they were useless thoughts, and that he’ll always love you, but its hard to not overthink with everything that happened with the men in your life growing up.

..what if you’re dissapointing him right now by sneaking out into the yard? tears start to fill up your eyes.

“i’m sorry, chan.”

you mutter under your cold, visible breath to the image you made of him standing over you, his arms crossed with a fed up expression. but, when you turn around, you bump into something, no, someone warm with firm shoulders wrapped in a thick sweater.

chan greets your eyes with a smile when you open them, one that makes you melt despite the unforgiving snow, one that fills up that empty core inside yourself with safety and security, one that shows you no signs of irritance or resent, just pure, unconditional love. nothing like the chan your insecurities made in your head.

“enjoying the snow, my little angel? warm enough?”

the nickname washes your fears away, healing your upset mind. you can only look up at him innocently through your lashes, nodding your head and playing with the button on his coat.

“mhm. sorry i left. um..chan?”

“hm?”

“..you would tell me if i was too clingy? or just annoying sometimes, right? i know it’s a hassle to always take care of me or..stuff like that.”

you say avoiding his gaze and pouting, chan pets your hair, caressing his hand down to the back of your neck to cup your cheek softly with his big, firm hands. all of a sudden you don’t wanna play anymore, you wanna be with him.

“sweet girl..i know. im not upset with you at all. nothing you can do or say could ever stop me from loving you, remember?”

all of the feelings you wished you could’ve felt back then as a little girl poured into your head and spilled from your eyes and into chans chest as you pressed closer to him, nuzzling into his comforting scent and dependable chest.

he knows how vulnerable you can get when you feel like this suddenly, so chan holds you, placing his hand on the back of your head so you feel safe. when you pull away to look at him, he takes your small hand in his, stroking your skin with his thumbs. but, he stops when he notices you shivering. the snow soaked your clothes and left you wet and cold in his arms.

“..daddy?”

“hm?”

“i want to tell you something else..but i don’t want you to get mad at me.”

you say, chewing on your nail. chan smiles fondly at you.

“what is it? you know you i love you. more than anything in the entire world.”

“..i want..to start having sex with you. not for selfish reasons anymore, just need to feel you. is that okay?”

for a moment chan is silent, its a painful silence for you. please, say something. anything. then, chan starts giggling.

“..daddy?”

“im so proud of you. using your words for me, hm? need me inside you? need to feel my heart closer to you, baby? god, i think if i loved you anymore i might really explode.”

you hide your face in his chest again, burning with shyness. you didn’t think it be this easy, now you just wish he would stop teasing and fuck you already.

“feel better? come here. lets go inside and get you warmed up, silly girl.”

i guess there is a god.

chan sits you down on the large bed with thick, winter comforters cushioning you softly.

gently, but without delay, he begins to unbutton your coat. he gazes into your eyes with every soft clasp, as if you and him are the only ones in the universe..it hums an intimate fuzzing in your head, and an un-wholesome reaction between your thighs.

your coat is smoothly brisked off of your shoulders and discarded onto the floor somewhere, not that you really care about the details right now, as he quickly learns the hard way that you weren’t wearing much under that coat.

chan doesn’t seem that suprised, he simply takes notice of the pink, lacy bra you thought it was a good idea to wear outside and looks back at you with narrowed eyes..

“this is why you were so cold, huh? my dumb, baby..im suprised you didn’t freeze to death.”

you bite your lip when his warm hands roam around your cold breasts, circling his thumbs along the frills of the bra and your sensitive nipples just below them. he knows what he’s doing.

he teases you by leaving it on, running his hands down to your inner thighs, crouching down in between them.

“lay back for me, angel.”

he coos softly with a tender smile. he tucks his thumbs under your waistband, pressing your legs up and hastily peeling your thick, thermal pants off of your legs, revealing a matching set of pink lacy panties and fuzzy, winter thigh highs.

you hid your face as chan stripped you like a doll, then you giggled a bit as he smirks and sighs at your cold weather fashion choices.

“really, sweetheart? maybe you planned this , huh? thought about me stripping that pretty body? ..what am i going to do with you? such a little slut, even in winter.”

his firm hands caress your plush hips, before landing a smack to your thigh. you yelp and squirm in his overpowering grasp, before hes sticking his thumbs in the sides of your cute panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your soft pussy with a string of arousal connecting to your underwear.

chan parts his lips and lets out a soft noise at the sight, biting his lip and pulling them off your legs. his hand is large over your tummy, the skin is rough in contrast you yours as his strokes his thumb over you sweetly.

“sweet thing. gonna let me take you? i’ll treat this pretty pussy so well as long as you go dumb for me.”

he brings his thumb up to your mouth, you suck on it lightly and bat your lashes at him.

“whore.”

his head is perched between your thighs, pressing soft kisses on your sweet skin.

when your eyes meet his, your stomach flips. just the visual of his mouth so close to where you need him most makes you whine and grind your hips up into nothing.

you have no choice. his arms are trapping your legs open, with his hands securely holding your hips in place. you try to squirm out of his grasp, and the feeling is delicious. you can’t move an inch.

“hm? can’t move, huh? that’s right. daddy’s got you.”

he coos, with a hungry tone in his voice. like he’s been waiting for this, for the moment he has his little girl all vulnrable and desperate for his body. his kisses to your thigh reach the lowest part of you, he comes to a halt and raises his head.

chan looks at you for a second, admiring and savoring the look of you before he gives you what you want. he bites his lip and smiles, revealing his sharp canines pressing on his plush lips.

he lowers his head closer to your twitching cunt, letting his breath tease you first. your red, puffy clit throbs at the denial of his sweet mouth wrapped around it.

“ahn- channiechannie please! can’t take it anymore. i’ll do anything just pleaseplease-“

“who?”

“fuck..daddy? daddy please.”

chan ignores you. he thinks your begs and cries are so adorable, but he already knows what he’s gonna do.

the first touch of his tongue sliding against your pussy feels like suffocating magic. but it doesn’t take long before your squirming and grinding your hips for more stimulation as the tip of his tongue circles just around your tortured little clit.

but you can’t move. and he won’t stop teasing you.

“ah! stopstop stop teasing please! jus’ wanna cum- wanna cum in your mouth, daddy-“

chan shuts you up quickly by wrapping his pretty lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue along it, sloppily making out with your pussy like he really means it.

your back immediately arches off the bed, tossing your head back along with it. in between your legs feels like heaven, blanketing your mind with silky, glowing white as you let out an absolutely fucked out scream.

you hear a squeaky chuckle between your legs from chan, he cups your ass with his hands and pulls you in closer to his greedy mouth. his eyes meet yours again, there’s a haze of darkness that passes through his before he bites a little nip on your pussy.

you yelp and jolt up, trying to plead him to stop, but chan is quick to sooth your tortured cunt with two talented fingers working their way into his pretty dolly’s hole.

his fingering is fast paced, has you gripping his hands and squirting all over them in minutes. chan handles his girl so roughly, but he looks down at you so carefully and attentive, as if you’re really made of fragile porcelain. his gaze is full of love and adoration, letting out sweet little giggles at your reactions. he can’t help it, you’re just so cute to him!

chan crooks his fingers up to thrust into your g-spot, you already can’t take it, but you die a little bit when his idle thumb presses into your clit, thrusting in sync with the rest. the added stimulation sends soaring stars of pleasure up your squirming body, chan’s veins on his arms show as he fucks his fingers up into you harder, manhandling an orgasm out of your poor little pussy.

“g’nna cum, yeah? that’s all the dumb little dolly is good for, right? serving daddy?”

“daddy! daddydaddyfuck..! gonna cum-“

“ah, what do we say, pretty girl?”

“can- can i cum? please? ahn..gonna cum so good - ah! on your fingers, daddy…”

“such a smart girl. go ahead and cum, pup. daddy’s got you, hm?”

it only takes those words for the harsh orgasm you were holding back to burst free, soaking chan’s abs and hands. you pathetically wail as he continues the abuse your pussy, fucking you through your wet little orgasm, but you feel so safe. you know chan’ll always hold you safe and tiny in his arms in such a vulnerable headspace.

when you finally start to come down, he strokes your tummy, up to your cute breasts, and finally to your cheeks, where he plants a soft kiss to remind you he loves you.

chan stands up and wipes his mouth. you notice how he’s still completely dressed and you’re only in your slutty thigh highs. it’s a hot situation, but it won’t do for now.

you slide your foot along his belt buckle, pulling and tugging at while whining at him, wordlessly begging for him to finally fill you up.

