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ms-demeanor · 1 year ago

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Why reblog machine-generated art?

When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.

When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.

When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.

When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.

You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.

And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.

My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.

People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.

I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?

The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.

I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.

However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.

Also because it's just patently untrue.

But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.

It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.

I liked it.

I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.

Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)

Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?

My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.

What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.

And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).

There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.

I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.

Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.

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howtofightwrite · 5 months ago

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So. There is no safe place (in the body) to be shot. There are places that are slightly safer than others to be stabbed (i.e. being stabbed in the meat of your calf is less likely to be lethal than your torso). For the purposes of an arrow wound, which feels like a combination of shot+stab for a swords n sorcery world, is there a “less lethal” place to take an arrow? My character is traveling with companions and gets into a fun little goblin skirmish. I need her to catch an arrow somewhere that will be concerning, but not immediately fatal. Magic Bullshit™️ will keep the wound from healing properly for a few days, but I’ve accounted for field wound care (cleaning and bandaging and such) as she’s being taken on horseback to get proper treatment.

Not deeply.

So, the problem with all of these is tissue disruption. If the injury gets deep enough, the chances that it will hit something vital (especially on the torso) increase dramatically. So, getting stabbed and having the blade catch bone, instead of getting in deeper is “relatively” safe. Similarly, getting stabbed (or shot) in the hand or foot is unlikely to kill you (though, those injuries are likely to result in permanent damage impairing the use of injured appendage.)

Arrows are a little different, in a couple of ways. First, if you get shot, you do not want to pull that off (nor break it off and push it through.) That will increase the risk of bleeding out. Arrows make fairly large holes in people, but if the arrow sticks in the wound (which, it should) it will actually limit the amount of bleeding. Effectively the wound has a partial plug in it. Pulling out the arrow means that plug is no longer there, and they can happily bleed to death on the spot.

The second thing about arrows is that they actually pin muscle together. Think of it a bit like holding two pieces of meat together with a toothpick. If the toothpick isn't there, the pieces can slide across each other without issue, but that's not possible when there's a wooden shaft running through them. Your muscles are a complex web of meat, that slide over each other as you move. Pinning those together means that part of your body will actually lock up. For example, if you're shot in the shoulder, you won't be able to adjust the position of your arm. It's been toothpicked, and it's not going anywhere.

Arrowheads can get wedged in bone. If it's a broad head, or hunting tip, that will be obnoxious to get out.

At the risk of reading too much into your setting, goblins often means poisons, or other nastiness. Though, really, even just getting a tetanus infection (it used to be called “lock jaw”) from their blades is a pretty horrific potential fate. Even if the wounds themselves were relatively minor (cuts and scrapes, maybe a graze or two), a couple days might still result in some pretty horrific harm after the fact.

Also, remember, it's unlikely that bacteria will be understood by the medical science of your setting. So, first aid would still run a real risk of secondary infections.

Depending on their skill in first aid, anything outside of a severed artery or catastrophic organ damage should be (technically) survivable, though the wounds could easily result in permanent impairments, depending on exactly what was hit. A punctured lung might not kill her, but it could result in permanent respiratory issues, such as a cough, and chronic pain while breathing heavily from then on. It could also result in pneumonia and death, which is also, usually, pretty permanent.

Some of this depends more on where you want to land on a spectrum between dark fantasy and swords & sorcery. The genres are similar (and potentially overlapping), but can scatter out into dramatically different works. But, you do have some options on how you want to proceed.

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yawnderu · 10 months ago

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I'm sorry but being with simon at the beginning of a relationship would be so awkward.💀

Like...

You can't take pics, you can't know about his routine, you can't know about his work and so goes on.

So or are you with him for the cock or because you have the syndrome of falling in love with strange men

>This turned into a mini character study. 😔🗣️

Good dick has taken you places you wouldn't even go to with a gun.

Simon is a kind man. Truly, he is. He's just... slightly strange. You don't know much about him other than the fact that he has served in the military— something he never even told you, you simply guessed by the dogtags he never takes off and the plethora of scars adorning his pale body, a privilege you didn't get until he realized he could trust you... for the most part.

For a man like Simon, vulnerability was nothing but a highly-desired privilege. Something he wouldn't allow himself to have ever again, hiding his face under different masks that caused the reactions he was looking for— intimidation and fear, the skulls doing nothing more than serving the purpose of representing all he was, a ghost. A man who died a long time ago, way before he was tortured by the greedy, cruel hands of Manuel Roba.

It's not that Simon doesn't love you, he simply doesn't know how to allow himself to be vulnerable. How to put down the walls he spent a lifetime building, serving as shelter from his father's abuse, nothing but a mere way of shielding the broken pieces of his soul, not allowing anyone to trample what little he had left.

... not until you came, at least. Sweet little thing, never moving away from his side even when Simon told you nothing good comes from men like him. Perhaps it's unfair, yet Simon only warned you once. Had a long chat with you about how you could do better— only for you to find yourself already tangled on his web, unable to leave even if you wanted to... and good for him, because the idea of leaving him never once crossed your mind no matter how difficult he could be.

For you, it was a test of patience and care, wanting to peel every single layer of the man Simon Riley is, yet for him, it's a new chance at life. The holy light, in a way, guiding him into a path he never found himself roaming, a path he never even thought he'd have the chance to see, not when he was such a tainted, dirty man, sins that would last him a lifetime easily forgotten the moment your arms wrap around him, holding him with such tenderness one would've thought he's made of expensive fine china rather than scar tissue and trauma.

It's not like Simon is a bad partner— quite the opposite, truly. He has a way with words, reassuring you that there'll be a time where he's able to reveal more about himself and what he does, having a scheduled delivery of flowers and food almost every day he's gone, wanting to keep you happy even when he's on the other side of the world, gaining more enemies by the day.

... And yet he is not afraid anymore. His enemies die with Ghost, by his punishing hand or that of an ally. The moment the mask comes off, he's your Simon. Yours and only yours, never even allowing himself to look at other women, he has the most gorgeous one by his side, one that loves him with all she has, making him feel like a proper lad for the first time in his life.

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fanaticsnail · 17 days ago

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Mirror Mirror on the Wall

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Synopsis: You were more to him than a simple assistant. You were someone who was so explicitly his that he confided everything more than you simply knowing where he was going: but what he was going to do. What he was going to do in this very evening, was show you just how beautiful you were when you watched his fingers slip inside you in front of your bedroom vanity mirror.

Themes: Doflamingo x afab!reader, petnames used, mdni, smut, 18+, NSFW, fingering, established relationship, mirror sex, inappropriate use of devil fruit, Doflamingo likes the sound of his own voice, coaching, bondage, body worship, praise praise praise, a little bit yandere.

Notes: For @wrennyx who successfully invaded my mind with Donquixote Doflamingo, and for @physics-of-one-piece who calculated the beautiful measurements for this terrible blonde man's fingers. Come get your man.

Serving as Doflamingo's personal assistant came with a lot of perks of the job. You had your own quarters, a sizeable wage, and a life that you had never dreamed for yourself. But for every perk, there is a hindrance in one way or another.

You assumed the hindrance was due to the fact that Donquixote Doflamingo was a man of great wealth and terrifying power, able to kill at the simple flick of his wrist or an order barely passing from his lips. Death could become you at a moments notice, and that was the risk you took when you accepted the title of handling his every notice.

Over time, you became readily prepared for all of his routine. Breakfast was handed to him silently, his itinerary was disclosed and bound in a leather and manila binder, and your intimate knowledge of his personal comings and goings became second nature to you.

What you didn't anticipate was your new employer becoming moderately obsessed with you. This great king, this terrible leader, this extremely taller, lanky man had gotten himself into a neat web of your entire life. He knew everything there was to know about you, every single detail of your life from start to now. From your ex partners, to your family, to your own schedule, to how you truly felt about him. And he liked it.

His obsession with you had now become too much to contain within himself. The need to express and scream it to your soul matching his own had become too much for bear alone.

The first time he made love to you was over breakfast, quickly flipping himself on-top of you and discarding his morning meal off the side of the bed. Sweet confessions fled his lips with the speed of a freshly fired cannon, almost as hastily as he rid you of your work clothes beneath his bed linen.

Nothing but praise fled his lips the first time. The second time, a small amount of explicit praise slipped into the mix. Talk of each part about you that he loved fled like wildfire while he rearranged your organs to the perfect mould of his cock. You were more to him than a simple assistant. You were someone who was so explicitly his that he confided everything more than you simply knowing where he was going: but what he was going to do.

What he was going to do in this very evening, was show you just how beautiful you were when you watched his fingers slip inside you in front of your bedroom vanity mirror.

Doflamingo did not attend your quarters often, but there was something that almost felt both sacred and sacrilegious of invading your space. Every part of the manor was his, but being in your space was a boundary that he chose only special occassions. This such occasion was not ‘special’ by any standards of the word, aside from the fact that he wanted to show off how truly beautiful he found you.