“what do you want, pretty girl? tell me and i’ll give it to you.”

you don’t respond, you just blink up at him, going a bit non-verbal and fuzzy already, and it’s worse when chan leans down to grab your face.

“hey. you want daddy to fuck you? want daddy’s cock pressing into your tummy, baby?”

“mhm..”

“then use. your. words.”

chan almost growls in your ear, you feel the texture of denim grinding at your overstimulated clit, he’s frotting his hard cock against your pussy from the fabric, urging you to say what he ordered you to say.

“mm’fuck! chan yes!”

a harsh slap stings your cheek.

“you know my name, stupid slut. is that pretty head just for decoration, or can you actually use it?”

“m’sorry, so sorry..fuck. daddy, please fuck me? please? ill be such a good girl, such a good hole for you please-“

the more you talk the bigger the smile lights up on his face, you’re just the most adorable thing in his eyes.

“aw, who’s my good girl? is it you? fuck..that’s right, angel.”

chan takes your little fuzzy-socked foot in his hand and brings it up from his belt to his face, planting a kiss above your heel.

he places your foot over his shoulder and begins to undo his belt with hypnotizing metal clicks. you’re finally getting what you’ve wanted since you started dating chan.

his belt and pants come undone, and you finally get a view of his big, red cock. it throbs in the air just by looking at the reaction on your face, suddenly he’s a little shy, just like the channie you know. he let’s out a squeaky giggle and avoids your eyes as he pumps his cock lazily.

“you want it, hm? it’s leaking for you and those pretty hips.”

he says now biting his lip and spreading your legs back, trapping you in a mating press. his face rests near your collarbone, whispering filth desperately as far as you can hear it.

“fuck..can’t hold it anymore, need to sink into you..tight fucking pussy- need it squeezing me.”

with that, he’s spreading your folds and forcing his cock in with tiny little thrusts. the stretch is overwelming, but it’s pressing on the front of your g-spot perfectly.

when your pussy is filled all the way, he wastes no time at all continuing his pace with larger and more forceful thrusts inside you, one’s that have you breathlessly screaming.

you really can’t take it, it feels too good you don’t know what to do with yourself. you need him to slow down.

you can’t form sentences right now, so you try planting your hands on his abdomen to brace yourself, but chan swipes them up instantly, gripping your wrists together to use as leverage to pull you back down on his cock.

“fucking take it. stay still, you said you would be good, hm? this pussy’s too little to fit me?”

you’re going braindead you swear, his cock is mind-numbingly thick, it soaks your g-spot, while also being long enough to fuck spots you’re sure no dildo has ever reached before.

chan bounces you like that for a bit before taking one of your legs and lifting it up, holding it against his chest while he rolls his hips in your cunt. he’s lost in it, closing his eyes and placing plush kisses along your sock.

he brings his hand down to thumb at your clit messily, slapping it occasionally to get you there closer. he feels himself faltering in your pussy, groaning louder and leaning his head back at the feeling of you sucking him in.

“fffuck..good fucking girl..gonna make daddy cum? yeah? want me to spill inside this greedy cunt?”

“mn..mhm!”

he hears your meek response. chan places his hand on the side of your head, forcing you to hear him as he brings his face to the crook of your neck.

you don’t like this. you love the feeling of him fucking you more than anything, it makes you feel taken care of and safe, and closer to your boyfriend. but what you really need right now is his cum, and he isn’t cumming fast enough for you.

“gonna cum, yeah? look at what you’re doing to me- ah!”

chan tenses as you pull up his shirt to pinch at his nipples, rolling them in your fingers. his arms shake around you as he writhes, but he isn’t thrusting anymore.

“please..don’t stop, channie..you’re almost there, need your cum..”

he starts thrusting again, fucking you closer with him, the feeling of his cock inside you and your hands on his nipples has him throwing his head back, sending electric sparks of pleasure to his cock.

“mm’fuck can’t take it- oh fuck, cumming!”

you feel chan spraying warm cum deep inside your already messy cunt. the feeling of his warmth flooding inside you is what sends you over with him, his twitching cock still prodding at your g-spot desperately.

your orgasm is strong, you close your legs shut while cumming shakily around his cock till he softly pulls it out. you both rest for a second after cumming so hard, but chan’s shy laugh breaks the silence, covering his red face.

“oh my gosh..i cannot believe i just came from that!”

you can’t believe that this is the same man that just called you his whore unprovoked. you pull him down to lay on you, resting your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs around him. chan instantly relaxes in your arms.

“…all warmed up now?”

“mhm..chan?”

“anything, sweet girl.”

“i love you. love you so much..thank you for doing this. i know taking care of me can be alot and-“

“ah, ah. i told you to stop saying that. never. it’s never a burden to make you happy. thank you for trusting me to give you what you need. i loved you then, i love you now, and ill love you forever. if you forget, then ill always be here to remind you, ill say it over and over again each time.”

his soft, lovely words paired with your exhaustion seems to be the perfect recipe for you to fall asleep in his arms. chan just hums and strokes your hair, he loves his girl.

“goodnight, sweet girl. ill be right here when you wake up too.”

tags!!

@estella-novella @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @theresstardustinmyblood @annafeebou @pancake-freckle @elizalabs3 @minniesverse @loxgirl2004 @mintymintmint251 @y-ur--i

[ickyarson777]

Many Eyed Vessel Fic Thing???

This title will change later I promise.

Anyway! I did some thinking about This Post and I’ve decided I’m gonna go all out and write a fic about it. This prompt is something I think about all the time, so I was very excited to receive it to say the least :)

That being said, I have no idea how any of this is gonna play out. Right now I’m thinking kinda slow burn entities-to-lovers type of thing??

Here it is though!! I promise if you like it, I’ll do my best to keep up with writing, and please, let me know what ya’ll want!! I’m here to please ;)

Chapter 1, 2

Tried to stay as gn as possible, no mentions of y/n or names, readers is just called ‘human.’

Word count: 2,132

Content warning: Maybe a bit of dread, spooky horror type stuff. Bit of violence, not anything horrible at all.

I glance around me as I walk through the quiet woods. Rays of light filtered through the leaves of the trees behind gradually being drowned out by the darkness of the shadows ahead of me.

I had traveled to a new city, and decided to take some time to explore the smaller nearby towns. London was great, but it was nothing compared to the smaller communities that were just outside of the larger city. The town I was in was smaller in comparison, greatly so. A couple of small neighborhoods, a few streets of shops, convenience stores and restaurants. On one side however, there was a forest that wrapped around half of the town.

Anytime I was in a small town like this, I always took the time to learn the local rumors. Any scandal, or story going around. As I was making my rounds through this small town, I’d heard tell of the forest containing monsters, creatures. Things that were definitely not meant for the human eye. Angels, demons.. it had me absolutely captivated. I needed to know more. So of course, after a good night's rest, I packed a backpack of supplies, put on some thermal wear, considering it was a chilly, bleary fall day, and made sure I had food and water to last the day.

And then I drove out to the edge of the forest, and began walking.

Immediately the air turned colder. I had this sense that I definitely shouldn’t be here, that something definitely didn’t want me here. Multiple something’s at that. It was exhilarating.

I stepped farther in, glancing around slowly. The day was already dark, but the canopy of branches were so tightly woven above, the forest seemed to be bathed in midnight, though I knew it was barely a quarter past ten in the morning. Luckly, it wasn’t dark enough that I couldn’t see, so I continued on.

It wasn’t a quiet walk, branches and leaves snapped and crunched beneath my feet, and I could hear birds singing their sweet songs. For how terrifying the image of the dark forest was, it was still peaceful here, even if I did have a small feeling of dread brewing beneath my subconscious.

I walked further in, approaching a small stream, and stepped through. The water wasn’t deep, barely reaching the middle of my shins at the deepest. I could feel the temperature of the water through my boots, which I was very glad to be waterproof. Freezing cold, of course it would be in weather like this. I crossed to the other side of the stream, and whatever sense of peace I’d had before was ripped away from me.

For a moment, I hesitated, unsure if I should continue. I glanced around, trying to steel my nerves. ‘Calm down,’ I thought to myself. ‘You hear a couple rumors about monsters in the woods and you’re scared straight. What kind of explorer are you if you can’t walk through the woods by yourself..’

I shook off the fear and continued walking. I came to a clearing, where the trees opened to reveal the sky above, still overcast with dark clouds. I’d checked the weather before coming out here, there wasn’t supposed to be any rain, but looking at the sky now, I wasn’t so sure. I take a deep breath and keep walking.

At this point, I’m maybe half a mile in, knowing forest monsters, they’re sure to be a bit further in than that. I think aloud while walking, about anything and everything, home, my family, my friends. I’ve been studying abroad for a couple months now. As an anthropology student, traveling has been an incredible experience for me, but that didn’t mean I didn’t miss home.

Eventually, a couple miles into the woods, I begin singing to myself. Nothing particular, and everything at the same time, I sing nursery rhymes and lullabies, and find ways to rework the words, making myself laugh. I counted on like this for another half a mile before I realized suddenly that there’s no longer any sounds around me. The birds have gone quiet, and the wind has hushed entirely, the rustle of the leaves above me silent. I pause for a moment, glancing around me carefully.

Suddenly a horrible, piercing screech sounds and I’m filled with an absolutely overwhelming sense of terror. I make a split second decision and decide to walk in the direction of the horrible sound.

As I come closer to the location of the sound, I begin to notice there’s a slight path that’s been worn into the ground here, and I come up on a large rock formation. Not quite a cliff but not just a boulder either. It looks easy enough to scale, and I silently assume someone might’ve already been doing just that, seeing as the slight path seems to end here.

I take a breath, tighten the strap of my backpack, and begin to climb. Quickly enough, I reach the top of the formation and glance down below me. I stare in horror at the thing I see before me. The thing was at least eight feet tall, and covered in a thick black substance. It’s face could’ve been white, but it was now stained, smeared with whatever covered the rest of it. Its eyes, mouth and nose, or at least what I assumed it was, were nothing but dark empty sockets. It’s body was large and bulbous, segmented, almost like the thorax of an insect, and decorated in skulls, mechanical limbs jutting out at odd angles, and there were many of them, spindly, covered in grime and gore down to the jagged needle-like tips. It clutched a battle ax, dark and covered in rust and dirt.

“What the fuck,” I whisper into the air.

In a split second the thing whipped its head towards me, its empty eyes taking me in. I take a step backwards and almost fall from my perch on the rock, forgetting where I stood.

It begins stepping towards me on its multiple long spindly legs, slowly at first, but then it begins picking up speed. I watch it, safe from its grasp high above it on the rock, but then tense as it shoots one of its legs out into the rock, embedding itself there. I stare in horror as it begins to climb.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” I say out loud, panicking slightly.

I turn and begin descending back down the rock the way I’d come. At the last couple of feet, I let go, dropping to the ground just as the thing makes its way over the top. It doesn’t even bother climbing back down, just throwing itself off and continuing its pursuit, I watch, terrified for a moment before turning and running. I don’t even bother trying to remember which way I’d come from, running in zigzagging patterns, trying to throw off the monster. I can hear it, the metallic grinding and groaning of the half organic half machine thing that was hot on my trail.

I wasn’t even looking where I was going, vision slightly blurry, eyes stinging with sweat that fell into them occasionally. I hear the thing even closer to me now. I gasp out in shock as I hear a sharp whirring sound pass my ear, knowing it was right on top of me, trying to grab me. With every fiber of my being, I pushed myself to run faster, lungs burning and adrenaline coursing through my veins. And then BAM! I slam into something.

I glanced up quickly, thinking I had run into a tree, but realizing a tree would’ve hurt a bit more, and probably wouldn’t have grabbed my arm, and pulled me behind it.

The hands that grabbed my wrists left dark black stains on my skin. I pause for a moment, letting my vision clear. The figure now stood in front of me, facing away, towards the monster. He’s tall, much taller than me, wearing a black cloak and black pants. One shoulder of his cloak is covered by a stark white pauldron, lined with deep red and encrusted with rough gold ore at the curve of his shoulder. He raised a hand towards the monster.

Quietly, in a dark, melodic voice, the man breathed a few words in a language I didn’t recognize. before him, the monster stared, twitching and writhing in its place, swaying on its many legs. It took a gentle step forward, lowering itself and pressing its face into the palm of the man's hand, before turning, lurching forward and walking away from us.

I stand there, taking heavy, shaking breaths. The man doesn’t turn to face me until the monster is out of sight, and when he does, I gasp.

His body is completely covered in black paint, there are streaks running through it, lines of sweat showing pale skin underneath, his chest is broad, toned, but not overly muscled. His hands are large, the paint of his palms, light and mostly missing, though the lines of his hands are deeply stained with dark paint. There are silver rings on many of his fingers, the edge of them tarnished from the paint, like the chains on his chest, stretching across his chest, underneath the cloak is a leather strap, perhaps holding the pauldron in place. He was beautiful, by all accounts, but his face left my jaw slack. The paint covered him up to his upper jaw, if there was more paint, I couldn’t tell as the top half of his face was obscured by a mask. Stark white, a huge contrast to the black on his skin, beautiful and intricate deep crimson lines swirling and curling along the bottom edge of the mask, forming a crescent around his mouth. Six holes in the shape of eyes line the front, dark black and almost sleepy in shape, dark red lines, perfectly symmetrical in shape crossed over under and above the eyes or the mask, forming a sigil or sorts.

I notice my mouth is open, and snap it shut quickly before opening it again, trying to think of something to say. Luckily, the stranger beats me to being the first to speak as words fail me.

“Are you hurt?” He asks simply, voice soft, reverberating through me and sending a shiver down my spine.

Slowly, I shake my head, still staring in awe. “Uh.. what.. what was that?” I ask softly.

Rather than answering my question, the stranger turns, beaconing me to follow him. “The people of the town don’t venture into these woods, you’re not from here.” What he says should’ve been a question, but I can tell he’s stating it as a fact. “You seem well prepared, well traveled in your own right, but that’s no reason to wander into an unknown wood.”

I follow after him, unsure of where we’re going. “I’m studying abroad,” I tell him, struggling slightly to keep up the pace with his long legs. “Heard some of the locals mention monsters in the woods, and I wanted to see for myself. Clearly… they weren’t lying.”

He glanced back at me over his shoulder. “What is it with humans always putting their noses where they can’t protect themselves?” He says it softly, almost in an endearing way.

‘Humans?’ I think to myself.

Before I realized it, we'd approached the stream I’d crossed when I first arrived.

“This is not a safe place for you,” the man says softly. “You are incredibly lucky to have escaped that creature with your life. Leave this place please, and do not return. There are… worse, more terrible things than that one in these woods.”

I turn to face him, ask him what else there is, but he’s gone. Not a single trace of his existence, no rustle or crunching of leaves underfoot, no thud of footsteps on the forest floor. For all I knew, I could’ve played the whole situation off as a psychotic episode. But I knew better. The dark handprints around my wrists and the blood that dripped from the small cut on my ear told me all the truth I needed.

I turn to walk to my car, opening my phone and pressing the call button. The phone rings for a moment before my mother picks up.

“Hello?” She says.

“Hey, Mom,” I say, opening the door and tossing my backpack into the back seat. “So you know how I said I was passing through this small town? I think I’ve changed my mind. I might spend a little while longer here. Something about it…” I mutter glancing into the trees, almost convincing myself that I can see him, blending into the dark shadows of the woods. “Something about it just captivates me.”

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OK!! Short little thing to get the story started, let me know if you want more!! I whipped this out in like 20 minutes, and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.

[wren-beowulf]

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File Name: Lurcher. Jackdaw

Birth Name: Wren Alexander Beowulf.

Location: Gotham.

Years Active: 8 I'm new in town

Gotham Location: Crime Alley. Has many outposts, not all have been identified. You'll never find them lmao

Species: Halfa, guess 'cause I'm halfalive? Danny says I ain't human no more... stupid Lazarus pit...