Otherworldly strings coiled around your knees, holding your body up and thighs butterflied out at the sides. Your body is completely bare and would be a welcome sight to anyone entering your bedroom unannounced. Shyness would've naturally overcome you at the completely stripped display of your body to onlookers, but the sensation of a lengthy, thick finger slowly disappearing into your glistening cunt held any inhibitions you normally would have experienced at a standstill.

“That's a good little dove,” he praised you from his position behind you. “That pretty pussy is sucking on my fingers so well.” You hid your face tucked into your shoulder, an action which earned you a click of the tongue and his other hand moving below your chin.

“No, no, no, little dove,” he chastised you with a larger smile drawn out over his lips, “Look into your mirror at the foot of your bed.” He coaxed your head to tilt back towards the mirror, flicking his wrist to move his strings attached to your knees up. “Look at that cunt latched onto my fingers. Watch while I find the best way to curl them up and hit that little spot in there that makes you cry out the loudest for me.”

His fingers hit a deep point bordering on discomfort before retracting them slightly and focussing on hooking them against your g-spot. Doflamingo chuckled as your back arched into his torso, laughing a little louder as a loud, melodic gasp followed by little pants fled your lips to follow his motions.

“I said ‘watch’, didn't I?” He redirected you and drew the coil tighter around your knees to pick your feet off the bed. “So watch yourself. Watch yourself get fucked by my fingers. Watch yourself while I make you scream while you squeeze me tight. Watch yourself as my thumb goes up to tap on that little, sensitive pearl on the top of your little core. Watch yourself when your feet twitch and toes curl.” Doflamingo followed through every point of his speech with action. His finger scraping and stimulating that deepest point continued bullying your g-spot while his thumb spread your slick over your glistening clit.

The slight sweat pooling at your temple, the smallest partition of your lips, the little trickle of saliva releasing from focussing on his touch, and the glassy sheen over your eyes as you concentrated on not sobbing at how truly blissed out he was making you feel was met in your reflection. The tint of rose in his glasses ricocheted the same reflection of the infinite cycle of you watching yourself getting your ecstasy clawed out of you in front of your vanity mirror in your bedroom.

“That's it,” he praised you in a soft and breathy chant, “You just keep watching me fuck you with my fingers.” He picked up his motions, causing the sloppy sound of wet plapping to reverberate in your bedroom. “This is what you think about when you fuck your own hand, isn't it? Mine in the place of yours.” He pressed the heel of his palm to the top of your crotch, raising up the flesh and exposing that peaked bud at the top of your pussy.

“I bet you even call my name when you finish by yourself,” he chuckled as he continued to disappear his finger inside your pussy, “I can hear it in those breathy little moans you're trying so hard not to express. Show me how good you sing my name for me. Let it out for me, little dove.” He sped up his motions, keeping his finger completely inside your pussy while he focussed his thumb on rubbing circles and stripes against your clit.

Your teeth clamped itself on your lower lip to suppress your whine as he continued to draw you closer to becoming lost in euphoria. The rush of flooding bliss pooled in your stomach as your legs fought against the restraints to close in a bid to hold it off.

“Nuh uh. No way,” Doflamingo laughed at you, “Struggle all you will, and bite that little lip as much as you want, but I'm going to have you make a mess of my hand when you cum, and those strings are going to keep your legs wide open while I do so.” His breath is hot in your ear as his lips ravished your neck in heavy and open mouthed kisses. The clinking of his gold earring warmed your flesh as you struggled to keep up with the way he was bringing out that restricted coil in your core.

“Say my name.” His words bit your heart as his teeth sunk briefly into your skin, “Oh, won't you? Won't you say my name, little dove? Say it, say it, say it.” He held your body hostage as you finally reached that edge you were avoiding toppling over.

“D-Doflamingo-! I'm gonna. I'm gonna-!” Your throat hitched as he made your eyes cold contact with your reflection in the mirror.

“That's it, little dove. Watch that beautiful face of yours contort so sweetly while you make a mess of my hand,” he moved his hand to claw at your face, focussing your attention on watching the reflection of his movement down against your pussy, “Fucking cum for me.”

“Oh, fuck! Ah-! I'm cumming. Doflamingo, I'm cumming!” You keened out while you watched the silvery reflection of his eyes twinkling beneath his rosy lenses. Your body met its bliss, finally feeling the sweet call of release split like lightning against his hand. Melting and convulsing against his restraints, he was relentless in forcing that release to have the entirety of the overbearing ecstasy in every pistoning motion of his fingers and thumb.

“That's my good little dove,” he praised you as you continued squeaking through each wave of bliss crashing against you like seafoam against shattering rocks, “Keep making a mess and watching that pretty face of yours. Watch the way that cunt sucks me in and doesn't let go. Look at how wet you are!” His exclaim was more gleeful than he anticipated sounding, only growing his smirk into a more genuine smile behind you.

Watching you ride his thick, large fingers caused a possessive streak to overcome his being. He removed his hand from your chin and snaked it around your waist. With one tug, he pressed your body completely flush with him while sheathing his large finger inside you. Your walls contracted around him as you rode the last trickling waves of your high, panting all the while.

“That’s my good little dove,” he praised you, pressing a soft kiss on your neck just beneath your earlobe, “Now watch it when it comes out. Watch that pussy dribble all over my hand. Look how messy you made me.”

The withdrawal was slow, steady and you let out a soft, needy whine at each torturous motion of his finger leaving you. A glistening trail of slick stuck from his finger to your pussy, the refraction of light shine in the silvered reflection. He rolled the slick over his fingertips as he hummed against your neck.

“Look how fucking wet you are, baby,” he chuckled into your skin, “Did such a good job getting all messy for me. So fucking beautiful.” He flicked his fingers attached to your stomach, immediately relinquishing the hold of the strings parting your knees.

Falling down in a heap, Doflamingo caught you completely against his form and hummed out a smitten sigh against your skin. With a soft, cheeky chuckle, Doflamingo nudged you with his forehead to draw your attention over towards him. With a soft sigh, he collected your flushed lips beneath his own and slowly mouthed at your skin.

With each swirling motion, Doflamingo continued to press his gasping and moaning lips to yours. His chin nudged yours up as his moans shifted into soft sighs to crescendo the symphony of your harmonious gasps. Breaking from your lips, he smirked down his nose at you while revealing his mischievous ruby lenses beneath the frame of his glasses.

“Ready to do this all over again on my cock, little dove?” He hummed down at you, watching as your own eyes widened up at him in shock. “What?” He clicked his tongue in feigned sympathy, “Did you think I'd be happy with hearing you sing my name just once? No way, little dove. Straddle my lap and take a seat. Your throne awaits you.”

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11cupids-tarot11 · 8 months ago

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I'm getting the feeling your spouse really wants to make a move on you! He's dreaming about what it's like to be all in your space, he really wants to know what you're like. I was thinking at first that maybe he wants to spend time with you and know what it would be like to do mundane things with you like grocery shopping, but I think this guy is more curious than that. I think he wants to know just about you in general and what you like doing, he's the type to watch what you pick up and glance at during shopping just to get a feel of what you like. He wants to know your schedule, how your day went, he'll probably ask this a lot.

I feel like this person has a crush on you? He feels kinda stuck, like the hanged man lol. I'm not sure the circumstances or the dynamic of the relationship/how you'll come together but it surely feels like this person is very secretive with his thoughts of you, like he's very open telling me but he's scared to tell you? Like maybe this is someone you know of and you guys are friends and they're secretly crushing lol, that was very specific so it's okay if it doesn't resonate with everyone. This could also be a secret admirer for some.

But he's dreaming about changing something with you, planting roots and something stable. I'm not sure what the change will be, but I am seeing him thinking of different approaches to overcome whatever hardship is happening between you two, it could also be something on their end like maybe shadow work still needs to be done or they're still dealing with a karmic relationship of some sort.

It seems to me like they're sorting through everything, they might fantasize about things finally coming to an end and being able to start something with you. I know as soon as this is finished they're spreading towards you. I think they really just want you to know they're still coming? I got this rush feeling, like an adrenaline rush feeling? I think this person just wants you to know they're still clearing through some things! "Just hang in a little longer!" I'm hearing with a cute little smiley face ☺️. Your person is adorable! I think they love acts of service too!

I think if this were to be a 18+ reading they'd definitely tell you about all of the things they'd love to focus on your body and needs lol.

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Pile 2- Six of Coins, Eight of Swords in reverse, The moon, Temperance, Ten of Cups.

Your person dreams about spoiling you, pampering you, taking you out on really fancy dates (plus showing you off 😵‍💫) just treating you like you are their everything. I hear it's because you are their everything! They adore you so much!

This person talks a lot too and wanted to pull extra cards when I usually only do a three card pull spread lol.

This card makes me feel like your person kinda feels like a spider stuck in it's own web right now, they're really in their head :( I getting your person has a negative mindset? For some of you it could be specific as they feel like they're not on the same level as you whatever that might mean to them. They dream about cutting out of their web, I think for the benefit of the connection really but also for their piece of mind, yk?