CRIMES [All Have Multiple Accounts]

Shoplifting

Pickpocketing

Larceny

Robbery

Armed Robbery

Burglary

Auto Theft

Grand Theft

Petty Theft

Government Theft

Trespassing

Destruction of Property

Destruction of Private Property

Destruction of Government Property

Cybercrimes

Cyperespionage

Piracy

Inciting Malware Attacks

Unlawful Possession of Firearms

Unlawful Trafficking of Firearms

Assault with a Deadly Weapon

Terrorism

Homicide

First Degree Murder

Second Degree Murder

Squatting

Death Threats

Stalking

Organized Crime

I'm a good boy who's never committed a crime ever in my life~

IDENTIFIABLE APPEARENCE (Costime):

- Modified Motorcycle Helmet. Sleek Back, light blue ring light on center. Light occasionally changes shape and colour. Suspected modification:

Thermal Vision

Night Vision

Info Scanning

Voice Changing

Image and Video Projection

- Kevlar Suit [Stolen] permanently borrowed Colours primarily black with some light blue.

- Straps on thighs, waist, chest, and back. Straps hold many weapons and gadgets, caution is advised.

- Shortened black Leather Jacket. Sleeves typically pulled up.

- Metal Plated Tech Armour of Unknown Origin. Located on Arms/Hands and Legs/Feet. Primary colours light silver with some light blue. Suspected abilities of Unknown Armour:

Extreme Durability and Impact Absorption.

Enhance and aid physical abilities

[Hands] Hacking and Information Downloading via touch.

[Hands] Capable of producing whips from wrists. Whips do not seem to be fully physical, formed from some kind of unknown energy.

[Feet] Anchoring feature to surfaces via clamps.

[Feet] Magnetically walking up metal surfaces.

IDENTIFIABLE APPEARENCE (Physical):

Subject approximately 5'7 in height, stronger build. Hair longer, black in colour, typically seen done up and now with an undercut too, it looks good right?. Eyes pale blue, darker outer circle (has been compared to a husky) They also glow now, so that's somethin' . Skin is fair with many moles, beauty mark under left side of lip.

Subject has many scars from many different things, too many to catalog. Though notably a rather large scar going from his left thigh, inner hip, around the length of his back, and around to his right shoulder. Newer scars include thin lines across his left cheek, a bullet scar on his ribs, and a long slash across his collar bone. And now I got one where some FUCKER cut off my arm and fingers. Now my arm looks a lil different too... all modified 'n kinda blue 'n stuff... ain't all that different from my tattoo tbh but with lighter colours. And also my blood glows and is blue. I'm made of glowstick juice hehehe.

Subject dresses in a way that is described as "Alternative", typical work attire consists of a black tank top and tan jumpsuit around waist. Yeah but I also changed now, got those tight shirts and pants too. I know you're checkin' out my ass, ya peepers. And now I started wearin' shades too 't hide those glowin' eyes from ya.

Subject has many piercings, including three in each ear, and snake bites on his lips. Subject used to have piercings in left eyebrow and nose, but no longer. Also nipple piercin's can't forget those~ Oh! And a got a tattoo now! Full sleeve on my right arm~ Looks cool right?

Has been called "Hot" and "Handsome" and "Attractive" on multiple occasions. Because I'm an A grade hottie~ I keep makin' people turn gay!

NOTABLE EQUIPMENT:

Subject Lurcher JACKDAW has many staple pieces of equipment that allow for further identification. However, the origin of these pieces of equipment is unknown, and any attempts to identify them have come back negative. They seem to all run of some kind of foreign power source made of an unknown material. They all act in a strangely organic way, reacting to Subject Lurcher's JACKDAW subconscious rather than to automated commands. Subject Lurcher JACKDAW seems to refer to this equipment as "Magi-tech" implying them to be mystical in Nature.

Yeaaahhh so turn out that Magi-Tech was actually tech made by this secret underground group who were makin' weapons powered by Lazarus water that I accidentally purified after I stole it. They were... not very happy 'bout that.

Known "Magi-tech" Equipment includes:

- "Argo", a rather large hoverboard with extended capabilities. Coloured primarily black with some silver and light blue. Known Extended Capabilities Include:

Flight

High Durability

Shifting parts to extend size as a shield

Shifting parts to form a dome type shield

Seems to be highly connected to other "Magi-tech" Equipment, capable of "absorbing" such other equipment into itself as a form of transport.

- Railgun, seems to be used primarily for long distance. Primarily Black with light blue.

Gun fires off energy rather than bullets. This energy can change in power to either stun or kill.

- Twin Pistols. Most commonly used by subject Lurcher JACKDAW. Primarily black with Light Blue.

Pistols have the unique ability to teleport into subject Lurcher's JACKDAW hands. This seems to only work with the Subject.

- Glaive. Least commonly used, only seen when firearms or other common weapons and gadgets are unavailable. Yet shows a high proficiency with it. Primarily black and silver with some light blue.

Blade of Glaive is able to extend. The length of extension is currently unknown.

Leg/Feet and Arm/Hand Armour. [See Identifiable Appearance for more info]

METAGENE ABILITIES:

Subject Lurcher JACKDAW is a metahuman with the ability of duplication. Self-named ability "Divide and Conquer".

This duplication manifests as an exact replica indistinguishable from its original, working on both organic and inorganic materials.

Subject is able to duplicate an object many times, the limit--If it exists--is currently unknown.

Subject is able to duplicate aspects of himself such as eyes, teeth, limbs, organs, or even create a double of himself in its entirety. Subject also seems to be able to control this self-duplication to the cellular level, creating a somewhat excelarated healing effect. It is unknown if he can do this on other people as well.

Subject can retrieve the memories of their doubles after they either dissappear or die. This includes the memory of the death itself. When making doubles of other people, the same rule seems to apply but to the doubled person rather than the subject.

Subject seems to know when a duplicate is being touched or not, implying some sort of connection between the subject and the duplicate. Subject does not describe this feeling as a physical one, but rather a mental one.

IMPORTANT NOTES:

- Subject has many ties with various organized crime groups, termination or long term capture of the subject may have lasting effects. That's what I'm countin' on~

- Subject is very highly intelligent with unknown skills. Proceed with caution.

- Subject often has equipment of those he works with, this includes things like the Royal Flush's playing cards and Fear Gas. Proceed with caution.

- Subject uses Meta abilities to never run out of bullets. Proceed with caution.

THREAT COOL LEVEL: High

THREAT POTENTIAL: Unknown

CUTENESS LEVEL: Adorbs

[cripplecharacters]

I'm writing a character with large, nasty, and veey noticeable burn scars on one part of his face. Any tips on things I should include?

this is what the scars look like

[image description: sketch of a character from the shoulders up with a burn scar on the left side of his face, ear, neck, and shoulder. end image description]

Hello,

I'm not a burn survivor myself so I'll talk about facial differences in general and link some stuff that might be more specific to your question.

First thing that I noticed about this ask is the wording - calling a facial difference "nasty". Which some people do say about themselves, but I discourage authors who aren't part of the FD community to use that in a neutral setting because it's not a neutral term. Facial differences, including scars, burns, craniofacial conditions, and every other difference aren't ugly, gross, or anything of that sort. Your character does have a large and noticeable burn, true! But he doesn't have anything "nasty" on his face. Neither do real life people with FD who might not want to read about a character looking like them or people from their community being referred to as "nasty" as a state-of-fact neutral descriptor.

To know what to include, you should research the medical side of burns; what kind of burn it is (chemical/thermal/electrical/other? they can cause different symptoms), what exactly is affected and how much (feeling, mobility) and how to care for burns long term (like preventing infections, pain management or physical/occupational therapy). Knowing how burns work outside of being a visual difference will make it more realistic. Researching (referencing) images of actual burn survivors might also be helpful to see how the skin might look like and interact with the rest of the person's face outside just being a different color (compare: a flat port wine stain and a burn scar).

Here is a post about drawing and writing burn survivors specifically. You can also read this post that I made that talks about facial differences in general. It's long but I've heard that it's informative :-) (smiley face)

As always, I heavily encourage anyone making a character with a facial difference to research face equality, as it's vital to making positive representation. I've written more about it in the links above.