Maybe this person feels like they have to achieve a certain amount of wealth before they come to you, which goes hand in hand what I was saying about really wanting to spoil you lol they want to save up a bunch so they can have a great future with you and for those of you who want children they also want to build a family for you so of course they want to save for this too.

They dream about having a steady home with you, I think they like to fantasize about your future a lot lol. They say it won't be perfect but it'll be the definition of love like a real family should be lol. They want a balance with you, they're also the type to be very balanced in a relationship, they'll balance work and you at the same time. I honestly get the vibe that's why they're working so hard right now, so they can spend the rest of their time with you more!

I think this person dreams about the day you two unite! With the ten of cups I feel they dream about a happy home with you a lot, but also a happy relationship. I can guarantee this relationship will be very fulfilling and healing and loving. Their energy feels so excited to meet you if you guys haven't already, a healthy and loving relationship could be something they've always wished for so this is a wish fulfillment for them, they can't wait to experience real love with you. 🩵 The color blue might be specific for a few of you?

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Pile 3- Knight of Coins, Justice (clarification cards- Death, and Strength), Two of Wands, Seven of Cups (clarification cards- Ten of Cups), and King of Swords (clarification cards- Knight of Wands)

I needed so much clarification for this group xD

Every time I look at the ducks eyes they always look so full of administration, anyone else see it? It's adorable. I channeled right away your person will adore you like this picture so I chose it!

I heard they think about this every day straight away lol.

Your future spouse fantasizes about putting hard work into you, really showing up for you I'm feeling. Like I feel like it's deeper than a materialistic matter, I feel like he really wants to support you emotionally. He doesn't want to be your therapist or anything it's like he just wants to make sure you're okay, he really cares about your well being. A better way to put this is that they really want to show up as a man in your life, one that doesn't have a toxic sense of masculinity and really respects women and wants to understand your needs, wants and boundaries I'm hearing. He likes to solve your problems because your problems are his problems.

He's dreaming about justice in a situation, I'm going to pull clarification cards for the Justice card to help understand a bit better because I want to know possibly in what situation, I can't figure that out on my own I'm not hearing much channeling on this card. The clarification cards just are making me feel it's probably a too personal situation they don't want me to know about, but maybe when you meet this person you will know because it's making me feel like it's linked to you, he probably doesn't want you to understand much either right now but he says he's working hard on getting justice in a situation he really wants to come to an end soon, I think when it's over it'll bring a lot of happiness, a shift in energy, a really big change :) He wants you to encourage him to be strong as he encourages you, it's a very tough situation maybe? Heavy energy kind of just came through me, like a little random rush of sadness just thinking about the question so I will move on now :)

This person fantasizes about making everything perfect a lot in a way, he really likes to plan. You'll notice this about them right away lol. They probably have a hectic schedule right now I'm hearing. They're possibly planning on how to get to you? This feels like a soulmate connection, something that's just supposed to happen because it just makes so much sense because you two love each other and really care for one another. This is someone who you can spend the rest of your life with because they're confident you two are a perfect match. Very equal in the relationship which is why it would work perfectly I'm hearing. He's just doing a bunch of planning right now, lots of thinking things over and through.

He dreams about probably having a lot of money, a level of fame? Maybe he's a celebrity or wants to be, he could be very creative and expensive. He dreams a lot very dreamy they could have water in their chart, they do feel emotional. They're so cute 😭

This person dreams about picking a path and advancing in it basically, they really want to be the boss, be at the top of their game whatever career or field it might be. They want a lot of abundance! They fantasize about being given an opportunity to present themselves, show off maybe. They could be a really good singer/rapper or some kind of performer. They could play an instrument.

I feel like they really want to settle down with you for sure though, they want to offer you a lot as well so they work really hard to show up financially, they could've grown up in poverty I'm hearing a specific message for some of you so being financially stable is everything for them. They want you right by their side ;)

This person was kinda hard to read but I think that's cause how dreamy they felt, thoughts kinda bouncing around everywhere haha, so take this how it resonates with you!

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Pile 4- Seven of Coins, The Magician (clarification cards- Three of wands), Seven of Wands (clarification cards- Death and Queen of Swords)

This person wants to start off with the seven of wands first even though it was the last card to be pulled lol.

They want to maybe draw attention to dreaming about fighting for something? They are very protective and will stand their ground and fight for what's theirs. I can't really tell, so I'm going to ask for clarification ;) I don't know why but I feel like they want to sabotage a relationship between you and someone else? I feel like they fantasize about this a lot! I feel like your energy is the Queen of wands but you don't really see this person! This could be a clue your future spouse is someone you already know!

They dream about making you theirs lol stealing you away. 😋

So with that, they're also dreaming about the future with you! Working on their finances as well, but also thinking about what it would be like in the future with you. This person feels like they're confident they will have a future with you lol. Maybe they're not making a move right now because they want to build up their finances more for the long run with you, because when they do make a move on you they plan to commit deeply and I'm hearing they fell hard for you, and you possibly don't even know it 😵‍💫.

😭 🩷 you probably drive this person crazy lmao

He's probably manifesting you lol?

I asked for clarification for the magician as well and it just makes me think he's really brainstorming a lot right now? I think every pile had a lot of thinking in them but never really being too specific on what and I'm always left with so much quietness so I'm left in the dark😭

They're just really thinking a lot which makes me think it's only about you. They seem shy, they could be younger than you? They seem like they're too scared to tell you how they really feel. Could be scared of rejection? But they really do fantasize about you a lot! They think about you constantly and different ways to impress you, how to get your attention. They really want you my pile 4's and they're fighting hard hehe. They won't back down either!

They think you're very pretty, like the bunny in the picture 😻. Hehe cute.

They might call you princess a lot, or other cute little pet names. They feel very affectionate, they have a lot of love to give! This person isn't someone to be scared of, they do care about you! It's not all about lust, there's love here as well as admiration! They do adore you!

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professorcalculusstanaccount · 2 years ago

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“Robbie is gone! I’m still here! And I refuse to live in his shadow!”

Rastapopoulos himself may be out of the picture, but his ghost continues to haunt those who were caught in his web.

A collaboration with @aboardthescheherazade using her OC Marlene Katz - an actress Tintin tries to save in Cigars of the Pharaoh!

Five years later and Tintin is baffled to see Hollywood starlet Marlene Katz turn up at his doorstep asking for help. Formerly under the thumb of Cosmos Pictures, Marlene became an unsuspecting witness to Rastapopoulos’ criminal activity and now the mob is after her, seeking to tie up some loose ends. To top things off, she is due to make a public appearance at The Golden Palm, a prestigious film festival. After years of hiding, Marlene is determined to get her acting career back on track, and this film may be her big break.

Tintin is highly suspicious. Chang, on the other hand, is utterly star struck, and after noticing an uncanny resemblance between the two hatches a ridiculous scheme that may finally put an end to this particular problem. It might just work, but Marlene makes the last minute decision to also go undercover, feeling immense guilt over having Tintin and Chang risk their lives for her.

While Tintin is running around in heels and beating up mobsters Haddock is away on a weekend break with Ramo Nash. Before leaving he asked Chang to keep Tintin away from any incidents and to promise not to throw any house parties.

This was my first collab on this blog and I had a lot of fun bouncing ideas off with Vaye. Her blog was one of the first Tintin blogs I followed - definitely check it out, it’s an absolute treasure trove of resources and research! Below are a few notes of stuff we discussed while making this:

- After the Blue Lotus, Marlene breaks away from Rastapopoulos and pulls back from the film industry to lay low, teaching dance classes instead. He keeps trying to come back to her, leaving her exhausted and paranoid. Since Rastapopoulos always considered Marlene to be pretty stupid he never made much of an effort to properly hide his criminal activities from her, but Marlene was able to slowly piece things together...

- This adventure takes place after St. Benezet’s Basement (the boarding school story) and before Call of the Songbird (Tintin Fucks Up and Steals A Whistle). Tintin is still in the grips of trauma from the canon stories. Chang is starting to settle in. Haddock and Nash’s relationship is in full swing, but they are keeping things quiet from everyone else.

- In some sketchbook comics I did to flesh out ideas there’s hints of Tintin being gay and asexual, his complete lack of interest in Hollywood actresses and his mild irritation of people’s judgements being clouded by crushes! Chang’s attraction to Marlene however, foreshadows his feelings for Tintin later on down the line.

- There’s a role reversal theme going on here. Both Tintin and Marlene are victims of Rastapopoulos but in very different ways. By playing each others’ roles they both can get a clearer picture of how Rastapopoulos hurt people, and therefore a better understanding of their own traumas. Tintin is usually spontaneous and rarely makes himself known, but here he is playing a set character. Marlene as an actress, on the other hand, is used to receiving direction from others, but circumstance pushes her to improvise. I can imagine her using her skills as an actor to get into character as an ace reporter to fake some much needed bravery!

- Marlene’s disguise is literally just stuff she pulls from Tintin’s and Chang’s closets. She’s wearing Tintin’s trenchcoat, dress shirt and suspenders and Chang’s spectator shoes, trousers and scarf!

- Marlene is a very skittish person but will be compelled to do what she believes is the right thing. As Vaye put it, “Marlene’s bravery under fire is that she’s like the one person in a room who’s willing to get a spider outside...” Marlene is also older than Tintin and pretty much views him as a child, even though he’s in his early 20s at this point. She feels incredibly guilty about what Rastapopoulos did to him and the fact he’s risking his life for her. She feels some level of responsibility for him.

This all started because I thought it would be cool for Tintin to beat some guys up in drag

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shyamanuensis · 18 days ago

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Disillusionment and Detention - SS NSFW

Fucking Sebastian Sallow. If there was one thing your boyfriend excelled at aside from getting under your skin, it was managing to rope himself into another detention due to his sheer lack of self-discipline. Now don’t get him wrong – Sebastian was usually able to use his charm and (sometimes lack of) wit to talk himself out of having to spend an hour on a Tuesday afternoon in the detention chamber – yet this time, after being caught for a third consecutive night sneaking past Scribner into the Restricted Section for whatever the hell he was hell bent on researching; he’d backed himself tight into web filled corner of excuses he wasn’t able to weasel his way out of.

This of course, meant that you were the one who suffered. Sure – you could look at is as a positive; an hour of alone time which you could relish and relax into before Sebastian came bounding back into your life with more than likely another irresponsible spur of the moment idea or senseless scheme, but with it being your 2nd anniversary; you’d hoped to actually spend a quiet, voluptuous – even possibly romantic night together. Fucking hell.

Kicking your legs up behind you on the bed; breath whistling heavily in utter boredom; you pulled across your charms textbook and figured you’d make the most of getting ahead on study. Flicking through the pages to the one you thought Professor Ronen had prescribed as extra reading material – was it page 148 or page 184? your eyes scanned the printed text, locking in on something you suddenly found oh so very intriguing, although you’d already learned the charm.

The disillusionment charm works to disguise a user or its intended target as its surroundings by making it take on the exact colour and texture of the environment it shifts through, effectively turning it onto a chameleon.

You paused; sucking your bottom lip into your mouth so that your teeth could chew at it as your mind revelled in the abrupt possibilities which it conjured. Perhaps if Sebastian couldn’t be here in your dorm with you --- you could go to him? Ha! It sounded all too easy, and perhaps for once, it actually was. Rolling over onto your bed to sit up at the edge, you hunted around for your wand which you’d hidden in the top drawer of your side table and smirked at the dainty piece of ebony wood, for the first time; in probably a long time you admired how such a simple tool could do oh so very much. Rising to your feet, you slipped your robe off; finding it easier to move without it on and twirled your wand around yourself as if wrapped yourself in an invisible rope as a pretty white light entrapped you into the disillusionment charm. Glancing in your vanity mirror, you saw little more than a glitch of your bed and dorm wall in the mirror’s reflection. Perfect!

The wander through the corridors of the castle while students still moved and bustled within them was more difficult than expected. You’d wasted a considerable amount of time reaching the passage of the fouls – why the corridor within the castle had this name, you had absolutely no idea yet you were as thrilled as ever to see that the door to the detention chamber was wide open; perhaps, you thought; for light, as it definitely didn’t seem to have any.

Creeping in, the chamber was much darker than you’d expected – drab, dull, almost Cimmerian in feel. An array of skull bones and hourglasses littered the room as a decorative reminder of time wasted being better spent elsewhere and there were piled upon piles of parchments gathering dust which read phrases such as, ‘make effort, not excuses’. It was the shackles in the corner which most unnerved you – a heinous and entirely antiquated method of torture, you’d wish not upon your worst enemy. Eyes flicking around the chamber, you were quick to notice Sebastian seated in the back corner; a few rows away from where Professor Sharp sat, intently reading a copy of the daily prophet and crawled along the cold stone floors until you reached his desk. Slipping in beneath it, you tugged at his trousers around Sebastian’s ankle and coughed merely louder than the breaths you were taking.

“Sallow…”

The hiss of his name was drenched in grievance towards him. Not quite getting his attention; you slid a hand gingerly up over his knee and pinched where the bone dipped. Careful not to get hit by his sudden movements, you whispered his name again ever so softly; voice quivering to gain his attention. Sebastian sat back in his chair; eyes gazing down beneath the desk with a curiosity painted throughout them at hearing your voice.

“That you, my love?”

A light chuckle escaped you that you quickly forced to an abrupt end by cupping your mouth shut with a hand and took a deep breath in to control yourself.

“Well well well… what have we here?”, Sebastian continued speaking beneath his breath as to not draw attention, “A sneaky little minx huh? You know you’re playing with fire putting yourself under a desk in a detention session you’ve snuck into – if Sharp catches you here it’ll be a double, back-to-back detention for the both of us.”

Despite his words, Sebastian reached out beneath the desk and felt around for you; brushing your hair back with a swoop of his fingers that you leant into needily. His dark coffee-coloured eyes sparked with an amusement you hadn’t witnessed before and a hint of arousal at your welcomed yet daring intrusion.

“What? I thought I’d just… brighten up your afternoon. Not happy to see me?”, you asked with a smirk to your voice. It matched the one on your face although Sebastian wasn’t able to see it; instead, just a glitch of space between his legs beneath the desk he sat at.

“Always happy to see you love, but I must say; I do admire your audacity. It’s not often people manage to surprise me.”

Sebastian glances around the chamber; Professor Sharp still engrossed in the horoscopes he’s reading with a heavy eyeroll, another Slytherin student alongside a Ravenclaw writing lines as if they’re lives depended on it. Sebastian had had the pleasure of discovering that detention – was merely a waste of his own time. The punishments received in this chamber, minor consequences as to what they’d actually face out in the real world. With a wicked grin pulled at the corners of his lips, he asked the real questions he was seeking answers for.

“What brings you to my neck of the woods, mhmm? On search for some excitement to liven up your dull evening?”

You sighed and pinched painfully at his knee again which made Sebastian flinch. Fucking cocky Slytherin.

“Well we were meant to be celebrating our two year anniversary tonight but noooo.. you had to go get yourself bloody caught by Scribner. How many times have I told you? Give it at least three days before sneaking back into the Restricted Section, but of course you don’t bloody listen – you never do because Sebastian fucking Sallow always knows best!”

Sebastian’s left brow raises at the conclusion of your rant dressed as a soliloquy and can’t help but smirk at your clear frustration.

“Well I’m stuck here for another”, he gazes at the row of hour glasses along a shelf and guestimates off the amount of sand left in them almost professionally, “…20 or so minutes of this torturous ordeal. How about I make it up to you later? Promise. Just you and I.”

You grumble quietly to yourself; shifting to get your knees comfortable against the cold stone floors. It’s not ideal; but you’ve come to the quick realisation that you’ll probably need to stay here until the detention session is well and truly over. Professor Sharp may have been engrossed in his paper, but he wasn’t a fool and you’d surely be caught trying to sneak out.

“Tell you what love – why don’t you stay hidden there and we’ll try to workout something where we can both do our best to make the most of our remaining time together? Surely, we’re both clever enough to find a way to, as you so well put, brighten up my afternoon.”

“Sure, sure – brighten up your afternoon. Oh Sallow, I intend on doing so much more than just that.”

As Sebastian moves his hands again to brush through your hair; you smack them away lightly before chuckling to yourself. Sticking a hand out from underneath the desk and waving right at the Ravenclaw student who seems to be staring in your direction, you smirk noting that the disillusionment charm is still working and quietly get to work; fingers prying apart Sebastian’s worn leather belt from the constraints of its heavy brass buckle and tug his zipper down as he remains seated.

“This alright babe?”

Sebastian inhales sharply feeling your deft fingers working at his waist; his body immediately tensing up with anticipation. A final glance around the room tracked by his eyes ensuring that Sharp or any of the other students remain oblivious to the clandestine activities you’re both partaking in.

“Careful love – you keep up with that and you’ll have me forgetting where we are.”

Despite words of almost warning, Sebastian makes no move to stop you, instead shifting his hips to grant you better access as you shuffle in closer between his legs; skirt and socks nicking softly at the uneven floor. The risk of getting caught like this only serves to heighten Sebastian’s arousal; his cock already beginning to strain against the confines of his briefs. Reaching down to grab your wrist; Sebastian attempts to guide your hand to the bulge now prominent in his trousers with a low, lustful rasp.

“Touch me love; show me just how badly you want to brighten up my afternoon.”

Sebastian’s hips buck slightly, in need of seeking more of your touch; desperate for the feel of your fingers wrapped around his aching length. Two soft taps against the outside of his thighs with your hands instruct him, as usual: to be patient. The reminder intertwined with a soft “uh-uh”, uttered as a breath of whos actually in charge here.

“You just focus on not getting us caught yeah?”

Peeling back the waistband of his briefs, you watch with hell-bent intent as Sebastian’s hardened cock springs free from the fabric constraint, straining up towards his stomach. Taking a second, you admire blissfully just how excited he already is to see you. As Sebastian smirks at your reproving reminder; two syllables which have him completely under control; he finds himself leaning back into his seat, legs dragging as they shuffle to spread, giving you slightly more room and he raises his hands, low at his sides in a gesture of absolute surrender.