I also encourage anyone sending an image to include a description of it so that those of us who use a screenreader can access it as well.

mod Sasza

[lensman-arms-race]

Headcanons for techfolk vision

Cameras

As we can see from the episodes themselves, Cam vision is very similar to human vision! One way it differs is that when Cams are physically hit or shocked, their vision greys out with scanlines and other artefacts.

You can see a real-life example of this in this video, in which a skydriver drops a video camera and it keeps recording until it lands (in a pig pen!)

As the camera tumbles, it spins faster than its sensors can keep up with, resulting in the video turning into a series of diagonal lines. Most digital cameras record in a 'sweep', going from one edge or corner to the opposite one. It looks as though this camera records in a diagonal sweep.

This also means that Cameramen possibly don't see things like propellors and hummingbird wings as a blur, as we do - they'd see it as a choppy effect, depending on how the movement syncs with the Cameraman's framerate.

Here's a bird appearing to hover perfectly because its wings happen to match the camera's shutter speed:

As far as Cameramen are concerned, that's probably just how birds are! They don't see bird wings as a flippa-flappa or propellors as a rounda-rounda blur.

Presumably, Cameramen cannot perceive the chimerical colours, which are colours humans can see thanks to how our retinas form afterimages:

Soundkind

I headcanon that Soundkind primarily perceive the world through echolocation. It's not really possible for humans to grasp what this 'looks' like. We've all heard of Thomas Nagel's essay 'What is it like to be a bat?' But at least a bat is a mammal like us, so it'll have mostly the same neural pathways as us. It's not outside the realms of possibility that bats 'see' the world in the same colours as us, but the colours are triggered in the brain's perception by wavelengths of sound rather than light. But Soundkind aren't even animals! Who knows how a tech brain processes this data?

I also headcanon that the Soundkind can see with light to a degree, just not as well as a human, Cameraman or TVman. Their vision is low-res and is heavy on the reds (hence their use of red as an emblematic colour), similar to a human with tritanomaly.

Here's Tri-Cam, approximately as a human or Cameraman would perceive them (from this SketchFab model):

Here's how Soundkind might 'see' Tri-Cam with echolocation. (I took the 'matcap + surface' version of the model to get just the contours without textures, then noodled with it a little in GIMP.)

Here's a scene approximately how a human or Cameraman would perceive it (source):

And how it might look to a Soundkind using their visual processing - mainly red (achieved using a tritanopia simulator), and low resolution:

Here's another 3D model, a bit more colourful than Tri-Cam, as a human or Cameraman might perceive it (source):

Putting together the above info, here's how a Soundkind might perceive it using their echolocation overlaid with their optical vision:

TVs

TVs are primarily optic-based, like humans and Cameras. Their vision overlaps less with the human range than the Cameramen's vision does. TVs see further into the infra-red than humans and Cams (unless said Cams have specialised thermal vision), and their vision has much more of a purple cast, hence their use of purple as an emblematic colour.

TVs can see even in complete darkness (by our standards), because everything above absolute zero gives off IR radiation. However, an environment of absolutely uniform temperature would appear blank, because there would be no differences in IR for the TVman to see. In addition, TVs can't see the temperature of stuff behind glass - they would only see the temperature of the glass itself (same as the limitations for real thermal cameras).

My infra-red headcanon is purely based on the fact that TV remotes are usually IR-based (more modern ones use Bluetooth).

...I don't have a speculative image to show, because to my surprise I couldn't find good quality pictures online of the same scene taken with RGB and with thermal (so I can combine them the way I want them). They were all either postage stamp-sized or they didn't align properly. Hopefully you can imagine something!

This video shows something a bit like what I'm thinking of:

The video shows that the thermal cam has something called 'MSX', which combines the thermal image with the light image, giving you the thermal imaging info combined with the surface patterns from the light imaging info. However, my headcanon is closer to 'human vision (but a bit more purple) combined with a black-hot greyscale thermal image', as opposed to the purple and yellow mess seen here.

[witchofthesouls]

You think upon learning a bit more about Earth and its vast cultures, some Cybertronians would develop a history for mythos and mythological creatures?

I'm not just talking about like general monsters like vampires or mermaids either, I'm talking about the genuine scary creatures you hear about like in norse folklore. You got stuff like the fae who despise metal but can also ruin your entire life just by giving them your name-

I can't tell if you're asking if Cybertron had their own supernatural tales (Yes), or would they be interested in mythical creatures of Earth's (also yes), or have more interactions with such beings (Absolutely love it)?

When it comes to fae and metal, much of the lore links iron as the deterrent. Not even steel, but "cold iron." I thought that tidbit was interesting because fae could interact with Cybertronians without harm since they're made of living metal lol

So, I did have thoughts about more supernatural interactions in G1:

A brownie taking residence at the Ark because the Dinobots made a fire pit in their cave quarters. A hearth and home that needs so much work.

Rumble and Frenzy stole something strange at a beach cave, and soon, a stranger mecha begins to haunt the Nemesis, going door-to-door, asking for their coat.

There's something immense around the Nemesis. No one knows what it is. It sets off the radar but doesn't show up on thermal imaging. It eats whales and is capable of shaking the sunken warship.

Bumblebee often drops off the Witwickys, and he often sees a human dressed in white upon the bridge passing.

There's an abandoned house that sits lonely and undisturbed... until the latest skirmish knocks it over, and a stranger sits outside the Ark with furious eyes.

The humans associated with the Cybertronians start getting more knocks on their doors. Too beautiful, painted strangers with hungry star eyes and needles for teeth speak, and they lose short bursts of time and find blood from their noses and ears.

Skyfire befriends the local blackbirds: feeding, watering, and providing simple care and spaces for nests. He likes talking to them, especially how strange the universe and turned: life upon the frozen planet that put him sleep, his best friend/research partner turned enemy, a civilian flight-frame among ground-bound soldiers, a protracted war that scaled to an inconceivable level that left his planet (and so many others) dead. He leaves his grief with them and accepts the gifts... to later get called up for a stranger has come for their betrothed, and it's Skyfire.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

I feel I have to explain this one. Some time ago I bought a portable thermal printer for labelling jars and stuff, and then I realised it also prints images. So I tried it. The idea was to make stickers and put them in radom places across my hometown. Couldn't risk people not knowing who that man was, so I wrote the name. Haven't stuck them anywhere yet, but I will.

[at1nys-blog]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of how would Rin react to having a girlfriend who often did rather stupid stuff and this was one of them which resulted in Yukio in having to call the fire service after the box and table was set alight which caused Kuro to yowl in distress after his tails was on fire. So much for a 'flameless candle' joke.

https://youtube.com/shorts/TtF2sdz5WaA?si=akpIN2eUeKwUCmNh (this)

God Lord, I saw the video and couldn't help but laugh at it. Also thank you very much for the requests because they are so funny to read and write.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO FRICKING LONG I REALLY DIDNT LIKE IT HOW IT TURNED OUT UNTIL NOW 😭I hope you like it though.

Rin loves you

He really does but good Lords if you are stupid

Not academically speaking because in that case you are a genius

Better than Yukon (his words) sometimes

But on everyday basis?!

Let’s just say he has to put you on a leash just to make sure you don’t do anything stupid

And coming from him…

as reckless and stupid as he is, is a lot.

He is reading his manga when you burst into the room quit excited

He knows you aren’t up to good

(You are not)

Rin is confused when you ask him to follow you in the kitchen

Why do you need him in the kitchen?

He thinks you cooked/baked something and want him to taste test it

Yukio is already there, annoyed

(He wants to go back and grade some tests)

Kuro as well going around the box smelling to understand what is going on

Rin is way more confused when he sees the thermic box on the table

When you ask the brothers to guess what is inside they roll their eyes

Kuro sniffing and trying to open the thermic box

Guys I bet 100¥ you can’t guess what there is inside this box with that thermal imager”

Only then the brothers notice the object

Yukio wants to be anywhere but there

Rin wants the money so he tries to guess

He doesn’t understand at first. Then it clicks

Is that a lit candle?