“I may be a mere pawn in your skilled handy work my love, but I’d say my body has a way of being quite expressive in showing its appreciation for you.”

With eyes darkened with lust, and cheeks blushed with a taint of cherry red desire; Sebastian’s hands find the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair as he attempts to gently guide you towards his now aching cock. His breathing hitches and knots within his throat as you snicker discreetly and let your hot breath weave across his sensitive head; lips quick to pepper a few light kisses at the tip before your tongue pokes out and gives it a soft, kitten like lick; lapping up the beads of precum that are already oozing out.

“Good thing I skipped lunch today…”

Sebastian inhales sharply as your lips brush against his sensitivity, his body jolting at the almost electric pleasure which courses through his veins. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips as his fingers tighten in your hair, almost painful with their intensity and he finds himself fighting the urge to thrust forward and bury himself in the wet and warm haven of your mouth. Sebastian, bless him however knows he has to maintain some semblance of control; lest he begin to alert everyone else seemingly unsuspecting still in the detention chamber to your sudden illicitness.

“Fuck.. keep that up and I won’t last long enough to make this detention worthwhile.”

Despite his words as before, Sebastian still makes no move to stop you; instead shifting how he sits, his hips slightly more forward to offer you better access to his ache. The thrill of this all – the danger of getting caught, the fact you’d visited, how you’d used the charm he taught you years ago to have yourself deliciously huddled between his knees only serves to heighten his excitement and arousal. He’s like a kid who’s been taken to HoneyDukes for the first time – overwhelmed and thrilled. His cock however, is now red and throbbing with a very, very desperate need for sudden release.

“You like that, Sebby?”

“Oh love, I can not fucking wait to feel that clever tongue of yours wrapped around me. That mouth sucking me off until I’m drowning in pleasure and the only thing I can think about is how fucking perfect you’re going to look swallowing every single fucking last drop I give you….”, he trails off; hands wrapping around the edge of the desk – knuckles whitening although nothing yet has really started. “Fuck.. I need you, I need you, I need you so, so fucking badly. Please..”

His words carrying a desperate plea; that silent begging for you to grant him both the attention and pleasure he so fucking urgently craves, you pause to think. Taking time to calculate your next move.

“It’s cute when you beg Sallow”, you whisper against the inside of his thigh – barely audibly. “I could get used to it.”

Giving a hand of yours permission to shimmy across Sebastian’s lap; feeling the soft material of his trousers that it seems he’s so desperate to try and rid himself of as much as possible, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock; fingers barely able to encircle the girth and lift it up slightly, lips pressing an almost French style kiss to the sensitive underside before you flatten your tongue and swipe it with a long teasing swipe, following the thick vein he has which has begun to pulse.

Becoming greedy; needy – Sebastian skims his wand off the edge of the desk and without muttering a word, shows off his skill of non-verbal spells, making you visible – not that the rest of the chamber would see you anyway with how dark and secluded the two of you were.

“Fuck love – you’re playing with fire behaving like that.”

Your doe eyes flickering up to lock in with Sebastian’s own; you watch absorbed in him as he swallows hard; adams apple bobbing within his throat at the effort as he lets out a rather low and strangled groan. His voice is laced with a gravelly rasp – layered thick with desire and an ounce of warning.

“Stop teasing you wicked witch. Take my cock and show me everything I know your mouth and filthy tongue can really fucking do.”

His grip on your hair tightens; fingers beginning to curl around the silk strands as he guides your head forward with an impatient tug, urging your to take him in deep.

“Tsk, tsk Sebastian… someone’s impatient.”

Wrapping your lips firmly around his tip, your roll your tongue hungrily in small figure eights, a move which you know will leave him breathless and hum as you swallow an inch or so of cock into our mouth; taking every single second of this as slow as you possibly can. The vibrations of your humming, cause Sebastian to tilt his head back; eyes fixed on the ceiling as he scans the room again using his peripherals to ensure your dirty little secret is safe. It’s a shockwave of pleasure which hits Sebastian straight in the gut when you inch your mouth down slowly. Sucking your cheeks in hollow as you savour the taste of his skin.

“That’s it love – take it. Fuck. Your mouth feels incredible. Take my cock in deeper – show me just how badly you want to make this detention fly by for me”, his words again come out low, Sebastian’s body trembling against his seat due to the force of his desires. “I can only fucking imagine how good its going to be to spill myself straight down your fucking throat…”

Trailing off; Sebastian rocks his hips gently as he begins to lose himself in the exquisite pleasure your mouth is willing to provide. Pushing a hand up hard against his stomach; you guide Sebastian back into his seat momentarily; removing your mouth from his cock.

“Behave..”, you remind him with a knowing look, “Or you’ll get us both fucking caught.”

Shifting so that you’re now tightly kneeling between his knees, you use the fact his seat has been ever so slightly pushed back to allow for grace and space as you hover your head over his lap – lowering your mouth to swallow in his entire length and feel his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to unexpectedly choke. It’s the way he hisses with an inhale that causes him to groan. The sensations are intense. The tight, wet heat of your mouth engulfing him completely forcing Sebastian to bite down hard on his lower lip – drawing blood to stifle the cry of pleasure which is threatening to escape from deep within his chest.

His hands fisting into your hair once again; this time rougher, almost impoverished, untactful; he grapples at the silken strands tightly as he fights the urge to thrust forward and fuck your mouth with an absolute reckless abandon. Sebastian’s completely aware at this point that he has to do as little as possible to not draw any unwanted attention, but by god the way your mouth is taking him in deep isn’t making it fucking easy.

“If you keep this up – I won’t be able to last long enough to give that mouth of yours the thorough fucking that it so clearly deserves. So that no matter how much you drink, how many times you brush your teeth; you’ll be tasting me for fucking days.”

Raising a brow; you’re about to say something when you hear footsteps walk into the chamber.

“Sharp – a word.”

Headmaster Black’s voice wails through the chamber; flooding nervousness in through your veins as the two men of faculty step outside to discuss seemingly important matters you could not care less about.

“Sebby?”, you groan a little louder now that the presence of authority isn’t around.

“Yeah love?”

“…fuck me?”

His eyes widening at your sudden approval for more; the smirk playing at the corners of his lips sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust surging across your skin in the form of a light sweat and you’re aware that Sebastian knows he doesn’t have to hold back any longer. With a feral growl, primal and almost animalistic, he grips tighter again at your hair and begins to thrust his hips forward, fucking your mouth with desperation and utter greed. It’s simple. He needs this. He needs you. He yanks your head down as he continues to rock forward, burying himself to the hilt in the tight, wet, hot heat of your throat with each power-hungry surge of his hips.

An obscene slurping noise begins to fill the chamber as your mouth struggles to accommodate Sebastian’s relentless thrusts. Saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and onto shirt; highlighting with a dampness your heaving chest. He’s too far gone at this point to care about being caught. Too consumed with the refined pleasure of you. Your mouth. The way it’s taking his aching cock. Sebastian leans forward; head dropping down with a contorted mask of ecstasy – snarling our his next few words.

“Take it you filthy little witch; choke on it, gag on it, fucking take it all like the cock hungry fucking whore you are…”

The degrading litany of lust is punctuated only by the lewd slapping of flesh against flesh as he continued to rut into your mouth with a brutal fervour. Glancing up a the door; he notices the shadows of Sharp and Black beginning to stir and Sebastian knows he has to hurry. With a final few thrusts, Sebastian buries himself in; balls clenched and smacking against your chin as he holds your head still, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he begins to unload – spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum straight down your gullet.

Sebastian’s body shakes and near convulses with his release; his fingers digging into your hair and scalp hard enough to leave bruises as he finishes riding out the intensity of the moment. Just to be sure you’re more than satisfied, he grinds his lips against your face, making sure you’ve gotten every single last drop he’s able to give before releasing your hair, your head and finally slumping back in his seat – chest heaving; sweat beading on his brow.

Falling back; your arms catching your sudden stumble – you let out a whimper with a staggered breath; swallowing the remnants lingering on your tongue before licking your lips once over. A thumb; gently at the corners of your mouth to ensure you’ve cleaned up. The sight of Sebastian’s chest heaving; how he’s struggling to catch his breath – his half dishevelled uniform; that lustful look in his eye. God it makes this whole fucking ordeal all that more satisfying.

“Hope you enjoyed detention Sallow.”

“Enjoyed it? Fuck…”, he doesn’t bother to keep his voice down; smirk teasing at his lips as he places a hand on his chest in an attempt to settle and catch his breath. “That was fucking incredible.”

He reaches down; cupping your chin with a gentleness you had temporarily forgotten he had and admires the blush flushed across your cheeks, the way your shirt is damp and wet, the swollen tenderness of your lips. Sebastian feels his spent cock twitch traitorously – the thought of bending you in half over a desk and flipping your skirt up to take you then and there – consequences be fucking damned; rush through his head; but instead, he thinks reasonably for once; tucking himself away as Professor Sharp re-enters the chambers.

“You’re all dismissed for the afternoon. May I remind you not to make this chamber a regular visitation.”

Chuckling at the professors’ words, you push yourself up onto your feet with the assistance of both the desk as well as Sebastian and smirk; knowing that you’ll now get to at least spend a little more time with him to finish celebrating your anniversary.

“Ms…?”

Your eyes weaved straight towards Professor Sharp who you could tell, was looking directly at you. At the mess you were. At the way you had practically pinned yourself to your boyfriend. You may have described Sebastian once or twice before as impulsive, reckless, careless, even at times a fool but you… you were an idiot for not remembering to recast disillusionment which is what got you into this little rendezvous in the first place.

“Fuck…”

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not edited; idea came while i was in the shower - never written something so fucking fast in my life. enjoy my sweets xo

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow smut

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risestarkiss · 1 year ago

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Being Purple ○ Part Two

Rise Ramblings #315

Previous | Being Purple ○ Part One This post is a continuation, so I recommend reading Part One before reading this Part Two. ••••

We’ve talked about what Donatello was and his role in the family.

But, we never examined why. Why is Donnie so gung ho on physically providing for his family?

Well, to understand why he feels that way, we need to go back to the beginning. After Splinter and the turtles were mutated, Yoshi was obviously unable to access any of the funds or resources he held as Lou Jitsu due to, you know, him now being a giant rat. He had to start life a new from the bottom of society.

We don’t know what happened during their time on the streets, but we can make some inferences as to what happened next. Splinter eventually moved the boys down into the sewers and was able find a comfortable space for himself and his little family.

Here is where I’m going to try my best to piece together the order of events regarding Donatello’s earliest contributions. I’ll be using two episodes: the season one finale, “End Game,” and the Nick web exclusive mini-episode, “Turtle Tots.”

In Turtle Tots, the family has gathered in Splinter’s room. We can also see the den through Splinter’s doorway. This home is, indeed, the home that we are familiar with in the show. Thus, we now know that at this age the boys were already living in the sewers. We also know that the den has already been outfitted with a tv, electricity, and probably some kind of cable hookup.

Is it possible that Splints did this electrical work all on his own? “End Game” gives us a clue that can lead us to an answer.

Here he is, the boy of the hour. In this picture, given the perspective, young Donnie is much shorter than Splinter. Their heights here are actually comparable to their height difference in the “Turtle Tots” clip. Therefore, I believe it’s fair to conclude that Donatello is about the same height in both instances, and likewise, relatively the same age.

Given that new piece of information, now we can speculate further.

When you look at the room that crying Dondon is in, he’s surrounded by wires, batteries, boxes, and what appears to be little bits of tech that he was working on, hence the booboo. There’s a small rotary plane of some sort, a tiny workbench, and other bits and pieces. So, we can deduce that Donnie is familiar with electrical work and is building things for himself, even at this young age.

Donatello is already cooking.

With that evidence, I believe it’s reasonable to surmise that Donatello had a hand in hooking the den up with a refurbished TV and in wiring the house with electricity, which is such a big job for such a little guy.

If it had stopped there, I wouldn’t bring it up, but as we can plainly see…

It never stopped. His labors are endless. Everything from the turtles’ transportation, their living space, and their comforts at home was created, built, enhanced, and refurbished by Donatello. Consequently, he internalized the idea that his usefulness equated to the safety and security of his family. And that’s just how he lived his life.

He doesn’t know any different, and I’m sure at this point he wouldn’t want any different. This is his role. This is his place. Besides, his beneficence makes his brothers happy, and his father happy, and by extension it makes him happy.

Hence, his “gift giving” love language.

If Donnie is happy, then where’s the problem?

I’m sorry, but external validation as a primary source of happiness, or even worse, as a source of self-esteem, is dangerous…

But I digress…

From the outside looking in, it’s easy to assume that his genius is best utilized as a tool for the team’s benefit. But as a child, the weight of ensuring their entire family’s physical infrastructure is a large burden to bear…and it is almost the exact definition of Instrumental Parentification.

Parentification is a process in which a role reversal occurs where the child or adolescent is obligated to act as a parent would to their siblings or to their actual parent. Instrumental Parentification involves a child assuming the responsibilities of maintaining a household through physical means. In this case, Donatello literally maintains the household.

I’ve said all of that to say this.

Donatello has been subjected to Instrumental Parentification for almost his entire life. He doesn’t know life without providing for his family, but he’s happiest when his family is comfortable and safe.

So when we ask, why does Donatello make these sacrifices for his family, the answer is obvious. Love. And that answer reigns true in the past, present, and future…

Anyways, Donatello is such a complex and intriguing character, I could go on about him forever. But I think this as good a place as any to put a pin in my deep dive on this fiery little grape, because our next dive’s focus is on the true pinnacle of the Hamato clan…

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Previous | Being Big Red • Being Baby Blue • Being Purple ○ Part One

Next | Orange, Baby!

Finale | Being Hamato Yoshi

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theonlyhonoredone · 3 months ago

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Choso BF Headcanons

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: my idea of how Choso is as a partner

Masterlist

bf!Choso is extremely loyal and extremely doting. There’s a learning curve, you’re the first person he’s ever had romantic feelings for after all, but he’s always happy to put in the work to make you both happy. He’ll scan the web and ask around for new date ideas, Yuji will send him romantic movies to watch and Choso will study them with a pen and paper in hand. He’ll present to you a long list of date ideas and ask you to pick your favorites so he can plan accordingly.

bf!Choso is always flustered by pda. If you so much as hold his hand or kiss his cheek you can bet his whole face is turning red. He’s not much better in private either. If you snuggle up to his chest his heart feels like it’s going to explode. Sitting in his lap leaves him to sit awkwardly until you prompt him to hold your waist. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, you always manage to fill him with butterflies.

bf!Choso isn’t nearly as social as his youngest brother. He enjoys smaller outings with just a few people to big parties. He’s very family oriented and he loves seeing you bond with his brothers. He’s happy to meet your family or bring you into his if they aren’t in the picture. Tender moments with the people he loves most make him happier than anything. He loves holidays and sees them as a great opportunity to bring all his favorite people together. He's a great gift giver.

bf!Choso is overprotective of you just like he is his brothers. You know it comes from a place of love, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t become overbearing sometimes. It will take a few long talks and some on the field experience for him to back off a bit. He’s always worried about the people he loves getting hurts and the fact that he can’t feel you the same way he can with his brothers only serves to make him worry even more. He’ll feel better once he sees for himself how capable you are of protecting yourself. Once he learns to take a few steps back you two are able to work really well together. Having you there to watch his back and being able to watch yours too brings him a lot of peace. He enjoys being a team.

bf!Choso loves it when you steal his clothes. They always come back to him smelling like you and he hates it when he has to wash the smell off. He thinks you look beautiful in everything but it warms his heart when he sees you wearing something of his. If you really want to make him happy you’ll get you both a piece of matching jewelry, something both of you can wear all the time that represents each other. He’ll fiddle with it whenever you’re apart and press a kiss to it if he needs to calm his nerves.

bf!Choso loves staying with you before you move in. He likes how the whole space feels like you and finds everything there cozy and calming. When you do move in together he really enjoys decorating together and finding things you both love for the house. He loves to put up the pictures of the two of you, your friends, and his brothers. He loves being able to see all his favorite people looking so happy all together. Doing things together around the house makes him really happy: folding laundry, cooking, cleaning, it doesn’t matter as long as you do it together.

bf!Choso is not a morning person. He loves snuggling up in bed with you, he likes to bury his face against your skin and he loves how calm it is when you cozy up together in bed. There is almost nothing he hates more than having to wake up from that. Getting up out of your warm embrace always sours his mood and he will attempt to keep you in bed with him for as long as he can. Late mornings are his favorite. He likes to stay in bed long after the sun comes up and not move until your grumbling stomach commands you to get up.

bf!Choso is new to the modern era and finds a lot of freedom in the great variation of style he sees in the people around him. He has a lot of fun finding his own style, enjoying experimenting with his hair and clothes. He may pick up a few piercings and tattoos too as he discovers exactly what kind of aesthetic he likes. He feels the most comfortable experimenting around you because he knows you won’t judge him, you’re always encouraging. If you experiment with your look he always returns this energy and encourages you to try as many new things as you want. He thinks you look your best when you feel good about yourself and the reality is he’d think you’re the most beautiful woman that’s ever lived no matter what you had on.

bf!Choso will annoy you with his extreme indecisiveness. It isn’t a horrible trait by any means, but when you’re starving and he wants to carefully weigh out the merits of every restaurant in the city it drives you a little crazy. He’s a very thoughtful person with everything he does and while that is often a good thing, there are some decisions that don’t require intensive thought and consideration. There have definitely been a few times you fell asleep waiting for him to decide what movie to put on.

bf!Choso who can’t keep his feelings to himself. He gushes about you to his brothers and friends all the time, telling them about whatever cute thing you did that morning or how excited he is for an upcoming date. Everyone can see how much he loves you. For anyone who sees the two of you together it’s easy to see you’re equally obsessed.