Yukio can’t believe his ears so takes a look

Yes. There is a lit candle inside the thermal box

A lit flameless candle

You say proud of it

The box start to smoke and Yukio is the first to point it out

Looking at the smoke you are in denial

It wasn’t supposed to go like that

And the brothers aren’t supposed to know that this wasn’t the outcome you anticipated

(You know they know though)

That’s flameless smoke

Both Rin and Yukio look at you disappointed

You gave them a distress smile

Is when Kuro yells in pain you notice the box, table and floor Kuro tails are in flames.

The cat jumps into Rin arms and the older Okumura extinguishes the flames

Yukio is on the phone with the fire department

While the fire fighter kill the fire you started you explain to the brother (and Kuro) that is was supposed to be a joke. That when you saw it on the internet it worked just fine

No more internet for you

Scolds you Yukio

And please apologize to Kuro

Turning around you notice the poor kitty is still crying because of the pain

Since that day both Yukio and Rin take turns checking what are you watching on the internet

They just want to make sure you won’t burn down the house

[helveticandy]

Here is some smut I wrote quite a while back :P. I wrote it before I knew of HDG but i guess I can use it as a stepping stone to writing HDG stuff. The character is a cis female in this one.

TW: non con

Tentacles/vines/sci-fi

Amelia lowers her sleek ship into the pit on the planet’s surface, its blue thrusters kicking up foliage and making the dark plants dance. Its tripod landing gear extends and touches down on the mossy ground, gradually taking the entire load of the ship until the thrusters fully power down, clicking with the undoing of thermal expansion.

Amelia pulls a lever and lowers the loading ramp onto the moist surface. A small laser hologram grabs a few particles in the air, swinging it around making it let off a soft hum. The image warps into a small screen and shows the atmosphere to be breathable and, despite being under a red sun, safe temperatures. Amelia goes back inside the ship for a moment to take off her suit, coming back out in her skin tight jumpsuit and boots, an emergency belt slung over her shoulder as she descends. She had always hated wearing the suits, they got too hot too quick.

The trip had been a long one, the starship’s air always got stuffy after a week or two in the recycler. She had always been tempted to open a few pure oxygen containers to restore the fresh scent but had thought it best to do otherwise.

Amelia takes a long draw of breath through her nose, holding it for a few moments, noting the humidity and greenhouse like smell before exhaling through her mouth. She glances at the hologram.

Time to get this mission done.

She had been sent to this planet so affectionately called [C116-A2] to take readings on the environment. The heavy clouds had obscured the satellites and the probes were all unable to find a foothold due to the ground absorbing their scanner signals. This planet has been a massive resource sink and there are billions more planets to explore. Amelia was essentially a last ditch effort from command before giving up. So she wasn’t given much other than a few basic samplers and a light.

She pushes through the underbrush, the plants are a dark coloration from millions of years of evolution to absorb as much light from their dwarf sun as possible. Amelia gets on her knees and attaches a small white sampler to a leaf. It whirs for a few seconds before blinking green, letting off a cheerful ding, and pricking a hole in the plant like a hole punch. Immediately storing it away in preservative to be taken back to the lab.

Amelia goes around quickly to an assortment of different plants and mosses that cover the environment. Each one chiming in sequence.

She spends the next few Earth hours digging around and recollecting samples. When she is done hauling back all the samples she sits down on the soft ground and lets out an exhausted sigh. Although the nano fabrics of the jumpsuit did their best, sweat was starting to stain it. Nothing a wash can’t fix, she thinks.

She doesn’t even register a nearby plant vine slithering through the brush and opening up to reveal a small prong. By the time she realizes and jumps up to run, its too late, the vine springs forward and stabs into her thigh.

Amelia yelps with shock and rips off the vine. Throwing it back where it came from. Her steps start smoothly but begin to trip over each other as she staggers toward her ship. Her vision tunnels away into a point as she reaches forward. Falling limp onto the ground. Unconscious.

————-

Amelia can feel the dark warmth of the red sun against her eyelids, the ground moist against her back. Her thoughts are a slurry as she tries to form a coherent thought.

What happened?

She tries to roll over but finds that she is incapable of doing so, rings of vines have shackled her to the moss. When she tries to lift her head up another rope of vine has restrained her by the neck. A set of vines squirm against her inner thigh and wrap over where her legs meet her hips into more looping chains of plants.

Shit shit shit. God damnit. I should have worn my fucking suit.

Amelia frantically brings up her cognator to check her vitals.

Pulse, good. Breathing rate, a little higher than normal. Blood, stable. Nutrience, Perfect. Everything is surprisingly ok. Hell, things look great. Wait, what is it doing?!

An exploratory probe vine finds the seam of fabric around her ankle where her jumpsuit meets her skin. It wriggles into the jumpsuit and begins to slither up Amelia’s leg.

Amelia does her best to kick away but the fibers of the vines are like vices. Noticing the fightback, the vine going up Amelia's jumpsuit starts to secrete moisture. Lubricating its way up her back and once around her waist. Eventually to the edge of the jumpsuit’s inbuilt bra.

Amelia arches upward in reaction to the wetness, straining every limb against the foliage. But it strains back, Amelia lets out a sharp and pathetic moan.

It's not hurting me, per say… and my vitals are ok….

She squeezes her thighs together and another vine senses the heat. Bolting for her core. It slides up from the ground and meets the firm fabric protecting Amelia's slick warmth.

No way Im wet from this… I mean… I guess it couldn't hurt…. For science, right?

Amelia untenses her muscles, letting her legs be pulled apart ever so slightly by the vines. The vines take advantage, going up through the thin seams of her sleeves and legs. The jumpsuit strained to keep a skin tight fit. They lubricate themselves and glide across her body, ghosting against her nipple with thin strands while others massage her inner thighs and gently squeeze her neck.

Amelia takes a sharp breath when she feels the two vines on her inner thigh travel to the outer lips of her warmth. Leaving trails of slime. They hold there with a gentle pressure all the while the other vines lift her hips from the ground and spread her a little further. The vines around her outer lips brush against Amelia's clit. She shivers and lets out a soft breath. Feeling herself get a little wetter. The plants feel the moisture and send smaller, string-like tendrils against either side of Amelia's clit and begin massaging out bolts of pleasure that make her hiss out a moan.

The tendril that had laid itself between Amelia's legs digs at the outside of her jumpsuit. Finding a hold and tearing the meticulously engineered nanofiber until there was a hole large enough for it to reveal Amelia's slit to the humid air. The vine draws itself from Amelia's clit down to the source of her moisture. Instinct kicks in and it laps at her warmth, absorbing moisture made with each carnal wave of pleasure. Amelia, through the haze of enjoyment, feels the vines tense up for a moment. The one drinking up her wetness pauses, then, slithers inside of her. It presses up against her g-spot and her mind goes blank. Her muscles in her core and thighs tensing up with the rhythm of the vine within her.

Amelia writhes and moans in ecstasy, the only thing holding her back being the dark, alien vines as she reaches her peak. Falling over the edge into rippling shockwaves of orgasm.

The vines lay Amelia against the soft moss, where they rub out the places they wrapped a little too tightly. Once done, they retreat back into the brush. Leaving Amelia still panting in the quiet clearing in which not moments ago had echoed her moans.

I… Would consider this… successful….

Holy fuck I needed that…

She takes a few moments before getting up, walking to her ship while still shaking with light aftershocks of pleasure and endorphins. She sits in the cockpit, raises up the ramp, completes the startup sequence, and begins her journey to drop off the plant samples at the lab stationed on Europa. She pulls up her holographic screen and marks a personal note about the planet.

[visit again soon]

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hiii, what's your favorite part about your The Wretched (?) au? Or whats something about it you are most looking forward to or excited about?

i literally love you rn oh my gosh

The Curtis brothers!!! I LOVE them, especially in this AU

We got fire bound gryphon Darry—I’m gonna ramble a moment but he’s like…really big—like the size of a house at least. Bigger, even. That’s because he’s half gryphon and needed up being that big (there afe other creatures that are that size—Dallas for example-Johnny in his true form, so it’s not too unusual—he built a cabin for himself when he got too big (when he was around sixteen was when he peaked) and ever since him and his dad had worked on the cabin. His first job is plowing areas (abandoned ones ofc) to make room for new buildings and structures that he helps build, so he kinda acts like a bulldozer ngl—but he also brings home cool things he finds for his cabin and his brothers. His second job is a glass blower-he makes statues and stuff. I was talking to @crow2222 and he mentioned that Darry made a tribute to his parents and I’m sticking with that-he makes furniture and even makes building skeletons sometimes. It’s kinda like pottery to him. He also makes gifts for his loved ones. He usually gets food from meat stands and stuff because they either haven’t been able to sell anything or it’s gone bad (I have a whole thing about gryphon anatomy I WILL ramble, but he’s immune to toxins like that is he’s fine-debating between making that a third job or just as a symbiotic way to get food while also helping out. He purrs when he’s happy tho-like house shaking purrs. That’s rare tho nowadays unless he’s with his brothers-he has fangs too tho! I did draw a pic of that (if you go to #gryphon!darry on here you’ll prolly find it lol)

Thennnnn electric bound hypogriff Soda! I originally had him as a pegasus but I decided to go with combining the whole “half bird mythical being” thing so we’re completing the trend—I figured I’d make him electric bound to complete the trend of “energy based bindings” (thermal for darry, electric for soda and light for pony) but ALSO so he can jumpstart cars sometimes—his electricity also comes with kinda being able to control weather? When he’s excited he sparks-when he’s mad you can obviously tell because again, he sparks. He stores electricity in his body but if it ends up being too much electricity he “overvolts” which basically means you don’t wanna touch him because you’ll get electrocuted due to the amount of electricity surging through his coat at that moment. He’s pretty much normal sized—a bit big because hypogriffs are kinda big but he’s not Darry’s sized or even close to that. He also semi controls weather-like he can clear storms but that either makes him pass out for days or sends him into overvolt.

Then light bound peryton Ponyboy! Perytons are half deer half bird so I decided to complete the trend lol-with Pony he ends up being pretty average sized-kinda big because he’s gonna end up a full grown peryton but again, he’s not anywhere near Darry’s size. For the half bird I wanna make him I’m thinking snowy owl? I dunno, I just have an image in my mind and all I can imagine is snowy owl. Anyway, he’s light bound ofc-his fur glows when he’s happy or upset or something and he can blind people if he wanted to but again that takes a LOT of energy and he just prefers not to unless it’s a genuine situation where he’s gonna end up dead otherwise. Perytons also cast the shadow of a man until they kill one, and I’ve talked about this a few times but on the train to Windrixville he finally sees his own shadow and that wrecks him for a good few months. If he’s not in the light (sunlight, moonlight, artificial light) for a while he’ll get deathly sick. Like he NEEDS some form of light, even if it’s burying a nightlight into his feathers and fur. His eyes also glow when he’s using his light bending abilities. His tears and blood do too—he can kinda store heat? But he acts more like a heating pad as opposed to like…a furnace. He can get warm but not like-hot. If that makes sense? His antlers and hooves are made up of prisms tho! So he’s kinda sought after for that…and when his antlers fully grow he has crystals dangling from them that he likes priding himself on. He also styles his hair so his little antler stubs are visible which scares Darry because it’s basically showcasing them to humans. He can be dangerous if he wants (by blinding people, he has razor sharp front talons, his antlers too-he has teeth that could snap bones. But he’s not dangerous. He does t want to be.

I love rambling guys 🙏

[kelloggjkellogg]

PART 64: LATE SIXTIES FRENCH FASHION

This image is based on a French fashion magazine from around Fall/Winter 1969-70. Already signposting trends into the early 1970s with more free flowing hair and skirt shapes.

Barbara wears... Hair: Dine Out Earrings: Icecream for Breakfast (ice-creamforbreakfast.com) Top: ✩ Trillyke ✩ | Love Talk Bodysuit Puffy-sleeved bodysuit. ... (tumblr.com) Skirt: Memories Skirt | Patreon Shoes: The Sims Resource - Simxties High Heels 1

Patricia wears... Hair: Base game Scarf: Mystery Inc. Pack | Patreon Top: The Sims Resource - S4 Thermal Bodysuit/Top Skirt: Memories Skirt | Patreon Pantyhose: Mod The Sims - Better Pantyhose Shoes: Paranormal Stuff

[divinekangaroo]

What is the no makeup skincare routine of Alicia Keys?

So, after much erosion of time and memory, these are the parts I kept (with equivalent products):

Avene Eau Thermale Thermal Spring Water spray (keep in fridge, spray) (highly highly recommend. transforming. if nothing else this product changed me. I genuinely Do Not Understand Why but I try not to question it.)

Jade roller (keep in fridge) and add Vitamin C serum with caffeine (couple drops over roller, roll over face) -> the oil I get? but personally I think the jade roller thing is bullshit. Nevertheless, what it *makes* me do is a ritualistic ~paying attention~ to all parts of my face when otherwise I would just blob, swipe, go. And so it works because the roller means I moisturise every part equally instead of just putting a blob of oil on a cheekbone and walking away with a shiny nose and dry spots on the cheeks

Moisturiser base - Alicia's makeup artist's recommended one (a suncream) stopped being made a few years ago, the equivalent I found which gives same results (but not suncream) is Moo Goo's Natural Fast Hydrating Lotion, which has the benefit of also being a full body moisturiser so, less product on shelf = always a win

Add a tiny bit of primer or foundation to the moisturiser base, mix on hand before spreading on face. Again, Alicia's primer not available any more, the equivalents I found is 1) La Roche Posay Effaclar Duo, or 2) my current preferred-> Primp and Prime from The Organic Skin Company

Exfoliate lips once a week, brown sugar

Some mask thing once a week (I used to bother, no more, vague memories of it, no material difference)

A La Roche-Posay lip balm which I tried to google and found it was just discontinued? SOB (literally the only lip balm I have found in my entire life that delivers lastingly non-dry lips. I have this in bulk in my wardrobe. My lips crack to the bleeding. I've had friends say, "oh, but dry bleeding lips are just your aesthetic?" This stopped once I found this product. I can actually wear lipstick if I want without the colour leaching into the cracks like those cracked desert terrain images)

Do peripheral details because they will stand out:

-Do eyebrows once a week, tidy stray hairs

-Do hairline once a week (depends on ethnicity/hairline, mine does filter down into the face-space)

-Use eyelash curler

and lastly, the "no makeup" bit I did have to laugh at and I don't do:

Actually *wear* makeup for the red carpet, comprising tinted primer, mascara, tiny bit of eyeliner, light eyebrow pencil shaping, transculent shiny stuff rubbed on cheekbones, and a very carefully selected concealer for the under eye bags and general real world pigmentation which exists on all skin

The only thing I've added based on other reading, which I also attribute to the aggregate contributing of fixing my previous 25 years plus of weekly skin problems and pimples:

Shave my face once a week using the Avene spray as my shaving 'liquid'. Chin, cheeks, moustache, around eyebrows, monobrow, hairline, all of it. Unspeakably good results. Tiny small facial razor. Razor goes over each piece of skin exactly once, slowly, and use a very very sharp razor so there is no repeated strokes.

(The Avene spray, jade roller + serum, and the strategy of adding teh primer/foundation to the moisturiser to thin it out/improve spread were the true original items IIRC; the rest have adapted over time.)

[figuringgenderout]

I don’t know if I will ever make more than one post on here, so not bothering with an avatar or anything like that. I just needed to get this out.

I’ve always liked the idea of skirts. I used to joke that the Scotts had the right idea with the kilt, and that guys should be the ones to wear them, anatomically speaking. Plus, why should women have a monopoly on cuteness? Guys should be able to feel cute sometimes. Then one day, on a whim, I tried on one of my partner’s skirts. Not for very long, I am bigger than her, I didn’t want to stretch the elastic. But it confirmed what I had thought for a while, I did like skirts.

I ordered one of my own on amazon a little while after. Hid it from my partner of course, didn’t want to get embarrassed. It was a nice royal blue one, mid length, going down to just beyond my knees. I liked it. I liked the way it felt to be in it, the way it moved (tumblr jokes are real, skirt really do go swoosh). I continued to wear it sometimes, when I knew I was alone in the house and was going to be alone for a good few hours. I’d still panic every time I thought I heard the door of course. Didn’t want anyone to know, you know? Im a guy after all, it would be too strange to have to try to explain why I was in a skirt. I love my partner so much, I don’t think she would react badly or judge me, but she would ask what it meant. I wasn’t ready for that. Still aren’t. Especially not now.