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koegama · 1 year ago

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Hanasei

Avg. height: 1.70-2.20m | Avg. weight: 80-150 kg | Hyper-carnivores | Semi-aquatic lifestyle | Lifespan: ~120 years

Hanasei are a semi-aquatic species that originate from lakes, but expanded their settlements into rivers and other large bodies of water. They're a medium-sized biped with a hard keratin helmet where horns sprout from and a tail with large fins. Their skin is slightly damp, and can range from smooth to bumpy, that affects their transpiration and how often they must hydrate. They have both two nostrils located at their helmet and from 2 to 4 gills on both sides of their neck, of which are used for speech in land and breathing underwater, while the nostril's only function is on land respiration. Their necks are strong and well develop, and can expand or contract.

Both hands and feet have webbed fingers to facilitate swimming, but the webbing on the hands can retract for better dexterity when handling utensils. Their amphibious lifestyle left them being only decent at both types of locomotion, but their versatility makes up for it as they can comfortably transition to both environments. They're hyper-carnivores and will eat anything made of animal matter, including bones.

They are the only sexless sophont in Koegama, using Aether as a reproduction tool instead of a biological system.

More physiology dump undercut! Warning, long

Head

The common head structure of a Hanasei is somewhat flat, with a stout snout and large jaws. Proportions and shape vary per individual, and slight deviations from standard models are common. Sometimes, small barbels, whisker-like structures, will grow from their jaw and upper lip area. They give a small boon to the olfactory systems, but otherwise have no major benefits.

Horns

While the protrusions on Hanasei's heads are not anatomically horns but a different keratin appendage, horns are the most common colloquial term. Their main purpose were for fighting and a display of health and fitness to potential partners. Nowadays, most Hanasei have no real use for their horns other than decorative, but individuals may favor different horn styles compared to others.

They don't shed, growing through their infancy and plateauing around 23 to 27 years old. If a horn is broken mid-development, it will continue to grow, resulting in mismatched horns and branched protrusions depending on the type of damage. Once the horns stop growing, the blood and nerve system will shrink and be absorbed, leaving the area with no sensation and regrowth impossible. Cracks and missing pieces being a common sign of age.

Variance

Horns are very vulnerable to Aether tampering, leading to a numerous amount of styles and types to exist. Larger, more elaborate horns can make swimming more difficult, but overall the range is stable and harmless.

The presence of horns and the pair number is not affected, with 2 horns always present.

Eyes & Ears

Hanasei have good night vision, but poor eyesight in general. They can recognize the shapes around them and a few colors, but their daylight and night vision are almost the same otherwise. Their eyes can have different shapes and colors, but the effect is purely visual as their eye sensors work the same regardless of their appearance.

Hanasei don't have visible ears, but a tympanic membrane around their cheek area, which is able to pick up vibrations both in and out of water. They have great hearing, and are more aware of vibrations such as tremors and footsteps. They can voluntarily close their inner ear and stop themselves from picking up sounds, a common method for falling asleep.

Mouth

Hanasei lack teeth, using their upper jaw protrusions to hold and rip food instead. They have a powerful bite, being able to hold down things with immense pressure. Their tongues function like a catapult, with the tip facing the inside of the mouth on a resting position and launched outwards when needed, their saliva being sticky and helping trap prey inside their mouths. With cooking and more efficient methods of getting food, this isn't a common practice anymore, unless one spotted a quick snack. Unlike the other sophonts, Hanasei are still able to eat raw meat and may supplement their normal diet with bugs, fish and other easy to snag creatures in between activities.

They have very powerful and sensitive taste buds, coupled with a taste disc that lets them distinct between minute differences in food. Their mouth, just like most of their organs, tend to take the most prominent color of their Aether.

Respiratory system & Speech

Hanasei has two different systems for breathing. Outside of water, their nostrils are open and air moves through their cavity into their respiratory organs, and their gills are used for channeling sound. Air can be directed to their larynx, which is specialized for manipulating air into sound similar to vocal cords, which is only connected to the gills and not nostrils. This separate system means Hanasei can talk while breathing, and their vocalizations are very impressive, being able to mimic almost any sound they hear with practice. They can alter these sounds with the opening and closing of the larynx openings and changing how open or closed their gills are. To keep their gills from drying, the parts used for respiration often retract or close, but Hanasei in drier climates must moisturize their gills at intervals to prevent internal damage.

Underwater, their nostrils close and their gills stay open. Most of their larynx close, and filter capillaries expand to better capture oxygen diffused in the water. This makes vocalization underwater impossible, and sign language is the most common replacement. Hanasei can have 2, 3 or 4 gills on each side of their neck, and the shape of the gill can be varied, creating "accents" for each Hanasei in their relaxed voice.

They have a good olfactory system, being one of their most reliable senses. They're able to smell the humidity in the air and incoming rains and droughts. Because this uses their nostrils, they're unable to smell anything underwater.

Body

Hanasei size and builds are diverse, with individuals building muscle mass, fat and other outside factors influencing how they look. Their proportions stay consistent, with necks around the same size of their torso, short arms and elongated legs bigger than the torso itself, but deviations aren't uncommon.

Limbs

Hanasei arms start with their shoulders placed at the lower area of their torso, and stop with hands on their hips. Despite the shorter length, they have impressive arm strength and weaker Hanasei are known to rival other species' average. This makes them great at carrying things, and grabbing and holding down prey and foes. Their hands are dexterous when the webbing is retracted, but they lose a lot of maneuverability when extended.

Their legs are long and muscular, granting them an upright walk. They're not very fast, averaging 7 km/h running speed, but they have great endurance and the ability to jump high vertical distances and can pounce forward if crouched. Their muscle system can lock into a crouching stance, a comfortable stance comparable to sitting. Their feet are digitigrade but their fingers are big and wide, with a large base, keeping their body in balance and stable at the cost of mobility and grace.

Tail

Hanasei tails are long, with a vertical caudal fin that often extends beyond the base and helps them swim. This fin can regenerate when damaged, and broken or rotten tissue can lead into an entire chunk or the fin removed to speed recovery and promote an even replacement.

Fins are classified into two types, regular and segmented. Regular fins are connected into one piece, while segmented fins are broken down into various fins of different sizes and shapes, similar to fish fins. No matter the type, their shapes are kept hydrodynamic and tailored for swimming. Sometimes, the size of the base tail will also be shorter or longer than average.

Hanasei swim in two ways: a horizontal wave movement and by kicking their legs. The former is done with the help of their tail fins and is the slower of the two, but costs less energy. Hanasei will often alter the surrounding current with Aether to make this movement faster, with an average of 11 km/h. Leg kicks are less common as long term swimming and rather used for short bursts of speed and distance, and the longer one uses it the more they'll tire and may be unable to swim without resting. The peak swimming speed of Hanasei is around 20 km/h, taking leg kicks into account. As they were ambush and endurance predators, the lack of speed was not an issue for them. Depending on their fin shape, individuals may have different ways of swimming.

Aether

Their natural Aether is Nam Aether. They make use of it to help their swimming and underwater hunting, and to keep themselves damp. They tend to cast Aether from their mouths, as their Aether glands are present on their throat.

In their breeding months, their Aether start producing cells for reproduction and lose their usual abilities. This months-long limitation leads Hanasei to not be involved with using their Aether proactively or learn new skills, preferring to rely on technology to harness and utilize Aether instead.

Reproduction

Egg

To create an egg, two or more Hanasei spit out and mix their Aether together in a body of water. The resulting foam will stick together and in 3 days will develop into an egg, and one healthy Hanasei can produce enough reproductive Aether to make 200 eggs. This can only happen in the breeding period of Hanasei, usually on the 2nd and 8th month of the year. Modern Hanasei societies will instead send their reproductive Aether to the labs of the area, which will store it to create eggs with more efficient mixing machines and incubators.

The Aether inside the egg will segregate itself into larva stem cells and the nutritious yolk. After 12~14 days, the egg will be completely dry and the larva will eclode. The volatility of Aether means many larva never form or form incorrectly, and these eggs are discarded and repurposed or eaten. Only 1 in 50 eggs actually eclode, and this high rate of failure leads Hanasei to not view eggs as their young or a new generation, but more of a vessel that can fail or succeed. They have no qualms with re-purposing eggs in food, experiments or any other procedure.

Larva

Larva, often called notes, are very different from their adult counterparts. They're not considered sapient when they first hatch, but their growth is rapid and by 3 months in, they'll have the intelligence of a one year old toddler and have legs and arm stubs growing, alongside the keratin helmet and an underdeveloped nostril. This growth is fueled by a great appetite, and Hanasei larvae are omnivores and will eat almost anything they can fit in their mouths.

At the 9th month, they'll have most of their limbs developed to their young proportions, but their respiratory system will need an additional 3 months to allow for respiration outside water. Larvae at this stage will take short dips into land to push their muscles and lungs, until they no longer need to return to water to breathe.