Time went on. I’d wear my skirt sometimes when I wanted to feel more feminine, I guess? I have black thermal leggings for the winter, so I started wearing those with it, made my legs look better, more like they belonged in a skirt. I’m a pretty hairy guy as far as my legs are concerned, the leggings hid that, made it look better. I didn’t wear it all the time, mind you. Some days I’d be alone and the mood wouldn’t strike me at all. Others I’d want to put it on the instant I was alone. I’m wearing it now as I type this, amongst other things.

I don’t know what made me try it that particular day, but I tried on one of her bra’s. It barely fit, was way too tight. I stuffed the cups with socks and put on one of her woolly jumpers that would fit me and still be a little baggy. It didn’t look right, I was reminded of when a family member had gone to one of my fancy dress birthday parties as a kid as “Mrs. Doubtfire”. I was clearly just a guy in women’s clothing. I took it off pretty quickly.

But the image of what I looked like from the neck down, even with the obvious fake breasts, broader shoulders, lack of hips, etc. It stuck with me. I’ve played cross genders in games and D&D before. I’ve had daydreams of being a shapeshifter, I would shift into a woman for the day, get dressed up. Experience it. I started having those daydreams more and more.

I got sad at times, family noticed, but I said I was fine, stressed from work or just down in the dumps and not sure why. I knew why. I was thinking about those daydreams and the reality of that “guy in unconvincing drag” look that had greeted me in the mirror.

I like being a man, I really do. There is a lot of stuff about masculinity that is great. But that voice in my head saying “yeah, but wouldn’t it be cool to be a girl sometimes too?” - that was getting harder to ignore.

A couple of weeks ago, I said fuck it. The only way to address these thoughts is to try it out again, but go all in this time. I ordered a bra that would fit me (plus some bean bags to fill out the cups more believably and add some weight to them), a roll neck jumper from the women’s section (roll neck to hide my Adam’s apple, its not very noticeable to start with, but wanted to do it anyway. It also had a vertical pattern to it, which I read online helped reduce the look of broad shoulders) some real tights (black ones that would still hide my leg hair) and even a wig. The wig’s hair went down past the shoulders to the chest, it had a fringe and would hide a lot of my face, including my sideburns as long as I didn’t style it differently. Got it delivered to the local post office instead of the house so my partner wouldn’t know. I even ordered up one of those big bows for the back of your hair, royal blue to match the skirt. I’ve seen those are in fashion right now, and I’ve always thought they were really cute.

I’ve tried on the full outfit twice now. The second time is today, I’m wearing it now. I need to wear a mask to hide my beard, its not very long, but I’ve had it for so many years now that my family would question what was up if I suddenly shaved. Luckily we still had some in stock from the pandemic. Its not perfect, but the wig, the mask and the roll neck of the jumper do a decent enough job hiding it.

I still don’t really know how I feel about all this. This outfit is a lot better at hiding my manly traits, but they are still there. I still kinda just feel like a guy in drag. But I’ve done it more than once now. And both times I’ve kept it on for a while. not as long as some times when I’ve just had the skirt on, but I haven’t immediately wanted to strip it all off either. I think I like it, at least when I can ignore the manly stuff. Having long hair sure is interesting, I like the look of it, and playing with it a bit. But I didn’t realise how much it can get in the way! Like in the peripheral vision, especially when I look down even slightly. Being like this, it feels good, but at the same time I’ve got a constant underlying feeling of fear too.

Where I’m at now, I really don’t know what all this means. Like I said before, I enjoy being a man. I’ve been one for 30 years, you would’ve thought I would be settled into the role by now. For the most part, I am. But, clearly from what I’ve just rambled on about above, there is also a part of me that wants to be feminine to explore that more. A part that has been growing for a couple of years now, and one that I finally decided to at least try to address pretty recently. Next step I guess is to bite the bullet and shave, get a proper look at me like this without needing to resort to covering up with a mask.

Being on tumblr and the internet in general has let me see how people can see gender as something other than the binary “man and woman” that I was taught growing up. Am I trans? I honestly don’t know. How trans people are treated by the world right now terrifies me. The thought of making a change to my body that is permanent is pretty damn scary too. Like I said before, I’m in my 30s now, and this feeling coming to the forefront of my mind is pretty new. Shouldn’t this have been something that came up in my 20s? In general, I love my life, would acting on this feeling further just make take that good life away? Maybe I’m not trans, but what does that make me? A cross dresser? Non-Binary? Something else? Am I just cosplaying at being a woman? Does it matter?

I don’t know. I don’t know about any of this. But I’ve got it written out, I’ve told someone, even if its just screaming out into the void. I’m not ready to let my partner in on this yet. Not when I don’t even really understand what this is. Maybe someday, who knows.

What does this all mean? What am I? Never have been that good at soul searching. Guess its time to get better at that.

[blicketdabest33]

Okay, just watched Haunted Mansion, so I'm gonna rant for a bit

They should've hired a demonologist.

HEY!! I HEAR YOU!! STOP YELLING THAT THIS IS A HOLLYWOOD MOVIE!!! I'M GOING FOR SOME REALISM!!

Okay, for anyone who doesn't know, a demonologist is... well.. that. They study demons and demonic entities and a good demonologist or two would've been able to get that Hatbox ghost out of there with some help. Even just a squad of paranormal investigators and mediums.

I've been watching Sam and Colby for awhile and also researching on paranormal investigators since I was a child (Not to mention ghosts and paranormal stuff being a big interest of mine). And first thing the squad needed in that movie WAS EQUIPMENT. I'm talking REM pods, music boxes, spirit boxes, light up cat balls, flashlights you can get at Home Debot, thermal imaging cameras. Hell, just bring ONE EMF reader and I'll let it slide.

I know what you're gonna say. "Oh, Blicket, that stuff isn't real." I KNOW. But there are people out there who have spent years working on this stuff and, like I pointed out earlier, this is a fictional world. Ghosts actually exist here. These tools would be extremely useful in a world like that. Yes, that camera Ben had was useful and cool and whatever, but it would've been so amazing to see paranormal investigation equipment in the movie. Besides, the camera broke like... halfway in. EMF readers don't break like that. The Estes Method doesn't break like that. Light up cat balls don't break like that.

Use the Estes Method to talk with the ghosts or something. Before they could see the ghosts fully, this would've helped a lot. They would've been able to pick up things that the ghosts were saying with a lot more ease.

I ADORE the use of Mediums though. Mediums, psychics, empaths, the whole gang. I know there's this big trend in hollywood where the psychic will be 'fake' or something, but mediums in the real world didn't ask for this!! I just like that they made Harriett such an awesome character.

Also, I wanna bring up something else. GET TRAVIS (and just everyone in general) AN EDUCATION ON HOW THAT HATBOX GHOST WORKS!!! Before going to a haunted place (especially one with a demonic entity) you NEED to know what might happen. You need to know the history, what the spirit does and does not like, personal details, how to protect yourself, etc.

Learn how to do an exorcism! Know how to cleanse areas!! Sage up yourself!! Don't do rash things that could get you killed by these old ass ghosts!!

Like... I could go on and on. This movie was amazing, no denying that, I just wish they used the opportunity to show how interesting the world and careers of paranormal investigators really is!

I do like the theory of suggestion thing, though. THAT was a nice little easter egg. I nearly squealed when I heard that.

Edit: Someone corrected me in the comments. They don't need a demonologist. They just need a paranormal investigator.

[buggernaut-kal]

Some Thermal Shock stuffs

First time I’ve doodled the lad in a while, some slight changes but I’m still fond of his design.

I also made some NES mock-ups for fun because I suddenly thought “what if a Thermal Shock game was like Mega Man, but your bullets freeze enemies like the Ice/Freeze ability in Kirby’s Adventure? What if you could then kick them around?” and high school-me crawled from the shadows and possessed me for an hour or two to make these images. That’s about all I can contribute to a game, though, I’ve still got a comic to draw!!