Young

Once a larva can leave the water, they're called a young. "Young" encompasses the children and teenager years, lumped together as they no longer share any major physical differences from each other or to adults. The rest of their growth will be in size and intellect, slowing down from the quick pace of their larval years into a more normal 20 or so years to reach maturity. The main exception are horns, which only start growing around their 5th year and can take over a decade to finish growing. Smaller horns may plateau faster.

#hanasei #koegama #worldbuilding #speculative biology #specbio #spec bio #new info post for hanasei bc i dont like the old one #teehee #art #species info

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instantpansies · 20 days ago

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ok so @mostlyintact and i were talking about the strengths of each of the sfth boys, and i think i was finally able to get some words out, so i thought i'd make a real post lol. a brief summary of each of their strengths, and examples of plays where those things are visible.

longish post, so i'll put it under the cut.

aj: he really shines in caesar and juliet. the narrative sort of revolves around juliet, and aj gets to really drive the story forward. his portrayal is iconic and natural and just so fun to watch. also, he's excellent in the oopsie daisy bulge, the grape depression, and priscilla's final petal: all plays in which he's got a whole lot of control over the way his characters are going, and gets some shining moments to drive the scenes forward in really compelling ways. he really reveals himself as a director and storyteller. also obviously death for a dollar, where he IS the actual narrator. to be honest, aj might be my favorite from an acting standpoint: his quick turnarounds and seemingly wild word associations and ability to grab a single piece of information and turn it into a whole story is both amazing and very similar to my own style of improv, and seeing him do it so well (even if he gets made fun of for being confused) is just. delightful. idk. his scenes where he's playing two characters at once (in grapression and oopsie daisy) might be the best of all the boys', to be honest.

sam: i think he does well when he's the center of a web of connections. his performance in, say, the evil make-a-wish kid is really fun, where the narrative is focused on him alone, but my favorites are things like the mystery of the midnight circus, the unrelenting aubergine, strange noises, or moist and magical. his characters feel more like an "everyman" in some ways, but always with a really unique personality. theyre relatable without being blank slates. excellent protagonists made better by their worlds. he takes the energy surrounding him onstage and sends it electric at the audience, using his surroundings to bring you in. it's really cool

tom: he is absolutely enamoring as certain archetypes. and he does an excellent job of making an impact with even the smallest amount of screentime. i'm always a sucker for abigail from the neighbour's under the bed--the monologue, the mannerisms--but a lot of that comes from a whole lot of overanalysis of her character, and that's not really relevant here. instead i'll say he's really really good at capturing the audience in death for a dollar, wild wet and worrisome, ballet on the battlefield, wine under the bridge, and priscilla's final petal. but tbh i could point to memorable scenes from almost every single tom character, he's so good at making his time count. his english degree comes out, ofc, which gives us those glorious tomologues, but also he can build up tension so naturally and make a silly story seem so real for a moment. sometimes that "oscar bait" moment can distract from the plot as a whole, but you don't think about it while you're watching him because he's so good at filling the space (to use a theater term).

luke: he's the absolute king of sympathetic characters. no matter how ridiculous the rest of the play is, you can always count on him adding a layer of humanity to his characters. it's easy to see in the milkman, of course, but also in divorces and teddy bears, wine under the bridge, toby's secret pocket, and the grape depression. his people are human, in ways that the others sometimes forget to be, and his storylines are impressively coherent. he seems to be the most concerned with getting the details right--sam nitpicks to get a laugh, but luke keeps track of details really really well, and does a good job of bringing in little things that make a story come together beautifully. more than anything, though, he is so good at building a character throughout a story and leaving you actually satisfied with what you got.

they each have really unique and somewhat specific strengths, but they complement each other so well. i think that's part of the appeal of sfth - they're so so comfortable with each other and find it so easy to read each other that you can tell they're having fun. it feels natural. they click, almost all the time, and even if things go off the rails they can pick up the debris from the crash and run with it. that's what i found really appealing about them--as someone who loved improv when i got to do it, it makes me wish i had friends close enough to do that with. it takes a ton of trust and a really solid relationship to do that, and i just. i just think they're neat :)

thank you so much mostlyintact, i can't come up with this sort of thing without prompting and i can't wait to see if you end up posting smth too 👀 love hyperspecific analysis

#toasty talks #sfth #shoot from the hip #sfthposting #sfth tom #sfth aj #sfth luke #sfth sam #analysis

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flamingo-writes · 2 years ago

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A/N: i am back from the dead after months. And it should’ve come as a surprise that I absolutely loved Hobie. Looks like a rockstar and is an absolute punk. My type in a nutshell.

I’m gonna be using some of these headcanon for future

Gal in The Chair — Hobie Brown x Artist!Reader

I think Hobie would be the kind of guy to fall for someone who he’s known for a long while, that being said, you’d perhaps known him all of your life

Having grown together, the two of you shaped a lot of each other’s beliefs. So no wonder the two of you were so compatible.

After the spider bite, you saw the whole journey from Hobie freaking out at first, to him figuring out how to use his new abilities.

He designed his web shooters, being the genius he is with technology. You helped him with his suit, specially his mask.

You became his Gal in the Chair

You liked to fix up and personalise clothes. All of your pieces of clothings came from second hand shops and you gave them a make over doing all sorts of stuff on them to make them unique and yours.

You also did this with a lot of Hobie’s clothes. As well as teaching him how to use your sewing machine.

After graduating high school, you opened a small alternative clothing shop in with unique pieces, doing the same thing you did for your clothes on this one. As well as doing hand made jewerly like bracelets, necklaces and earrings. You also had a talent with plants, managing to almost magically bring plants back to life and reproduce them like crazy, you added selling plants into your small business.

As Spider-Man gained traction, he low key promoted your work to his followers and people who agreed with him. This in order to keep negative attention from falling on you, and keep bad guys from thinking and theorising that maybe you knew Spider-Man.

As a side gig, you educated yourself on coffee making, and learned about the different processes and types of coffee beans there were. It started as a hobby, but soon you also implemented that into your shop.

The fact that you were so versatile, made Hobie feel incredibly proud of you. You seemed to be so independent, and creative and that never ending curiosity and passion made him harvest feelings for you.

Eventually, the close friendship, and companionship grew into affectionate and romantic feelings.

Hobie was always flirty, but it wasn’t until now that you started behaving differently. Normally he played his electric guitar but now you found him playing his acoustic guitar more.

He showed you a song he wrote. And while it was unusual —however, not imposible— to hear a romantic song coming from him, it wasn’t until the first minute that you realised the song was about you.

That’s how he chose to tell you about his feelings.

He didn’t intend for it to be this romantic, he simply one day word vomited the song and used one free afternoon to add the music.

After hearing his song, it was actually you who grabbed him and kissed him.

More than satisfied with the outcome, he kissed you back, put his guitar down and pulled you over his lap.

You two became inseparable since. You already were, but now it was more evident.

You worked at home, doing all the creative things you did, selling them, helping Spider-Man with art shows and gigs.

Those who paid close attention, they were able to determine you were some sort of associate to Spider-Man. However, all of them were also punks and anarchist so of course they kept their mouths shut. Spider-Man was always looking out for those in need. They were going to help a brother back and not tell anyone whenever any authority or weird-looking threat asked if anyone knew Spider-Man, or someone close to him.

You became widely known between Spider-Man supporters, although none of them would ever dare to snitch on you.

After Hobie met Gwen, she brought her over, you two became close friends right away. Letting Gwen crash at your place more often than not. She even offered to help you with the dishes and the groceries as thanks for letting her stay.

“You’re Hobie’s friend, you’re welcome whenever you want,” You’d told her.

Pav was also a frequent visitor. He loved your coffee, he taught you how to make chai. And you had chai ready for whenever Hobie told you Pav was going to be there.

Pav also bought plants from you all the time. Most of them for his mom. He once asked you if you could make a set of earrings and a necklace for his mom.

The set was a success and Pav always told you how much she loved them,

Eventually Miles also came around. And it wasn’t until Miles met you that his suspicions of Hobie and Gwen dating dissappeared.

Miles saw the absolute pure love with which Hobie looked at you. He still made the same sarcastic and cheeky jokes while talking to you. But the way he looked at you was completely different to the way he looked at anyone else.

Hobie convinced Miles to buy a plant and some earrings for his mother.

“Listen mate, this is what my girl does for a living. Plus the world needs to learn to appreciate the handiwork of an artisan,”

Miles was even surprised at how Hobie still looked cool while being mushy and cheesy with you as he hugged you, kissed your head, or played with your hands or hair.

Hobie had zero fucks to give about what people think about him, he doesn’t give a shit about PDA. Gwen thinks it’s gross, Pav thinks it’s adorable, Miles is simply puzzled as to how he is still cool when seeing his parents doing the same thing would make him cringe so hard.

Hobie is amused by the different reactions he gets. Especially Gwen’s grossed out face.

He still loves kissing you every chance he gets. Whether if it’s kissing you passionately. A subtle peck. Sweet kissed on your cheek or your forehead.

#hobie headcanons #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown fanfiction

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